Author's Note: Okay, I know I swore I would never continue 'The Choice', but I have left too many people here upset by my lack of a true ending, so here I am; giving you not one, but three different endings. They're all completely different, aside from the intro paragraph, as they are all what I think honestly could have happened. I worked hard on all three of them, but I think you'll notice which one I really put the most effort into. I apologise in advance for any OOCness, and I am also warning you that each of these, to some degree, is Sonamy. This one is only slightly Sonamy though, so it's easy to overlook if you want. Again, I apologise for any character inconsistencies.

Disclaimer: Not mine, people - although much loved and tortured!

Sonic watched at Robo Knux drew ever closer to the bubbles where he and Amy Rose were imprisoned, unable to act, unable to speak, unable to do anything other than quake in terror at what was to come. The sadistic robot was obviously enjoying himself, taking his time, savoring the moment as he moved toward the bubble that held his next victim, relishing the fear that was reflected in the captive hedgehog's green eyes. Sonic shuddered, closing his eyes and folding his ears so he wouldn't see the sick pleasure in the electronic eyes, and so he wouldn't hear the sound of metal piercing flesh.

He woke up screaming.

Incubus

For one terrifying moment, he didn't know where he was, and had to fight his instinct to flee, to escape from the monster that he felt sure was out there, waiting to take him down. Then, his awareness returned and he noticed he was lying on a white couch in a pink living room: Amy's house. This was good; if he was at Amy's, it meant everything was all right and he had nothing to worry about. He started calming down and began trying to figure out exactly what he was doing here.

"Sonikku!"

And there was Amy, looking perfectly healthy and extremely worried. She was dressed in her usual outfit, and was holding a breakfast tray heaped with gradually cooling food. Sonic opened his mouth, intending to ask Amy what was going on and why was he asleep on the couch in her living room, of all places?

He never got the chance, as Amy practically dropped the breakfast tray on the small pink and white coffee table in front of the couch, and tackled him. She clung to him as if he would slip away if she loosened her grip by the slightest margin, and clung so tightly that Sonic was honestly afraid she might crack some of his ribs.

"A . . . Amy?" He managed to choke out, trying to pry her off before she suffocated him. That was when he noticed that she was shaking.

"Oh, Sonikku – you had me so worried! Tails and I tried everything and you wouldn't wake up! We couldn't wake you up – you just kept screaming and screaming! It was so horrible. I thought you'd just lie there and scream and scream and never wake up again! How could you do that to me?"

She was crying now, burying her face in his chest and sobbing her heart out. Sonic wasn't sure what to do – he'd never had her cry like this while clinging to him before – so he settled for awkwardly putting his arms around her and letting her cry herself out, trying not to think about how uncomfortable he was with her crushing him or just what the female hedgehog was getting all over his fur.

After about ten minutes, Amy Rose finally began to calm down, and soon after her sobs dies out and she pushed herself off of Sonic, who watched her warily, half expecting her to latch on to him again. He sat up, and both hedgehogs simply sat in silence for a few minutes. Sonic, curiosity and impatience eating away at him, finally reached over and took her hand, 'Just to get her attention,' he told himself.

"What happened, Amy? Why am I here . . . and why are you so upset? You're acting like I almost died or something!"

Her eyes widened, and tears sparkled in them again. Sonic wondered if he'd said the wrong thing. "You mean you don't remember?"

He shook his head, releasing Amy's hand and rubbing his forehead with it as he attempted to recall what might have led up to him lying on Amy's couch.

"Not really . . . I remember going to rescue you, but Robo Knux was there, and . . . and he . . ." Sonic paused, then continued under his breath, "But that was just a dream, wasn't it? Just a stupid nightmare." He looked over at Amy, hoping that the pink hedgehog would have an explanation for him. She seemed to be relaxing a bit now, and looked less worried. However, there was still an indescribable emotion in her eyes, one that seemed to make her look far older than she was.

"You did rescue me, Sonic, but Robo Knux wasn't there. It was just one of Eggman's usual traps . . . or at least that's what it seemed like."

