My second sonamy!!! Hope you like!!!

She waited for him.

And waited for him.

And waited for him.

Nothing happened.

The cell was damp, dark, cold, and uninviting except for the out-of-place round white bed in the far corner of the room, untouched by her. Who sleeps while in prison? She didn't. Besides, she was waiting for him, her hero, to come and save her.

Just as she was losing hope, the sound of chains reached her ears and she arose and walked to the edge of the cell, eyes wide from days in complete darkness. The doctor's red blob of a figure shoved a wild and injured blue bundle of fluff and spines into the cell and closed it behind him. Her heart beat a million times a second.

Sonic the Hedgehog shook his fist at the retreating red figure and smoothed the other hand up the iron bars, possibly testing a way of escape. His eyes darted around until he discovered his cell mate.

"Sonic," she said softly.

"Amy?" Sonic cocked one ear in confusion, and then he bit his lip and growled deep in his throat. "Stupid, decked-out robot." His hand was pressed over his throat and his glove, Amy realized, was slowly turning red.

"Sonic!" She cried in alarm. "You're bleeding!"

Sonic turned to look at her, his cheeks turning slightly rosy. Was that a blush? Sonic almost never blushed, but it was cute when he did. Amy would've cooed at the cuteness if she hadn't been so concerned. "Don't worry, Amy." He grinned, eyes shining. "It's nothing." And, the other arm became exposed.

Amy cried out again as she saw the red bleeding gash on his shoulder going into his upper arm. So severe was the wound, in fact, that the fur surrounding it was tinged purple. "Please," Amy removed her gloves and bent to tear her silk slip, which she could do very easily. "Sit with me and I'll bandage you."

Sonic mumbled something about this being unnecessary, but really didn't want to add a bump on the head to his current problems, and therefore conceded. Amy could give out nasty concussions if she put her mind to it. "Now," Amy continued, attempting to tear her gloves. "I'll tie these together and…mmph!" The cotton was too tough for her and she huffed with impatience.

Sonic held out his free hand innocently. "Let me." Amy gave the gloves to him and watched with horror as he revealed what he'd been concealing. Blood from a large-what looked like a gunshot- wound on his neck oozed out in overwhelmingly dizzying amounts. Amy wondered why Sonic wasn't feeble with the blood loss by now as she observed him easily tear the twin gloves down the stitched lines. He presented them back to her, obviously pleased.

"We'll bandage your neck first," Amy concluded, "because you're losing the most blood from that wound. How you aren't dead, I don't know, but I'm glad that you aren't."

"Yes, mother," Sonic muttered affectionately, bowing his head slightly to the opposite side so Amy could easily bandage his neck. She did this by using her torn gloves as a cushion and then taking the bit of her slip and tying it overtop them. "I'm going to try not to tie this too tightly," she told him as she tied the final knot and tried to disguise most of the lace. "There. Is that too tight?"

Sonic took a deep breath and let it free. "It's all right. Do you think you could loosen it just a tad?"

Amy nodded and gave him a bit more room to breathe. "Better?"

Sonic sighed, leaning into her shoulder and making her blush. "Much. Thanks."

"Anytime," Amy breathed, quickly getting back to business. "This should suffice until we can get you home and give you some proper bandages."

"It's great." Sonic sat up again, predicting her next move by presenting his arm. "Here."

Amy shook her head, hiding her eyes with her quills (she'd long ago abandoned her headband, wanting the pink locks to cover her face more than ever), and set to bandaging his arm. Sonic tore his gloves, too, revealing the tan-furred hands at the end of his scrawny arms, so Amy could use them to the best of their ability. They turned out quite useful, even the one already stained with blood. When Amy was finished, both hedgies let forth a deep sigh and Amy looked longingly towards the bed.

"Tired?" Sonic mused sweetly, giving her his tan hand to hold in her own smaller and lighter tan ones.

Amy yawned delicately. "A little." She admitted. "The bed looks so inviting."

"Sleep, then." Sonic smiled, eyelids half closed over dreamy emerald centers. "I'll watch over ya."

Amy flicked his nose, as she often did when no one else was watching. "What about you? Won't you fall asleep?"

Sonic frowned. "I'm not tired. Who said anything about tired? The word does not describe me at all." His grin appeared again, his eyes getting softer and more irresistible.

