Lovers Serenade: Hiatus

by Deliverer

14. There was a reason he stood such careful guard over the Master Emerald. There was a reason he would give his life in a heartbeat to protect it. Because it contained the spirit of someone who meant so much to him. She knew her life was in his hands, and she trusted him to the fullest. Never would she trust another more than him; never.

12. Honor Amongst Thieves

Sonic One Shots

Honour Amongst Thieves

It was an unwritten code. It stretched as far as the east was from the west. Most would live and die by it. Was he one? He wasn't sure anymore. Once he had been certain. He never bought it. He was the rebel. As far as he had been concerned, it was every thief, treasure, and bounty hunter for themselves. Then there had come her. Great minds think alike, so he'd always believed. She'd proven it a thousand times over in her dealings with him. A jewel store, a sacred treasure, a bank, she would be there. Whether before or after him didn't matter. She would be there. And if he was beaten to the punch, he knew exactly who had won. Her style was ingrained in his head like a brand. He knew her calling cards, he knew her preferences, oh how well he knew. And if they saw each other just as one was leaving… There would be that one moment. That one instance where everything would stop and fade from their minds as they met each other's gazes. Then, as they came back to the present, there would be a silent nod, as if to say well played. A compliment. And they'd let each other go. Neither would follow the other. Honour amongst thieves. Neither would rat the other out. Honour amongst thieves. So did he work by the code? Yes. Sometimes. When it applied to Rouge.

It was as if they read each other's minds. So many places she'd go to. So many things she'd steal, rob. So many times Fang was already there. It was those times that stopped her cold in her tracks. It was at those times that she was forced to realize, to admit, that she wasn't the greatest thing on two legs. There were others. Least of which certainly wasn't the bounty hunter she so often came across. No. He was good. Very, very, good. Nack had unarguable skill. He had talents befitting the best of them. He had talents rivalling even hers. And few could ever boast such a thing. She had never been one for Honour amongst thieves. She couldn't be bothered. She would betray those who were in her way. As long as it benefitted her she'd betray them. Then he had come along, and she'd been hit with a cold, harsh, reality. She was wrong. There were times it would have benefitted her in every way to give him up. She never did it. There were moments when they'd meet each other's eyes, and they would know that they had each other under a spell. A spell that dragged the two rebels back down to that time honoured code. Honour amongst thieves. And you know what? She found she didn't mind. And through those moments, she knew neither did he.

Fang/Nack Rouge (?Rang/FangRouge/Naouge/Fouge?)