Disclaimer: Sonic the Hedgehog doesn't belong to me.

Rating: K+

Summary: Sonic finds one of Amy's old diaries while going through her attic.

A/N: I've had this story sitting on my laptop for ages. I think I wrote it for a Sonamy week but I can't remember. I like it so I thought I'd share it. Working on updating Serendipity soon too. Sorry for the long absence, I found out last July I was pregnant again. Came as shock as it had only been 6 months since I'd lost my mum. I have a second beautiful baby girl now, named Piper Seren. She's 3 months old and my angel in babies clothes. 3 Any-way, thank you for your patience and I hope you like this.

Dear Diary

"How can you have so much stuff?" Sonic asked in bewilderment as he looked around Amy's attic and the many boxes littering the small confining space. Boxes she needed to go through and either dump or keep to take into their new home they were moving in to together. Being a hedgehog as free as the wind, going where he pleases and barely holding down roots, you can imagine how little he had to contribute to filling their new home with. Of course, he has mementos and keepsakes from his adventures. But nothing more than two boxes worth.

Unlike Amy, who it seemed to Sonic kept everything from all the years he had known her. He had no idea she could be such a hoarder, especially as the rest of her cottage is so minimalistic and organised. He got a shock the second he popped his head through the loft hatch and took it all in.

Amy shrugged, not embarrassed by the boxes his eyes were raking over. She had her reasons for keeping what she had and she wasn't going to apologise for them. Especially as this was what they were upstairs for, trying to dwindle it now to a reasonable amount. "I'm sentimental," she replied, reaching for the first box and throwing open the flaps. She missed Sonic's incredulous look he sent her way as he shook his head and reached for a box too.

Tell me something I don't know, he thought fondly as he opened the flaps and peered inside.

They worked together, side by side for an hour, sometimes in silence as they looked through their history together, laughing over some things, reminiscing sadly over others. They worked diligently, sometimes ruthlessly as Sonic passed her boxes for her judgement that she would either search or put in the dump pile without too much remorse. Amy was going for the adage, if she hadn't looked for it in the past six months, then she no longer needed it. It was the only way to stop her from holding on to things she didn't need.

Before long the growl of Sonic's stomach made her stop and laugh as the sound all but echoed around them. "I'll go and fix us some lunch," Amy smiled, giving her boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek before she descended the ladder and left Sonic alone.

Stretching as best he could in the small space, a sneeze making his eyes water, Sonic's boredom kicked in almost straight away. Curiosity got the better of him as he reached for a discarded pile of boxes and nosed through them. Almost straight away his hands landed on an old diary belonging to Amy. He dropped it instantly, as though it was on fire. But he couldn't take his eyes away from it as he drummed his fingers on the box, his lips twisting back and forth in thought.

"A quick peek couldn't hurt, could it?" he murmured to himself as his hand was already sub consciously reaching in to pick it up again. Much gentler this time, holding it like a bomb that was about to go off. "You're the worst boyfriend, Sonic," he sighed, resigning himself to his fate as he carefully opened the crinkled pages to a random page. His eyes swept over the words without taking any in, thumbing from one page to another. Eventually he settled on one and sat back on the dusty floor, his body completely still as he read the caption in the diary.

'Dear Diary,

I saw Sonic today. We all got together at Tails' workshop, it'd been a few weeks since we'd all seen each other because Eggman hasn't been attacking. I was trying so hard to not be over excited to see him, to stop myself from rushing up to him and giving him a big hug. In-stead I approached him slowly, asking him how he was. Oh diary, he looked at me like I'd grown a second head, his wariness of my change in behaviour clearly making him nervous. I'm trying so hard to not scare him away. I know he just thinks its hero worship, but it's not. It's never been that for me.

Will he ever know how much I love him?'

Sonic blinked at the words on the page, his mind trying to bring up the memory of that day. But it was just one of many get together at Tails' workshop, which one was this? Besides that, though, most of the reasons he never remembers those encounters with Amy is because during them he wasn't completely there himself. He was so busy trying to not make a fool of himself in front of her that his mind would just shut down. Causing him to either run or come across as this Sonic in her diary - wary and unapproachable.