Amy wanted to argue further, but Sonic's eyes, the eyes of the only one she adored completely, had taken on the appearance of diamonds, sparkling in the sunshine. Besides, she really was tired. Finally, she stood. "Very well." She decided. "I'll sleep." She staggered just a little out of exhaustion.

Automatically, Sonic caught her, carrying her over to the bed and tucking her safely inside it. She fell asleep once her head hit the pillows. Sonic smiled, feeling as elated as the hero who knows his people sleep easy under his eternal gaze. He was about to yawn himself and set up camp at the foot of the massive bed when a mocking voice brought his attention to the front of the cell.

"'Oh ho! Tucking in your girlfriend, I see!" It was Eggman. The obese bald man was twirling his mustache with one finger and occasionally stroking it. No sooner had Sonic turned around then right after he was right beside the doctor, looking through the bars up at him. A growl lingered in his throat.

Eggman appeared to hear and appraised him humorously. "Really, Sonic. I had no idea you were into wearing lace."

"Shut up!" Sonic snarled, baring his teeth. "If you wake her, I'll…"

"Save your speech, boy." Eggman interrupted. "I wouldn't say too much. I've beaten you for the first time in years with my newest robot and I intend to enjoy my victory. Unless you would like to add the deaths of two annoying rodents to my victory…" He snickered as Sonic gulped, stealing a glance at the sleeping Amy. "…don't push me."

Sonic glared intensely, his eyes burning like twin emerald flames, but said nothing. He couldn't care less about his own life, but Amy? She was something the world could not afford to lose. "Okay," he conceded at last, swallowing any sarcastic comments that had been on his tongue.

"Good boy." Eggman grinned, reaching his hand through the bars and petting Sonic on the top of his head. Sonic's ears moved slightly aside automatically when the hand touched him, but he felt burned by the touch. "Sweet dreams! I suppose I'll have to supply enough for two from now on." And he walked away down the hall, chuckling to himself. The bright lights went off after he walked past them, one by one until the whole place was dark.

Sonic retreated to where Amy slept, feeling the cold rush of air from the sudden darkness. The wings of bats and other nighttime creatures could be heard outside as Sonic settled down upon the bed, just at its foot where he could feel Amy's vibrations, waiting for his eyes to get used to the dark and for his tire to pass.

Amy began to shiver infinitesimally. Sonic panicked. Amy was cold! What should he do? Before he even knew what he was doing, he was laying on his side beside her, hugging her to him. She stopped shivering slightly, instead curling into this new warmth, and pushing her curves against his. Sonic held her to his warm chest and waited, sometimes resting his chin on her shoulder, for the daylight to come.

After what seemed like years, the orange light of dawn began to touch the black sky and Sonic quickly retreated to the far side of the room, flopping down onto the floor and pulling his knees up to his chest. He let forth a huge yawn and closed his eyes, allowing himself if not to sleep, then to rest, before Amy was fully awake.

"Mmmm," Amy mumbled, sitting up. Sonic, surprised in his half-unconscious state, jumped, almost hitting his head against the stone wall. Amy looked the dishelved male up and down before speaking. "You hugged me all night, didn't you?"

"Don't know what you're talking about," Sonic answered offhandedly, turning his head to face away from her and resting it upon his folded arms.

"I'm not stupid. Even in sleep, I can sense you." Amy answered hotly.

"Now you're just being absurd." Sonic yawned, stretching his legs and arms out as far as they would go.

"Am I really?" Amy hopped out of the bed and went to stand over the older blue hedgehog. "Or am I so absurd that what I'm saying is the truth?"

Sonic scratched behind one ear absently, looking up at her with the opposite green orb. "Nope. I'm pretty sure you're just plain absurd, Rosy." A grin spread across his face.

Amy crossed her arms over her chest and hmphed. Sonic rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and smoothed down the fur on his belly for a minute. Absolute silence reined until Sonic's ears caught a familiar sound. Amy flushed but didn't move a muscle.

"Hungry?" Sonic asked politely, transferring to his knees and sitting back on his heels.

Amy, still trying to be mad at him apparently, turned her face in further profile. Sonic reached his hand for her unprotected midsection and tickled lightly, forcing her to laugh. "Nice try, Rosy," he mused affectionately, "but I can understand the language of bellies perfectly, and yours is saying it wants breakfast."

