Answer to SoDone: You wanted more sonadow? Or specifically for me to come up with a part two to any stories which needed them? –And about 'I'm getting sick of seeing stupid OCs. The only ones that enjoy reading those are the ones who requested them.' Yes, that's sort of true, but I have always posted every request I've written into this collection, and I will continue to do so, even if it includes OCs. Thank you.


No title (Sonic x Shadow) (A.K.A: small bits of something, put together in a (mostly) chronological order, to tell a (perhaps) slightly vague story)

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There suddenly was a mug in Shadow's cupboard, which was reserved specifically for Sonic. And Shadow hadn't really noticed – Shadow didn't use that mug; Sonic always did. As in: the point wasn't mugs randomly emigrating to Shadow's flat, but how Shadow hadn't noticed how Sonic slowly started to emigrate here.


Sonic didn't trust Shadow's motorbike as far as he could throw it. But that's from a guy, who – when he remembers to, which is about once a month – runs to the grocery store, and runs back looking all bizarre with arms full off groceries and bags and plastic packages. Just dashing through the park, like a heap of wares suddenly sprouted legs.


Sonic hates water, but Shadow hates small spaces and syringes, so they're even.


He would come in and sit down, and then he would rest his head in Shadow's lap, and then he would start to stroke Sonic's quills. Caress them. Run his fingers through the lean blue spikes, and be almost jealous of how Sonic, always, always, would manage to have them relaxed. He was confidence. And charm. And speed and agility and cleverness and

-and he was like a soothing lullaby to be around. He and Shadow had gone through hell, together, and against each other. That ought to bring back many, many bad memories for them both – you aren't immune, Sonic – but it didn't. Maybe Sonic was immune after all. Or maybe he was the antidote. The magical cure – he put smiles on the tragedies and jokes on the failures.

And usually they didn't even say anything, though sometimes they did – "You fucking moron, my lock is broken thanks to you!" "Eh, don't be sour like that, it was just an itsy bitsy mistake – sometimes Sonic would only hum at him, and Shadow would raise an eyebrow. Or just glance at him, and it was quiet. Like being alone, but not as lonely.


The power leaves like a tide retreating – and he's face down in the mud, body heaving, something wet on his face, and he's laughing. The last of the gold trickles out from his fur, his body, and goes away – he can tell because of the exhaustion suddenly hitting him, and he rolls over to lie on his back – he could feel another headache approaching – and he says to the air, "Faker?"

Shadow rasps out a 'here', and Sonic attempts to kick-start his body into motion- where was Shads anyway? He couldn't see him, it was just mud and bleary rain and other disgusting things – broken robots and machines and enormous pieces of wreckage, scorched and crooked metal, burnt tree-stumps-

"To your right," comes and exasperated voice, which then breaks to a coughing fit as Sonic scrambles over to aforementioned direction. The soreness is catching up with him, and he almost falls over Shadow when he gets to him, despite not even standing up in the first place. Shadow gives him a disapproving look, Sonic grins even though his vision's getting hazy at the edges, leaning down – okay, maybe falling partly – to kiss Shadow on the mouth. It's sloppy – exhaustion is trying to drag them both under – their lips are chapped and Sonic presses closer to him, the single arm he's devoted to holding himself up trembling worse and worse, Shadow raising a hand to brush over his cheek briefly-

"Sonic! Guys!" –and then the cavalry is arriving, Sonic managing to sit up – he can't remember which of his friends he told, and he can't be bothered to deal with it right now – and smile and nod tiredly at Tails, and then Knuckles and Amy follows, a partly reluctant Rouge swooping down from the sky towards them. Sonic sways, even though he's sitting, and chances a last glance at Shadow. He's still laying down, and he meets Sonic's eyes, and takes his hand and drags him down to-

Sonic just closes his eyes, Tails shouting 'Sonic! You did it!' and his lips curl into a smile, his hand feeling for Shadow's to hold as his consciousness slips more and more away…


He used to think Shads had like, three expressions. The glare. The smirk. The blank stare of 'Chaos, you are stupid'. And now the list's just growing – there's the exasperated stare, the little smile, the faraway look Shadow gets when it's a clear starry night, and Sonic's pretty sure he knows what Shadow's recalling then. There's the flushed look – lips so red and glistening and eyes hazed and misty.

And lots and lots more, obviously. (Sonic's favourite is when he thinks Sonic isn't looking; he can glance at Sonic, and he just looks so fond and happy and calm, smiling a little, and that makes something in Sonic just clench and something else feel like he's got hummingbirds in his stomach.)


At first glance you'd probably call Shadow the sane one, but really, they're both crazy.

-Tails thinks, incredulously, watching them both compete in ketchup-drinking. He couldn't fathom why Shadow agreed to that, and saw Knuckles give them both angry looks from the living room, feeling a bit detached from reality… Well. He ignored them all, and went back to his work.

