In celebration of the new year, here is a new story! Not sure If I'll actually finish this fic. But I wrote a rough copy sometime ago and this is the final copy. This story is a continuation of after the game where Silver and Blaze made their debut. (I can't remember the title) Also I got up to Blaze's death and stopped so I don't know the actual end. I figure that Blaze remains dead long after tho. This is Silvaze but it also features tidbits of other couples (ex. SonAmy) so ummm... give me some feedback and I might actually finish this.

Blaze's P.O.V.

I... I feel so warm. I opened my eyes and saw exactly why. Flames burned bright and dazzling all around me. They kept me warm but I was still strangely cold inside. I couldn't rember why. I couldn't remember anything at the moment. I couldn't remember who I was. I couldn't remember my name. But worst of all, I couldn't remember the name of the dazzling silver flame that danced right in front of me. I felt connected to it. Like I should remember but couldn't. I touched it on an impulse. The strange fire swirled around my body. Soft and warm, protective even. I wanted to hold the flame longer. Watch it burn until I could remember. But the bright light that came flashing in told me that it was time to wake up.

I was still warm. I ached all over. A flourescent light swarmed in front of my eyes. Blinding me temporarily until my eyes adjusted. I was tucked into white sheets. There was IV taped to my arm. A window with bright pink and orange hydrangeas in a vase was to my right, to my left; a crisp, white curtain. A red flashing button was beeping wildly. It would be annoying but it amused me. I was somewhere that I knew. What was it called again? A facility? A facility of some sort. Yes, that's it. A facility for people who... who can't seem to remember anything. That was all I knew. So I guessed that was what it must be. It wasn't long until someone came running in.

"She's awake!" She said then kneeled beside me. "Hello Blaze. You've been a asleep for a very long time." She said simply. Blaze? Was that my name? Blaze... yes that seemed to ring a bell. My name was Blaze. Blaze... Blaze the... cat? Yes. Yes, my name was Blaze the cat! I could remember!

"Ummm... hello" I replied. I felt elated knowing who I was. I was thankful to this person for reminding me.

"Blaze, do you remember anything that happened to you?" She asked me. I thought about that. I soon realized that I couldn't remember anything else. Nothing more than the fire from earlier and... and the silver flame.

"No" I said, elated feeling gone. A frown etched into her face. Oh no, now I'd gone and made her upset. I should have lied. Stupid me! She sighed.

"I was afraid of that." She said.

"Doctor, I brought the chart you asked me for!" A young girl, well cat, rushed into the room. She had sunny yellow fur and a smile that made the corner of her eyes crinkle up. She had large blue eyes and short hair the color of her fur. She wore a simple nurses aid uniform and thick-soled white shoes. She had a little cap on her head with a red plus sign in the middle. She looked to be the same age as me. Now how old was I, again?

"Thank you Dandelion" said the doctor. Dandelion. I would remember that name. If I couldn't remember anything now, I would make certain to remember everything after this point. She turned to me.

"Hello!" Dandelion smiled at me. "So you're finally awake. Now I can meet you properly. I'm Dandelion the Cat. Your name is Blaze, right?"

"Yes" I smiled. I felt a pang as the silver flame danced once again danced behind my eyelids. Why couldn't I remember that name? It seemed important. Or at least it was to me. Nonethless, I put on my most dazzling smile. Maybe Dandelion knew who I was, who the silver flame was. Maybe she could help me.

The doctor whispered something in Dandelion's ear. It twitched then her eyes widened in shock. "What!? You can't remember anything!?" I shook my head. "Oh... I feel horrible even if I had nothing to do with it. Can't you remember at least one person? Someone who could help you get your memories back?" I shook my head again. The silver flames blazed brightly behind my eyelids. It blinded me once again; leaving me dizzy. I did know someone who could help. I just couldn't remember...

~...~

Silver's P.O.V

"Good luck, Silver..." Silver cringed as he saw Blaze's ghost dissapear in the sunshine. He never wanted to see sunshine again. Ever. Not when it took the most important person he ever knew away. He opened his eyes. He was in his bedroom. It was dawn, the sun just coming over the horizon. Silver drew the curtains shut. He preferred the dark anyway. Books, picture frames and other small items littered the floor. That had been happening alot lately. He must have been psychicly moving things in his sleep again. It had been happening since Blaze dissapeared. Since he saw her die over and over again in dreams every night. Silver vaguely remembered closing all of the curtains before going to sleep. Who had opened them? He walked out of his room and the scent of pancakes wafted to his nose. Amy and Sonic were in the kitchen, talking quietly. Amy must have drawn the curtains. He had been avoiding people so they came to check in on him often. Cream used to visit but he had started to scare her. Tails came sometimes too. He talked to Silver for hours but Silver couldn't ever focus on what he was saying. Not like he'd be able to understand if he had been listening anyway. Silver wasn't as tech savvy as Tails seemed to think he was. The logical one had been Blaze. He rushed into things without thinking. And as of late he didn't really care if it nearly killed him.

