Okay, so here's Fix Him, part 2. I hope you guys like the chapter. It was a doozy to work on. I had a hard time coming up with what I would say in the first little note about pets. Then I said, what the Hell, why not a little personal wisdom. So Here it is. Enjoy!

Step 7: Fix Him part 2

My dog has obsessive tendencies with his licking. He licks people all the time, every chance he gets, ever since he was fixed. We saw our vet about it and he said it was most likely anxiety, coming from the idea that since he was 'unmanned' he is not good enough. Dogs who suffer from this usually lick as a sort of apology for not being good enough. It was so sad to hear this that my heart almost broke. But wait! There is a cure! Pet's like this will return to their normal, cheerful selves when given constant reassurance that they are good enough.

"So basically," my boyfriend responded. "Your dog is now a woman."

I wanted to kick him for making a sexist comment but then I realized...he's right. I hate it when he's right.

How do I describe what making love to Amy was like? It was just heavenly, perfect. I felt my heart warm every time I saw her or touched her in even the slightest way. Now that was at risk. If they wanted to take my new found joy away they'd literally have to kill me. I was not letting this end anytime soon.

"Okay," Amy murmured, emerging from the kitchen with a pad of paper and a red pen. "I have a couple ideas on how to save your phallic here. I'm not sure if any of them will work."

I popped my hand in the air. Amy gave me an exasperated look as I waved it around. "Yes, Sonic?"

"What's a phallic?"

She blushed. "You know...you're thing."

I smiled at her blushing face. How cute was she when she wasn't acting like a furry ball of fury?

"You mean my throbbing python of love?" I sought confirmation.

"Yep," she fumbled over her words. "Can we, um, get to the point now?"

I patted my knee. She approached me, looking only at the notepad. She sat on my lap and leaned it towards me so I had a decent view of the work.

Dig our way out of town using a pair of spoons, nope. Buy an army through the black market slave trade, uh...how do I even respond to that? Alert the media...possibly. The only problem with that was it was a risk. The media could spin it in our favour or against us. It depended on how likable we were to them. Considering that I'm a Wildling with no social skills and Amy was Amy the odds weren't on our side.

"They all suck," I groaned.

"Well, you try to think of something better!" My mate fumed at me.

I know she was trying. I knew that this situation was affecting both of us too. Yet I couldn't shake the feeling that it was better for me to deal with this since it was my organ.

"They said I wasn't gentle enough because I have too much testosterone, right?"

Amy nodded, not quite catching my drift yet.

"Well, what if I put it to good use? What if I did something that required male instinct? Something that people would be grateful for?"

Amy snapped her fingers. "Like saving a life!"

I nodded. "Yes! But they'd have to be someone important that everyone in town likes."

"But they couldn't be someone too important or smart, like Hound. Then they'd figure it out."

I mulled over it. Important but not too important or smart. Someone everyone likes. This was someone I would enjoy setting a trap for but not saving. "Lionel."

"Sonic, are you sure about this?" Amy worried out loud, shivering in her winter clothes. I wore the scarf and hat Amy had made me and I was snug as a bug in a rug. Then again, she had a more comfortable upbringing.

"Yes, Ames," I said, circling a tree that had been marked with the northern pack' scent. "I'm positive."

"I hear the northern pack is pretty ferocious," she continued. "They maul anyone who comes into their territory."

"I have a connection in the pack," I assured her. "They'll help us, I'm sure of it. Plus, they're not viscous, they're pranksters. They'll leap at the chance to freak out the Deputy."

I heard the snap of a twig. It was distant but still there. The pack was arriving to see who had broken through their borders. I clicked my tongue, signalling that I knew the signs of the pack. Clicks meant peace. They wouldn't attack as soon as they saw us now. They'd wait to see what we were doing here.

"Hold onto me," I whispered. Amy shuffled through the tall snow and snuggled into my chest. "Do as I do. No questions, alright?" Usually she wouldn't like that but we were in my world now. Here she was the vulnerable child and I was the teacher. It was funny how the roles reversed.

