Chapter I


Rain battered down in endless torrents against the glass windshield, making visibility nearly zero. The pink hedgehog in the cockpit gritted her teeth as she tried to navigate through the storm.

"Tails, this is Amy; do you read me?"

A short pause.


All that answered was static.

The small plane suddenly lurched, the rough winds throwing it around like a rag doll in the hands of a two year old boy.

Was that…land ahead? Yes! She was saved as long as she could land this heap of scraps! With sweat pouring down her forehead she eased the aircraft foreword and…

Without warning she lost control and the flying machine began doing dizzying flips and spirals. The natural thing to do was scream, which was what she did.

I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!

With a loud screeching of metal against earth she crashed into solid ground. Her head smashed into the control panel and her arm was wrenched painfully backwards. Her screaming continued as the plane skidded along the ground for several more seconds until it came to a jerking stop in the mud.

Panting heavily, she tried to clear her foggy mind, shakily unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the partially smashed door. As she crawled out part of the metal caught and ripped her dress while also scratching her leg. Ignoring it she finally made it out into the pouring rain, letting herself get drenched.

Without any delay the plane exploded, sending her flying off her feet and into a nearby tree as bits of burning metal whizzed by. The hedgehog groaned, rubbing her aching forehead where she could feel a bump forming.

"Why is everything…spinning…?"

Before she could lift herself off the ground blackness invaded her vision.



She opened her eyes drowsily, blinking a few times before she bolted upright. She regretted that move almost instantly. With a groan she laid back again until her brain registered the feeling of being comfortable and…warm. Hastily looking around she found herself in a large room with worn marble walls and pillars. It was…amazing.

"Wow…I wonder how I got here…"

"I carried you."

Her eyes searched frantically back and forth for the source of the voice, panic rising in her chest.

"Who's there?"

Something moved in the shadows nearby and she locked her eyes onto it. After a few moments it finally stepped out into the dim light. It was a scarlet color and from what she could tell had a male face.

But she didn't know what it was. It looked like a hedgehog yet…didn't.

"What are you?"

It glared.

"Never heard of an echidna?"

"A…" she blinked. "That's hogwash, you can't be an echidna. They all died out."

"What are you doing on my island?"

She noticed how quickly he changed the subject.

"Your island? I didn't know this was an island. My plane crash-landed here."

"I figured as much…"

"Why did you help me?"

Silence hung over them for a while until he started to speak again.

"Because I wanted to. I won't just leave someone to die even if they are trespassing."

"Well I didn't know I was trespassing."

"You are."

"Sorry, it's not really my fault. That stupid storm…"

She raised her fist in the air, and at that moment realized that her wounds had been treated. Her fingers gingerly touched the bandages wrapped around her forehead.

"I'm not exactly the best medic, sorry," the echidna mumbled, turning his back.

"Thank you…so…what's your name?"


"I'm Amy Rose. Pleased to meet you Knuckles."

"You must leave as soon as your injuries have healed."


"Because you aren't supposed to be here!"

His voice had suddenly gotten threatening, and she flinched.

"Why not? Do you live here all alone?"

"That's none of your beeswax."

"Don't you get lonely?"



"Get up, I need to take a look at your plane and I don't want you snooping around here."

Amy shakily got to her feet, her legs wobbling a bit.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"A few days. Come on."

He walked over and grabbed her arm with one gloved hand. She finally noticed the deadly looking spikes on his fists.

"W-What are those for?" she asked quietly.

He narrowed his eyes.

"For keeping out intruders."


Amy looked at the wreckage of her plane, frowning.

"I don't think I'll be able to fix it…why do I need it anyway?"

"Try looking over there."

She glanced at the direction he had pointed, doing a double take.

"No…no way…"

They were in the sky. Clouds could be seen; close enough to touch if one were to reach out over the edge. The white masses of water looked like fluffy white cotton candy to the pink hedgehog.

"You weren't kidding when you said this place was an island! How far up are we?"

"I don't know."

"How long have you lived up here?"

"As long as I can remember."

"Wow…what do you do here?"

"I guard something. I'm sorta surprised you haven't figured that out yet…"

"Well, that's what I would've guessed. So…do you have to stay here…for the rest of your life? That sounds a bit boring."

"It's not. Especially when intruders try to steal my emerald. Then it gets interesting."

She shuddered at his venom dripped voice, though tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. He had helped her, so he couldn't be that bad…right?


Purple eyes looked away.

"It doesn't matter. I'll need to find some way to get you down from here. Soon."

"Why do you want me to leave so badly? It's not like I'm going to try and steal whatever it is you're guarding. I'm not that stupid."

"Sure. That's what they all say."

"Look here! I'm injured, my plane just crashed leaving me with no way to leave, and I didn't its not like I didn't have a reason for flying out in the middle of a storm!" she yelled at him, fighting back the tears trying to escape her eyelids.

The red creature paused (she wasn't willing to call him an echidna yet), obviously trying to see if she was lying or not.

"I do doubt that you're going to try anything while injured, but I'm not going to trust you just because of that."

