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The original idea for this story belongs to Dragonbreath1, along with his original characters, namely Anne, and a number of elements in this story. It won't be a carbon copy, having some things changed by myself and whatnot, but it will be similar. I feel a need to do this, since "Who's Your Daddy" and it's sequel, "All's Fair," were both extremely fun and very educational to me, as well as making me a fan of the coupling (as well as Anne). Unfortunately, for reasons I do not know, he has taken them down, in part spurring me to make this story. If someone wants to know what were his ideas and what were mine, feel free to ask. I should be able to answer it. And obviously...

Disclaimer: I don't own the Sonic the Hedgehog series.

If you're still roaming, Dragonbreath1, and you see this, drop me a note or leave a review, especially if you want me to take this down. I'd still appreciate to hear from you either way.

That's my Girl:

"... But enough about my mother."

It was a fair summary of her life, minus a few important details that she was willing to let slide, along with a few more that were now blacked out in permanent marker. The portion of the paper on her wasn't really what was worrying the lilac feline, not really. It was her daughter's other parent that concerned her, specifically the details. She certainly hadn't picked up that infernal foot-tapping on her own, and certainly hadn't come from her mother either...

Blaze growled at the thought.

"... I met my father for the first time when I was six. I was waiting in a tree to surprise him when Mom came back to the beach in his dimension. (She blacked out 'in his dimension) Unlike my mother, he seemed to understand how I worked as they looked around for me, since he saw me in the tree. His concerned look intimidated me, and I accidentally fell from losing my balance. With more speed that I have now, six years later, he caught me. I was worried he would scold me, so I told him I was trying to surprise him. That was the first time I saw him smile, and I still remember his first words.

'You surprised me, all right,' and then he laughed a bit. It was the first time I felt that there was someone like me, at least in some world, somewhere. (More words vanished underneath jet black ink, accompanied by a near inaudible growl) And then we talked about what we would do next. He suggested going to a place called 'Twinkle Park'..."

The vase formerly sitting on the Queen's desk was gone when she looked up from her daughter's paper, smashed against the floor. An 'oopsie' smile on Anne's face told her that she had tried balancing it on her nose, once again, before placing the suprisingly intact vase back. It was one of the things she had picked up paternally, no doubt. Her father was a chaotic being if there ever was one. His green eyes seemed to mock the feline ruler whenever the princess assumed one of his poss, conscious or not. It contrasted starkly with the decorated office of the Queen, among them one of the original grandmaster piano pieces, emerald and diamond crystal chandeliers, and a well aged grandfather clock, tocking away along with Anne's foot. Not one of the virtue of patience, indeed.

She quickly blacked out the remainder of the story, two paragraphs which Queen Blaze the Cat could remember easily, and wasn't ready to introduce the idea of an amusement park to her world yet. As much as she liked to see Anne happy, it was always frustrating even thinking about that terrible role-model of a father, especially after what he'd done. Silence filled the room as the angry squeal of the marker stopped, and Anne's foot tapped, neither sets of sensitive ears hearing Blaze's teeth grinding against one another. Anne stood back up, not happy with but quite used to her mother's gaze upon her.

"Sorry, Mom," was all the young Hedgecat could muster with regard to the now broken artifact. It was a recurring trend starting from the child's youth, even before being poisoned by her her father's infectious personality, as good-natured as it supposedly was. There was no telling how long the pattern would keep up, despite anything of value having long since been replaced by replicas. Not that Anne remembered that at age one and a half. Blaze sighed, as she handed the paper back to her daughter, picking up the paper she had previously been reviewing on her desk.

The bill, regarding the civil war in the neighboring country of Galahorv, listed all the proposed military options, tools, equipment, and permissions allotted for the containment of the conflict, the third that had flared up in the last eight years. Of course, the plan was approved by the Council of Nations, and she had agreed to send in the Royal Army, once again. The plan boiled down to 'bust heads until heads no longer need to be busted,' as she had summed it up to Anne earlier. It had worked all her life, both personally and militarily. Excluding that now-untouchable-without-breaking-her-daughter 'father.' Her fist clenched.

