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Have a short Christmas omake to show this isn't dead. I guess you could also see it as a potential 'Amy' ending of sorts. Though I won't write a Dr Robotnik version of it unless the fancy strikes me. Anyway enjoy and until the next real chappie.

"Done!" Amy looked down at the fixed engine with a satisfied smile. Metal Sonic had managed to bust his in the middle of a fight (You get a cookie if you can guess the likely individual he fought, hint, he is blue and fast) and she was the only one who was willing to try and fix it. With his help.

Metal let out an approving hum as he turned his head to look up at her. Ever since his 'failure' during the Little Planet adventure, his creator had lost interest in him and left him for scrap. If the pink hedgehog hadn't found him last winter, he would have just remained there, perfectly aware of his surroundings but too apathetic to move, believing that one that failed their mission should die. As it turned out she was far more stubborn than him though and so eventually he came to the conclusion that since she insists on having him in her life. He might as well accept that fact.

"Thank you," he grunted, voice box a bit glitchy but overall working as intended.

"No problem!" She held up the device in the air, an air of victory over her. "It's as good as new."

Hyperbole really, as the engine looked more clumsily held together by lesser materials as substitute and thus wouldn't ever work as efficiently as it once did until properly repaired. But as long as it's good enough to fly with then Metal could simply procure the needed materials by himself.

"With my guidance, you'll even surpass the hedgehog's little sidekick." He stated with pride.

"Oh, I don't know about that. This really isn't something I'm that passionate about," she shrugged off the compliment but a smile remained on her face, before she removed to fake a glare.

"And that aside… what did I tell you about looking for a fight?" Ah, she didn't forget. Great.

"...He started it." Metal Sonic said back dejectedly.

"Uhuh, how?" Amy asked back, tone clearly skeptical.

"By not leaving me alone," that wasn't a lie, ever since the blue blur noticed the bond Metal had with Amy and that he was no longer working for the o'l Doctor….it must mean he's got someone to race with now! Or taunt into a spar! The friendly enemy kind where no real murder is attempted!

Doesn't mean Metal isn't afraid to play rough though. Part of him still didn't forgive the hedgehog for almost accidentally ending the life of his creator back when he believed the latter had disposed off Amy Rose once he realized her presence was 'compromising' his flawless murder machine. It isn't a rational emotion, but when Metal feels strongly about something. He feels strongly about it!

That and he's part both of the reason that Metal can't have two cakes and eat them both. The cakes being a metaphor for having had to lose the bond he had with his creator instead of having both him and Amy Rose in his life. A selfish, bittersweet feeling for sure. But that's how the die have rolled.

"I don't feel like I should believe you," Amy disturbed his gloomy thoughts with a rare trace of sass, her eyebrows furrowed in that little way that gives her an almost smug look. The sight of which he felt made his stoic countenance start to break, not that he could smile. But a part of him at least felt content with the fact she was still in his life. And he wouldn't change that if he could.

"Anyway, changing the subject...how about you take me on a test flight now?"

Metal put one claw under his pointy nose to convey a frown. "Are you sure that's safe?"

Amy wasn't discouraged. "Puh-lease, you've already done it once! But then I was kind of too panicked to really enjoy it. Feel the wind on my face like you and Miles."

"I do not posses the sensors necessary to feel that kind of touch."

"But you still know what it's like to conquer the sky," she shot back. "As awesome as jumping on a red spring is, I can't get that kind of experience without the aid of either of you. And even then Miles would just drop me after a few seconds! Unlike you, who can't get tired."

Metal remained unconvinced. "It's too dangerous, my claws are far too sharp to gently carry someone, let alone at the usual speeds I go at to remain consistently in the air in the first place."

Amy frowned. She figured that his sourpuss nature might get in the way, but she wasn't about to give up. As might as he might deny it, there was a soft side to Metal. "Aw, don't be a stick in the mud!"

"I'm not being a stick in the mud," he replied deadpan, then stared out the window. Christmas lights were set everywhere in the quaint little town Amy's home is at. He was starting to grow accustomed to the sight of the various Mobians living in peace alongside nature instead of the drab metal coated over the Doctor's territory and the lack of life in his fellow badniks. Still he had to repress the occasional sensation of 'wrongness' he felt upon seeing unclaimed territory prime for the taking and remind himself that he wasn't a badnik anymore and thus that kind of thought should be ignored.

"Please? It's just this once!"

Metal knew he shouldn't turn his head, but he did anyway, and found himself reuniting with one of his most dreaded foes...The Eyes.

The Eyes were what he had dubbed as Amy's ability to make her eyes unusually large and sparkly. Though it seemed to happen involuntarily when she was excited, she could also do it on command, mainly as a tool of manipulation. This technique's only fellow user was the little fox attached to the hedgehog's hip though it had a far lesser effect on him. Once even the hedgehog attempted it in jest and it took every bit of self control Metal to put only a bit of his strength as he jabbed his face.

Naturally, his iron will started to crumble shamefully fast as he looked at her. She had done so much for him and if he could repay the favor by doing such a simple request. Who was he to refuse her?

"Fine," he faked a sigh, standing up and taking out some woolly gloves from the coat rack to lessen the edges of his hands. "But just this once."

"Yes! Thank you!" Amy pumped her fist, breaking into a huge smile. In one bound she was already onto his shoulders. Using the curves of his head as an impromptu seat and his ears as a handhold. She barely weighted anything to him but still part of his pride stung at being ridden like a horse.

"Are you ready?" he asked as he opened the window, peering out over the village.

