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Prompt:

Before Amy could even take her self-discovery trip and share the story of love that even trumps time itself… her car broke down.

Sitting on the side of the road, she was texting the girls, telling them the trip just wasn’t happening today.

That virtual-scape had done a number on her in many ways… the Koco’s story never left her mind… and all of a sudden… her favorite flower had changed, too.

She started noticing them… more often.

She reached out to a magnazine with an article she had written up about the experience and her own personal thoughts, but that backfired… serverely.

Many were calling her view of love to be ‘foolish’, ‘idealistic’, ‘too traditional’. “what does that even mean!?” She frustratedly rose her shoulders up with her hands gesturing out, looking back at the phone at all the reviews it had gotten.

“I should have never let them take my photo…” she lowered the phone a bit… before hitting the button to turn the screen off… for now.

She put it against the side of the car and leaned back to let her head rest against the dead machine… “… I bet Sonic never has to deal with breakdowns…” Her eyes watered up. “I bet… his little engine just keeps on going… never ending… never wavering… in what he knows is right.” she rubbed her eyes with her arm, before… her strength gave and she slid down the side of the car.

“What am I even doing here?” She began to cry, sobbing into her glove as the other hand’s back rested against the ground with little to no energy left to hold the phone anymore. She just cried… it felt somewhat good to do so… She had wondered what the rain on that island felt like… the one Sonic had experienced while she was all… digitlized.

She looked at her hand over her eyes… solid, not glitching in or out.

“Am I…” she started, getting emotionally caught up again against her better judgement, and feeling the weight of her words buldge at her throat and block themselves from escaping, somewhat. As though… the greatness of those words kept expanding… Before she finaly pushed them out of her mouth to bring her breath back from being obstructed, “Am I even meant to tell the story… of never-ending love..?” She began to doubt her feelings for Sonic, his feelings towards her… She could remember him holding her back from trying to warn the Koco that it wasn’t safe, but she kept pressing on… she didn’t care about danger or stupid reviews online… she just wanted to be with him.

“Am I… being selfish?” That sunk deep into her being.

“Of course not.” she told herself, moving her three bangs up and sniffling towards her raised arm. “I’m just hopeless… without Sonic… without love… Who even am I?”

“Well, last time I checked-”

She gasped at the familiar voice, turning around.

“You were Amy Rose, right?” Sonic smirked as he wagged a knowing finger out from behind the car. “Tails called,” he held up another phone. “And no, this isn’t my phone.” He chuckled, “No numbers here to grab, I’m afraid.”

“Sonic…” she breathed out, her eyes bending in absolute relief at seeing him.

But then…

She looked at herself, sitting on the ground like a hopeless romantic and idealistic wanna-be of Romeo and Juliet.

She patted her face and got up, speedily. “W-what… well, good. I’m glad.” she smiled to him before turning her face away, looking up and blinking her eyes fast, “Whooo…” she lightly whispered, trying to get her emotions under control while Sonic watched her with a knowing look in his eyes, but just happily started to move under the car.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, which immediately led her to stop pacing away and drop the act that she was tough and okay. She turned her head back to him, wishing with all her might he’d just… act like she needed him again.

“You could give me a hug if you already knew.” she had spoken it all out loud, like a… well, she wasn’t an idiot, but maybe like a crazy person. “How long were you here..?”

“The whole nine yards.. ow!” From under the car, Sonic’s hand appeared out and flicked itself, “Darn bolts and gears…” He muttered to himself and tucked the hand back under. “You got any tools in there, by chance?” He pointed to the trunk.

“O-oh, yeah.” she started to open the back, “You’re… You’re really able to fix it?” she asked, getting it out and closing the back as she looked to where the hand once appeared, having seen him slip under as though going down a slide… he was goofy like that.

“Should be. I made a plane, after all.” Sonic reminded her that Tails’s biplane was originally his own, and she ‘Ah’d in rememberance and nodded, relieved it didn’t seem the car was too badly broken.

Her pride… on the other hand…

“Here you go.” she placed the red toolbox down beside him.

“No, nah, nah, stop. I need ya to hand them to me.” He waved out a hand and then did the universal sign with his fingers for ‘gimmie gimmie’ by crunching them up a few times. “Tinkering takes time. Let’s fix this mess. Ummm… first tool I need. Repentance.” he joked.

She laughed, “Oh brother, I forgive you for making me wait so long.” she rolled her eyes, opening the tool box.

He snickered, “I meant for thinking you could change the world all on your own.”

She paused… her eyes widening slightly.

“… Nah, you need a good helping hand for that. Kinda like how I can’t fix this car without you, Amy. … Also, screwdriver, wrench, and crowbar, please.”

She just… handed him the tools, but afterwards, he took her hand, “Come on down here, I wanna show you something.”

She wasn’t used to Sonic giving her ‘life lessons’ but something in her got excited that he was even trying to!

She didn’t hesitate at all, she just moved under the car and laid beside him as he was fiddling with the pipes under the car. “Sorry, it’s a bit grummy under here.” he showed her his hands were covered in black, and she giggled slightly.

“Is that why it’s a man’s job? Cause we like our gloves clean?” she joked.

