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Disclaimer: Sonic and anyone related to him belong to SEGA. Chelsea and Drew belong to me.

Chapter 10: Powers Cause Problem

Chelsea sauntered hastily, back, towards the front desk. She plastered as much of a smile she could conjure up and greeted a family of four.

"Hello welcome to Jenny's."

The young woman was now working at a local restaurant about ten minutes from her house. After she speedily filled out the application form and turned it in, the next day she was called and asked to work on Monday. She was ecstatic when she received the call. Secretly she knew get the job, but her nerves still racked her during the, less than, 24 hour wait.

Chelsea had earned a few peculiar looks, when she jumped on her bed, from the three hedgehogs.

She had to break that habit.

When she steadily got off the bed she quickly explained to them of the previous events. Chelsea beamed while doing so. The satisfaction of having and earning a job electrified her spirits to no end. She didn't know why but it just did. Her mother dreaded the days she would have to go to work and always nitpick to her about the endless amount of crying she dealt with at night. Chelsea never fully understood why she complained though. Wasn't she the one who wanted to be a pediatric physician? Her father was an engineer but she never was familiar with what he essentially did. She never had time or the will to look it up either. The thing was he never talked about it, only his past experiences of being a cook, waiter, assistant etc. All she summoned up from his speeches was that he thought people were a pain.

Rude.

Chelsea needed her elucidation with her ear-splitting grin. Her three boys would be so proud of her; getting a job wasn't something she did everyday and she didn't even mess this up! Her smile faltered when all she got back were blank faces. Weren't they pleased with her news? She sure was. The dark-skinned woman raised her eyebrows in expectation, her grin obtaining its difficulty in holding. Silence still bounced off the green walls until someone, as they say, broke the ice.

"Why?"

The three letter question slipped through the azure hedgehog's lips like she was forcing him to drink curdled milk. The look he gave her, as if she just gave him up and kicked him to the curb, made her insides bubble with conniption and apprehension. Did she do something wrong?

Her dark brows furrowed slightly but she still kept the painful smile while she spoke, "What do you mean sweetie?"

"Why do you need a job? You didn't need one before." Silver answered shrugging. The young woman found the bubbles popping, his response wasn't as hurtful.

Chelsea bit her lip. This reply wasn't going to get good feedback. "Well you see," she pouted her lips, as she did when she got sheepish at times; "I noticed I was frequently getting bored so, to solve the problem, I got a job."

That didn't sound sensible in any way, shape or form.

She grimaced when she attained dead pan stares. She innocently raised her palms upwards and exclaimed, "Wha'd I do?"

"Mother what you just said was absolutely ridiculous."

Chelsea felt a little insulted at Shadow's retort. She crossed her arms and turned her back on them muttering a few choice words. "Well I'm sorry you guys don't need me as much anymore." She made sure to hide the smirk crossing her features. This tactic would sure to have them feel bad. It worked on television so why not in the real world? "I know it's stupid but still, you guys are always off doing something without me and I'm alone doing nothing but cleaning and whatever people my age aren't supposed to do. So I thought to keep me off your backs I might as well get a job. Sorry I even bothered telling you." Chelsea ended with a huff.

Her smirk grew when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Making sure to erase the evil grin and replace it with a look sorrow, Chelsea turned twisted herself to look at Sonic. She bit back the feeling to laugh at his apologetic face.

"Geez mom you don't have to get all emotional. We didn't mean anything by it we were just," he trailed off looking at the other two, "surprised. In truth, it's going to be kind of lonely when you're gone." Silver and Shadow stepped towards her nodding in agreement stating their apologies.

Chelsea smiled softly and went to hug them which the willingly returned. She squeezed them and muttered "I love you."

"I love you too," they said in unison.

She released them and walked out of the room without another word. As she was walking, down the stairs, she high-fived herself. Chelsea exposed her wide, evil, grin, relieving the ache from clenching her jaws so tightly. The three hedgehogs could put up there 'cool' appearance for as long as they want but she could crack them with just one sentence. If she acted hurt they would instantly become pudding in her hands.