He felt her shift her position a bit and her hands tighten on his ears. "Yes!"

"Let's go!" He leapt out the window, and the small cliff the house was set on before turning on his engine. For a moment they were in free-fall, and Amy let out a shrieking laugh that was nearly lost in the winds rushing by them.

"This is aweeeeeeesssssssssooooooooommmm!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, her words devolving into another happy yell as his speed increased and they went soaring above the clouds.

Metal's flight stabilized soon after and the rest of the flight fell into an easy rhythm. Amy was still laughing above him, and much to his dismay, he felt joy rise from within his own processors, happy that even without per se fulfilling his original purpose, his body can still make someone else happy.

"Is it what you expected?" he asked after half a minute.

"It's better!" Amy yelled, lifting her hands up to feel the winds on them and touch the clouds.

Metal slowly started descending, to get a better view of the Christmas light blessed town. Showing a bird's eye view of the place that few people could ever see. Other than that, he did not deviate.

"Do a cool trick!" she suddenly urged him.

"What? Does this not satisfy?" he replied dryly.

"Nope."

"Tricks are unnecessary."

"Tricks are fun! Come ooon, do it or I'll tell everyone else that's something Sonic got you beat!"

That's unacceptable. Metal silently concluded that he would indulge her, if only to escape the smug look and harassment he'd get from the blue blur once those words inevitably reach his stupid ears.

For the trick, he unleashed a large burst of speed before stopping his engine, sending them flying high. Amy's yelp of surprise turned into a laugh as he did a barrel roll alongside a full flip before returning to his normal flight. Revealing that the smoke trail he left behind showed his own face.

"Do more!" she urged again, looking at the tiny ants looking up on the busy street below.

"Wasn't that enough?" he sighed.

"No, do more! Have some fun!"

"You're an absolute slave driver," he griped. "But if it's fun you want, it's fun you'll get." With that, he let his momentum carry him higher into the air again, but this time, he didn't do any flip.

Instead he turned down his engine, and they went into free fall. Position shifted so the both of them are holding hands as they fall stomach down to the ground, with the occasional spin or two.

Amy yelled, her voice being ripped away by the wind whistling past her. The ground was coming up fast.

Metal caught and made a screenshot of her face as it was without a doubt one of the funniest things he had ever seen. They were in no danger of course, but in free fall she seemed to think they were doomed. He turned his engine on, and then she was in his arms as he flied down gently to the street.

"You did that on purpose!" she complained the moment they landed and he let her go.

"I would never harm an innocent life," Metal replied, unable to keep the smile out of his voice. He hung back against a wall with one foot, wanting to give her a bit of a break. Amy in turn just moved in front of him and jumped on top of a short wall just so she could loom over him with indignation.

"I said to do something fun, not give me a heart attack!" she complained.

Metal opened his mouth to respond, but her cutesy glare, coupled with the uncharacteristic expression of horror only moments before, proved too much for even his restrained self.

Amy frowned as she saw his body start to quiver. At first she thought something was wrong, until she heard it.

He was laughing. The fact it was the first time he ever did so was kinda ruined by how evil it sounded, like he was supposed to be on top of a cliff or a tower while thunder boomed in the background. The way his crimson eyes seemed to gleam maliciously didn't help either.

Still the unrestrained joy in his voice though shocking was also contagious.

"You… you should have seen your face!" he managed, before laughing like a villain on TV again.

"I thought you were going to get us killed!" Amy complained, trying to keep a straight face to no use as her indignation began to melt away.

After a few more moments, Metal Sonic recovered, "Come on, do you really think me that stupid?"

"I guess not," she said, a grin working its way onto her face. "But I said to do something fun."

"You told me to have fun, so I did. Besides, you wanted to feel the wind on your face."

She tried to look mad, but found that she couldn't, and laughed. He had technically done what she asked. "Okay, well warn me next time."

Metal huffed. "I was under the understanding it was just this once."

Amy just smiled again, wondering how long it would take for him to give in the next time she asked. "At least I won't tell Sonic that he's more daring than you."

"You better not."

She turned to look at their surroundings. Plenty of other people were enjoying company with each other, children playing in the snow, elderly sitting in warm cafe's. "This is a great day."

Metal made a noise of agreement as he came to stand beside her. "I suppose there is a joy in celebrating even the most...arbitrary festivities."

"Oh, does that mean you don't believe in Santa?" she asked, not that surprised.

"The simple aspect of differing timezones means it'd be impossible for anyone, let alone me or a certain hedgehog to travel across the entire world to give presents to children in just one night."

Amy let out 'tsk!' noise as she shaked her head, "Ah, Metal, Metal, Metal….you poor disbeliever."

"Don't you know Santa uses the special zones as his main form of transport? He throws a large golden ring in the air and whatever location he wants to appear in, the ring will lead him to!"

"I do not believe you." Metal stated, attempting to be flat but amusement creeped into his voice.

She grinned. "Oh, you'll see the light eventually."

They stood there for a few minutes longer, Metal following once Amy took some interest a few shops.

"Alright, we should probably head home," Amy said once she was done drinking a hot cup of choco. "We still gotta make a cake for the big day! Everyone is counting on us after all!"

Metal agreed, then faked another sigh once Amy showed the universal motion of 'pick me up. "You're getting lazy."

"If you say so." Amy smiled again as she wrapped him in her little finger.

"I do say so," Metal said, but deep down he had a feeling this was the first of many times he'd be flying around with her, and he found he didn't mind it so much.

Happy Christmas.