I know. I know.

I'm spoiling you.

But since I'm leaving for college Sunday, I need to have two updates a day to complete the story. But since I was a little late, there will be three for today, Saturday. It's about midnight where I'm at, so expect another one in the afternoon, then later that night.

So your welcome.

Hopefully, you've been enjoying it so far. It's been my pleasure to write. So I'd like to send a shout out to AN-DoubleRainbow-NA, anonymousWriter37, and DIM666 - Insane Leader for your reviews on the last chapter. I've never written anything like that, and you're support was very warming and very appreciated.

Also, a new character appears in this chap. Who will it be?

Disclaimer: I do not own SEGA or any of their characters I'm using.

On with the story!

Chapter 10: Day Dreamer

Gone.

When I woke up, he had disappeared. It was as if last night was a dream. A very, very sensual dream. I rose slightly from the bed, trying to declare his whereabouts. I wasn't worried. At least I didn't want to be. I sighed. It would take a while for my tragically over zealous mentality to fade.

One thing was for sure though. Out of sight definitely didn't mean out of mind.

I rubbed my head, ignoring my aching body, a result of a night time of bliss we shared. I pondered the words Scourge that weighed so heavily on me.

There's no harm in forgetting.

I had a feeling that was what careless and or carefree people said. That's why Scourge had the nerve to screw me. Careless. And Sonic most likely forgot our promise years ago. Carefree.

I shook my head, trying my best to quickly rise from the mattress. Scourge wasn't careless. Sure he didn't make it his life's mission to please other people, but that didn't mean he didn't care. Although I didn't know how much he cared about me, I knew it was there. I cared about him too.

And I was no longer thinking about him. Yeah, him. I was choosing to move on with my life, and I didn't want him to have any bearing on my thoughts. My life right now longer had to do with him (okay, I'm getting tired of emphasizing the word. If I really didn't have a problem, I could just say his name...).

Or even any of my friends. Maybe that was also why I was being so reluctant to tell Blaze about the new romantic turn I've taken. It didn't have to do with her. And I intended on keeping it silent until I was ready. I didn't want to become predisposed to her concerned opinions. No shame, no game. I shook my head in approval, retreating to the bathroom.

I was an independent girl, testing the waters with a new guy.

Speaking of water, I turned on the facet. Showered. Clothed.

Then—as I ventured out into the hallway, my nose sniffed anxiously as it was welcomed by the odorous smell of...

Food?

I immediately darted into the kitchen, hoping to confirm my olfactory instincts.

Was Scourge cooking in my kitchen? Nope. But he was sitting down at the table, sipping from a plastic cup of coffee. He trailed his eyes to mine before motioning for me to come closer.

"I bought coffee," he said, before I nodded. "I bought you some, too."

I shook my head. "Thanks. But you didn't have to do that," I said, turning to the cabinets, "I have some here."

Scourge took another sip. "Nah, all you have is that organic stuff."

"Oh, right. Rabbit food," I considered with a shrug before taking a seat next to him. "Do you want me to make you something?" I offered, like the old married couple we suddenly felt like.

To that, Scourge also took another sip. "We don't have time. We're going out."

I blinked at him a few times, not quite sure how to respond to that. Our relationship was sexual and backwards. It was probably hard enough knowing how to respond to in an actual relationship, let alone whatever this was.

"Where?" I asked, taking the warm tan cup in my hands.

"Don't know yet," he simply responded, before rising from the dark oak stained chair. "Are you coming?"

I nodded. "Sure."

More like Unsure. His desire to take me off someplace was both romantic and troubling. Like our relationship so far, I had no idea where it was going. Where we were going.

I could only hope that it would be worth it.

But some fun wouldn't kill either.

I was on his motorcycle.

Again.

But the combination of the fresh air brushing through my quills and the tranquil sky above put me at ease. I clung onto the hedgehog before me as I noted the sights we were passing.

We rolled along the coast of the city, escaping the park, Merriment Plaza, and the very place that reminded me of him. Once out of the outskirts of the town, I could see the beach come into view. I rested against his form, breathing him in. I knew it might have seemed strange, but his scent reminded me that this was actually happening. That it wasn't some unspeakable daydream.