"Honey I'm sorry to be a bother but, table 16 is ready for you to take their orders."

"Oh, no worries Cathy. Thank you."

The 22 year old rushed with her note pad, tightly gripped in between her fingers. She arrived at the table with another smile. "Are you lovely ladies ready to order?" Chelsea placed the ball point of the, black inked, pen on the yellow note pad. She nodded cheerfully at every ending of the sentences and took off to place their orders after grabbing the menus.

Chelsea clipped the note with the orders in between her fingers before placing it on the metal counter in front of the kitchen. "Drake I have two more orders!" she exclaimed. A tall, slender, pale man that appeared to be in his late 40's took the slip from the counter. He tilted his head up and squinted eyelids, half covering his shiny blue eyes, trying to read the tiny print. He smiled when and nodded at Chelsea. He chuckled at the young girl as she frantically patted herself down looking for her pen. He shook his head and said, "Okay I'll get these in."

"Thank you," Chelsea replied a bit absent mindedly before turning on her heels.

"Oh and Chels," she looked over to him restlessly. Drake pointed a finger to his ear. She cocked her head to the side, scrunching her dark brows together, giving the cook a bewildered appearance. Chelsea raised her hand to her hearing organ at a snail's pace. She delicately touched her earlobe, her hand traveling upwards. Her eyes widened when a hard, thin, cylinder shape object touched her finger. She whipped the thing from behind her ear and stared at it feeling heat rush to her cheeks.

The feeling of humiliation spread like beaten eggs on a skillet. Chelsea gave a wary smile to Drake, who laughed whole heartedly, and squeaked her gratefulness. She held her head down, race walking out of the scene. She mentally kicked and cursed herself for her stupidity. She'd been only working here for a week and she was already making a fool of herself. "You idiot, you placed it behind your ear and you couldn't even – okay Chelsea calm down. You're getting too excited," she whispered to herself, "Just stay focused. You're almost done with work and you'll be off for a couple of days." The young woman was too busy contemplating about her embarrassment to notice another being heading her way. When Chelsea's head flung back from impact she gasped with revelation and clenched her eyes shut awaiting her fall on her hind.

To hands gripped her sooner than she could descend to the wooded flooring; one around her wrist and the other close to her tail bone. Chelsea eyes snapped open at the familiar smell of ginger from the person. She looked up to see a cocky smirk and a raised jet brown brow. Those were always the first things she noticed about Drew Stedman. His hazelnut eyes always glinted with something she couldn't exactly out into words.

"Are you okay Chelsea?" he asked amused.

Chelsea nodded. She eyed him expectantly. He hadn't let her go. "Thank you Drew and, you know, you can let go?" she demanded more than asked. Drew shook his head and held her tighter. "Mmm…I like this position. Don't you Cee-Cee?" Chelsea rolled her eyes at his teasing. She abruptly pushed him apart from her and muttered with a scoff, "Freakin' pervert."

Drew chuckled following the flustered 22 year old to the back; where all the soda dispensers were. When Chelsea grabbed a cup and filled it with a soft drink he also did the same. Chelsea gingerly glimpsed at him and met his eyes, glazing over with taunting merriment.

Drew was a considerably tall man, well to her view. Chelsea swore he had to be at least seven inches above her and she was 5'6. His skin was a light tan with his eyes a few notches darker. He was lean and you could see some muscle. Now, he didn't have the super hero build that every woman fantasized about and drooled over but he had some that were noticeable. His jet brown hair was cut in an 'Elvis Presley' kind of style. There was no doubt he was a good looking guy who was a just two years older than her. She was supposed to be attracted to him right? How come when she looked at him she never felt this time stopping experience everyone talked about? She saw the way girls would fawn over him whenever he would wink at them or just even walk in a ten meter radius. It was absolutely revolting when she watched though. You practically see the drool. But seriously, most girls would love to be even friends with Drew so why didn't she feel the need to always be around him or try to get closer? Was she really that far off the dating game?

