Breathing (Sticks x (OC) Fixer)

Requested by SonicBoomFan4000

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Today's robot was a big, bulky thing with arms like tree trunks, along with a side dish of mechanical tentacles swiping angrily at the ground. Sticks and Fixer had spent most of the battle so far by trying to avoid said tentacles, occasionally managing to land a hit whenever Fixer spotted a weak point or when Sticks got a good shot with her boomerang.

Jumping out of the way was getting annoying, though, and Sticks just wanted to finish the fight. She let out a yell, her boomerang lashing out at the robot before then flying back, and she jumped to catch it, hissing in frustration as she then had to jump again, and again, to avoid some more tentacles.

Seriously. The Doctor wasn't even getting anything out of this! …unless maybe he had robots attacking somewhere else. Though the rest of the gang could take care of that – right now Eggman and Fixer were Sticks' responsibilities…

And talking about Fixer – where was he?

Sticks flung her weapon at the robot once more, and took a quick look around her. The good news was that she saw Fixer. And the bad news was that he was currently taking a hit to the chest, flying a few yards and dropping like a sack of stones and was Sticks yelling or was it him screaming?

"Die!" She hissed, charging towards the robot ruthlessly, recklessly, and throwing her boomerang with all her might and fury- and glass broke, shattered, the Doctor yelping and starting to yell things like 'that's expensive! Do you have any idea- no! Please don't hit-'

-And Sticks promptly ignored him, spinning around and starting to run towards Fixer like her life depended on it. It didn't. But Fixer's might.

"Fixer!" She yelled, dropping down on her knees next to him, hands trailing over his chest, his throat, looking for a pulse… and then she decided that screw it – he isn't breathing! It's an emergency! And she leant down, trying to breathe life back into him through her mouth… pressing on his chest, looking for signs of life – a flutter of lashes, a cough… anything

And Eggman was still yelling in the background.

Sticks whipped around, screamed a, "Shut up!" at him, and why wouldn't Fixer start breathing? Sticks would gladly give him half her breath anyway and was she starting to hyperventilate – c'mon Fixer!

Cough

A groan. Sticks squeezed his hands so tightly her hands was starting to hurt, and,

"Ow…" he groaned, dazed green eyes blinking open. "St-Sticks?"

"Fixer!" she exclaimed, and all was right with the world – Eggman could cease to exist for all she cared – Fixer was alive! And the fox had barely time to blink in confusion and wince with pain, before Sticks then leant down again, kissing, kissing, kissing…

Kissing after nearly losing someone, is like breathing. Breathing in another dimension, coming home after a war- in any case, she should really let go off Fixer's hands before his fingers would turn blue. And stop kissing him before they both would choke. And stop falling for him every day, but she just couldn't help it…