"Are we going to the beach?" I asked, half yelling over the roar of the engine. I could see a body of blue water suspended underneath the bridge we were on as it was welcomed by the splashy shores of a white beach.

"Why not?" he decided, before riding into the entrance of a relatively inhabited boardwalk.

Parking along the pier, Scourge helped me off his vehicle. "What do you wanna do here?"

I took off my sandals before feeling the plushy, but gritty sand coax my feet. With a shrug I answered.

"I don't know. There's barely anyone here, but it is only nine..." I considered. "Give a few hours and this place will be filled to the brim," I noted, observing a fisherman some hundred feet away. "But sometimes it's good to do nothing..." I then said. Like sleeping in a rainstorm, utterly unmotivated to do anything.

Scourge nodded. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you, Rosie," he laughed, before joining me in the sand.

I watched the water before us. The waves were at peace and it was comforting. I was at peace.

I twirled around, basking in this new feeling. Everything felt fresh and raw, but I didn't know if that only came with the early hour.

"Let's walk," I suddenly said, taking Scourge's hand as if we we're lovers or whatever. I probably needed some clarification on that...but for now everything felt right, and I didn't want to spoil it by poking at our relationship status too much.

"Okay," Scourge agreed as we trailed the lonely beach. I looked down at my bare feet as my blouse danced in a gentle breeze.

"So let's talk about you," I said out of nowhere as Scourge blinked a few times, naturally taken back.

"Ah, sure," he said, with a slight conviction in his voice, "Ask away."

I looked up at the sky that had just finished dawning, as if it would give me the questions I had promised him.

"Well...since we've spent most of the time addressing me and my problems..." I started. "...I just wanted to know, well...ah...whatever you care to tell me."

Scourge scratched at his quills for a moment, taking his sunglasses from his eyes as we roamed.

"I like causing trouble."

I stopped in place. "Huh?"

Scourge snickered. "I don't mean it like that, but I like stirring the pot. Going the opposite way people are running from and seeing what the big deal is. I'm a trouble seeker, therefore I like to cause trouble."

I gave a reluctant nod. "So you mean that if everyone's favorite shade is white, then yours is black?" I said, trying to ring logic into his words.

"Nope." he stated. "Green."

"Um, okay..." I felt myself laughing at his absurdity. "What else?"

"I like to destroy things," he said this time, before crouching in the sand to crush a sand rock in his hand. He rose up, letting the dusty remains slip like a waterfall from his open fist. I slightly pouted.

"So troublesome and destructive," I considered. Teasing him. "So how the hell are we going to work out?"

"I told you, Rosie, hell is a man's word..." Scourge playfully cautioned, firming his grip on my hand. "And besides, we're more alike than you realize."

"I told you, Scourge, Rosie isn't my name," I mimicked back, before blinking in confusion. "And besides, how so?"

"Look at this beach," he said, extending his free hand out as if to touch the entire space. "We're both alone. Lonely-ass people who were fortunate enough to come together."

I trailed my eyes to his face as he looked ahead, unbothered. Like the beach. I let my feet dig into the ground as we continued off into the sandy promise of nowhere. Scourge wasn't outwardly righteous, but he told a perceptive truth. And maybe because he wasn't so upright—I could see that he was faulted, and a bit atrocious given the hour—made him easy to relate to. Easy to talk to.

Whereas my other friends, like Blaze who probably possessed more grace in her pinky toenail than I did in my entire body—or the life I would ever hope to live—always seemed to be reprimanding me. She unknowingly asserted that she lived the put together life while I was always the damsel in distress. And sometimes it brought me down a bit. Even though Blaze was constantly trying to raise my spirits.

Slightly squeezing Scourge's hand, I met his cool gaze as a slight smile crept on his face. "Any more questions, Rosie?"

I sighed with a grin. Like the relationship I would never have with Sonic (and I was confident that I no longer wanted), I suppose I was going to have to accept the nickname Scourge penned for me.

"So, any more unpleasant secrets?" I offered, as we were beginning to meet the end of the shoreline, huge rock-like structures and some small trees beginning to hinder our path.

"Well..." he thought for a moment. "I like you, don't I?"

I laughed before nudging his shoulder as I replayed the same words we exchanged last night. "Good thing I like you, too or we may have a problem."

As we began to turn back, my mindset took a shift as well.

