Sonic the Hedgehog
"Paperback Writer"
By Lucky_Ladybug

I smiled as I typed the final sentence into the WordPerfect document on my computer. Perfect! Another hurt/comfort story featuring Nack the Weasel (ahhh, my personal fave!) was finished.

"Now, to upload to," I said grandly to my Poodle, Daphne.

Suddenly the front door flew open, just as my fingers were poised above the keyboard, ready to type out the web URL I wanted.

Both of us whirled around. Nack stood in the doorway, and he didn't look very happy.

"Hold it right there, little missy!" Nack yelled, pointing his forefinger at me.

I grinned. Here we go again, I thought. Out loud, I said, "Why, Nack, I'm so glad to see you! I wasn't expecting you today."

"Well, I know what you're up to!" Nack replied, coming over to the computer. "Finished a new story, eh?" He looked over my shoulder at the last few paragraphs of the story. "What is it with you?" he exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, reaching over to stroke Nack's soft lavender fur.

"This whole hurt/comfort thing!" Nack snapped. "What is it with these fan fiction writers??! You know, missy, in half the stories I'm treated as a nutso psychopath, and in the other half, I'm being knocked all about!!"

I hid a smile. "Sorry, Nack. You know I just can't help it. Besides, you did tell me that most of the things I've written about have happened to you at some point or another—the amnesia, the knocks on the head, the explosion that nearly killed you—did you not?"

"Yeah, missy, but the key word here is *most*," Nack replied. "You've taken some dramatic license!"

"Well . . . maybe a little," I conceded. "But not that much."

"What is this obsession with torturing me?" Nack demanded.

I stood up from the computer and came around to Nack. "Oh, I don't know why I do it," I cooed, pulling him into an embrace. "But I only do it in the fanfiction stories."

"I don't know about that," Nack muttered. "It can be torture reading about you torturing me!"

I had to laugh. "I would be very upset if anything really happened to you, Nackie," I replied. I could almost hear Nack thinking, "I wonder!"

"If anyone hurt you, you know I'd be right there, ready to smack them one!" I said softly, kissing him on the nose.

"Oh, alright, go ahead and post your durned story," Nack relented.

Daphne climbed up on the chair and grabbed the mouse, clicking the "Upload Story" story button.

Nack sighed. "Why am I such a softie? And why did I let you, of all people, see my soft side?"

I smiled. "Because we have so much in common. You didn't have to show me, Nack. I knew it was there. I could see it."

Nack sighed again, shaking his head as the computer beeped to tell us the story had been uploaded safely.