"Good morning Silver!" Amy said brightly. A smile plastered to her face. "We made some pancakes and figured you'd like some." Silver didn't want to eat. But if he didn't Sonic would rush him over to the hospital as he'd threatened many times and they'd force him to eat. So he sat down and ate the pancakes. He told Amy they were delicious and flashed a smile but in reality they had tasted very much like cardboard to him. But evrything had started to taste like cardboard so this was nothing new.

"So me and Amy have been thinking that maybe you should go see Shadow." Sonic said folding his hands over the table.

"Why?" Silver replied.

"He knows how to deal with stuff like this. He could help you." Said Amy.

"I don't need any help. Thank you for being concerned though." Silver said dryly.

"Well umm..." Sonic scratched his head, not sure how to say it.

"You're turning into an antisocial, daredevil, photophobe!" Yelled Amy, standing. "You need to get help, Silver. You're scaring us."

"I'm not trying to" Silver tried to put emotion in his voice but there was none. He was hollow inside. No rage, no anger. There was definetly no hapiness. There wasn't any fire inside him either.

"We know that. But still, you should talk to him." Sonic reasoned. Now they were scaring Silver. Sonic was being logical? Silver almost expected the world to explode in the next second.

"I'm fine. You guys said it yourselves; I'm just grieving." Silver tried.

"For three months!?" Amy asked incredulous. Silver gave up. He didn't have the energy to argue with her. Silver sighed, defeated.

"Fine. I'll talk to him." Silver said dejectedly. He utterly hoped that Shadow would do the talking and he could just space out, like with Tails.

Three hours later after a long lecture from Shadow about how he shouldn't feel guilty simply because Iblis liked Blaze's fiery heart had completely drained Silver. He had started looking forward to a nap despite knowing that Blaze would die again in his dreams. He walked into his bedroom and nearly tripped over a book. He realized that the mess from this morning was still there and started to pick it up and put things away. The books he was fine with but the photos bothered him. The one on top was Blaze and Silver as kids attempting to fish. Blaze was missing one of her front teeth and was wearing a pair of denim overalls. Silver was detangling a fishing hook from her hair. He put the pictures in their right places almost crying. He yawned and turned to his bed. Kicking off his boots he fell asleep.

This was a new dream. He was surrounded by darkness. Then a bright purple and orange streaked flame lit in front of him. The light was so intense Silver had to squint to make out the shape it was forming. The light dimmed and Blaze stood there dressed in a hospital gown, her feathery purple hair streamed behind her. He had almost forgotten what it looked like down. She looked frail but the place where her heart must be glowed like a miniature sun.

"Silver" she said, grinning. He had missed that smile. Silver felt joy spread through him for the first time in months.

"Blaze" Silver replied walking to her, arms extended. He enveloped her in his arms; her warmth spreading through him. She had been warm before but never like this. The light in her heart glowed brighter, pulsating in time with her heatbeat. He didn't care though. She was here.

"Silver, I don't have much time. Please, you have to find me."

"Find you? But you're right here" Silver disagreed.

"Ugh, you haven't changed much." She pushed him to arms length. "Listen to me. I'm alive. I didn't die. My spirit and body were separated. We were put back together recently, but, well something's wrong. I'm not me, well I guess I am but, I'm just the memories. That's how I found you."

"I don't really get it but, okay, I'll try." Silver said earnestly, still smiling like an idiot.

"You don't belive me" she frowned. "I'm still a part of you. We share memories. You're the only one I can trust with this."

"With what?"

"You'll see. I have to go. Please, actually look for me." Blaze said. They both burned white hot. Then Silver woke up. Now it was late, a half moon hung in the sky. Silver walked over to his mirror. He felt different; warmer, more powerful, but his reflection was same old Silver. But then somthing hit him. He remembered searching for him on a beach. He remebered accepting Iblis. He remebered swatting a six-year-old version of himself after he realized that he had a fishing hook in his hair...

Now he knew what Blaze meant. He had her memories. All of them. He still had his own, but if he tried hard enough he could remember things from Blaze's point of view as vividly as if they were his own. He looked down at himself and nearly jumped out of his skin. Where his heart was there wasn't soft silver fur like usual, but a dim light that pulsated in time with his heartbeats.