A/N: I didn't specify Omega's species here, but I imagined him as something with fangs... Maybe a badger or a hyena. I hope I didn't make him too OOC...
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Everything related to Sonic the Hedgehog (c) SEGA/Sonic Team.
Omega is insane.
Well, Shadow supposes he is also a little insane - just a little bit, and he has legitimate reasons for that. Had his home and family torn apart before his eyes; had his head screwed around by his own grandfather, and there is the fact he is part of a demonic alien race that is now possibly extinct because of him. Put it together like that and Shadow is at a wonder that he has made it this far, with the help of the most unlikeliest of people - an annoyingly jovial hedgehog and his gang of misfits, and a jewel-thieving bat.
But Omega is plain insane. Shadow can't say why - he just is, and very irritatingly so. Always barrelling into battles without so much of a strategy, grinning that maniacal fanged grin of his as he recklessly shoots whatever the hell he wants seemingly with hopes it will hit something. Perhaps it is due to Eggman tweaking Omega's brain, but how much of it was influenced by the mad man's meddling and Omega simply being who he is? He is brash, temperamental and thoughtless, the latter shining especially through in their latest mission: Omega had bodily shielded Shadow from a self-destructing Eggpawn that Shadow had entirely knew was coming. He could have avoided it easily; his dizziness due to blood loss didn't impair his combat performance at all.
It is almost like seeing Maria dying for the second time, the feeling that constricted his chest just as bad. He doubts he is going to forget Omega's battered body anytime soon.
"You're insane," says Shadow in exasperation and slight disbelief.
From the hospital bed Omega looks at him curiously with an optic (the other needed repairing, as with most of his robotic parts). "Am I?"
"Yes."
"I do not understand," says Omega, smiling vaguely. "When will they let me off? I miss my left arm already." He cradles his stubby left robot arm with his good, albeit bandaged right hand, looking at it with a frown.
"In a week, maybe ten days." Omega audibly groans. "They want to make sure you're completely healed before they let you go," explains Shadow. He sighs and reclines back into his chair, crossing his arms, shaking his head. "You are insane," he repeats, but quieter.
"...But you would not have me any other way?"
"...Not really. It will save me a lot of heart attacks."
"You have never had a heart attack," states Omega. He reaches out for Shadow.
"You are impossible." Shadow gently grasps Omega's hand with both of his own, bringing it up just a breath away from his lips. He rubs the knuckles with his thumbs. But I love you anyway. "But it wouldn't be the same if you change, but practise caution next time. It'll really do my psyche good."