I'll Remember You

Disclaimer: I don't own Hamatro.

Before we start, I gotta thank those who are reviewing (and anyone who's reading and not reviewing) for reading this ficcy. 'Cause really, even if I am working fast on it, I'm still working hard improving it from how it was when I first wrote it down in my notebook (and trust me, it A LOT of improvement). So yeah, thanks a lot, I really appreciate it. Okay, I'll stop blabbering. Hope you enjoy. : )

--Chapter Four--

Stan rode his skateboard through the tunnel. 'Something's wrong sis and you're hiding it…I know it' Stan was afraid of the worst, but he didn't like to think about it, so he just rode on looking for his younger twin. He knew Hillary wasn't going home earlier that day, in fact, Hillary usually came home late on Monday nights. He stopped at the opening of the tunnel. Sandy couldn't have gotten out so fast. She was a pretty fast runner, but when Stan was on his skateboard his went much faster then Sandy.

"She must've really wanted to leave if she left that fast," Stan said to himself. He shrugged and turned to ride back to the clubhouse.

A tiger striped hamster poked her head from outside the tunnel and looked inside. She sighed, "phew," and turned to go back, but was immediately stopped.

"Going somewhere so fast sis?" Stan was standing in front of her, leaning over his skateboard with a look of question on his face.

Sandy choked on her words, "I…you…um…how'd you do that?" So many things can happen in so little time, and you'd never even notice.

"I took the emergency exit in the tunnel and came around the other side," Stan explained like it was so obvious. "But that's not important." Sandy looked down, she knew what was coming. "What's wrong sis? You've been acting so weird, it feels like you're hiding something from us all."

"I'm not," Sandy said. "and nothing's wrong, I just….didn't get enough sleep last night." The more you do it, the easier it gets to lie more and more but the guilt never seems to go away. Sandy tried to walk past Stan, but he grabbed her arm.

"Whoa, whoa, Sandy, you're not getting away with any lies," He held a good grip to keep her form running away. "Tell your big brother what's wrong."

Sandy wasn't looking at him. "I told you, nothing's wrong…" her voice was a bit shaky. She sniffled a bit.

"Please tell me sis," Stan said. Sandy struggled for him to let go. "I'm not letting go." He was serious, dead serious, and worried. "You lied to the group back in the clubhouse, and now you're lying to me-" He was cut off, and pretty rudely too.

"I told you already Stan, nothing…is…wrong!" She pulled for him to let her go again. Now Stan freaked. What was she so upset about?

"No! Something's wro-OW! DAMNIT!" Stan yelped in pain. Sandy had bit his arm hard to get him to let go. "You're not getting away with it!" He tried to chase her but she had ran too far and too fast. Stan wanted to get down on his knees and cry. His own sister bit his arm, and it wasn't a normal younger sibling annoying bite, it was a deep bite. Instead of leaving a mark, it lefts holes that blood trickled from. Stan looked up. She was gone. A tear left his eye. It felt like he had lost his young, loving twin sister. She was going through something, but why wouldn't she tell anyone? Stan got up and, grabbing his skateboard, he made his way back to the clubhouse. If he couldn't get this problem out of Sandy, then there was still someone else who could.

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"Oh Stan! What an awful bite! What did this to you?" Bijou was scared now. Was there a cat on the lose? A snake maybe? Whatever it was, she was now scared that maybe it had gotten Sandy.

"It wasn't exactly a 'what'…more of a 'who'," Pashmina placed a wet cloth over the bite. Stan didn't want to say it was Sandy. Everyone might think she was crazy. But he didn't want to lie to them either, but right now, he had no choice, "you know what, I really didn't see who or what bit me, but it seemed more like a who," He decided to shut up, one lie was enough for him. He didn't see how Sandy could put up with so many. "Um…oh, thanks Pashmina," he could've said a great many flirty lines right now, but he didn't really feel like it, "Maxwell, I need to talk to you…alone." The other ham hams went back to talking quietly amongst themselves, though you could tell that there were only a few topics at the moment that were very popular: Sandy, Stan's bitten arm, and the trip. It seemed that most of the atmosphere had suddenly gotten gloomy.

Stan and Maxwell went outside and stood under a big tree. Stan fiddled with his fingers a bit. 'This is harder then it seems…' How was he going to tell Maxwell that it was Sandy had bitten his arm like that? How was he suppose to tell Maxwell that She had been lying a lot? Well, he didn't see anything else he could say to him. "Um…listen, Maxwell, dude…Sandy's like, really going through something…could you please go talk to her for me? I'd go, but you know, wouldn't want to…uh, let her see this, it'll worry her and only add more to her problems," lying must really run in their family. It seems to be catching to Stan. He made a mental note of himself: Remember to apologize for all this lying.

Maxwell looked at Stan strangely, "Yeah, I knew something was wrong, but don't you think she might want some time to herself?" Maxwell really did want to talk to her, but he felt that when a problem arises, it's best to think it about it and have time to yourself and then you can get help, unless it was a terrible, terrible problem, then it's best to talk it over with someone.