“Heh, no one can keep their hands perfectly clean.” he started to tighten something up, “There we go, that’s what we were looking for.”

“Really?” She asked as he gritted against the turning cog.

“Uh-huh.” He confirmed, “You see… sometimes, screws get loose, cogs need tightening,… gas leaks out and we lose all motivation to go on.” He continued his work as Amy stopped watching his hands and looked towards his face.

“You do everything you can, but there’s rocks on the road ahead. And there are many roads, and the maps aren’t always made in stone-Ow! Emmm…” He glared at his finger, apparently, getting squeezed in on something and flicked it a few times like before, what she saw when he stuck his hand out from the under the vechile. “We have tires, but they wear out and need replacing. We have ideas and goals in mind… but every now and then, we find ourselves stuck on the side of the road, in the middle of a forest, with a bunch of crappy signals we desperately cling to just to read bad comments about ourselves.”

She remained silent, her lip a tight line, her hands coming together, but everything in her heart was clinging to his words… desperately… wanting an answer…

“Life is never an easy road, Amy. Changing and growing… learning about ourselves, what are ideals are, and trying to inspire others will always take-YEOW! Mother Earth!” He bit the side of his hand, having hurt his finger again. “Hammer.” he held out his hand to her.

“The tools are-” she reached up… before realizing what he meant. “Oh.” she summoned her Piko Piko Hammer.

He took a quick glance at it and then looked back to where he was working, “Smaller.”

She re-summoned it.

Another quick glance before looking away.

“Smaller.”

“Oh, come on.” she made it bit-sized and he took it, angling it just right…

“Annnnndd…” he turned it in his hand. “There!” he gave it a light tap and the knob went right into place super fast. “Lickeysplit.” he chuckled, then held out the hammer for her, “We need help. We need people. If we look outside ourselves, we tend to the find the answers deep within… LIke within this bucket of bolts!” he elbowed the car, letting out a gust of air. “If you really want to find yourself, discover more about love, and figure out your course Amy… You can’t just tough it out and cry alone.” he turned the hammer around with a bit of manipulation of his fingers in one hand and then let her take it.

“I do want to hear all about it.” He interwined his fingers and let them rest on his belly, looking to her, “Doesn’t mean we have to be that far apart, though… right?”

She had been so worried… so worried that her experience of self-discovery and action would pull her away from what she loved and cared about most…

She wrapped her arms around him and he rested his head to return the hug, before they both climbed out from under the car.

“It’ll run alright now.” he tapped the side of the vechile, as Amy crawled out and he stood up straight. “Hand.” he stated, as though still asking for a tool.

She smiled, “In hand.” she gave him hers and helped her up from the ground.

They stared at one another for a moment, both smiling with the rays of a glowing admiration and ‘liking’ in each of them… before Sonic let go of her hand, “Eh-heh, well, you um-” he cleared his throat, then coughed cause the black stuff was still on it, and now just got into his lungs. He hacked a second as he spoke, “G-Going back on the-” he coughed, “R-road? Ehem.” he pounded his chest a moment, but felt a little nervous all of a sudden… why was that?

“O-oh, yeah.” she looked to the car… then rubbed her arm. “I think… I think I can now… run alright, too. Hmm.” she blushed with a cute affirmation that she understood what he meant. With another hug, she quickly rushed to the driver’s side. “Bye, Sonic! I’ll tell the girls to meet me soon, that the trip is back on!” she waved him a cute and energetic farewell, “And I’ll be sure to tell you all about what I find out and learn, wait for-!” she stopped a second, realizing what she was about to say.

As though Sonic was waiting for that, he stepped aside and into the forest a bit, putting his hands on his hips, smiling as he remained respectful…

‘It’s your call, Amy…’ he said in his mind, but his words rang true from his heart to his eyes… which she could clearly read now.

Her hand was out on the door,… not having closed it yet as she had already entered the vechile.., one hand on the wheel.

“… Wai…” she realized… this was her asking him to wait on her love.

He folded his arms slowly… softly… still waiting for her to officially say it…

‘You decide your own course.’ he took deep, mediative breaths.

She was asking him to let her go… to not help any further than this from now on.

“… Wait for-” she teared up, “Me.” she stated, “The ‘Me’ I want to be… and will be. For love,… and all that comes with it.” She nodded, though her strength was depleted after that.

He nodded, being serious about this ‘technical farewell.’.

“Till the long time we see each other again… Amy.” He rose his head up.

She said it.

She was free of her crush, she could go where she pleased…

But she covered her mouth and sobbed as she turned on the car and didn’t look back, driving away.

“I will always love you… Sonic The Hedgehog…” she looked in the rearview mirror, as he never stepped back on the road… but remained on the side near the forest…

He lowered his head down.

Then the rain came…

And he looked up slightly, smiling.

“I… really wished I could have shared an umbrella with you, then… Amy Rose.” he gazed up at the storm clouds as Amy continued to sob as she drove on in her newly enriched spirit and fixed-up car.

“… I really wish… I could have told you sooner.” he closed his eyes, at peace.

She’d be back… and with one heck of an adventure to tell!

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