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Secret Affair	By : kittynakajima Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 15628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Sonic is the property of SEGA/Sonic Team, and I do not profit from writing this story. However, I do claim ownership of the characters of Dr. Sara Torinai and Aria Torinai.

Chapter List
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(Amy�s P.O.V.)
Cell phone is ringing. The
theme song of Twinkle Park can be heard quite clearly despite the
fact that it�s buried at the bottom of my purse. It takes me at
least a couple of seconds to locate it as the ring tone suddenly cuts
off. The caller ID states that it�s Sonic, as his number is one of
a close few which I keep in the internal phonebook. As I�m about to
call him back, it notifies me of a voice mail, to which, after
checking it, was in fact Sonic himself.
�Hey, Ames. Just thought
I�d let you know that I might not be on time for the appointment at
the doctor�s, so go on ahead without me. Something sorta came up at
the last moment, so I have to tie up a few loose ends before I can
get there. I promise I�ll be there to pick you up afterwards. Bye.�
I pout a little bit as I replay his
message one more time before deleting it. It was actually kind of
soothing to have him with me at the more recent checkups, so I was
really hoping he�d make it to this one too. But if it�s something
important, I understand. At least he took the time to tell me in
advance.
Maybe Eggman is up to something
again�
�Ms. Amy Rose?�
Finally. I get up and make my
way towards Dr. Torinai�s office, while passing Ms. Pricklin, the
receptionist on the way. I force a smile in her direction, and she
reciprocates with �good day� as her greeting. That�s how it�s
been ever since that little phone message mishap, along with the fact
that I promptly proceeded to tell her off over the phone for making
assumptions about my personal life. It gradually cooled down once she
and Sara separately told me that she had experience in dealing
closely with the clientele at the family planning center she had
previously been working at. Apparently, it was somewhat of a rarity
to have one of their clients walk in with their child�s
father/significant other, so seeing Shadow with me that day
automatically added up to significant other.
It wasn�t really funny at first,
but I guess it is now that I look back on it�or maybe not.
It�s still a pretty rude to assume things.
By now, I�ve reached Sara�s
office and take my usual seat in front of her desk. This usually is
the point where we go through a routine Q&A session, where any
irregularities that I�ve noticed can be addressed quickly.
�Any discomfort? Unusual
discharge?� she asks, with pen and clipboard in hand.
Those and many of her other
questions are all met with the same firm �no� each time. However,
I think it might have been wise if I had said yes when she asked if I
was actively recording a kick chart.
�C�mon Amy�, she says,
frowning a bit in dismay. �You�re just about to go into your
seventh month, so you need to be keeping track of your kids�
activity is at this stage. A sudden decrease in activity could signal
a possible problem, so it�s very important that you�re on top of
this.�
She has a point � After that
threatened miscarriage and the precautionary measures taken to
prevent it, I need to be on top of things like this.
�I�ll try harder�, I promise
her, while playfully gesturing to my protruding abdomen, which
happens to be getting a few kicks and pumps during the whole
dialogue. He or she doesn�t move when I�m up and about, but they
sure like to make a racket when I�m taking a rest.
Just as we�re about to move on to
the actual examination, I notice a white liquid that is quickly
beginning to cover the floor underneath my seat. Thinking that it�s
coming from me, I let out a sharp shriek that startles the wit out of
Sara for a few seconds.
�What happened?�, she asks, with
a concerned and serious look on her face. I then point down to the
fluid and state that I think my water may have broken, as she
carefully studies it for a few seconds. Afterwards, she reaches
underneath my seat and pulls out a dripping bottle and a young
hedgehog girl along with it, who�s giggling in her grasp.
Looking a bit closer, I come to
the conclusion that this is Sara�s daughter. You could definitely
see the resemblance � same green streaks and face, but her fur was
a silvery gray as opposed to her mother�s earthy brown.
Carefully, she brought herself and
the girl down to the floor to the point where she was making eye
contact. �Mommy�s working now�, she said in a gentle, yet firm
voice. �But I promise that we�ll play later. Work first, play
later. Understand?�
The little girl nods her response
(as she doesn�t seem able to speak yet, before Sara ushers her out
into the waiting room. �Strap her into her stroller, Pricklin�,
she instructs as she closes the door. �More firmly this time!�
It takes her a few minutes before
she�s back by my side, cleaning up the spilt milk. �She�s going
to be turning two within the week�, she says while throwing the
mess into the trash. �Terrible twos they call it, but I think she�s
been like that since she learnt how to walk.� We both laugh at
that, before I ask if she can say any words of yet.