Stan never thought that maybe Sandy just wanted time to herself, but it didn't seem that way. The problem seemed much more important and serious, but who knew Sandy better then Maxwell? "Yeah, I know she wants time to herself, but it seems real serious. So whenever you think you can, please go talk to her. She'll listen to you," Stan patted Maxwell's shoulder and went back to the clubhouse.

'Well that was odd,' Maxwell thought to himself. He was starting to get suspicious. 'Hm…'

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Sandy lay in her cage, her head pounding. "This is sooo the worst headache I've ever had," she said to herself, grabbing her head. She moaned a bit.

Hillary walked in the room, holding a box of Veggie-Os. "Hey Sandy," She said, filling up her food tray with the old treats. She smiled, "I guess those Hamster Bites weren't very good." Sandy tilted her head. Hillary opened her cage and took Sandy out, petting her soft fur, "Don't worry Sandy, as soon as we move, I'll make sure to make you as comfortable as possible."

'krmpkrmpkrmp…suuuure Hillary, make me comfortable in a place that I never ever want to go to,' Sandy thought to herself. She hugged Hillary's thumb, a band aid was on it. Then she saw the look of happiness on her face. Here comes the guilt. Hillary put Sandy back in her cage. "Don't worry sandy, it wasn't your fault," Hillary motioned to her thumb. "I gotta go now, you know that on Mondays I work late. I'm not suppose to have such a long break. T And you know those kids aren't going to teach themselves how to walk on the balance." She gently placed Sandy back in her cage, petting her one last time. "Now eat your Veggie-Os, I know that you like those, and please don't make another mess Sandy, okay?" Hillary pulled her hair up into a ponytail grabbed her bag, "Bye Sandy."

'Bye,' Sandy said mentally to her. She sighed. Hillary's room seemed almost empty. Most of her clothes was already packed and her drawers were all opened, some half empty, some still full. She really couldn't imagine being in a whole new place soon. She was starting to get used to the idea, just not that she was actually leaving her home. She was still feeling very guilty. Hillary deserved a better hamster…

Flashback

"Sandy! I'm home! Got you a present!" Hillary quickly ran up the stairs, excited to show Sandy what she had brought her. The small hamster sat in her house, facing away from the opening. Light came through, but it just didn't seem to exists in Sandy's mind, or her heart. She heard the door opening, and the clash of things falling to the floor. She was sure she heard something break. Glass it sounded like. She stayed where she was.

"Sandy?" Hillary looked at the mess of Hamster Bites on the floor. She gasped loudly, a cold feeling going through her and making her go stiff. The window was wide open, she remember how in the morning it felt a bit warm, so she had opened it to let some air in, and forgot to close it when she left. "Sandy?" Hillary got on her knees and looked all over the floor. 'What if something got in and took Sandy?' Hillary shook her head, "No, of course not. Be more reasonable," Hillary told herself, standing up. The cage door was still closed, no sign of it even being touched. 'Hm…'

Sandy was still sitting in her house, quiet, not moving. Hillary was obviously scared, so why didn't Sandy go out and make all the fear go away? Then her eyes widened. Hillary had screamed. Sandy quickly rushed out of the little house and saw Hillary clutching her thumb tightly. Sandy saw her running back and into a bathroom. 'What've I done…?' Sandy thought to herself. She looked on the ground and saw a piece of glass. There was blood on it. No doubt that Hillary had accidentally cut herself looking for Sandy. How could Sandy let that happen to her beloved owner? She didn't deserve her as an owner, and Hillary didn't deserve such a selfish hamster. Sandy saw that there was really nothing she could do at the moment…just, clean up a little maybe. So, starting from the nearest Hamster Bite, Sandy started eating them.

End Flashback

The tiger striped hamster went to drink some water. Her head was feeling a bit better. A funny feeling came to Sandy. The feeling that she was being watched. She finished drinking water and looked around. There was no one. She quickly turned and looked at the window sill thinking she saw something move there. "Uh…whoever's there…show yourself!" She tried to sound brave, and like she was ready for whoever or whatever was there, but really, she wasn't ready. She blinked when nothing came. 'Probably just the wind or something…' she reassured herself.

"So…you lied to us?" A very, very familiar voice said. Sandy's eyes widened, but she didn't turn around. "Don't ignore me…you know I'm here."

Sandy turned around slowly, finding Maxwell on her window sill. His face was serious, worry ness was in it too, strangely enough though, anger wasn't found anywhere in this mixture of emotions. Sandy didn't know what to say. She wanted to apologize, but what good would that do? "Maxwell…I'm sorry." She watched him, as he made his way into her cage. She looked into his eyes. They seemed hurt, and scared.

For a while, there was just silence.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH--coughcoughchokehack, x.x Well…definetly never doing that again. Ahem, heehee, I left you all on a cliffy (sort of). Don't I feel so special. : P Well I'll be on my way now, so I can find other ways to torture you. Heeheeheehee-okay, now I'm scaring myself. Uh...yeah, see ya!