"Why do you like me?" I heard myself ask suddenly. "I mean, why did you hit on me whenever you got the chance, like you did in the bar? Why are you even interested in me?"

"Amy Rose," he simply stated, not bearing to take his eyes off of me. I looked at him cautiously. He never called me by my whole name. Heck, he didn't even call me by my first name.

"You've always wanted a hero, right?" he began again as I nodded. "Well, I'm no hero. Not even by a long shot." he said, as I rose a brow.

But that was a good thing. I was rejected from my so-called hero. That fact alone practically justified the grounds for our relationship. Sonic didn't want me. So I found someone who did. Even if I was still questioning the extent.

"What if I was saving you from your hero?"

To this, I blinked. "What?"

Scourge shrugged his shoulders. "I always see you compromising yourself for him, and you know what? I'm even sick of talking about him," he offered, pulling me closer to him.

"But whenever I'd see you, I'd always say how great you'd be if you just forgot about that blue boy and decided to be yourself," he considered, his icy orbs burning with an intensity I hadn't seen before.

"And the day that happens—I'd say—that beautiful girl would be free."

Free?

I turned to him, unable to say anything. What Scourge said...I had never—just—wow.

Pulling him by his collar, I brought his unsuspecting lips to mine. I kissed him with all of the emotion I had as my arms curled around his neck and his hands fell to my waist.

To be held. It was a feeling I'd been waiting a long time for.

I parted after a while, desperate for air. But the exhilaration of it all was immense, as if every feeling I had within erupted out me, right here before him. It wasn't lust. It was more than like.

I don't know if I was moving to fast, but-

"Scourge, I-"

"Well then," Scourge cut me off, regaining his breath as he brushed a smudge of lipstick from his lip, "What do you like about me?"

I grinned. I was beginning to love him now. His words carried wonders, but I didn't want to get carried away. I didn't want to spoil this precious moment just because of the way he made my heart skip. I was being melodramatic. And that was the mistake I made with him. I had to play it cool. Coy.

"Oh, the same," I teased, as he cocked his head in frolicy disapproval. "No, but I have to admit that I never imagined liking you, or even touching you, for that matter," I paused, as Scourge laughed, forcing me to smile as well.

"But you made me realize that I was limiting myself. I like to believe that I am a free spirit but the fact is that for years I have been lying to myself. And I'm really glad you were there to show me that.

"No one is ever really there for me. And I have always felt alone, truthfully. But I don't when I'm with you. I feel like I have someone to relate to, someone who cares about me, and someone that I care about too," I continued, looking at my green savior. "We're mutual, and I like you for that."

Scourge nodded, before drapping his arm over my shoulder. These subtle things that I had always wanted, that everyone else seemed to be enjoying...I was thankful to have it now.

"Well, Rosie, you forgot to mention that you like me because of how great the sex is," Scourge said almost matter-of-factly. Okay, not so subtle. I grinned seductively, before tracing transparent circles on his chest.

"Oh, and the sex," I said almost too loudly, before noting the influx of beach goers now entering the main space. But I didn't really care. "It's to die for," I emphasized. But it was beyond true. Now I had something to contribute to that uncomfortable conversation with Sally and Cream. Not that I would. I preferred to keep personal matters just that. Personal. And besides, I didn't know if we we're telling people about us yet. Or if we were even an us.

Calm down, Amy. It's only been a few days.

Scourge was still chuckling at my response as we strolled into the main beach area. Which was quickly losing it's morning glow as more and more Mobians seized the space.

"Ready to go?" Scourge asked as I nodded. We made our way back to the pier, and with my helmet on, and me reassuring myself that motorcycles were safe, we were on the road again.

This time it seemed like my lover in question seemed to know where he was going.

As I watched us return back into the city, I took note of the route we were taking, unable to figure out where we were going.

I wanted to question him, but I didn't want to be a bothersome, have to, know-it-all. If this relationship was going to go anywhere I'd have to trust his instinct, right?

With the afternoon in full gear, the sun was fierce, but the breeze was cool.

We rode into a neighborhood that I had probably passed a dozen times but never considered. Sage Ridge.

"Is this where you live?" I asked, as the hedgehog nodded.

