DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own anything of Sonic franchise.

First Author's Note: Yes, once again needed to edit this. The typos were driving me nuts. - 4/21/22

Second Author's Note: Idea came after reading/reviewing A Chat Between Gearheads one-shot by: BearfootTruck

Review Responses (THANK YOU for taking the time too):

Lost Him:

dontgiveahoot: Very glad you enjoyed the twist. Ohhh that's good, maybe but I'll see what comes up.

The Evo King: Really? Than I'm your woman. Yes, that's got many surprised. Great! Don't worry I always will.

He stands there, not wanting to acknowledge the blue eyes on him. On his troubling thoughts. As he sees the little mechanic's name stake twitch behind him, inwardly the boy sighs.

"Shadow, please come on inside. I mean you were relaxed when you borrowed my tools last week."

There's playfulness in the youngster's voice. Blood red eyes finally lower their guard. He walks into the fox's growing repair shop.

Thinking he'd go back to fixing his motocross bike, Shadow is actually mistaken. Watching him clean off his hands on a rag.

"So what's going on? Rouge tried setting you up on another blind date?"

Low ruff chuckling hits his ears, that gets him genuinely smiling. Already knowing Rouge must have learned her lesson after 30th failed attempt.

"Okay, okay, so did Sonic accidentally break a leg?"

Shadow smirks at that, knowing better of that. This little genius wouldn't what that to happen to his big brother figure. The ebony/red hog heads towards a lonesome harley possibly abandoned in the corner.

"Tails, free gain?"

Shadow finally questions running his now bare gloved black furred hand on it. Tails lightly shakes his head at the change in subject. Still Tails rather have the dangerous hog open up to him.

"Well in a way. I was actually. . ."

Shadow turns away from the beautiful fixer upper to the now sheepish flyer. Giving him a curious expression, nervous laughter bounces around the quiet HUGE room. Tails strongly clears his throat, squaring his shoulders.

"Remodeling it for you. Your bike is great, but honestly it's better to start from scratch."

Tails expected Shadow to get insulted, to possibly fry him in chaos spears but no. The no nonsense hog just kindly crosses his arms, nodding in confirmation.

"Very well. Perhaps you can use parts from my ancient beauty."

Shadow's joking statement has Tails unknowingly flying up in excitement. His blue eyes brighter then a child on Christmas morning. A clearing throat and pointing at his feet, Tails looks down to realize he actually is off the ground.

Coming back down, the two share a smile. As Shadow goes back to examining what he knows will be amazing harley. There's knocking on the door.

Quickly flying across the HUGE front room of his repair shop. He smiles nodding as Jet and his wife Wave walk in. Her hands immediately grab around Tails in a hug.

"How's my little trainee doing?" She smirks at her always used joke. Tails automatically sighs annoyed, yet still smiles.

"Surpassed, fine and now furious."

"That's my boy."

They chuckle, not realizing Shadow and Jet had gotten into one their usual roughhousing matches once again.

"Guys don't break anything!"

Tails shouts more urgently but not a second later, do they hear a table break as Jet is coming out it's remains.

"Shadow why?!"

The fox rubs his temples, yet the headache still forms. Wave just rolls her light blue eyes good-naturely.

"Anyway, foxy did Gloom and Doom there mention Pinky to you?"

Wave smirks at Tails' confused expression. She does love that face on the boy.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

AGES:

Shadow: Immortal (physically in 20s)

Amy: 19

Tails: 17

Knuckles: 26

Rouge: 26

Cream: 16

Wave: 24

Jet: 20

Sonic: 22