Title's a work in progress for this one. It's AU, where Sonic was born into a world where Eggman ruled. It's completely AU, but I might manage to fit in some game references. This particular clip is probably going t be pretty far into the story (I write in segments. At some point I'll start from the beginning and work my way to this clip) and I'll let the story do the rest of the talking.
Sonic paused and bit his lip at the pitiful whine that came from behind him. He slowly turned at the quiet moan, back towards the rubble that had just fallen. He swallowed as he looked at the black and red shape buried beneath it. The white-splashed chest heaved, and a croaky wheeze escaped it. One bare hand pulled weakly at the concrete, begging for purchase to pull its legs free. The other hand was curled limply against its chest at an angle that didn't belong in nature.
The blue hedgehog looked back in the direction of the exit, then back at the other hedgehog as it began to pant heavily, and its weak struggles for freedom stopped.
He whirled and began flinging some of the smaller chunks away from the pile. The red gaze was half open, one eye shut firmly, the other barely open as it watched him. Sonic grunted as his meager upper body strength was put to the test when he began hefting the larger rocks away from the black hedgehog. He stopped at a strange noise that came out an awkward gurgle. He looked over at it, giving his arms a moment to recover, before it tried again. "You….helping…me?" It croaked weakly.
"You can talk?" Sonic looked down at it in shock, for a moment stunned out of his exhaustion. It barely nodded, then weakly repeated the question. "Yes. I am helping you." The blue hedgehog grunted, pushing his hands under a particularly heavy piece.
"But you…I…attacked you…" The black hedgehog coughed, curling up half-heartedly.
Sonic staggered as he shoved the rock away. "And if you do it again, then it's a mistake I'll live with." He grunted, hefting another out of the way. "Or possibly die with." He added. "Right now, I don't know what to think of you."
The dark hedgehog didn't speak again and instead went limp, offering strained breathing every now and again, proving it was still alive. Sonic staggered backwards and fell heavily against the wall as he stared at the imposing mound of rubble in front of him. He lowered himself to the floor, his quills leaving light scratches on the concrete wall, as he buried his face in his hands.
"Leave."
He looked up at the scratchy voice. "What?"
"Leave. You…cannot…free…" It trailed off again. Sonic was starting to wonder if dramatic trail-offs were mandatory for someone buried under rubble.
"I'm going to get you out from under there." He answered quickly. Just don't know when.
"Why?"
"Why?" Sonic repeated, looking at the dark hedgehog, who still hadn't turned to him. All he could see was the top of its head.
"Why are you trying to save me?" It was the first complete sentence he'd heard from the other hedgehog. And for some reason, it was the completeness that hit Sonic hard.
He'd horribly maimed it…no, not it. Him.
He'd horribly maimed him on multiple occasions without a second thought. He'd never thought it to be sentient until now. Before, it was some incomplete, patched together creature. Now it was a sentient, complete hedgehog. All because it had uttered a complete sentence.
A horrible stone fell in Sonic's stomach and he swallowed. "Because I got you into that mess. And no one deserves to suffer." He whispered.
I'm very fond of this clip. I don't know what it is about it, but something feels so complete about it.
Anyway, if you like the way this sounds, then tell me and I might post the story!