Chelsea dismissed the topic immediately feeling insecurity and disconcert plague the pits of her chest and stomach. She couldn't focus on it anyway she had other things to worry about.

"You're pretty clumsy now that I think about it. I should probably hold your hand just in case you trip or something. Oh and your cup is going to overflow Cee-Cee."

She took the cup away from the dispenser barely managing to prevent the cup from over flowing. She watched as the other did the same. The young woman gave him an irked glare with a hand on her hip. Drew duplicated her movements and replaced his features with a goofy one. The corner of Chelsea's lips pulled to an ear splitting smile. No matter how hard she tried to stay mad at him she always ended up failing. She rolled her eyes and strolled out the back with-to her irritation- Drew following close behind her. She stopped and turned on her heel glowering at him, trying to keep her scowl plastered. "Why do you keep following me Drew? Don't you have your own table to attend to?"

"My table is in the section where yours is. Geez Cee-Cee, don't get your thong up your but," Drew huffed.

Chelsea's eyebrows scrunched in mild disbelief, her motherly habits tingling begging her to let them show themselves in all their appealing glory. She put a hand on her hip and gave him the look. "Excuse me mister, what did you just say to me? You know that wasn't very nice."

"Oh, I am so sorry mother." You could see the sarcasm drip from his lips.

All instincts were shut up and locked away in a tiny box that was thrown out into the sea. Did she always show her motherly side so visibly? "You are like the biggest jerk I've ever come across Drew. Stop calling me Cee-Cee too. I don't like that."

"I'm sorry Cee-Cee I'll stop," he dramatically put a hand to his chest with an expression of mock regret, "I wouldn't be the super awesome, totally cool, sexy beast, and perfectly perfect friend I am if I didn't stop." Drew walked off smirking feeling Chelsea's dead-pan stare.

Chelsea shook her head in amusement and headed to one of her assigned tables. Drew was so full of himself but she still loved him; as a friend. She'd only known him for a week and he'd already declared them as best friends forever. Even though she couldn't stand his relentless teasing and horrendous perverted jokes she couldn't help but feel the same way.

As she cleaned a nearby table Drew swiftly passed by her with a handful of cups and said in one breathe, "You can't wear a thong you're on your period. My bad." Chelsea straightened back and gave the direction Drew left in the most terrified expression she could conjure up.

How did he know?

Sonic fell flat on his back for what seemed the hundredth time that day. His fur was matted with sweat and dirt and his face had cuts and bruises in many places. He closed his eyes letting the dull ache in his backside pass like it always did. He got up wobbling from his sore legs, when the pain from his back was tolerable he bent over to stretch his spine.

The azure hedgehog looked over his shoulder and saw Silver kneeling in the grass, hands pressed against his temples and teeth gritted. It was probably another headache.

He looked to his right to see Shadow stomping and cursing at his shoes in fury. He winced at some of the colorful words he chose. Violent much?

From the day they had their big discussion, the trio has been trying to somehow in some way activate their powers. They haven't told their mother about it in fear of another break down so right now they've decided to keep it a secret until they figure out the right time to tell her. Chelsea being at work helps tremendously though. But so far they've haven't been making any progress.

Sonic has been trying to work on his speed and the spin dash attack considering those were his two trademark moves. Every day he would run around the backyard, pushing himself to go faster. He might've gotten faster, he wasn't-breaking the sound barrier-fast. When he thought he'd done enough running he would go on and try the other move. Online it said Sonic would roll in a ball and start spinning at incredible speeds or sometimes just jump forward, almost similar to doing a front flip, and spin into a spiraling ball. At first he thought it couldn't be so challenging and he would actually achieve this. Too bad the laws of physics wouldn't allow such an action. Sonic would curl up into a secure ball, which was easy for a hedgehog, and start rotating. This would only result in a lot of grunting and moving centimeters from his original spot. Basically he would look like he was trying to drag his bottom across the backyard. Sonic shook his head clearing the frustration circling his mind. He would try the second way and he would defiantly get it this time. The only problem is that he can't even do a front flip. He would jump forward and only land on his back with a loud 'thud'. Of course being Sonic the Hedgehog he never turned down a challenge just because of his stubbornness and partly to keep his ego lifted.