"Yeah," he said, before parking in a driveway that I presumed to be his. Removing my helmet, I examined the house closely. I never took Scourge for living in a house, but then again it's not like his living arrangements were a constant subject on my mind.

His home had double doors painted a color consistent to that of Scourge's fur, only a bit mintier. The arches along the doors were stained a dark brown, all encased by an orange-red brick and a roof the same color as the arches. I was decently surprised. The home appeared to be roughly the size of Sonic's if not larger. Simple Living. Even though I didn't even know what he did for a living.

I winced slightly. Probably not a good idea to sleep with a guy whose occupation I knew nothing about.

As he brought his key to the home, I let him know what was plaguing my mind.

"Hey, Scourge," I started, not quite sure I wanted to know the answer, "what do you do for a living?"

Scourge shrugged before opening the door. "Destroy things," Scourge said seriously before laughing. I put up a cautious smile. What?

"Just messin' with you," Scourge informed, a smirk settling on his lips. "Truth is, I made most of my money in youth, sorta like you guys. So I mostly just fix up cars and have them destroyed."

"And live with me," a female voice called out of nowhere as I looked up.

"Huh?" I called out, my eyes trying to find the source that only my ears had confirmed. Within a few seconds, a sultry vixen walked down the wooden steps. My eyes narrowed at her. Not entirely from suspicion, however. I was trying to place her. I knew her from somewhere...

"Fiona," Scourge answered for me, irritation spilling from his tongue. "Only she doesn't realize that she doesn't live here."

"I live where I want, honey," the fox simply replied, her similar ice blue eyes boring past him. To me.

I held my gaze, trying not to feel irked at her presence. Honey? Where does she get off calling my man that? I fought the urge to shake my head to that. I didn't want to seem like I was falling back. He wasn't mine. But we were something. And I really didn't want to hear that they were something either...

"Whose she?" she asked this time, coming closer before leaning against an emerald wall.

Scourge's eyes narrowed. "Amy, meet Fiona." I gave a reluctant smile. I've seen Fiona before, but in passing. She had sort of a chesty, self-important flair that I wasn't particularly fond off. But perhaps I was judging her too quickly. After all, I had done the same to Scourge. And look how we turned out.

"Ah, nice to meet you," I greeted anyway, as her eyes narrowed with a snarl on her mouth.

"Don't care, Pinkie," she said, denying my greeting. I sighed. Pinkie, really? Not that I liked being insulted, but if she was going to take a crack at me, why go for the most obvious card? How uncreative. A valuable opportunity wasted.

Because it wasn't going to happen again.

"Fiona," Scourge cautioned as the fox gave an exasperated sigh before brushing a hand against her maroon bangs.

"Hi," she tried this time, her voice littered with false approval. "I'm Scourge's girlfriend."

Girlfriend?

My eyes darted at Scourge as his gaze remained fixed on the vixen before us. "Fiona," he warned once more, before turning to reassure me. "Ex-girlfriend."

I blinked a few times trying to read the two of them them. Suddenly the girl shrugged.

"Guilty," she finally said, looking at her shiny black nails, a cocky grin playing on her face. It was weird. She was like the female equivalent of Scourge in attitude an demeanor. Nodding, I decided to take it like that. Everyone has history, right? Even if said history was a bitch.

"She likes to cause trouble," Scourge interjected. The harsh grin on her face didn't vanish. She was more like Scourge than I thought.

"Absolutely, Scourgey," she said this time, before starting to walk off into the hall, disappearing like the sly fox she was. Good.

That was awkward.

"Is there any reason why you live with your ex-girlfriend?" I asked cooly, trying my best not to let my emotions get the better of me. Just because this was my first real (or not real) relationship, didn't mean the same for him.

Scourge looked at me thoughtfully before blinking. "I guess when we broke up we didn't really do it in a big way. We just stopped dating. And we've known each other a long time. In short, we're friends who started goin' out and it didn't work out. But I don't know what the hell she's doin' here now. She has her own place..."

I nodded, trying to register his words. Okay. I could see some yellow flags shoot up in my head, but I didn't want to make a big deal out of nothing.

"Don't worry," he said, studying my face. "We're not an item. She's just my clingy ex."

Yeah, like that's better.