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?" replied the queen, focusing on the long, tedious signature passed down through the generations, indicating every name from her own and her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother's, of which she herself was named after. Said grandmother had, apparently, incinerated the original successor to the throne upon entering this world, not that their line had been terribly popular anyway.

"I can't turn just this in! There's hardly anything in this."

"Well put down everything you know, and I'll just cross out what you can't say." Over the centuries tradition had grown to be a part of specific importance to the royal family, especially being the oldest and most powerful nation on the continent, and one of the more advanced. It was not as advanced as some places Blaze had visited, and especially not as advanced as that Nega fellow from a couple of decades back.

"That was everything I knew, besides anything that deals either with any of the emeralds, or with Dad saving the world."

"You're certain he hasn't talked about anything else?" Her signature wavered on, hand used to the motion after a thousand times of failures, and ten thousand successes after that. Most of it was typed up on a typewriter, or one of the relatively new computers in the palace. Anne's computer had more possessing power than the rest of the world combined, being given to her by her adoptive 'uncle' at a birthday party when she turned eleven. It stayed in Anne's room, by order of Blaze, not that she ever used it much. As educational as it's potential was, she almost exclusively used it for playing games. Although that only happened when she was confined to her room, either from breaking something, or someone.

"Nothing that you would allow." She paused, smiling. "What do you know that I could put in my report?"

It was Blaze's turn to pause in thought, still not looking up from the entire page over half full of her still unfinished signature. She scowled, her pen pausing as she re-focused herself on her signature. "I'm sorry darling, but I guess I don't have anything. Did you ask Mr. Nelsar for an exemption?" Since her lineage started, their fire abilities had stopped wars, started other wars, and captured all seven of the world's Sol Emeralds, which were now stored in the palace, guarded by Blaze herself should the need arise. Guarding them had been her duty after her parents death doing the same when she was young, and as frustrating as Anne was, Blaze was eternally grateful.

"I did. He asked why." Anne smiled again, her tail pulsing between her left and right, its tan tip now flicking left and right in excitement. "I told him it was because my dad lived as a hero in an alternate dimension. He said I had to do the whole report."

Blaze was not so eternally grateful anymore, now knowing what Anne was up to. Her pen stopped as her eyes narrowed, left hand clenching for a moment, and she gave a menacing glance to her daughter. It was a wonder she was getting educated at all. She simply escaped every royal tutor Blaze had ever hired for her using her father's trademark speed, which she was far better at than producing flames. And despite having to be the first royal child in a public school, at least she would stay there. Before, Anne would run up the stone walls to the ancient palace roof, one more thing that had yet to be renovated from all the trampling it had received over the years. If there was one thing she wouldn't let come down from her father's side it would be his education; more or less, lack of one. There was a strong possibility that she had stretched the truth, as unbelievable as would be to the common folk of crossing dimensions, even further into inconceivability.

And the core of the planet was rather warm, too.

"I suppose you could ask him over the phone, then"

"The paper's due Monday, Mom!"Blaze sighed, knowing exactly where this was going as she returned her focus to the signature, buying whatever time she could. There were many things Blaze could get in the world. She had near absolute power over her subjects, not that she ever used it. Anything she could possibly want, she would usually get. And for a monarch, that's not something that all can brag about. Even ones that have a lot of say in the way their country is run, with a great big army to say it with, as was the case with Blaze.

Yet this one little thing can slip through those cracks.

"All right, I'll get him, but-" Anne screeched with joy, jumping over the desk and pulling her shocked mother into a tight but quick hug, her pen scribbling ink over the almost finished signature, ruining it, before rushing out and into the halls, as loud as any twelve year old be without breaking the sound barrier. Still slightly dazed, Blaze looked down at the paper, grabbing another signing sheet. She picked up the trans-dimensional phone, hidden under her desk, and called the only number that was ever called. It wasn't that phone's weren't commonplace in her country, no, it was that she was certain this one phone cost more to operate on a monthly basis then every other one in the city put together, easily.

She sighed. It's as though he never left. She punched the numbers, and then returned her attention to the new signature. "Hello Tails? Can you get Sonic on the line for Anne..."

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