Disclaimer:

I do not own most of the characters mentioned here for they belong to SEGA. If there are any from myself then you can pretty much tell. The fic as stated in the last chapter will take on a sort of diary-type plotting for now both in the past and the future. Sorry for the long delay, inspiration for a good Tails-Cream pairing is hard to come by when you're in constant rush hour. Once again, I apologize, I sort of lost interest in writing due to neopets and other genres popping out.

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2/16/04

"Seriously?" I asked my genius of a pal in disbelief.

"Yes, seriously." A direct reply, not even bothering to stop his work to move from his spot or even catch a glimpse of me, the asker. He was under some large invention of his, laying on a revolving platform usually found in one of those hi-tech garages. I couldn't even see his body; all that was just left exposed was his twin tails that seemed to have a mind of their own as they entwined and reverted in rhythm. Whatever he was working one it was around the size of a small car and was more than covered by a greasy white cloak, probably cotton.

Now back to the topic. "Oh come on, your perfectly fine."I reassured him that his worry over having been infected with a threatening microbe was just in his largely-capacitive head.

"No. I'm sick. Very sick." is his reply, the sound of a wrench continuously turning echoed under the large hunk of metal parts.

Once more, I casually reassured him. "Seriously, you're a picture of perfect health. Maybe more, nothing less." And I thought the issue would finally be solved with that clichéd line.

Guess what; I thought wrong, "Seriously, I am." He said and that came out pretty stern from the fox as well.

I rebutted. "No, you're fine. Trust me."

"Sonic…" he said in his childish tone.

I replied in the same manner. "Tails…"

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are." And it became child's play.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No."

"Yes." Ok… let's try this… after the next reply.

Again he said "No."

"No." I mimicked trying reverse psychology on my pal.

Figured he was obviously too smart. "I'm glad you agree, can you pass me the wrench, the one with the orange handle?"

Darn it. "Alright Tails, just what makes you think you're sick?" I stood up from my seat and scurried around his countless tools that scattered around his invention. There it is. I picked it up and rested my back on his invention waiting for him to reach out his arm. Bad idea, I could feel my quills tear through the fabric. It's going to be a long day. My bad.

… What on earth is he working on? I shrugged it off.

Short moments passed, I found myself seated on his revolving chair. I was giggling on the outside and laughing my heart out in the inside. Sure Tails is a genius, but he's still a kid after all. I found my good hand smashing his computer's keyboard on the desk the chair was purposed for.

Curiosity and worry. "What was that sound?" Tails asked as he continued working under all that metal.

"Nothing, Ok ok, so you're saying you're sick because… " a laugh bursted out from me though it wasn't as loud as the last one, I couldn't stop myself from doing so.

The fox rebutted. "Just what is so funny?"

"It's just in your head, Tails." And I'm right, not being able to sleep, think and work properly is just a sickness in his head, medically termed as "crushing on someone."

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6/19/07 - (The second entry will more or less always be in Tails' POV in the next chapters as well as this one.)

I'm tired, panting and wheezing for a breather. I realized something. I wasn't as fit as I was back then. Sure I was a little chubby but a two hour dash shouldn't have made me this much tired… my stamina has definitely deteriorated.

I felt myself getting pulled, my supporting arm, the one I used to keep my stance and balance was grabbed and I was pulled along. Cream? Just where are we going? Where's Sonic? I looked at her, the moonlight illuminated parts of her face, and a determined look was sported. Beautiful.

She's not even tired? A stray cloud covered the moon, darkness prevailed. What now? mindlessly my feet just went along with the flow.

Where are we? Earlier…

We never took the train, the Monorail was it? Maybe not. Maybe it was already closed for the day, maybe it was no longer, maybe it was too risky but I don't know. My mind was too clouded for me to care. There was the grass, the trees, the night breeze and the two of us, the latter making our way across the rest to safety, hopefully. It was silent, not even one noise from a nocturnal. Us? We kept to ourselves, just walking, not even trying to talk yet we were side by side and I'm pretty sure that on her side too, we were bonding. A strange sort of bonding but I was content, and I believed she was too.

Suddenly, she ran.

I was startled, I followed.

"What's going on?" I tried to say but it came out rushed and panicked. What's going on Cream?

From my left side, a projectile or somewhat a missile impacted with the soft earth. Moonlight revealed it was a net, probably targeted at me. I continued to run, my Tails once more synching like the blades of a fan to support my pace.

STOMP!

There was a sound from behind us, like something big just made a footprint. I ran faster. GUN… Darn it. How? Oh probably. I should stop thinking and continue running yet I couldn't, not by a long shot. It was thinking that made me fail to notice whatever it was behind us…

It was thinking right now that made me realize I shouldn't have involved her in this mess.

The stomps kept getting faster, it's definitely chasing us. I'm beginning to hear the sound of cringing metal joints. Run faster. Cream remained a few paces ahead of me, how come it's as if she knows where she's going? I heard her speak to the shadows.

"Charmy, it's me. Stop your freaking machine!!"

Did I hear that right? Did she just say that word in a sentence? Did she just say Charmy? I ask myself too many questions.

Another net catapulted and this time it impacted a few inches behind me. I forgot her words for a minute and I came back to just plain running for my life. I felt bits of splattered earth strike me from behind probably from the force of the capturing device. At least they wanted me alive and unharmed. I noticed something, a clearing, a house made of wood, lights through a window.

Cream said something similar to the last one again, this time to the house in the woods. Finally, I heard the sound of an engine powering down, the stomps died away. I realized just how tired I was and I used my arms to support myself on my knees. I breathed hard and now here we are.