"I can tell her to leave if you want," Scourge asserted before I shook my head against it. I didn't need to give her another reason to dislike me. But I was slowly realizing that I didn't really care what she thought. After all, I didn't steal him from her (like a certain squirrel-chipmunk did in a similar situation...). And it's not like I was his girlfriend or anything. But in her eyes, we might as well be...

"No," I said. "To kick her out would be saying that I'm intimidated." Scourge smirked at that.

"Well then, do you care for a tour?" he asked, taking my hand. I nodded, clinging onto his warmth.

"I'd be more than delighted to."

I was right.

Scourge's home was about the same size as Sonic's. We went through the living room, kitchen, sun room, and all of those rooms that didn't seem very essential to explain.

At last, he rolled open the patio door, and I was welcomed to his spacious and well cultivated backyard. It was sort of surprising. I didn't take Scourge to maintain bushes, and even a few plants that lined the caramel colored fence. Unless he was growing weed or something.

No, don't go there, Scourge is a nice guy, I assured myself, biting my lip. Of course, nice doesn't necessarily mean good...I shook my head again. Stop trying to ruin everything for yourself!

"Nice backyard," I complimented, taking a seat on one of the wooden patio chairs as I admired the picturesque sight before me. The yard wasn't too big, about the size of a large room, but the green grass and lack of man-made appliances made the place appear spacious. It made me wish that I had a yard.

Scourge took a seat next to me. "Thanks," he said, his eyes also darting off into space. "Yard work is a trade for me. Couldn't stand to live in an apartment."

I smiled, ignoring his teasing blow. "I personally wouldn't have taken you to be a garden enthusiast."

Scourge shrugged his shoulders. "There are weirder hobbies," he considered. "I bet you probably have a comic book collection or something."

Had. Just the issues that Sonic had graced. But now they were nothing but ashes in my fireplace.

"Nope," I said rather smugly, as the green hedgehog smirked devilishly. Rising from his chair, his eyes fell on the setting sun.

"C'mon, let's go," he said, motioning to me, as I looked up. I was about to question where, even though instinct told me not too, but he answered for me. "Let's go get something to eat."

I was getting hungry, but this quest that we seemed to be on was successful at curbing my appetite so far. "Okay," I agreed.

Walking back inside, and to the front door, I couldn't miss the sight of Fiona from the top of the stairwell. Watching him.

Watching me.

"So where to?" I asked loudly, feeling the wind ripple through us.

"Wherever you want, babe," Scourge said. I rested on his back, trying to think of an answer. I didn't know what time it was, but the way the sun hung in the sky told me that it was late afternoon. But on a Saturday, the options (and crowds) were endless.

"Why don't we go into Merriment?" I suggested. "I know a bar."

Scourge seemed to wait before responding. "McAlisters?"

"Yup, " I replied, as he began to drive into the plaza. "Wait, do bars even sell food?" I wondered as we pulled into a parking space. I was pretty sure that Scourge frequented the place more that I did. He would know.

"We'll find out," he simply said as he helped me from the bike. I guess not.

Inside the establishment, I was presented with the sight I wanted to see.

Walking up to the bar, I greeted him enthusiastically. "Hey, Phil!"

Looking up from the order he just taken, he greeted me with a smile. "Amy. What brings ya 'ere?"

"Food," I stated with a grin. "No more drinking for me!" I playfully reassured.

"Although..." I began to contemplate, as I gazed at the green hedgehog passively standing next to me. "If I hadn't been that night, I probably wouldn't have run into him!" I began to laugh, as Scourge couldn't help but smile. See? I was infectious.

"So what's the lad's name?" Phil asked, spraying a bubbly liquid the color of honey into a glass, and sliding the glass to a customer.

"Scourge," he replied, as Phil nodded in approval.

"Good to see that you've moved on from Sonic," Phil said. "This hedgehog seems to be nothin' like 'em." I shrugged my shoulders.

"They're more alike than they realize," I assured the older possum, earning a scoff from Scourge.

"Hell no," Scourge mumbled under his breath.

Phil laughed before a serious expression settled on his face, "But I do miss ya stoppin' by the hotdog stand. Make sure ya visit now and then."

"Right," I agreed. "Well, Scourge and I are going to get a table. I'll see you later, kay?"

With a nod from my old friend, Scourge and I ventured further into the bar.

"So there it is," Scourge said, as we settled into a booth. I peered up at him.

