Me and You Together Chapter TwoChapter TwoMe and You Together Chapter Two by iammemyself
When he opened his eyes again he was lying in bed. It was very dark. His head hurt a lot and he felt kind of shaky. But he really didn't like staying in bed, doing nothing, so he got up and went downstairs, not knowing what time it was.
Rosemary was sitting in the living room with Tails in her arms, stroking his little head rhythmically. She was reading a book on her lap. Every once in a while Tails would look over at the book, trying to read it from his position, but his mother would put a hand behind his head and tu ell him, "Ssh," and he would go back to trying to sleep.
"Hey," said Sonic, coming down the stairs.
"Are you feeling better?" asked Rosemary, closing her book. Tails turned his head to look at Sonic. Sonic could tell he was very, very tired.
"You fainted," said Rosemary, looking at Sonic with concern. "Oh," said Sonic. "I don't know why that happened."
"You must have lost quite a lot of blood the other day," Rosemary said. "That could have cau
One and the Same Chapter OneSonic and Tails: One and the SameOne and the Same Chapter One by iammemyself
I don't know when everything changed. It's not like I woke up one day and felt the difference. No. But I wish I had.
How do I break it to him?
He's been asking me if I want to do things all week. I keep saying no. He just looks at me with confusion, and then runs off.
I can't say that.
That won't solve it.
He likes it that I'm older now. That I can do all the things he's always done. Now he asks to spend time with me, instead of the other way around. Once, that would have made my day, my week. Now it just annoys me. I don't want to run in circles, thanks. That doesn't interest me. I don't really care about this tree or that kind of flower, like you do. I know you appreciate natural beauty, but I don't. Not anymore. I like machines.
And besides, when was the last time you helped me build anything.
But no, that's not the point. The point is, I have to tell him. Before it gets worse.
I didn't want to d
One and the Same Chapter 2Sonic and Tails: One and the SameOne and the Same Chapter 2 by iammemyself
I feel nothing.
Like I've touched the socket with wet hands again, and jolted myself like a two-year old who doesn't know any better.
Sonic is dead.
That's not right.
Sonic's not dead.
A world without Sonic?
He made too much of a difference not to exist anymore.
Then who was that?
Who was that, lying on Sonic'sbedwearingSonic'sshoesSonic'sglovesandlookingjustlikeSonicohGoditwasSonic.
I killed Sonic.
Because I tried to.
Why did I do that?
Why did I say those things?
I didn't mean them.
Yes I did.
But I did.
Why wouldn't I let him talk to me?
Why wouldn't I let him in?
There's a knock.
I look up, feeling heavy, waterlogged as I drown in my confusion, anger, sadness.
Why is he here?
"Hello," says Dr. Eggman.
"What do you want?"
"I want to know if it's true."
"Of course it's true."
He walks over. His boots leave imprints in the carpet. I stare at them
One and the Same Chapter 3Sonic and Tails: One and the SameOne and the Same Chapter 3 by iammemyself
The first thing I think of is the most obvious.
God, he's like a tornado. I feel like I'm in the eye of a hurricane, watching the wind swirl around me, helpless in its clutches. But the same rage that made me stand directs my eyes to find him in the whirlwind, the solid streak of blue that I can catch.
But so am I.
I rush at him.
We crash to the ground, and I wonder how he manages to fight anybody. His legs are gangly, awkward, made long and lean by putting endless miles behind them. And yet he has perfect control over them, bringing them up to smash me out of his way, send me into the air so he can dash at me again. That is what he tries to do.
That's not what he does.
I can fly.
I come at him from the sky, and he does not expect it. I press him into the ground, his skinny shoulders captive beneath my hands as I snarl in his face.
He just stares a
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