"How would anyone even get up here in the first place if they couldn't fly? It doesn't seem like you would get very many quests.'

"I don't; and I like it that way. You must promise to tell no one of this place after you leave."

"I can do that."

"Come on, I'll see what materials I have here and then find out what to do about your transportation."

Amy followed him back into the lush forest. Bushes surrounded them on all sides as did trees of all different types. Vines hung from branches. Gorgeous orange and purple flowers were blooming everywhere and you could see glimpses of the now clear sky through the canopy of leaves.

"It sure is nice here…nothing like on the ground. Have you ever seen the ground?"

"Not up close."

"That's kind of sad…"

"Had you ever seen this island up close?"



"That's different though! I mean, it's a floating island for crying out loud!"


"The clouds are covering it up more then half of the time! I thought this place was just some dumb old legend."

"Well it's not."

"I think it would be lonely up here. All by yourself…no one to talk to…"

"Who needs words? Action gets you further in life."

"Says you."

They came to a cave and Knuckles walked leisurely inside. Amy hesitated. With a growl of annoyance he turned back and grabbed her hand with his much larger one, pulling her along. Even though she wasn't in the least bit attracted to him she still felt her checks heat up. Thank the lord for pink fur and dark caves.

She tripped on a rock. Okay, maybe dark caves weren't exactly a blessing. It was a wonder how her companion could steer through the winding passageway without missing a beat. Like he knew it by heart. It was automatic to stare down at her hand, which caused her to look at the spikes on his fists again. It made her sick to think of how easily he could punch someone's face in with those hands. How easily he could probably kill someone and not think twice about it.

He looked back when he felt her shiver, frowning although he knew she couldn't see it.

"What's wrong?" he asked gruffly.

"I was just…thinking…"


"…Your hands…"

"What about them?"

"They're scary."

He blinked, which was also invisible to her.

"Why is that?"

"It's just…I can imagine how easy it would be to…to…to just…clobber someone; to kill them."

She didn't notice his slight pause.

"I've never killed anyone, though I would if necessary."


"So why were you flying during a storm?" he asked, facing forward again.

"I…I was mad. And…devastated…"


"Someone I loved rejected me."

Knuckles didn't respond. Silence settled between them and the pink hedgehog distracted herself with her thoughts. She wished she could see his expression but it was impossible in the darkness of the cave, and once more she thought of how unlucky the situation was.

There were so many questions she wished to ask, like if he really, REALLY was an echidna. And if he was, how was he alive? The legend she had grow up being told was that long ago, before her grandparent's grandparents, there had been a warrior race with red fur that protected some great power. After a while, they mysteriously disappeared and let no trace. They simply vanished.

Many people had searched for the floating island where they had supposedly resided but none had found it. So it became a legend, a stupid old story that she hated hearing from the elder hedgehogs.

"…How old are you?" she asked hesitantly.

To tell the truth, he didn't look very old to her. She was curious though. What if whatever power he guarded had the ability to make him look really young or something?

He frowned invisibly once more.

"I'm fifth-teen. Why would you care about something as stupid as that?"

"I-I…I just…I don't know…I've heard so many strange stories about this place that it made me wonder if you could like…you know…"

"Stay young forever?" He scoffed. "Yeah right. Immortality is impossible."

Once more silence hung heavily, suffocating the air. Amy fidgeted, starting to feel uncomfortable knowing that she had never held a guys hand for this long. That thought only made her spirits sink when it made her remember him. She hated to admit it, but she still was in love with the person who had just recently shattered her heart.

Now this had happened. Which she wasn't very happy about. Here she was, stuck on some stupid island with this strange Knuckles guy. She didn't even know if she could trust him to not hurt her. He didn't trust her after all.

"Watch your step, there's a ledge here," she heard from the darkness.


Amy tripped, dragging Knuckles down with her. Both of them rolled several meters down the sloped path until they slammed into a stone wall. Amy groaned. Knuckles pushed her off and stood, growling.

"Didn't I just tell you to watch your step?!" he asked with mounting fury.

Amy also got to her feet.

"It would have helped if you had warned me earlier!" she countered.

For a few seconds they glared at one another. The echidna turned away, grabbing her wrist roughly and dragging her through the remainder of the passageway. Amy blinked, waiting for her eyes to adjust when they entered a room lit by sunlight that came through a hole in the rocky ceiling. Grand pillars supported the room. They were carved with intricate patterns, depicting what looked like echidnas doing various things. An emerald was a constantly reoccurring image.

"Stop staring and start walking. I don't have all day to baby-sit you."

She followed him through a crumbling doorway and into a torch-lit room. Bits of metal were scattered everywhere; on old shelves and on the marble floor which was probably white under its personal coat of dust. Knuckles began rummaging through the dirty piles.

"Sit over there and don't touch anything," he commanded with an absent gesture to his right.

Amy did as she was told, not really wanting to get on his bad side. As far as she could tell he was quick to anger and wouldn't hesitate to give her a few bruises. Quickly she became bored. The only thing to do was watch Knuckles sorting through scrape metal. This didn't appeal to her, but since there was nothing better to do she did so anyway.