Amy pulled away, still giggling, and faced Sonic head-on, her sea green eyes bright like two stars in the sky. Sonic was sprawled like a ragdoll thrown into a corner. His legs were spread out on either side of him, while one hand rested on his thigh and the other was thrown haphazardly over his own stomach. He smiled, inviting her to sit in the place he'd obviously designated for her.

Amy sighed, giving in at last, and went to sit between his legs. She leaned against his chest and Sonic let her, perhaps too tired to push her away. The silence reined until Amy lay her head over his heart. It beat beautifully; strong and fast and…wait a second. The pink hedgie pulled away and looked at him. Sonic cocked his head. "What?" He asked innocently. "Did I do something wrong?"

Amy turned around so her whole body was facing towards him and sighed. "Your stomach's growling, too." She told him.

Sonic shrugged. "It'll pass. I don't wanna eat yet."

"You're going to need it, Sonic. You've lost a lot of blood."

This was true, and Sonic could feel it in the way that, after she said it, he began to feel dizzy and in fact quite nauseous. And the fact that he hadn't slept probably didn't help matters. "Well, I can ignore my hunger." He answered proudly. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll drink something soon. But," and he wrapped his arms gently around her middle, pulling her closer, "I think yours is the more urgent need. I've only been here for…not even a day. And, you've been here…"

"Three," Amy told him, blushing at the contact.

"Three." Sonic bit his lip, his eyes downcast. "Three days I wasn't able to save you."

"It's okay, Sonic." Amy whispered, a hand caressing his cheek. "You did fine. Please don't worry yourself to skin and bones."

"You should say "skin and bones", Red." Sonic had a serious tone despite the pet name.

Amy sighed. Now she'd done it. She couldn't understand why Sonic was so worried about her all of a sudden. The hug that night, his fussing over this, insisting that he take care of her first…it was like he was taking heroism to a new extreme. And…it worried her deeply. "Sonic." She breathed, stroking an area behind his neck and very close to his spine. It was an area that she knew, for whatever reason, instantly made Sonic relax. True, for his weight fell on her hand in a minute, and he let out a long sigh, the eyelids closing over the gorgeous orbs. "I don't know why you're worrying so much, but please don't. I'm fine. A little hungry, I'll admit, but just fine. As I've always been." She smiled. "Stop being selfless and learn to care about yourself."

A deep purr rumbled in Sonic's throat and…was his tail swishing back and forth in pleasure?! Sonic had never acted this way…at least, not towards her. Amy blushed suddenly and pulled away. But, the blue hedgie was faster and he grabbed her around the waist, standing with her. She could feel his legs trembling under his weight, probably from blood loss, for he shouldn't be starved yet, and felt sorry for him. At least she was only hungry; he was injured deeply, with a wound that could last quite a long time. "How can I stop being selfless?" He questioned with a soft laugh. "I'm the older one, and the hero. Don't you understand what that means?" He didn't wait for her answer; instead he turned her around to face him. "Amy." The eyes were stern now. "I'd take care of you till the end. Even if I die, I won't ever let you die. That's what heroes do, you know."

Amy sighed. "You're too much of a hero, Sonic."

"Thank you." Sonic answered pleasantly. His stomach growled louder and Amy giggled, pulling closer to him.

"How long this time?" She teased.

"Three days and a half," Sonic muttered reluctantly.

"Why?"

"I was worried about you. Stupid HQ. They wouldn't let me go after you right away, they made me stay put for a day, then sent Knux to fight me on the second, and I got here on the third. I was trying to get past that God-forsaken robot…"

"You beat up Knuckles?!" Amy questioned in alarm.

"More like he beat up me." Sonic rubbed his other arm, where, Amy could see now, a purple bruise was hidden under the blue fur. "But, I'm faster. Always have been. So, I ran away." He shrugged.

"Aw," Amy hugged him to her chest gently. "Sonic, you shouldn't have gone through all this just to save me." Someone you don't even love.

Sonic was about to respond when a robot clanked down the hallway. Sonic's nose, better than Amy's by a few feet, smelled the food automatically. He felt his tongue cross his lips. Amy smelled it son afterwards and grew heavy in his arms. "Pancakes," the two mused dreamily at the same time.