"That still doesn't explain how I ended up at your house," Sonic interrupted, impatient and tired of waiting. Amy opened her mouth to continue, but found herself staring at Sonic's stomach as it let out a loud, embarrassing gurgle. Sonic blushed, and Amy, looking relieved at the distraction, grabbed the breakfast tray and stood up.

"Oh, this has all gotten cold – let me go heat it up for you; you sound like you're starving!"

She hurried off, but only made it a few steps before Sonic had caught up to her and stood in front of her, blocking her path. His eyes were narrowed and Amy could plainly see that he was waiting for an explanation.

"What happened, Amy? I'm going crazy with not knowing; you don't have to act like I'm going to eat you if you tell me, you know," he winked, trying to encourage her. "I'm not that hungry, after all." Amy sighed and dropped her gaze to the tray of food her held in her arms, not wanting to meet Sonic's eyes at the moment.

"While we were escaping – you were carrying me- Eggman . . . he shot darts at us, and one of them hit you in the left shoulder. You acted like you didn't feel anything and I didn't think anything of it, but right after you brought me back home and put me down, your eyes rolled up into your head and you collapsed." Amy paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "I brought you inside, took the dart out and did what I could to treat you, but you didn't wake up. Then . . . then you just started screaming and it scared me so much; I called Tails and he came straight over. We . . . decided it was better not to move you, so that's why you're still here."

"Go on . . ."

"Anyway, he took a blood sample, and it turned out Eggman ad injected you with something called 'Incubus Serum'. It's something that G.U.N. used to use on the worst criminals. It . . . knocks the person it's given to out and traps them in their worst fears until they either die or go insane," she shuddered. "They stopped using it a few years ago but somehow Eggman got some of it. It . . . you almost died, Sonikku!"

Sonic shivered, too. So that was why he'd dreamed such a horrible dream, and why it had seemed so real. Still, it couldn't have been as bad as Amy Rose was making it out to be; after all, he was fine now, wasn't he?

"But I'm awake now, and I'm not crazy, so I guess it didn't work like it was supposed to," he stated, attempting to calm Amy, who was rapidly losing control again.

Amy shook her head, still staring at the tray, "That's only because Tails found the cure. He gave it to you last night, but you still wouldn't wake up!"

Sonic blinked, "Last night? Just how long was I out?"

"Two and a half days, Sonikku – for two and a half days you just wouldn't wake up," she took a deep, quivering breath before continuing, " . . . and . . . you wouldn't . . . stop . . . screaming! It was awful! And it's my fault, Sonikku! It's all my fault!"

Sonic wasn't sure how to react. Amy was standing there, screaming, crying, and blaming herself for something that he didn't think could possibly have been her fault.

"Amy . . ."

She just stood there, head bowed, trembling. "It was my fault! If . . . if I hadn't said I was tired – if I hadn't begged you to carry me home just because I liked it – then you wouldn't have been slowed down, and that dart would never have hit you! It's my fault! I did it!"

"Amy," Sonic stated, trying to get her attention. When she didn't look up her tried again, "Amy Rose, look at me."

She did, tears still sparkling in her eyes. "What, Sonikku?"

Sonic smiled reassuringly, "It wasn't your fault, Amy."

Amy started to protest, "Yes it is; weren't you listen-" she was stopped by Sonic tapping a finger to her lips.

"No, it wasn't and you'd better listen to me before I get sick of trying to say this and get out of here: the only one I blame for this is Eggman. He's the one who fired those darts, after all . . . unless you have some reason to want to kill me that I don't know about," Sonic teased.

"But - " Amy started again, guilt still easily readable in her eyes.

"No buts. I don't blame you, so you can't blame yourself. Got it?"

Reluctantly, Amy smiled. "Got it." Then a true smile worked its way onto her face, and on an impulse, she leaned over and kissed the blue hedgehog on the cheek. He was halfway across the room before she could blink.

"Amy," he protested, blushing. "Don't do that!"

Amy Rose laughed, "Do you want a free breakfast or not, Sonikku?"

"Of course I do, but, Amy. . ."

The pink hedgehog rolled her eyes, "Oh come on. You know you like it." Then she went back into the kitchen to fix a new breakfast, leaving behind a spluttering, embarrassed Sonic staring after her.

"I don't – what I mean is – I can't – Amy!"

-End-