Now that she looked harder, he didn't really look like a hedgehog. For one, his tail was too long. The long quills were different too, along with that red fur color. She'd never seen any creature with red fur before. Not to say blue wasn't strange…

She shook her head. Don't think about him, she told herself, concentrating again on watching her companion.

Knuckles had half of his attention of his task and half of it on Amy. Needless to say it was giving him a headache and he wished she hadn't landed on his island at all. He almost wished he hadn't helped her, though he quickly abolished that thought. No matter what others said he wasn't a monster.

"Why does this island float?" Amy asked suddenly.

Knuckles glared. Opps; forgot to tell her to shut up, he thought with dismay.

"None of your business. It won't matter anyway because you'll be leaving soon," he replied icily.

"Is being an inconsiderate jerk in your contract or something?"

He narrowed his eyes.

"I would watch it if I were you."

"You can't just boss everyone around! I'm a person too! Don't treat me like I'm some worthless rock!"

Amy wasn't sure why she was verbally assaulting him. She wanted to say it wasn't because of him, though she knew she couldn't.

"Watch. Your. Mouth."

"I don't have to! You think I want to have to deal with someone like you?! I bet you've never even seen other people! It sure would explain how you're treating me!"

"Don't talk about things you don't understand!" he yelled back, rounding on her and baring his sharp teeth.

The pink hedgehog didn't back down.

"You're so unfriendly I wouldn't be surprised if no one cared! What, did they just leave you here because they couldn't stand you?!"

"I helped you! Why are you attacking me for it?!"

"Because it's like you're not helping me! All you want is to get me off this stupid island!"

"And you want to stay here?!"

"Not like you would care! You never even took the time to get to know me a little!"

"Why do you think that is?!"

"It's because the only person you care about is yourself!"

"If I only cared about myself why did I run out in the pouring rain to save you and then heal you?! Answer that!"

Amy went silent, tears streaming down her face. Without another word she turned tail and fled. Knuckles stood there for a moment, before he growled and chased after her.

"Amy! Get back here!"

"You can't make me!"

She ran back blindly through the room filled with columns, weaving between them until she reached the shadowy cave entrance. No longer caring about stubbed toes she sprinted through the darkness. Knuckles chased after her.

Before she knew it the forest surrounded her. Leaves shielded her from the sunlight and bushes blocked her path more then once.

"Amy! Stop!"

She ignored him and continued running.


His almost worried tone almost made her pause. Almost. She gasped when the trees seemed to disappear around her, leaving her exposed in a clearing. Carefully looking around she determined the best escape route. She placed a foot forward, yelping when there was a soft whooshing noise.


Something slammed into her. The small hedgehog was knocked clean off her feet. When the stars cleared from her vision she blinked, focusing on what had bowled her over.

It was Knuckles.

"What the heck?!" she accused, brow furrowed in annoyance.

Knuckles gave her an icy look as he sat up.

"Crap…" he murmured, looking at his arm.

Amy could see what looked like a dart imbedded into his flesh.

"…What's that?" she asked slowly.

"Thanks to your stupidity you could have been seriously hurt. There are traps all over this island; some set by me and others not."

"I don't need saving!"

The echidna grimaced.

"Sure you don't…"

He swayed a bit, pulling out the dart and throwing it aside.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked quickly, noticing how unsteady he looked.

"Orange flower. You saw it near the plane crash. Get it."



She scrambled to her feet, clumsily running off into the undergrowth, albeit a little more carefully then before.

Why had he saved her like that? It had probably given her a few bruises though she wasn't complaining. No one had ever risked themselves for her before. Especially not him.

She warily continued, soon finding herself back at the site of her impressive crash. The orange flowers were just as she remembered them; beautiful as they swayed in the slight breeze. If she hadn't been in such a hurry she might have stopped to simply watch them. With no time to spare though she dashed forwards, picking several of the plants quickly.

Standing and turning she headed back into the brush, pausing for the first time.

"Where exactly…did I leave him?" she asked herself, worry creasing her brow.


Cliff hangers are fun.

Okay, I did not start this story recently I actually began writing it quite a long time ago. I really like it so I decided to share. If you guys like it, I'll continue it.

Yes, I'm stuck on my other stories...sadly. Headlock is giving me a headache and Cuts, Burns, And Bruises is shortly postponed so I can read some of Reverse.

The timeline of the story is sort of strange. This is before Sonic the Hedgehog three and yet Amy is older...

I like all Knuckles pairings (although I don't prefer things like SonicXKnuckles...) and the only reason this is AmyXKnux is because I didn't know about Julie-Su or Tikal at the time. My only problem with RougeXKnux is: What would their kid look like?!

I think you all know who him is lol I have nothing against SonXAmy. It just seems like Sonic always pushes her away.

Please Read and Review if you want this story to continue. No reviews, no more chapters because it discourages me.

Have a wonderful day =)