xx.d; Sorry. This should have been out a long time ago, but I couldn't think of anything to write, 'specially with all the hype about Anthem of Our Dying Day. Some people requested to end this story on a somewhat serious note.

Thanks to everyone that reviewed the last chapter! (Author got lazy.) The inspirational music is Rocketeer by Far East Movement.


It's a Technician Thing
F i n a l é

"Someone's broken into the shrine."

Tails wasn't a particularly religious person, but 'shrine' meant a lot of things in his world. In this case it just happened to be Gigan Rocks, meaning that there was a high possibility whatever Eggman had disrupted was going to piss of some ancient civilisation or give way to some stupid curse that would turn Sonic into a were-hog at night.

"And what is Eggman after this time?"

Wave strode in, wearing black fingerless gloves on top of her regular attire. This was worrying; it probably meant that they were in for one hell of a ride. Tails had just slipped on a pair of jeans. He was lacing up his sneakers when she came in and tapped a small bottle she had given him three years ago; one that was meant to bring Cosmo's flower back from the dead.

"Looks like Eggman has interested himself in the fabled Babylon secrets of a necromancer," the swallow declared.

"Well then, what are we waiting here for? We've got to go find him and stop him right?" the now fifteen year old declared picking up an oil stained shirt from the floor. Wave was hesitant though. She had come in with a sense of urgency, but now she was leaning against his doorframe, amused, "What?"

She grinned as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, smoothing over his bangs, "You haven't noticed? This isn't exactly how all of our previous adventures began. Entrances are action packed, involving combat. Explosions. Snarky dialogue. Failure on your team's part."

He rolled his eyes, standing so that he was now eye-level with her. She reached forward and ran a hand down his arm flirtatiously, "How is this any different from the moment we met?"

She scoffed playfully, blue eyes twinkling with mischief, looping her arms around his neck, "Lesse; you're not so hopeless at Extreme Gear any more."

"I wasn't hopeless in the first place."

"Our teams don't fight anymore."

"Your team always started the fights."

"And we can't forget how drop-dead-gorgeous you are now," she smirked, running the back of her knuckles against Tails' cheek, loving the way his cheeks coloured at the embarrassing compliment.

"Hush," he laughed, touching his forehead to hers gently.

"Oh, and then there's this…" she leant forward quickly, brushing her lips against his softly and smoothly, igniting sparks in his veins at the way she tugged at the front of his shirt to bring him closer, fingertips running through the fur at the back of his neck.

He came away from their kiss as he always did. Dazed. Happy. Amazed. Ecetera.

"Yeah… there's always that."

"Hurry up, Kitty, we've got a madman to stop."

She made him feel excited, like everything he tried with her was something new. But she stuck to the fragments of the past to make him feel familiar and warm.

"You're never going to stop calling me that, are you?"

"You're always going to be younger than me Tails. I can't wait for the day when you accept that," she laughed, detaching herself from him with a small peck to his cheek.

He watched her flounce off and grab his Gear with an immense amount of pride, pouncing and slinging her around the hips, placing three chaste kisses to the back of her neck. She burst into a fit of giggles and brought his head around to give him a longer, more passionate kiss.

Now that he was reflecting on the past he thought of how many times the amazing woman in front of her had changed him for the better. To think… they'd once been enemies.

Flight. Gear. Mechanics. Conflicting teams. Their worlds were linked by these similarities. Now… now they're connected by something far, far stronger than that. And not even his genius capabilities could explain it properly.

"We're not that different? Are we?" he asked.

"Your favourite song is still Jasey Rae."

"And you still like pepperoni pizza. Yeah… maybe it's just 'us'."


"Yeah… us."

She smiled, taking a moment to smooth over his bangs, an affection gesture he was rapidly getting used to.

"You're cute, Tails. Don't ever change. Now… let's fly."

xx.d; It's a little fragmented, but rounding off the story was proving more difficult than I thought. I can't believe how horrible I am at writing romance now. I'm more accustomed to writing violence.

Well, that wraps up It's a Technician Thing... for now.