I heard the patter of ragged sneakers hitting the hard snow. They were getting closer. I wrapped an arm around Amy's waist, pulling her even closer. I wasn't taking any chances on my mate. I clicked my tongue again and perked my ears up in the direction they were coming from. I heard the low rumble of vibrating throats from the nearby thicket of forest. Amy squealed and hid her face in my shoulder. I crouched down. Amy did the same, just as I told her to. We were kneeling in the snow, holding each other as Amy's head remained tucked in my chest. I looked up. The silhouettes of a group of male pack members came from the trees. They stepped into the clearing. I recognized the one leading them. Thank God it was my brother with them. They'd be easier to convince now that I could use words instead of body language to communicate.

"Hey, Shadow, sup?"

He flicked an ear in mild interest as he towered over us. He wasn't speaking. I knew he could but it was a talent he preferred to hide. He snorted out a puff of warm air through his nose. It made a cloud as the steam-like air floated upwards. His pack-mates got the signal and left us alone.

"What are you doing here?" Shadow hissed.

I got up and patted the snow off of me, then turning to Amy to help her up. She ruffled her skirt and brushed her fingers through her quills, trying to get the frosty flakes out.

"Can't I visit my brother?" I shrugged.

"No," Shadow remarked, crossing his arms. "Now what do you want?"

"You know when Dad tried to rip our ding dongs off?" Shadow nodded, recalling the incident when we were banished from our father's pack. "Well it's happening again. The city dwellers want to un-man me."

For the first time, Shadow started to show signs of concern. "Why?"

"I'm too aggressive apparently."

My brother huffed. "Really? You were always making snowmen and giving babies piggy back rides. That's aggressive?"

I rolled my eyes. "I may have had an incident with the Deputy. I kind of thought he was trying to eat my mates face off so..."

Shadow nodded towards Amy. "That's your mate?"

I smiled and held my hand out to her. She took it and I lead her closer to Shadow. He inspected her for a brief moment before speaking.

"How old?"

"Seventeen."

Amy stood paralyzed as Shadow broke into dark laughter.

"Seventeen and no children yet?" He chuckled, humorlessly. "Her womb must be withering away inside her. Put a cub in your bitch before she goes barren."

I snatched her away from him as she held my arm, startled. Yes, Wildling girls usually take a mate and conceive a litter during their first heat. They did not practice self control. This was our way but it wasn't Amy's. I wouldn't have him talk to her like that.

"Don't be a jack ass!" I growled.

"It doesn't matter anyways," Shadow waved it off. "She's so tiny she'd never make it through child birth."

I gripped at Amy's arm, trying and failing to hold her back. She went for my brother's throat. Shadow was wrestled to the ground and held down as Amy pressed her knee into the base of his neck, suffocating him.

"Ames, stop!" I yelled. I managed to wrangle her off of him during her blind rage until she calmed down. In a desperate attempt to maintain her dignity she cleared her throat and apologized. I put her down. She stood as straight a an alpha with her nose in the air, snubbing her would-be opponent.

"I was wrong," Shadow admitted, getting up. "She has spunk. That will take you a lot farther than size."

Amy oozed venom from her voice. "Apology not accepted."

"Are you going to help us or not?" I barked impatiently. I could feel my time ticking away by the second.

Shadow looked us up and down before passing judgement. "I'll help."

"Lionel," Amy cried, falsely, into the phone. "I'm lost in the woods. I can't find my way back to town."

I watched my mate, pretending to weep to her hero. What a suck! Was her actually falling for this crap? From the amused smile on Amy's face I guessed he was.

"She's good," Shadow mumbled to me.

I nodded. "She has to be."

"Some Wildlings are showing up. What do I do?"

There was a pause.

"No, they're not like Sonic. I think they're from that wild pack up north."

I could faintly make out Lionel's voice saying, "I'll be right over. Where are you?"

"I'm by the twisted tree," she cried. "Hurry!"

She hung up and put the phone away in her coat pocket.

"He's coming," I told Shadow. "Get your parol ready."

My brother slipped away into the bushes. This was either going to go really well or really badly.

"Are you ready?" I asked Amy.

She hadn't said much since her spat with Shadow. I could tell she was uneasy here. It was unfamiliar territory for her. I realized now why she was so worried about eviction. She would be a sitting duck out here.

"I guess," she moaned. "But I need to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"Why did your dad try to rip you tool off?"

I laughed. Honestly, it wasn't a big deal to me. What happened to me and Shadowed also happened to every other Wildling boy. It was like a right of passage really.