Where are we?

Like what was earlier sated, I was pulled. She led me to a side of the house, away from the door. Figures, I shouldn't be seen by anyone right now.

The door opens and I could see the shadow of whoever was inside the house. It came closer to Cream's figure, a sure sign the person walking nearer. It was a friendly voice that greeted her. I continued hiding away.

"Cream? I thought you were a poacher. Do you know what time it is? What are you doing in the middle of Mystic nowhere?" he was concerned. But that voice, it sounded familiar yet not.

Cream placed her hands together. She struggled. "Well…"

"You came to visit his house again right?" he said. "Come in." and she entered, taking a short glance at me. The door closed shut. There was a window next to me; I had to take the risk of looking in with the chance of being noticed. I was literally "outside looking in." Who is that guy?

Charmy, it's Charmy alright. What's he doing living in such a secluded place? What happened to the Chaotix? A lot has definitely changed. Luckily he was seated on a sofa facing in the opposite direction I was, no way could he see me like that unless he turned for some reason. Seated opposite to him was my darling Cream. She noticed me and there was a sweat drop; this is getting more and more complicated.

The bee spoke, "Cream, were you with someone earlier?"

Oh no.

"No, no one Charmy. I was all alone..." she chuckled a bit. "Why do you ask?"

I could see Charmy scratch his noggin. "My catcher was chasing two blinks in the radar. You sure?"

Busted. But wait, this is Charmy we're talking about. We've bonded. I don't think he'd do anything harmful, he'd just… jump for joy and tell everyone. Charmy can't keep a secret. I nodded to myself. It's better to keep him in the dark. Wait, his Catcher?

"Was someone after you!?" the bee suddenly spouted and stood up about to make his way to the door, or the window. I knelt down as not to be seen.

She thought quickly. "Oh that! That was um, Cheese. Yeah, the little thing went hiding already."

"Oh, that makes sense." And he sat down back again or at least it's how it appeared when I peeked back again.

They began to converse. I began to be jealous.

It was like a comedy, small talk and all. In a while when Charmy would react in a way that I might be seen due to their conversation Cream would have to compensate and I would have to hide myself. Charmy hasn't changed his attitude one bit. He's still the same bee as he was years ago. At least it seemed so in the inside.

Charmy looked very different so far. It's the first time I saw him without his helmet. From the back it's really really strange, yet cool. His hair had strands of black and yellow, much like his honeybee pattern. It looks untamed just pointing out pretty much in every direction. There's something that looks like a swat helmet on a stand by the door. He must have traded it in for his old one.

"I got to go home now. See you around." Cream said and stood up making her way to the door.

Streetlights, it seemed the cabin was at the end of town since there was a line of lights leading a trail to various houses, but it seems too far, across a large fencing. Why did Charmy exclude himself?

"Hey, what happened to him?" we continued walking to the direction of civilization.

"Charmy? Well, a lot of things. Everyone went through a lot of changes in those three years."

I realized something. I dread whatever happened to the others. Sonic, Amy, Knuckles…

"Someone suddenly found out that Chao eggs are extremely valuable, poachers and a lot of people suddenly started hunting for them. And Chaos manifested again. Like instinct, Chao around the world made their way to Angel Island. Those that couldn't settled here, in the woods around the island and the ruins. Right now it's one huge Chao Garden." That explains the catcher.

I realized another thing. "So when you said earlier about Cheese hiding?"

"Cheese doesn't live with me anymore." Understood.

She walked closer to me and held my hand.

She continued. "Sometime after your disappearance, Mr. Knuckles resumed leadership over the Chaotix since Chaos seemed to be planning on staying for a very long time. He got a contract with the government, I think through Ms. Rouge and they sort of became protection."

Protection? Rouge?

She continued. "Charmy, he left Chaotix and started living alone after... never mind. He decided to protect this place, saying it was his 'calling' and I'm pretty sure he got to inventing because of you."

What?

"Sure, his creations aren't as great as yours but they can make do. That catcher was pretty dangerous right? And you two got pretty close before you disappeared, sorry you had to hide from him."

"It was for the best."

I nodded. In those days he became a rather lonely and bored bee, Vector suggested that he go mingle with someone from his age group, namely me. At least that was his excuse when he buzzed into my workshop.

Cream interrupted my line of thought. "And this is one of his creations." I looked.

DANGER HIGH VOLTAGE

"The entire forest is circled with it."

We reached the fencing and the sign said it all. She let go of me, jumped and flew across, a beauty in the starry moonlit sky. But then I noticed something glimmer. A lot of things to say, they were beads of tears. Taking her lead I propelled myself to the other side as worry came over me.

"Cream, are you ok?"

She couldn't face me and she trembled. I assumed everything began to get to her and she ran to me. I was trapped in a bear hug.

"I'm sorry Tails, I just need someone to hold." And she cried and cried. All I could do was just stand still and comfort her, no words, and no sound.

When she finally composed herself, she let go and gave me a solemn smile as I did to. We walked, silence prevailed once more.

"We're here." She whispered. We stopped at the well-off part of the neighborhood. Wow. The house was very decent, painted with a neutral blue and a dash of some other color… the night sky faltered my ability to decipher color.

Ding Dong

I snapped back into reality. I didn't even notice Cream going to the door and ringing the bell. Slowly I closed in on her; I heard sounds from inside the house. The door opened.

Who the hell are you?

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And that's that. There'll be more on Chaotix and Sonic in the next chapters.