xx.d; Sorry, just lost all my information and now I have to write this all over again. I'm so annoyed.

x So there's a new story on my profile called Heist. Check it out if you're into Shadow and Rouge.

x This is supposed to be an overtly emotional chapter. I hope I achieved.

x Thought it was about time to give Wave another talent.

x Written with the help of the song Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars. Start playing it and press repeat! I didn't really realise how much this fit until I typed in the lyrics. Here's an amazing cover with a female voice; http : / www . youtube . com / watch ? v = N _ Q0KrTgOVI (just remove the spaces and enter ^.^)

x Thanks to fallout-boy97, cutelittlefreak, BlissofanAngel, Ultima, WelshScot, Ficfan412, LordCooler, The Guy in the Background and Exploder

Ficfan412- I'm sorry, I don't understand your prompt, what did you mean? You're going to need to evaluate.

Warning; There's an abstract form of Cosmo bashing in this chapter. Both metaphorical and physical.

Enjoi.

It's a Technician Thing

Arts III
Or
Talking to the Moon

His limbs were glue and jelly as he scrapes finger tips at his door to get inside, scraping worn boots and dirty worn tails across the floor. He's bushed and about to collapse, but he won't because he's too busy contemplating in the doorway, wondering about this and that, Cosmo and plants, Extreme Gear and Wave…

He lets out a tiny little moan, neck creaking in protest as he rolls the tired bone forwards and backwards like a rocking chair in an attempt to get it working again. Slipping his goggles down he cocks his extreme gear against the door and turns around, eyes sliding over a huge white circle and the tiny little pinpricks of diamonds littering the sky. His heart aches.

Why did he feel so heartsick? Why did he need to go home?

The answer was simple, but it eluded him because he was so unwilling to say it. So unsure about it. Friendships were treasured little things, so strong and yet so fragile. Able to break with three simple words really.

He didn't hate Wave. He could never hate Wave. Wave was… she was freedom. She was… was entertainment, his evening wind, his zephyr. She was light, she was sunshine. She was witty, and funny, and beautiful, intriguing and understanding and… and… his. His.

The fox brushed his fingers through his bangs and over his face, willing his blush to go away. He needed to get inside and-work on some gear or something. Whatever would take his mind of his deep contemplations? He was twelve. He didn't know anything about l-lo-

Lov…

Yeah… he didn't know anything.

What had he been thinking? He wasn't Sonic. He couldn't just leave his home and do nothing along the lines of packing. Three days into his little escapades and he was missing trivial stuff like TV, PS3, PC, CD's, pizza, coffee… company… he was so superficial.

Who was he kidding? He didn't want company! He wanted her company.

Before she'd come along he'd speak to 'the seed'. Wondering if somewhere in the galaxy Cosmo would hear him. But despite everything… what had he and Cosmo had in common? A sense of morality? Kind hearts, he'd once heard Shadow say. But that was when he was young, immature (more so than he was now), dependant. If he truly was different, then what did they have in common now?

She was special. He would at least admit that. But… if he really was as mature as he perceived himself to be then he should forgive Wave for what she had done right? Yeah… he would do that, right as soon as he took a nap.

He was dragging his nearly limp body into the garage when he caught site of her, illuminated by the pale moonlight as… as…

"I know you're somewhere out there,
Somewhere far away.
I want you back.
I want you back.

My neighbours think I'm crazy,
But they don't understand.
You're all I have.
You're all I have."

Where the hell did that come from?

He never knew that swallows were song birds, and here she was, belting out music that would just about make his heart melt.

"A night when the stars light up this room,
I sit by myself.
Talking to the mo-oo-on.
Trying to get to yo-oo-ou.

And hope you're on the other side,
Talking to me too.
Or am I a fool?
Who sits alone.
Talking to the moon."

I think… I think I might cry.

He should have really stopped her, but…

"I'm feelin' like I'm famous,
The talk of the town.
They say I've gone mad.
I've gone mad.

But they don't know what I know,
'Coz when the sun goes down.
Someone's talking back,
Yeah they're talking back.

"A night when the stars light up this room,
I sit by myself.
Talking to the mo-oo-on.
Trying to get to yo-oo-ou.

And hope you're on the other side,
Talking to me too.
Or am I a fool?
Who sits alone.
Talking to the moon."

He stepped forward and stumbled, immediately stopping her melodies as she flung forward to help him with a loud screech, "TAILS!"

She brought him in for a hug, not unlike that of a killer python. Hugging him with one arm before remembering why he was avoiding her in the first place, "I'm sorry for what I did. I never realised the plant was so important and I found a way to fix it for you!"

"How?" he asked sceptically, looking to the plant in the windowsill, "It was completely thrashed Wave, and the stem was almost completely ripped from the root."

She shrugged, raising her hands a bit and realised there was a brace around her right hand, "I went back to Gigan rocks and recovered something. Ancient Babylonian remedy, used for raising the dead. I tried some of it on a dead dog, it works," she affirmed, placing a small little vial in his hands.

He stared down at it for a few seconds, gently placing it onto his table. That vial was priceless… and she… and she risked her life to save a plant.

For me.

"And that's how you fractured your wrist? Isn't it."

Her eyes widened, large blue eyes illuminated by the moonlight. She hid her hand behind her, but the body language was enough to give Tails his answer.

"Nah…" he murmured, shaking his head.

"What but I-?" she protested, but he held up his hand.

"Don't get yourself hurt over… over stupid matters like this. Okay?"

They stared at each other for who knows how long, sky eyes locking as unnamed feelings and a raging intensity hung between them before she sighed and murmured, "How do I repay you then?"

You know what? I'll get over this.

It's time to move on right?

"Sing for me."