"We are taught to think like animals," I explained. "Which means we think in terms of a pack. My dad was an alpha male and Shadow and I went into our first musk. It was a mark that we were men. Men in general are always a threat to other men in the pack, especially the alpha. So he tried to drive us away. It didn't work because we wanted to stay with our mother. Then it came down to 'leave or let me rip off your deep-V-diver.' The choice was pretty easy."

"And that's not traumatizing at all?"

"I didn't particularly enjoy it but it was just a part of growing up. Like I said, it happens to all of us."

Amy looked down.

"Don't feel bad for me," I purred, coming closer to her.

"It's not that," Amy peeped. "I'm just wondering if you'd do that to your sons."

"Our sons," I corrected her.

She nodded and blushed, scratching the back of her head. "Our sons."

I sighed, pushing the question around in my mind. I had never really thought about it. I guess I just expected I would one day. It was the same as when parents kick their kids out to make them go into the real world. It was just a very different way of going about it.

"I don't think I will," I decided. "I don't find other males as threatening when they're related to me. Besides, it would upset you too much."

Amy sighed in relief. "That's good to know."

"Why? Do you want to make some sons," I teased her, pinning her against a nearby tree.

"Let's focus on literally saving your balls before we think about that."

"Or maybe we should enjoy the one-eyed yogurt slinger while it's still here," I suggested.

She giggled. "One, I am never going to be able to eat yogurt ever again and two, how many names do you have for your penis?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just pretty good with words. I could probably come up with more."

"Please don't."

"Excalibur, heat seeking moisture missile, Vlad the impaler, womb broom, tuna torpedo-"

"You're banished to the couch if you say another one."

I gasped, holding my breath and puffing out my cheeks. "Can I just say one more?"

She gave me a little smirk and I took it as a yes.

"Herman the Worman."

"So now you ruined yogurt and a beloved children's poem for me. Thanks a lot!"

I purred in her ear, hoping not to punched in the stomach for being too forward. "I love you."

"I don't care," she said, fighting off a smile.

"Yes you do," I moved my hands to her sides and traced my fingers there. I felt her stomach jolt as she began to laugh violently. "Come on, you care."

"Sonic! Stop it! That tickles!" She squealed.

I felt her body up against mine. The way my little attack made her fall into my arms was perfect. I loved the breath taking closeness. Was it natural to feel this attached to someone? I never thought it was possible before. I needed her the way I needed the air to breath. I could have her, couldn't I? If I wanted could I just take her right here and now? I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. But we had business to take care of. I stopped tickling her as she stood up straight, still in my arms. She looked me in the eye, confused by my smiling face.

"What is it?" She asked.

I kissed her gently, soaking in the feeling of her lips on mine as though it was our last kiss. She kissed back with just as much sincerity. A chill ran up my spine as my nose caught Lionel's scent coming closer. He was almost here. I wasn't finished quite yet though.

"I love you," she moaned against my lips.

I pulled her closer. What a beautiful moment. What a beautiful woman.

"Amy! Amy, are you there?" Lionel's voice called distantly.

I separated from her lips, dipping my head down and kissing up her neck. "I...I'm here-oh, mmh."

The sound of her moaning through her words was satisfying. I wanted more but we'd have to wait. I slipped off her leaving her free. She stayed leaning on the tree and shot me a smile. It was time. I clicked my tongue. Howls started up near by. Now I'd just have to hide and wait. Into the bush I went to watch my mate flirt with another man. Oh joy!

"Amy!" Lionel said, bursting into the clearing as the howling got louder. "What's going on?"

Amy leaned on the tree like a wounded dog, whining and making a scene. "Oh, Lionel, I'm so glad you're here! The Wildlings from the north pack have been lurking around here and I couldn't run away because...well...my foot...it...hurts."

"Why?"

"A BEAVER BIT IT!" Amy yelled, desperately grasping for an explanation.

Great job! Not, I tripped or I stumped my toe. A beaver bit my foot, that's perfectly logical.

Lionel, being the hopelessly infatuated idiot he was, didn't question a thing. "Well, I guess I'll have to carry you."

He wrapped his arm around her dainty waist and swung her up swiftly, holding her like a bride.