�Two words, one good, and one bad.
The first one is mommy, but the second is something I rather she not
say in public. I�m still baffled as to how she picked up the curse
word �fuck�, as I�ve avoided saying that while in her
presence.�
I couldn�t help but laugh some
more at that, since that does sound like it would make for some
precious moments in public.
Then again, I imagine our kid
saying that too. While I try to refrain from cursing, I slip every
now and then. Plus, there�s the fact that Sonic can have a curse as
every word in a single sentence when he�s really worked up. Given
all that, it�s probably safe to say that our baby�s already
familiar with this colorful vocabulary.
Still laughing, we begin making our
way to the examination room when the smoke detector goes off.
Sighing, Sara begins to make her way towards the door to see what
could be setting it off.
�I guess I might have to remind a
patient�s significant other that smoking is strictly prohibited in
this build-FUCK!� Shrinking back while cursing in pain, she rubs
the hand that was intended to open the door. �The handle is flaming
hot!� she yelps, as I rush over to her side. Her hand doesn�t
look too bad since she pulled away quickly, but it looks like it
might blister after it cools down.
Smoke detector going off and a hot
handle are all clear indications that there�s a fire in the
building, with the latter inferring that it�s directly on the other
side of the door. And if that�s the case, then�oh my goodness!
The other patients, receptionist,
and even Aria were on the other side of the door.
By the time I had deduced this, Sara
had somehow managed to open the door and scurry out into the smoke
and ash that was quickly coming into the room. �Aria?� she
screamed, while covering her nose with her lab coat. �Can you hear
mommy�s voice? Please say something�anything!�
I scurry on after her, but soon lose
her in the thickening cloud of dark smoke and flames. I begin to call
out her name and that of her daughter, in hopes that I might be able
to reach one or both of them, but to no avail. Aria hasn�t made any
noise, and Sara�s yells and screams for a response abruptly stop.
By this point, I�m more than
worried � I�m terrified. The smoke is making it difficult
to breathe, and my eyes are watering from all the particles floating
around in the air thanks to the fire. I really want to find Sara and
Aria, along with anyone else who might still be in here, but I also
have to think of my own safety as well�
And with that, I quickly produced my
Piko Piko Hammer, whirling it around until it created a funnel of
filtered air. This succeeded in helping some of the fire and smoke
die down, but not by much. More importantly, it provided me with a
temporary visual of the surrounding area.
Two other patients are motionless,
as well as the receptionist, who�s slouched down in her seat. As
the smoke begins to resurface, I create another whirlwind of air to
try and locate the exit, at which I find both Aria and Sara. Like the
others, they�re on the floor and motionless, only Sara has her arms
and most of her body wrapped around Aria as if to shield her from
harm.
Now fearing the worst, I kneel down
and attempt to find a pulse on the both, which is still apparently
going strong. Relieved, I quickly go on to check on the others, as
smoke inhalation can just as easily kill someone as being burnt
alive. Everyone else seems to have been knocked out as well, and as
the flames rise once, I begin to wonder if all of us can make it out
safely.
Suddenly, everything begins to
blur. Thinking that it�s the smoke building itself up, I try to
create a gust of wind with my hammer to clear it out, only to find
that my arms are too weak to even hold it.
The room starts to spin, and as I
drop to the ground, I see a glisten of metal sweep over Sara and
Aria, and then finally, myself.
As everything begins to go black,
I hear a disturbingly familiar voice in the distance�
(Sonic�s
P.O.V.)
POP! A balloon that Cream
was trying to hang managed to blow up in her face. She�s flying
around, trying to decorate the gala room at her house all by herself.
And from the looks of it, she�s pretty much done. Balloons and
streamers everywhere, all leading to or highlighting a simple, yet
elegant banner that has �Congratulations!� written in fancy type.
Have to admit that it came out
quite nice, even if she got a bit of help from me with the
arrangement of the streamers.