Silver would take a few pieces of, less than valuable, items from around the house and place them on the green grass before intensely staring at one of the objects. According to some websites, he was able to lift things with his mind and levitate himself. Silver would focus intently on the box of index cards. He shut his eyes in concentration and gritted his teeth in. His body would tremble from the amount of pressure on his brain and sweat would lace his metal colored fur matting it. Silver would picture the box of index cards until it distorted into an unknown object. A large headache suddenly slammed down unto him. Silver gripped his head and growled. He felt as if his skull were about to crack from the pounding from his brain. The hoary male fell to his knees cringing from the excruciating agony. He wouldn't think properly ever again.

Shadow the Hedgehog to the title of the Ultimate Lifeform with pride. Honestly he'd always thought of himself as the supreme out of the three. When the ebony male read he could travel at amazing speeds with his rocket shoes he scoffed. This seemed too easy. If only he knew. Shadow stood on leveled land and clicked his heels. He waited to be lifted from the ground but nothing happened. Raising an eyebrow he gave a death glare to the shoes and clicked them again. This ironically reminded him of The Wizard of Oz. The now proclaimed Ultimate Lifeform clicked his heels continuously, each one harder and harder till he felt as though his heels were being pierced by needles. The crimson streaked hedgehog's eye twitched and his hands were clenched into tight fists. Shadow took three cavernous breaths before considering a new tactic. He jogged around the base of the yard increasing his speed. When he was about to give up he suddenly didn't feel the ground beneath his feet. Shadow brusquely discontinued his running. The roaring of the red and white metallic shoes erased all the frustration. He felt like his heart was surrounded by a fuzzy warm blanket and his stomach was filled with gum drops and lollipops-okay maybe that was a little off – but nonetheless he felt very satisfied. Shadow sensed a smile threaten to tug the corners of his lips but settled for a smirk. The ebony hedgehog, wanting to move onward, took a step forward only to lose control and fall flat on his face; but it didn't stop there. The rockets kept increasing speed causing Shadow's face to be dragged roughly through the dirt. His muffled screams went unheard as he unknowingly headed straight towards the white, tall, picket fence. A loud thump later Shadow got up from the ground with a mouth full of dirt, multiple cuts and bruises and a glowing red face. The humiliation caused the 'Ultimate Lifeform' to go off the brig. He kicked the fence with force, stomped on the ground relentlessly and cursing at the shoes with curses man have never come to known.

Today was defiantly not a very productive day for the three hedgies.

"We should just give up."

"I agree. We haven't made any progress during the last seven days and these damn shoes are getting on my fu-"

"Hey! Watch your language Shadow. And I know we haven't been doing well but we can't give up."

"How do you even know we have powers? We might just be wasting our time."

"If we don't have these ridiculous powers, I promise on mother's life I will kill you faker."

"Oh come on guys, you can't give up that easily. We are the three heroes of the world after all."

"You're hopeless."

"More like useless."

"Love you too."

Sonic lied on the couch with his legs sore, his body exhausted and a, very, bruised ego. He had tried to stay positive throughout the whole ordeal but his, pessimistic viewing, brothers were crushing every bit of optimism he had left. He did acknowledge that today had not been the most successful day-like any other day has- but that didn't mean all hope was lost. When issues got tough it doesn't mean give up, you simply try harder.

The cerulean hedgehog put an arm across his forehead and sighed. "Shadow, Silver, I know we haven't made much progress-"

"We haven't made any advancement stupid hedgehog," The eldest sneered.

Sonic folded his lips in a thin line for a moment before continuing his, rudely, interrupted speech. He didn't want to say something he was going to be sorry for later. "Like I was saying, I know we haven't been doing all that great but it doesn't mean we should just give up-"

"But how do you know we're going to improve. This past week has only brought us pain, misery and failure. I don't know about you but I certainly don't feel like keeping this up for long. I feel like this whole thing has been gibberish." Silver winced a little from putting the ice pack on his head.