Suddenly, Sonic shook his head of the daydream, holding Amy tightly to him as the robot wheeled the cart with a large silver platter into the far corner of the room. The robot spoke with the voice of the evil doctor. "Enjoy your feast!" And then it proceeded to clank away down the hall.

"Wait, Amy," Sonic cautioned, pulling her back against him. "We've no idea if it's actually safe to eat." He sighed. "I'll have to taste it first." Slowly, he let go of Amy. "Stay here." He commanded, slowly walking towards the food.

The closer he got to it, the more tantalizing the smell became. His stomach growled and his throat clenched up just a little. He bit his lip to keep from groaning aloud, and opened the silver top on the tray.

And oh my God was there ever a lot of food! Not only pancakes, by the dozen stacked in huge piles, but bacon and eggs and toast, all steaming and ready to be eaten. Sonic licked his lips and forked a piece of pancake, sniffing it before devouring it whole without chewing too much. Mmmm. It was warm as it slipped down his throat and thudded into his empty stomach. The first bite of food in three days is the best, or so Sonic thought right now. He almost forked another, but then remembered what he was really here to do. Reluctantly, he turned from the too-delightful-to-be-real pancakes and took a bite each of toast, eggs, and bacon, trying to leave as much for Amy as possible. Finally, his stomach still grumbling angrily for more food, he stepped aside. "It's okay," he told Amy. "It isn't poisoned."

He tried not to watch Amy rush forward and then devour desperately the food that lay before her. He turned away and flopped down onto the bed, bouncing up again as he hit the springs. When he lay flat, he closed his eyes and stretched out, hands behind his head and tried to relax. This was the only time he would get to sleep, but he wasn't relaxed enough to sleep right this second. He groaned quietly as his stomach rumbled, seemingly emptier than before. It begged him to eat more pancakes, to stuff more bacon into his mouth, to feed upon the soft yellow eggs…and the feeling was unbearable.

Sonic's fists clenched and he turned over onto his stomach in frustration, closing his eyes and forcing himself to rest. Of course, his dreams showed him no mercy. They showed him mountains of chili dogs, all steamy and warm and fat, waiting to be devoured, and fountains of sodas waiting to be drank (for he was also thirsty and had tasted the orange juice which would have to suffice for now). He almost cried when Amy shook him awake and he found that there was none left.

"Hi, Sonic." At least Amy looked better. Her eyes were brighter, and the curves that formed her body were getting more robust. Another feast like that and she'd be perfect. Sonic sighed deeply, wishing he could've had some of the feast that she still smelled like. Finding that he couldn't find it in him right now to be pleasant, he frowned and sped away to the front of the cell, where the blinding lights from overhead streamed into the cell curiously.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked, going to stand beside him.

"Tired, I guess," Sonic answered, staring into space and crossing his arms moodily over his chest.

"You could've eaten more than that, you know," Amy protested, wrapping her arms around his middle gently and hugging him.

"Watch my back spines," Sonic murmured. "They're deadly."

"Never to me." Amy answered.

Sonic felt his spines stiffen as Amy's warm body, and the scent that came with her, flooded his nose. "Please, Amy," he moaned, suddenly feeling very ill. "Please, just this once, let go of me."

Amy released at his polite tone of voice and the blue male fell to the ground, leaning up against the bars of the cell. "What's wrong?!" Amy repeated, this time sounding more alarmed.

"Stop, Amy!" Sonic held his hand up. "I'm…not feeling well. Don't come any closer, please. I don't feel very controlled," he admitted softly, curling up into himself as his insides churned angrily. He was too tired, he supposed. The blood loss was making him crazy, and of course this new sickness was helping it. Or…was he simply stir-crazy? Could he already be wanting to get out of here? Or…had the food really been poisoned after all? Sonic groaned and spit up in the corridor.

"Yuck!" Amy exclaimed, retreating from his side almost faster than he could run. She was secretly concerned for him, but also made nauseous from the vomit. "Sonic, are you okay?"

Sonic sighed deeply, resting his aching body against the cold wall. "I…I think so, Amy." He answered. "I think I'm just getting a little claustrophobic, that's all."

"Maybe you should sleep." She suggested.

Sonic smoothed his quills down. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea." The blue hedgehog crawled into the soft bed, with Amy close behind him, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

END OF PARTE ONE!!!