(It's much worse when he has to call 911)

((But that's much rarer, nowadays))


Once, Sonic just dashed out into incoming traffic, to save a child.

WHY- and Shadow – DON'T YOU EVER THINK? – was so mad, that sort of recklessness! But he knew why he did it, completely, and Sonic didn't give shit it seemed like, but he just cared way too much about people, and honestly – that was purely acting on instinct.

They still fought, and yelled and-


They couldn't really avoid each other. They were too fast, in that way, too determined, too stubborn. And the city was too small.


Once, Sonic had run into Shadow while he was on a mission.

Unfortunately he didn't know that.

It had been really embarrassing to explain to Shadow's co-workers why Sonic had tried to drag him off to have lunch in another part of the city, while Shadow was stationed here, apparently undercover.


Trying to force his eyes to open while simultaneously not falling back to sleep, was proving to be difficult as hell when his legs were tangled with Sonic's, and it was dark and comfortable and with just enough blanket covering them, Sonic's warm breath tickling his neck and one of his arms holding loosely onto him…


There was no real line. Or well, he could say with certainty that he hadn't been in love a year ago. And that he was in love now. But when had it really happened? He didn't have a clue.


Crash

Shadow winced at the sound of – undoubtedly – one of his glasses breaking, and quickly left the couch and laptop with his work, heading straight for the kitchen- where Sonic immediately slouched against the counter lazily, giving him an innocent look. Shadow stared back, quirking an eyebrow meaningly…

And all at once it was a fucking staring-contest, of course-


It should be stated, that if someone else tried to play with his ears, then Shadow would swiftly detach their hands from their body.

This was Sonic though, and it was 1 am, and it felt nice.


…Small consolation for after this, when the newspapers would've inevitably have heard of this: at least Eggman's face looked priceless, as he got the news of Amy's-not-Sonic's-girlfriend-it's-Shadow-who's-his-boyfriend.

(Sonic did suspect though, that Eggman had suspected something along those lines. Chaos, that antagonist could be perceptive)


They fought (together) and they raced, and they sparred, and sometimes Sonic broke his arm, and sometimes Shadow just stared at a photo for two hours, and sometimes they crashed through windows together and ducked for bullets, breaching some base or factory or stronghold- sometimes Shadow shivered under Sonic's touch while his lips felt swollen from kissing and then-

Knuckles and Rouge alternated between 'saw this coming' and 'still can't believe it'. Mostly depending on what Sonic and Shadow were actually doing at the time of their observation. Obviously. I mean-

Amy… changed. She was still bubbly, and supportive, and caring and sassy and frighteningly good with a hammer. Though she changed, of course, it was there and Sonic couldn't pinpoint what. It was like she was both freed and abandoned and she was still his friend, he spent time with her (sometimes) but honestly what.

Sonic still teased Shadow. It was an irrevocable fact of the universe, sorry Shads.

Forward and onward. Okay, technically they could travel back in time, but that's not the point. The point is: Shadow is an irrevocable fact in Sonic's life, like the Chaos emeralds are hopelessly lodged in this reality as unbreakable gems of great power.


-It was the calm after the storm (before the storm?) (Sonic was a goddamn storm in his own right) and Shadow couldn't say he really minded the change. Yes he did. He was his former arch-rival- but honestly, Shadow had enough work fending off the surprising amount of people, aliens, …entities… that always turned up to the destroy the world-


Summing Sonic up… got more and more difficult, the better you knew him.


He saw Shadow look at a photo, and curiosity piqued, he moved a bit closer. It was a really old photo, so Sonic decided to leave him to it and exited through a window, using a tree to get the five storeys down- and then, he just… realised.

That picture was more than fifty years old, and so was Shadow- Except he wasn't – having slept and slept for… gods, so much time - it's just gross to think GUN (that anyone would do that: GUN… was a complicated case) would do that to him. The GUN of old days did that, to the old Shadow, many, many years ago- but Shadow still had those scars, darkness inside of him and so many memories – and Shadow maybe hadn't even regained half of them, but there wasn't anyone who could help him with it-

Not really, but Sonic could be there, if nothing else.


Rouge teased them, but gods if anyone at work tried to comment negatively about them – she could be vicious-


They look so frigging high and mighty when they've just beat Eggman, standing there in the dust… And then, days later, they're back to being insane, all three of them- first Sonic does something stupid, then Shadow – at least he's a bit sane – follows to take care of the mess, and when Amy's there too, it somehow gets ten times worse.

It's perfectly reasonably to stay on an island, alone in peaceful solitude, and eat grapes and count the clouds, instead of actively socialising with them.


Shadow and Amy… gets along. (Who was he kidding; that's stretching it already)

Shadow and the rest of the group… were okay.

And Sonic was just really content – there was so much future left.

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End

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