Sonic swung his legs over the edge of the leathery couch making a squeaky noise. His emerald eyes hardened as he casted glares at the other two. He's had enough with their attitude. All week he's been encouraging them. When they fell he was the one who told them they were doing great despite their failed attempts. When they came in after a day fruitless day, when their spirits seemed broken, he was always right by them. Even though they responded with cruel snorts or sadistic sneers he ignored them with a smile. But this was the last straw. The countless remarks he got seemed to hit him at once raising his anger to high degree. It hurt him that when he tried to make them feel better all he got in return, from his brothers, was a downgrade in his confidence. The idea of being someone special made him feel on top of the world; especially sharing the feeling with the hedgehogs he loved the most; that simply meant the world to him. Only, they didn't seem to want to take part in the feeling. Instead they pushed it away as if it were some rotten fruit that their mother forced them to eat. Sonic didn't understand why they were so sour towards him though, but he wasn't going to put up with it any longer.

"Fine if you two want to be the sore losers you are, you can do what you want. I don't care anymore anyway. I just don't want to hear anymore of your endless whining."

Shadow and Silver looked at each other before setting their ice packs down. The eldest looked at the azure hedgehog and blinked when he met his glare. His words clearly had frustration set in them but he couldn't help but notice the tinge of discouragement and remorse. Shadow scowl deepened when Sonic's ear lowered and he turned his back on them. Shadow wasn't one to give in to the younger one's temper tantrums; in fact, he wasn't going to become the comforting sap. That was their mother's job but, he did feel a hint of regret shoot through his chest. Teasing, taunting and lowering Sonic's self esteem did bring him some joy no matter how sadistic it seemed but he always thought he knew when he really meant it. The feeling that bubbled in his chest was a feeling he wasn't accustomed to. Shadow wasn't really too keen of it either. The only way he knew how to handle this was to be blunt and aggressive.

"Watch what you say faker. I don't appreciate being called such childish names after having being thoroughly humiliated. I don't deserve that" he growled.

"Shadow, you weren't the only one who's had their share of embarrassment. Stop acting like you're God. It's annoying."

Ruby irises widened with contained fury. "I wouldn't even think about taking the Lord's place you dense piece of wood. I never even said I was and I do not act as such." Shadow's nostrils flared and his jaw ached from the amount pressure he put on it. "I should wring you're neck right now. Consider your-self lucky to be alive."

Sonic stood up with his fists clenched. A growl erupted from his throat and he went into a battle stance; he didn't think he had one. He pointed a rage shaken finger at Shadow and shouted, "You see, right there. That's what I'm talking about. You think you're so superior. I don't know if it's just because you're older or you're taller but it's getting annoying. And stop with the constant death threats, everybody knows you can never follow through with them anyway."

"Sonic you say one more word and I will find a way to kill you, painfully, twice. I don't care what anybody says," Shadow dangerously whispered.

"Dammit Shadow there you go again. I'm tired of this. I don't care if you kill me at least I wouldn't have to suffer the feeling of knowing I'm related to you."

"The feelings mutual," the ebony hedgehog snarled taking an unknown battle stance of his own.

"Stop it you two. We're brothers and we're supposed to act like it."

Silver stood in the middle of the fuming hedgehogs. He looked at them with worried features. He was used to the black and blue hedgehogs' bickering and teasing but they never went as far getting physical. It was one of mother's strict rules but it was also something the three wouldn't allow themselves to come to. It was kind of a law they set in stone with their silent approvals. So when Sonic and Shadow fists came in front of them and they stepped towards each other Silver felt the need to interfere. Things had gotten too extreme.

"I think Shadow and I already settled the fact that we'd rather not."

"I don't care Sonic. You guys know you shouldn't fight; physically and verbally."

"Silver, stay out of this; this has nothing to do with you."

