Chapter 2
Lost and Found
I have drawn near to the sea and will soon cross it. (, the only thing delaying me is a storm…)
I am on her island now, it is quiet. I must begin to search for her.
I have found my love, the Auto-Fiona Fox. Dented, rusted, but with no erosion. She looks sad. The last time we talked was when she succumbed to the control of her programming by the original Robotnik.
I remember it vividly, the day I met her. She was so wonderful, attractive, caring, she was perfect. I fell in love instantly. She was tied up and calling for help. I, trying to act grown up, to prove that I could be a freedom fighter, rescued her and we made many wonderful memories together—holding hands, kissing, carving our initials into a tree, sipping a drink out of the same coconut shell, watching the sun sink below the horizon. Life was as perfect as it could get. Yet… it was not as it appeared.
She was only used to lure me into a roboticizer, which was located in her den. She failed that command. I escaped but couldn't fight her because I loved her too much—even then. I could see in her eyes the entire time that she didn't want the fate that was given her, she didn't want to fight me either.
We fell into the water. She rusted. I had to leave her on the island and as I left, I looked back and I swear I could see a tear, falling down her cheek.
Miles had returned to his laboratory, the other freedom fighters hadn't notice his departure or return. He lifted Fiona from his vehicle, so still, so seemingly lifeless. That would change.
He put her into the OMTS and programmed it.
The interior became obscured in steam, such that Miles could not see Fiona through the glass hatch. The chaos emerald shone brightly, blinking, drawing on its power. Tails could feel it.
The machine suddenly began to shake violently, smoke beginning to stream from it.
"No, NO! Fiona!"
Miles jumped to the controls and tried to unlock the glass hatch, but the machine wasn't responding.
"No, don't do this to me, you were supposed to live. FIONA!"
"…Tails?"
"What…?"
He looked up.
"Tails… is that you?"
"Fiona… Is it you?"
A red, teenage vixen stepped, or tried to step, out of the machine, but fell onto the concrete floor.
"Fiona, are you ok?"
"Yes, I don't know what happened, my balance felt off…."
The two looked to her legs, but their eyes were arrested further up. Fiona had grown an extra tail.
"What the, how did that happen." Said Miles, helping he stand.
She looked around the lab.
"I don't know… where am I, and why do you look so much older Tails, and so do I," she said, looking down at her own body which had grown and developed from a cub to a vixen. "Why do I feel so light?"
"Here, hold onto me. Let's go sit down upstairs, then I'll explain everything."