As for the hero worship thing, sure he thought that was all it was at first. But she quickly proved herself when she didn't stop putting herself in the firing line to do what was right. She is and always has been a hero of her own right. Someone to count on to watch your back and save in a heartbeat, even if it meant her own life being on the line. Contrary to belief, Sonic isn't stupid. Amy is part of his team because she deserves to be there and they wouldn't be one without her.

Looking back down at her diary, he thumbed through more pages before settling on another random page, completely forgetting about Amy downstairs making their lunch.

'Dear Diary,

It happened again today. Sonic, my beloved Sonic got hurt trying to save me. I wasn't quick enough, I got in the way, I was foolish. And because of all that, Sonic got hurt. I feel like such a nuisance, like I only get in the way. And worse, I could have lost the one I love so much, because of my reckless fighting. Chaos, I can't tell you how much it hurt to see him in pain. I tended to his wounds, patched him up as best I could, knowing rest would have to do the rest. But I couldn't help crying while I did. All over his bandages, looking weak and young even then.

But it hurt so much. The thought of losing him . . . I can't bear it. It's not a silly, adolescent love for him, diary. It's never been that. I think people believe I don't know what true love is. And they're right as for now, maybe forever, it's unrequited one-sided true love. But I know how I feel, how Sonic makes me feel when I'm around him.

He lifts me up with a simple smile. His slightest touch sends butterflies into my heart as it races out of control. I feel like I can take on all of Eggman's armies from the sheer amount of strength he gives me. He makes me want to be a better version of myself every day. Do better, be better. But more than that, he makes me so happy. Just being around him, hearing his laugh makes me so happy. I would do anything within my power to make sure he never loses that laughter or his own happiness. I would sacrifice my own happiness, my own life to make sure he is happy.

Even . . . even if that means not being with me.'

Sonic dropped the diary down into his lap and raked a shaky hand through his quills and down his face. He could feel the emotion in that entry, she had poured so much into the words. He'd had an inkling, just a small selfish wonder of did she love him this much back then or . . . Now his question was answered and he felt both sick with how long she thought he didn't love her back, and the sheer relief that she does genuinely love him. That she loves him for who he is, flaws and all. The sheer power of that thought blew his mind and almost knocked him flat on his back.

"Find what you were looking for?" Amy asked him quietly from where she was perched, just on the inside of the loft hatch.

Sonic whipped around so fast he almost hit his head on a wooden roof beam. He flushed with embarrassment and shame at being caught, but deeper than that was the realisation still making his head dizzy. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been reading that," he began, crawling over to Amy who surprisingly didn't look angry or upset. Just resigned, after-all, she wasn't sure what he read and at what stage of her love journey for him he came across. "Ames, I - " Sonic was floored, dumbfounded even, he didn't know what to say beyond the apology.

Its surprised Amy. She looked at him, slightly taken aback by the open display of emotion that was racing across his face from one to the other. She instinctively reached out and gently touched his cheek, trying to bring him back down to Mobius with her.

It worked, to a certain degree.

"I had no idea . . . No idea that you loved me - love me - that much. For so long," he said, his tone in complete awe and rapture of her as he tripped over his words. Amy couldn't help it, she giggled at him. At this Sonic she has seen on occasion. Rare and always when alone with her. But knowing it was because of her gave her a power over him that Sonic knew she would never abuse.

"Of course, I have. The best thing I'll ever get to do is love you, Sonic."

Finally, a little bit of the normal Sonic shone through as she said that. His half smirk of pride, ego more than a little inflated by now giving Amy goose bumps as she reacted to it. Leaning forward Sonic pressed a firm and loving kiss to Amy's forehead, his knuckles raking over her cheek gently as he stared down at her.

"I love you, Amy Rose." he declared.

Not for the first time and knowing it wouldn't be the last, Amy's heart filled with love and adoration at hearing that from her true love. A feeling she would never get bored of, or used to.