I don't want to believe I'm wrong

A/N: I'm in high school, so this means way less updating. I'm not excited like I was when I found out, so yeah. Anyway, this is a short little time skip, so enjoy.

Werewolf99: I am not planning to write a sequel, maybe a few one-shots after this. If I have time they could be mentioned and make cameo appearances.

Shadow's POV

"Hey, frenchy, where's Sandy going? I saw her with a couple of bags earlier."

"I've told you this before, Faker, I'm not French. She just left for Russia." I answered, ignoring my blue counter part's idiocy.

"Is it because of that odd mark on her arm?" He asked, now looking over my shoulder.

Sighing, I answered once more, "Yes. Why are you even here?" I quickly asked, unloading my pistol then wiping it.

"I got bored, so I wanted to check on my best buddy." He replied enthusiastically, nudging me, much to my annoyance.

Growling softly, I ground out, "I'm not your buddy."

Sitting down next to us, Bryce laughed, asking, "Hey, dad, why was the shower running last night? Come to think of it you didn't wake up until noon."

Unfolding the newspaper, and beginning to look over it, I retorted, "Your mother took a last minute shower after coming out of the lab. I didn't much sleep, so I slept in."

Faker snickered, taunting, "And he became one with mother Russia."

Hiding my blush with the newspaper, I cleared my throat, saying, "Shut up, Faker." Turning to my son, I asked, "Why'd you want to know?"

He shrugged slightly, answering, "I couldn't sleep, and because you're blushing I'm guessing what Uncle Sonic said was true. First off, that's gross; secondly, is the shower clean?"

"Of course it is. I don't know why you're disgusted; you'll do the same once you get married und vant kids."

"Well, this is a bit awkward, so I'll just go train." He stated, running outside.

Rolling up my newspaper, I whacked Sonic on the head with it, warning, "Say something like that again and I'll rip your throat out."

"Ow, it's not my fault you smell like her, besides technically you did become one with her…again." He whined, later grinning as my blush intensified. "Or maybe she became one with papa Germany. I'm not sure."

"I like it, but seriously don't say anything like that again around them." I repeated, glancing at him as he nodded.

Hearing the phone ring, I answered it, only to hear my mother laughing a bit. "Shadow?"

"Yes, what's so funny?" I asked, pushing Faker away from me feeling him behind me.

"It's just your father; I called to see if you and Sandy wanted to visit for a while."

"Um, she's in Russia and honestly, I don't know when she'll be back." I explained, glancing back to see Faker venture off somewhere in the ARK.

"Oh, well, when she does get back tell her to call, alright?"

"I will bye." Hanging up, I turned to hear a doorknob jingling. Sighing, I called, "You idiot, it's not going to open and I'm not letting you in."

Coming back in, he grinned, asking, "What do you have that room for anyway?"

"None of your business, besides it's just a study room. There are a lot of papers and things in there." I answered, sitting back down on the couch.

Dropping the subject, he sat next to me, only to say, "Tails was supposed to come with me, but since Sandy left I had to come by myself."

"That's great, now hush, I'm reading." I ordered, returning back to my book.

"What'cha reading?"

"The cask of Amontillado, hush."

"Isn't it by that really creepy guy who had some disease? Wasn't it Allen or something?" He asked, setting a finger under his chin.

I groaned, answering, "Yes, and his name was Edgar Allen Poe." Finally having him silent, I continued reading until the door opened then slammed shut. "Can't I read in peace?" I snapped, glaring at my son.

"Sorry, I had no idea." He mumbled, scurrying past me. Having my annoyance boil down, I picked up where I left off. Fortunato, you drunken fool, what a waste of a nobleman. Getting near the end, I stopped not wanting to get ahead of myself in anticipation. Slipping in the bookmark, I set it down, contemplating if he would die or not.

"Well, I should probably go now; Amy's more than likely looking for me. I really don't want to get hammered today." He whined, standing up to leave.

"Whatever, you've succeeded in momentarily ruining my peace." I uttered, pushing him out.

"I'm sure you don't…" Closing the door in his face, I stretched making my way to my room.

Showering, I sighed letting the hot water slide over my face. "You'd better not do anything to make me come over there." I muttered to myself, getting out a few minutes later. Drying off, I exited the bathroom, rummaging through drawers. Slipping on a pair of boxers, I fell backwards on the bed hearing something crunch underneath me.

Sitting up, I picked up the note, easily identifying Sandy's handwriting. 'If something happens, I have a clone in the back of the lab next to extra healing pods.' That idiot, always preparing for the worst; I know well she can kick anybody's ass if her life is in danger. Putting the note on the nightstand, I turned out the light and situated myself, falling asleep minutes later.

A/N: I figured I'd update before I enter my second week of school, and to ensure that I'm still alive. Next chapter will be late, and so will those for things I desperately need to update on. Also the next one might be in Sandy's perspective. Any questions so far?