Said hedgehog put a hand on his hip and sternly said, "No Shadow. I will not just stand here and watch you two fight." He looked at both of them, none of the two backed out of their stance. Silver sighed and mentally prayed to God for his help. He knew he couldn't stop them alone. He prayed for strength until Chelsea got home. The metallic colored hedgehog's golden eyes widened when the two pairs of feet slowly walked closer towards each other. He pleaded for them to stop but was ignored. Silver gasped when Shadow pushed him out of the way. The two older brothers had each other by their wrists and pushed, trying to knock the other down. Silver quickly got as close as he could to the fighting hedgehogs and once again begged for them to stop.

"Please guys stop. What would mother think if she saw this?" he tried to make them feel guilty. When he was ignored he hastily racked his brain for any other thoughts to keep one of them from throwing the first punch. An idea struck his head. He would stall.

"What did you mean when you said we were 'sore losers' Sonic?"

Raging forest green eyes glanced at frantic golden before returning to fiery ruby ones. Sonic's fangs were revealed when he spoke, "Every single day you guys always complain and whine to me about how you get hurt and what we're doing is useless. Even though I find it annoying I still find a way to at least try to make you feel better. Instead of a thank you I'm called an idiot."

Silver blinked and felt culpability fill every space in his heart. Did he really hurt Sonic that much? "Sonic I-"

"I don't know if you realize this but it kind of hurts when your own brothers try to bring you down after you try to lift their spirits," Sonic seethed and pushed Shadow away from him. He stood with his hands clenched and his back turned. "I can finally be someone important, a hero to others, and I thought the best part of it was that I could share the experience with you guys. Apparently the hedgehogs I thought were my brothers don't care. All they do care about is the negatives. It hurts to be rejected."

"Why didn't you tell us this faker?" Shadow grunted. His anger still remained but it had lessened from Sonic's statement.

"I know this thing whole power thing is frustrating so I just kept my mouth shut."

"Sonic we didn't know you felt that way," Silver quietly said.

"Yeah well, now you do" the azure hedgehog huffed, not caring if they felt bad or not. It didn't matter to him anymore.

The three hedgehogs stood in the room with heavy tension. The silence wasn't awkward but it did hold a guilty tone to ease. Silver glued his eyes on Sonic's back with remorse. Shadow stared intently at a nearby wall finding it to be more interesting by the minute. He casted a few glances at the other two and grunted when he met Silver's eyes, darting his blood red orbs back to the wall. Everyone shifted their eyes on Sonic when he sighed. He looked back at them with tired eyes and climbed up the stairs without a word. Silver and Shadow's attention then flickered to the door.

Chelsea opened the door with great haste. The whole way, driving, her motherly senses-if you want to call it that-were tingling like crazy. Her scalp went all prickly and the pit of stomach had an uneasy feeling bubbling up. Something didn't feel right.

She locked the door behind her and gasped. Silver and Shadow stood there with dirt and grime all over them. They also appeared to have multiple cuts on their bodies. With her instincts taking over she hustled towards them first checking for any internal and permanently damaged wounds.

"My gosh, are you okay? What happened?" Chelsea lifted a silver furry arm and inspected it. She rubbed it feeling for any bumps or open injuries. When she couldn't find anything but dirt she checked his legs, stomach and other arm. Silver giggled, "Mom that tickles!" Chelsea grabbed his muzzle and only saw scratches with dried blood. Even though it was just a few minor cuts it still alarmed her. "Silvy how did you get these cuts?" Silver smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head casting frenzied glances to Shadow. The crimson streaked hedgehog could see the glances from his peripheral vision. He carefully shook his head, telling him silently not to tell her the truth.

"Well mom we were playing tag in the backyard and it kind of got rough." Shadow looked at Silver with disbelief. His ruby eyes narrowed. Silver shrugged and looked away with a huff. It was hard making up something on the spot.

Chelsea switched over to Shadow and went through his ebony pelt. She then said, "You guys have to stop rough housing. Now I have to worry about you guys getting hurt whenever I leave the house."

"We're sorry mother" the two said in unison.

"That's alright. Oh and Silvy why don't you hop in the shower and clean yourself. I'll take care of the wounds from there okay?"