Smiling, I take the time to reach
into my pocket and look at the time on my cell phone. Called Amy a
while ago and had to stall for time while Cream, Tails, and some of
the other guests put the finishing touches on the decorations for
her. We�re having a surprise baby shower in her honor, and it�s
almost time to pick her up and bring her here for the party. While
having the shower was actually Cream�s idea, the surprise element
was mine. I still feel pretty bad for the way I treated her after I
found out, so I think this�ll be a small way in which I can make
amends.
Besides, I think this�ll be the
first time that some positive energy has been shed on this baby for
once�
�Sonic?�
I put away my phone as I�m greeted
by Tails, who�s pushing what seems to be a technically inclined,
yet frilly baby carriage. �You think Amy will like pushing
this around?� he asks, as he pushes a button that turns it into a
car seat. Looks like it could pass as a miniature version of the
Tornado 2 (without the wings), all decorated in a heavily decorated
white fabric.
�Isn�t all the fabric a bit over
the top for something like this?� I inquire, though only for the
mere fact that I don�t want to be seen pushing that
around.
�Well, the actual design and
decorating part was done by Cream,� he explained, �but the
engineering on this baby was all done by me. Car seat, carriage,
tricycle � you name it, and this can do it.� He also threw in the
fact that it was easier to build one of these things from scratch
than buying one from a store and assembling it � which he tried and
failed at miserably.
�Most of those consumer models can
be death traps if you halfassed the assembly�, he said, in a matter
of factly tone.
I gave him a weird look, but I
know that he knows what he�s doing. He wouldn�t let any of us use
one of his creations if he wasn�t at least 99.9 percent sure that
it wasn�t going to malfunction.
Tails puts it back into carriage
mode, and I walk with him into the living room of Cream�s house
where the other presents are located. A pile of colorful and assorted
wrapped boxes and gift bags in every shape and size that nearly reach
the ceiling, arranged to form a rising pyramid. You�d have to be
blind to not notice it when walking in.
Thankfully, it�s going to be
pitch black by the time I come back with Amy, so the lights off in
the room and the night�s elegance are bound to make the entrance
more exciting.
As I once again check the time,
Tails grabs the remote to the high definition TV situated within the
room as he proceeds to plop down on the main couch. The screen begins
to flicker on, but the audio instantly bursts in the mist of what
seems to be a special news report.
�Fire rips through a four story
clinical building in downtown Station Square�� it stated,
�Several people were taken to the Station Square Medical Center to
be treated for second degree burns and smoke inhalation.
Unfortunately, three people are
unaccounted for, which include a patient and her doctor, and the
doctor�s child��
The screen finally fades in to the
burnt and charred skeleton of this building, and as I take a better
look, my heart instantly sinks into my sneakers.
That was where Amy was�
In a flash, I�m out the door,
sprinting as fast as my legs will allow me. By the time I�ve
reached what�s left of it, the reality of what could have
ultimately happened is already starting to make me sick.
Amy�our baby...possibly either
one or both of them�gone.
And if it�s not already obvious,
my normally collected fa�ade has given way to sheer and utter
terror. I have to find her�them�no matter how bad it might be�
As I�m about to rush into the
building, my cell goes off to the tune of Windy Valley. It was the
tune that I had designated for Amy�s cellular number only, so that
instantly lifted any dreadful thoughts from my mind.
Though I must admit, the relief
was only temporary.
�Amy!� I exclaimed at the top of
my lungs. �Are you alright? Is the baby okay? Where are you?
Please, just tell me that you�re both alright��
All I can hear is silence on the
other side, until a subtle, yet familiar sound starts up. Very low at
first, and it gradually builds itself up into a very mocking and
condescending chuckle.
Him. He did this...
�Long time no see, Sonic�I
hope you don�t mind that I invited your girlfriend and some of her
friends over to my place for a little fun. A little bit of an early
birthday party as it were.
Don�t wait up.�
Static is the only thing heard from
that point on, so I hang up and call up Tails, who has by now seen
the whole thing unravel on television back at Cream�s place. As I�m
filling him in on the details, one thing is painfully clear:
This is going to be one party
that Eggman will not be forgetting any time soon.
Author�s Note: At
the end of the chapter rather than at the beginning? I needed a
change.
But yeah folks, Eggman�s back,
and what he has in mind for Amy and the baby isn�t necessarily
anything good, especially if it�s to further any of his twisted
scientific research.
And what of Sara and little Aria?
Are they both alright? And if so, where would they fit into this?
Stay tuned for the next
installment, where some really crazy shit hits the fan.
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