"Oh, you're sooooooo strong," Amy sighed like an impressed school girl.

"Why thank you," he flashed her a charming smile.

Meanwhile, I sat in a bush plotting his demise. My number one way to kill him, rip off his thing-a-ma-bobber. Wouldn't that be poetic justice. You want to cut off mine? I'll cut off yours first.

"Now let's get you out of-" He was cut off by a loud howl that I recognized as Shadow's.

Lionel made a mad dash for the path but couldn't go fast enough before a Wildling jumped down from an nearby tree, blocking his path. Amy screamed in fake fear as she wiggled in Lionel's arms. The lion started to back up into a tree as he saw that they were surrounded. Growls rose from the angry Wildlings. They didn't have to pretend to hate Lionel. They genuinely loathed city dwellers. This ought to be good. They nipped the air in front of them, closing in on the two.

Careful, I thought. Touch my woman and I'll have to kill you.

"What do we do?" Amy asked.

"I don't know," he panicked. "I'm not trained for this type of situation."

"I know what to do!" Amy said gleefully. "Sonic! Come!"

Lionel looked at her like she was a crazy person. "He's a Wildling! As soon as he gets a chance to rejoin a pack he will. Then we're dead meat!"

"You're wrong," she snapped. "Come on Sonic!"

"Can he even hear from this far away?"

"SONIC!" Amy let out a final impatient scream.

I bounced out of the bush and came charging, straight for my brother's throat. I tried to latch my teeth on. Shadow just swatted me aside. It was so on. I tackled his back as the rest of his patrol circled us, growling, snorting, egging us on. I could hear Amy's breath behind the wall of violent Wildlings. She held the air in her lungs, hoping that I was alright inside this makeshift fight ring. Hold on, Baby, I'll get threw this.

"Might as well put on a show while we're at it," Shadow whispered. "It would be suspicious if I just keeled over."

I nodded. None of my brother's pack-mates knew what was going on. They thought this was a real patrol, a real fight. If they knew that Shadow was doing this for the sake of his outcast brother and his city dweller mate he'd have his throat ripped out. This fight had to be believable, meaning I'd have to come out with a couple scratches.

Shadow was the first to make a move. He went for my neck, clawing at the base of my throat. The sting of a shallow wound hit me as I felt blood trickle down. I hissed, grabbing my brother's arm and flipping over, onto the ground. I toppled onto him, getting in a few claws of my own. He rolled over, getting himself up before charging at me again. I put my feet up in the air and used the force of his running to kick him right over my head. He rolled away and past the wall of Wildlings into a large tree. Another Wildling approached, seeking revenge for his defeated pack-mate. Shadow let out a uncharacteristic whine and grabbed his rib, pretending it was broken from contact with the tree. All his pack-mates froze to look me over before running to him, deciding his health was more important than dealing with me. They ran off into the woods, growling and howling in anger as they did. Their message was clear to me. If I ever showed my face here again I'd be dead meat.

"Sonic!" Amy screamed, running towards me. She knelt in the snow, and traced one of her clean white gloves on the gash right under my neck. "Are you okay?"

"It's just a scratch," I assured her, sitting up. "Don't worry about it."

She pulled her hand away from the cut. Blood covered her glove...a lot of blood. Maybe the wound was deeper than I thought.

"How did you do that?" Lionel said, jogging over. A look of amazement was spread across his face.

"I'm a born alpha," I chuckled. "It was pure testosterone."

"Testosterone you say?" Lionel said with a frown. "You couldn't protect Amy like that if you were fixed."

Amy put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I felt her shaky breath inhaling my scent. Her eyes were half-lidded in memory. "There are a lot of things he couldn't do if he were fixed." She whispered.

Was that hormones I heard layering her voice or was it just my urges?

"Hmmm...maybe Hound and I need to reassess the situation," Lionel said, helping me and Amy out of the snow. "He's aggressive but that's a necessary trait for a guard dog."

Perhaps there was hope for us yet.

So, Sonic and Amy are dealing with their hormones while trying to survive this crazy, backwards world. Lionel...he needs to think of a compromise to cutting off Sonic's little friend. I wonder what he'll come up with. I can promise that Lionel's solution will drive Sonic crazy...and Amy too. Muahahahaha! Anyways, review and share your thoughts! :)