A/N: Before we begin, let me clear some things up. I had to warp the timeline of the Sonic games to let this fic work the way I wanted it to. This pre-history to this story goes as following: Sonic saves Amy, and eventually develops a romantic relationship with her. Cue the events of Sonic 2. Then cue the concept of Sonic 3, where this novella starts up.

Also, this story is assuming that Sonic was always a resident of Station Square, ala Sonic Adventure. Since Amy is dating Sonic, she lives in Station Square too. While this all may seem confusing, I swear it will make a lot more sense when you get to reading.

For those of you who are looking for Woman, I'll be getting to that soon (hopefully). The later chapters are especially hard for me to make up, mostly because I don't know which pairing to swing. Although this, too, is Sonic x Amy x Knux, I already have a definite ending in mind.

Aiight, aiight! Get to reading. I promise this wont dissapoint. (I hope, anyway)

Cue Sonic 3. And don't forget, as always, to review.


"i'm the sheik of araby / your love belongs to mine / at night while you're alseep / into your tent i will creep--"

the sheik of araby

"Sonic, please!" Amy Rose begged, pulling fiercely on his arm. "Don't go!" The blue hedgehog tried his best to ignore her, half-dragging her outside of his workshop. He jerkily made his way down the stone steps, his girlfriend wound tightly around him. He deliberately avoided her pleading gaze, instead looking around for her best friend and partner. "Hey, Tails! You ready?"

"Just a minute, Sonic!" came the fox's cheerful voice from the runway. The two-tailed pup was inspecting the colorful array gadgets that adorned their recently repaired Tornado, making one last minute check-up. Finally, he lifted his head, his face smeared with grease and oil. He was smiling. "Alright, she's ready for take-off!"

"SOOONIIIC!"

The spikey-haired hero rolled his eyes and held up two fingers, indicating he needed a moment of privacy. Annoyed, he turned around, dragging Amy Rose back behind the building, away from the curious child's eyes.

"Amy," Sonic said firmly, shaking the petite hedgehog from his arm. It felt weird and tingly as the circulation of blood returned to it. He surpressed a groan - he was probably going to sport a fantastic bruise later.

"Sonic," Amy returned, glaring. Her expression immediately softened, looking decidedly shaken. "Please Sonic, I-"

"I thought my compulsive hero thing was apart of my charm," Sonic interrupted, waggling his eyebrows. "Remember?"

"Well.." the hedgehog looked sheepish. Sonic smiled, patting on her head dismissively, as if to say 'See?' She shook her head, stepping out from beneath the flat of his palm. "No, Sonic..." she said, more seriously. "I have a bad feeling about this..."

"Amy," Sonic said, shaking his head in disbelief. "You take your cards way too seriously."

His girlfriend bristled, clearly taking offense. "Sonic, will you listen to me for once? I really think you need to-"

"Amy," Sonic's voice was so sharp that the pink hedgehog started, looking up. "Don't you think THAT--" he gestured wildly behind him, toward the horizon, "is a little weird?"

Amy didn't have to look to know what he was talking about. There loomed the island, several miles off the coast of the beach, mysteriously suspended in the sky. Amy knew Sonic's reasoning for going out today - the very prescence of this previously unseen phenonom was very unsettling. As a well known protagonist, he had the responsibility of protecting the residents of Station Square as well as those abroad. Although the island itself hadn't done anything out of the ordinary since it had drifted out over the ocean, it was still raising some public concern. Sonic was just doing his civic duty.
"Sonic," Amy Rose said miserably, even though she knew it was no use.

"Amy, Amy, Amy," Sonic looped one arm easily over the smaller hedgehog's shoulders, pulling her close. "Listen, I'm not going out there to rage a war or nothing, okay? I'm just going a little potral run - see what's up. I promise I'll be home tonight. Besides," he gave her a wicked grin and produced one of the seven emeralds he had acquired during his last head-on collision with Robotnik. "I'm dying to test these babies out."

Amy sighed. She moved to turn away, but Sonic caught her under the chin, pulling her into a surprisingly tender kiss. When he drew back, she had flushed a bright red, panting heavily.

"Nice to see I still have that effect on you," he winked.

"I hate you!" She tried to shove him but he artfully dodged, laughing musically as he trotted away. She stumbled but caught her balance and he turned around, facing her as he walked backwards toward his bi-plane. "I'll take you out to dinner tonight!" Sonic called to her, with that same vivacious smile. "Does eight sound good to you?"

She nodded, cupping one hand along the side of her mouth to amplify her voice. "You promise?"

"I promise!"


Sonic broke his promise.

Amy Rose sat on the steps in front of Tails' workshop, trying to fight her rising panic. Four hours late, four hours late--should she be worried? Was she overreacting? Amy grimaced, jumping to her feet. She began to pace, trying to shake away the settling dread that was making its home in her stomach. While Sonic wasn't considered the most punctual of creatures, never before had he forgotten his plans completely. At most, she could recall him being a half an hour late.. but by Hyne, it was past midnight!

What if something happened?

Amy's eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip, struggling to hold back a flurry of tears. She pressed one clenched fist to her mouth, trying to regulate her breathing. Something was most definitely wrong, she decided grimly. She turned back toward the workshop, running up its steps and wrenching the door open before dissapearing inside.
Ten minutes later found Amy Rose easing one of Tails' prototype bi-planes out onto the runway. He had recently done a few test runs on it with Amy in the secondary seat. While she didn't frequent in the air with him as often as Sonic, he had been teaching her how to fly. Amy Rose pulled the pair of goggles down over her eyes. She just hoped that her limited knowledge of planes was enough.

She looked down at all the dials and switches, trying to register all the ones she knew. Fortunately, the plane wasn't suped up enough to give her trouble with recalling their individual purposes. She nodded, feeling a little safer. It wasn't like she hadn't done this before - she just hadn't done it before without supervision. Regardless, the prospect of flying solo seemed easy enough. Right?