"What?" I asked, as he snapped his fingers with conviction.

"You're trade," he stated, matter-of-factly. "You're friends with creepy old men." I gave him a slight punch in the arm before laughing.

"Really?" I said, dumbfounded my his conclusion. "That's my trade?" He replied in a single nod.

"Definitely," he said. "But since the elderly disgust me, we'll end this conversation here," he said, before glancing at the food menu before him. Shrugging, I followed in his lead.

Like the lady I was, I was going to stop talking and eat.

Bar food. More like barf food.

It wasn't that the food was bad (my veggie burger was actually quite delicious) it was the problem with getting food at a place that technically wasn't suppose to serve food, like eating chicken at Bob's Sea Food Shack. But then again, that cheetah waitress was serving...

I sucked up my grumbling stomach as we made it to my porch, the dimming quality of the outside affirming that my day, my blissful daydream with Scourge, was almost over.

"Thanks for taking me out," I said, squeezing Scourge's hand lightly. "Are you sure you don't want to come in?" I asked, even though my stomach was protesting against it.

"Nah, you look pukey," Scourge said sort of immaturely, earning a giggle from me. "And besides, you know we'd just have sex."

"Is that a bad thing?" I tried my best to hide my blush as Scourge cocked a brow, smirking excitedly.

"Never," he said, holding me closer to him, causing me to become momentarily lost in his eyes that matched the bluish moon above. "But I wouldn't want to burn you out. You're practically a virgin."

I opened my mouth to say something before closing it. To be honest, when it came to our sex I had no idea what I was doing. I just knew that it felt good.

But since I didn't feel good now it didn't make much sense for us to participate in such an intimate act. So we'd leave it off here.

"Okay then," I said, "Goodnight."

"G'night," Scourge replied, but not without bringing his lips to mine, parting his mouth to taste me...

My head was spinning. The way he kissed me...ravenously, almost desperately as if he couldn't bare without me...made my heart flutter. He wanted me. I moaned slightly, taking him in, inhaling his presence, his lips, as my hands rested on his chest, clinging onto his shirt for support. His hands fell on my waist, bringing me closer to him. Feeling my mind explode, I realized that it was the sensation of me having to breathe. Drawing my hands from his chest, the urge to inhale grew. If only kisses lasted forever...

Parting away for air, I was flustered beyond repair.

"You sure...you don't want...to come in?" I said, regaining my composure. And my stupid breath that was preventing me from kissing this wonderful being...

Scourge shook his head. "I do. But if your this hot and bothered with just kissing, it's probably best if you rest, Rosie."

I nodded, taking in his advice. I was still engulfed in a flush. "Alight. I'll see you tomorrow then."

Smirking that smirk that I was beginning to fall in love with, he gave me one final, short lip-lock to seal the deal before disappearing off into the night.

Smiling a cheeky, satisfied smile, I let myself into my apartment.

Who knew that Scourge would become the man of my dreams?

Aww...

See? ScourgexAmy isn't so bad! Now with my reasoning. The basis of this story sort of came with me getting angry at the whole ShadAmy premise. It's hard to find a story where Sonic isn't taken out of character and context. You know what I'm talking about. The tell off. Or maybe he literally smacks some sense into her, and a hurt, distressed Amy runs into the arms of Shadow, who is unnaturally willing to show some ludicrous affection toward her. I hate that.

So, this was my idea of Amy disbanding from the likes of Sonic without compromising his or her character. Why she goes to Scourge was because as I wrote chapter 4, where Shadow appears, I started writing their interaction, and taking it from Shadow's perspective I felt that he would be more irritated than understanding toward Amy. So I began to doubt their chemistry for this particular story. So then came Scourge. Being Sonic's anti, I felt that since Amy was so devastated over Sonic, she would need a different opposite, that didn't necessarily have to be Shadow.

Kay, I just wanted to get that straight. I know I don't have to explain that, I am proud to say that I am a ShadAmy fan but I can support any other reasonable pairing if the situation is right, and the characters are true to just that. Their character.

So, enough of me. I just wanted to get it out since the end of this chapter seemed fitting. I'm not saying what lies in the future chapters regarding any of Amy's relationships, but I wanted to get that out.

So thanks for reading, and review!

~Koko B