Silver nodded and climbed upstairs while taking his gloves off. Shadow watched him travel up the carpeted steps before grunting in pain. A pinching feeling erupted from his right arm. "Ow mother, that hurt."

"I'm sorry Shady. It's just that because your fur is so dark I have to separate it to see the skin." Chelsea rolled her eyes when Shadow muttered, "Don't call me that." She continued on with her inspection finding a few lesions on his body. When she looked at his face she noticed that there were more serious wounds. There were gashes everywhere and dirt covering most of his face. Chelsea grabbed his cheeks in her hands earning a slight whine from the ebony male. Ignoring it she tilted and twisted his head in every direction.

Shadow groaned at the relentless tilting of his head. He stared at Chelsea, trying to give her the message he wasn't enjoying the inspection. When she didn't catch his eyes he decided to transfer his mental memo into words. "Mother I don't think this is necessary," he said pulling his head away from her. Chelsea snatched his head and stared at him with a look Shadow wouldn't be able to shake off for a couple of days. "Shadow." She only had to say his name and he swallowed his complaints immediately. It wasn't that Shadow was afraid of her; it's just that when she had this kind of power over him that made him comply with (most) of her demands. It was probably because she was his mother.

Shadow silently exhaled in relief when she dismissed him to the other shower. He shuddered at the memory of the look she gave him. Even he had to admit that look was frightening.

The sounds of the two showers were music to the 22 year olds ears. Chelsea climbed up the stairs looking for the azure hedgehog that wasn't downstairs. Sonic was part of the, supposed, 'tag' game they played so in conclusion he must've been covered in dirt and scratches also. Did they really expect her to believe they were playing tag? Let's get one thing straight; sure Silver would, Sonic, maybe, but Shadow…no…just no. Whatever they did they wanted to keep a secret but she would let it go, for now that is.

Chelsea opened Sonic's door in a way where her entrance couldn't be ignored. Her brows were scrunched together in confusion. There was the blue hedgehog, cross legged with earphones in, on his bed…sulking? The dark-skinned woman tilted her head to the side.

Sonic didn't sulk. He never did. That was Shadow's occupation. Sonic was always the one to find light in the darkest caves even though there wasn't any. When Sonic was upset in ten minutes, at the most, he would be back to his usual happy-go-lucky self; always having that silly grin on his muzzle. So why didn't he have that joyful glint in his eyes, why were his shoulders so slouched and why did his voice scare her when he mumbled, "Hi mom."

Chelsea sat on the edge of the bed causing Sonic, who stared at his phone, to move away from the rim. He put his head in his hand with a sigh. The music blasted in his ears and Chelsea could actually hear it. She didn't mind it because she always did that but she had to talk to him. She pulled an ear bud out. "Hello speedy. How was your day?"

The cobalt teenager kept his eyes on the cellular device. The 22 year old fixed her lips in a fine line. She tilted her head to where it was in the way of Sonic's view of the phone. Chelsea softly smiled at his, barely audible, chuckle. A small smile flashed on his muzzle and that relieved some of the pressure on her heart. At least he wasn't deeply in distress.

She averted her head back to its original position happy the crick in her neck was gone. She watched Sonic twirl with the unplugged headphone. The white plug intrigued both of them for a moment before Chelsea shook her head and concentrated on her current task. She put a hand on Sonic's twirling one and whispered, "Is something wrong sweetie?"

Sonic's eyes flickered from her chocolate irises to his phone; his expression a mixture of emotions. He shook his head. He didn't want to burden her with his problems. It wasn't something she needed to worry about.

"How was your day at work mom?" He tried altering the subject; he even flashed his trademark grin. Sonic dropped the act when he saw his mother's scowl. Instantly he stared back at the iPhone. He must've screwed up the smile.

Chelsea fully climbed on the bed and sat, Indian style, across from Sonic. His attempt at changing the topic was utterly pathetic, especially that smile, if you would even call that a smile. She placed her hands on his shoulder making him look up at her. "Speedy, tell me what's wrong." Sonic moved his eyes and head to the side with sadness. He looked as if he was having an internal battle and the side he was on was suffering defeat. Chelsea placed a hand on his cheek. The azure hedgehog looked up at her with pained eyes. The inner ends of the woman's dark brows lifted and she begged, "Please."