Right. Amy fired the mammoth up, listening to the whine of the engine before it ascended to a full fledged roar. Wincing at the noise, she flipped all the switches necessary to get herself going, and then screamed as the plane suddenly shot off down the runway at over a hundred miles per hour.


Here we are, Amy thought uncomfortably as she circled overhead along the edge of the floating island. She didn't know what to expect from the looming behemoth landmass, but up close it was really quite unspectacular. There seemed to be nothing out the ordinary concerning it - despite its unique air suspension. Furthermore, there seemed to be no sign of a crash, or a struggle - but then again, there was no sign of Sonic's biplane either.

Not knowing what else to do, Amy took her own plane in for a landing. She did it relatively smoothly - though she almost crashed into a tree, temporarily blinded by the intense foliage that met her down below. Regardless, she escaped the somewhat harrowing experience unscathed, and pulled herself up and out of Tails' newest invention, smoothing out the wrinkles in her cherry-red dress.

Amy stood against the plane for a moment, listening quietly and trying to take in her surroundings. The island was completely silent, save the chirpings of crickets. If she closed her eyes, she felt like she was back in the Mystic Ruins - except there was something different in this air, something heavier, humidity maybe? The island was definitely tropical.

Amy fished out the napsack she had prepared back at the shed, producing one of two flashlights. She switched it on, causing a portion of the area to gratifyingly illuminate. She was surprised to find a pathway directly in her line of sight, parting through the dense trees and winding deeper towards what she presumed where the center of the island was. With Sonic in mind, she followed it.


Amy didn't know how long she had been walking, but she knew it had been for a while. Surprisingly, however, she hadn't grown disheartened with her lack of progress. Quite the contrary, actually - she had discovered two pairs of slightly triangular footprints, resembling the hightops her boyfriend and his friend liked to wear. They had been here, alright.

"Who knows?" Amy mumbled, mostly to herself. "Maybe they got lost.. or they're still exploring." The idea didn't seem too unlikely; Sonic liked to explore, and she could see how he could lose track of time in an island paradise like this. Maybe he came across something truly awe-inspiring - maybe there was treasure here, or ancient Aztec ruins left by a forgotten people, or... Amy's mind raced with the prospect. She was getting a little excited herself. Everywhere she turned she was met with something beautiful - all sorts of exotic plants and flowers decorated the vast landscape. She had wanted to pick some earlier, but decided against it in case they were poisonous or wanted to give her an ugly rash. After all, every rose had its thorn.
Amy Rose had to fight her way through a particular fierce patch of underground, nearly tripping on some vines. When she cleared it, however, she was met with the most amazing sight yet on her journey: a waterfall!

"Wow." For a moment, Amy stilled, completely captivated by the sight. She raised her flashlight, following its beam to the top of its crest. It was at least two hundred feet up, crashing down into its huge pool down below that stretched in a circular shape several meters wide. Down below Amy could hear the soft sounds of croaking frogs and other water-dwellers that inhabited the area. Amy Rose had never seen such a sight - only saw pictures of it in books in the library.

The idea of finding Sonic momentairly forgotten, Amy fell to her knees, peering into the water's crystalline depths. With the aid of her flashlight she saw her own captivated expression gazing back, smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. With her free hand she gently touched the top of the water, watching it ripple wonderously beneath her curious fingertips. That was when someone seized her by the throat, pitching her backwards with incredible force.

Amy cried out as she was thrown backwards, losing hold of her flashlight. It bounced and rolled and then suddenly sputtered out, causing the area to plummet into darkness. She heard the rustling sounds of something - some monster! - moving around her, everywhere and yet nowhere. Suddenly terrified out of her mind, Amy fearfully moved her hand around in the darkness, trying to find where the flashlight had rolled to.

"You," came a voice, painfully close. Amy Rose froze, her hand trembling along the itchy grass. "Intruder! What gives you the right to set foot on MY island?" It seemed to draw even more impossibly close to her, so close that she could feel its hot, sickly breath along her neck. "Pl-please, I--"

"Shut up," it hissed. "You came for HIM, didn't you? I should kill you."

"What--what are y-you--" Amy struggled with her words until she dissolved into hot, tragic tears. Suddenly her own flashlight flickered on, and she found herself face-to-face with her attacker.

He was unlike anything she had ever seen! Tall, taller then Sonic even, and the color of blood. He was looking down upon her angerily, flashlight aimed at her face. He had broad shoulders with sleek muscles, and long, fat dreadlocks that framed his contorted face. He looked powerful, and dangerous in stature - but it was his hands that frightened her the most; enormous, with two nasty looking barbs on the each of them, perfect for tearing her to shreds.

Amy whimpered.

The blood creature glared at her with such hatred that it was almost physically painful. Amy Rose closed her eyes, more tears spilling out from beneath her eyelashes. Her attacker still loomed, as if deliberating something.

"This is good," he murmured suddenly, in an husky, exotic accent. "In fact, this is perfect." Coming to a decision, he kicked her unkindly with one foot. "Get up."

Amy Rose gasped, moving one arm up to sheild her face from him. "Please don't hurt me! I--"

"I said get up," came his voice again, dangerously quiet. Then suddenly one of those monsterous fists grabbed her beneath the elbow, yanking her violently to her feet. Amy Rose teetered uneasily as he jostled her forward. "What's your name?" came his voice against her ear. It evoked strange goosebumps that she didn't like.

"A-Amy." What choice did she have?

"Well, Amy," he said, and she could feel the smirk. "You and I are going to have lots of fun tonight."


A/N: Positive, negative, or constructive feedback is both encouraged and welcomed. Should I continue? You decide!