He couldn't win. There was no way to get around his mother. Unwillingly, Sonic confessed but he kept the part about their powers a secret. He couldn't tell her yet. Soon but, not now.

"I got mad at some things Shadow and Silver said to me and we kinda got into this fight. Well, Shadow and I mostly."

"What kind of things did they say?" The mention of a fight made Chelsea's heart race a bit.

Sonic shook his head. "Just the usual things," he scrunched his eyebrows together at the memory, "but for some reason it just got to me. Yeah I do some stupid stuff but I can only handle being called an idiot for so long." He chuckled lightly trying to ease some of the tension he felt from Chelsea. When her eyes burned with mild anger he looked back down to his lap and lowered his ears. Great, he made her upset. He really was an idiot sometimes.

Chelsea bit the inside of her cheek to calm herself before she ripped, the two hedgehogs in the shower, out and gave them spankings on their wet behinds. She seriously could care less how old they were. Just the usual? She didn't know they called him names. Sonic was so used to it that it became customary to him. She didn't tolerate name calling in her house. "What happened in this fight you say you got in with Shadow?" she urged, wanting to get all the details.

"You have to promise me you're not going to go ballistic mom."

This defiantly worried her to an all time high. Was this why they were all so beaten up? Chelsea felt her breathes hitch but she nodded. She was crossing her toes so she was good.

"We said we didn't want to be brothers anymore and Shadow and I kinda, maybe, got physical."

Chelsea through her hands in the air and scoffed. She put her forehead in her hands and dragged them down her face. She couldn't believe this. She's gone for four hours and the three hedgehogs are already beating each other up. She was beyond ballistic. There wasn't a word for how infuriated she was.

"How do you not expect me to be angry Sonic?" she shouted, "I can't even leave you guys alone without worrying about who's going to get their teeth punched out next. And to make it worse you guys said you didn't want to be brothers? I can't believe this!" Chelsea jumped off the bed and paced around the room with her hands dancing around her.

Sonic winced at his real name being used. He got up from the bed with his hands out and a weak smile, "But that's the thing mom, w-we didn't punch or anything-"

"Then what do you mean?"

"We just pushed each other and stuff. Silver just tried to break us up. Nobody got hurt."

"Then how do you explain the cuts on your back? Don't think I haven't noticed."

Sonic raised an eyebrow before looking behind him, as much as he could. He'd almost forgotten about his sore back. Wait how did she even see them? "How did you even-"

"I know and see everything Sonic. That's what a mother does."

A sudden eerie feeling crept, like a spider, on Sonic's spine. That couldn't be true. But what if it was? He shook his head trying to forget the creepy statement. Silently he was praying she hadn't seen the stuff on his phone. Honestly he accidentally flipped to the XXX rated page and he was just curious as to what it was.

"O-oh. Those were just from rough housing?" he looked at her sheepishly.

Chelsea sighed and shook her head. He wouldn't tell her either. She looked up and walked towards him. She stared through his forest green eyes intently before saying, "Turn around speedy." The cerulean hedgehog obeyed and turned his back to her. He flinched at the touch on his back. The stinging sensation wasn't something too comforting.

While Chelsea inspected him his eyes lightened at a sudden realization. "Hey mom, you called me speedy. You can't be that mad anymore."

Chelsea rolled her eyes. She took his shoulders and twisted him to face her. A smirk made its way upon her face but there were no signs of humor. Her next statement made Sonic's sudden hope crash from the heavens to the cold hard concrete ground.

"Honey I'm beyond pissed," she hazardously said just above whisper.

Before Sonic could answer she patted his back towards the door, which caused him to wince in pain. "Go take a shower baby. I'm sure Silver's finished with his. Oh and when you see your brothers tell them to meet me down stairs. You come with them too, okay?" Sonic nodded quickly hurrying out the door to fulfill his mission.

They were in so much trouble.

Thank you for reading. R&R

~God Bless You~