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Love's Resistance	By : CearaIvory Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 1391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Before I start, the chapter let me open with some words about the overall message or theme of this story. There are a few themes such as fate, obviously love, and dealing with grief. All are very important. However, the biggest theme is Don’t Judge. Don’t judge a person until you can really understand their life and how they grew up. Manic and Sonic both admitted an animosity for the aristocracy. They believe their lives to be all peaches and cream. They have their money, their titles, etc; they have everything at the expense of the lower class. However, Bartleby’s letter, the part concerning how he grew up, said quite simply that the upper class does not have everything. They may have money, titles, and big mansions to live in, but they lack a very crucial thing. That is true happiness. They looked at Bartleby and saw a spoiled brat, in love with himself and his money most of all. What they didn’t know is that Bartleby, like many noble children, was emotionally neglected as a child. Not emotionally abused, that would be his parents and caretakers going out of their way to make him feel like shit. That’s different. It’s bad and leaves just as bad scars but when I say emotionally neglected, I mean, he didn’t have someone giving hugs and telling him that they loved him. His parents nor his caretakers could not be arsed to take time out of their busy day just to play with him. His parents did spoil him, but financially and materially. He was told, growing up, that money was the root to happiness and that he HAD to love himself or no one would. Sonia turned that ideal on its head because Aleena chose a noble woman she knew WOULD take time out of her day to care for Sonia as a mother would. Sonia was spoiled materially, but she also knew real love.
So yeah, don’t judge. Don’t condone their actions but don’t judge either. You don’t know how they lived or grew up or what they’ve been through, so you can just sit down and shut up.
If you haven’t noticed, I really love Bartleby as a character. He’s not particularly well written, this is DiC we’re talking about. However, for what we got out of him, he was a great character. I always saw that yes, he loved Sonia in canon. How do I know this? He is characterized as selfish, self-loving, and loves money and he has in with Robotnik. How easy would it be for him to say, “Robotnik, I can get you the Hedgehogs, hell I can get you the Resistance.” Sonia would have fallen for any trap if Bartleby were involved, because she trusts him. Yet, he never does. Not only that, he risks his freedom by associating himself with her openly and NOT turning her over to Robotnik. So yeah, turning down a chance at more riches and possibly a small position of power but also risking his very life. Yeah, he loves her. In the end, he’s a diamond with a few flaws.
I would also like to address the adult nature of their relationship, while we’re here, since I can feel you thinking it. I know some people are offended by even the implication that two characters might be doing it, especially when the fic is for a show classed for kids. And I also know a lot are turned off by the idea of two anthro-animal people (especially two different species) doing it. What you have to realize, first of all, is that often times, anthro-animals are metaphors for humans, so there goes that argument. Second, sex is a part of life. We have a very immature attitude when it comes to sex. Guys, I am going to rock your world here, but sex is a beautiful thing. It’s the ultimate expression of love between two people. The giving of your body to another is the greatest gift you can possibly give to your partner. This is why many theologies say one, and only one, and to wait for that one. We’re talking about your body, the most intimate part of yourself that you can give. Why should you give it away to just any Tom, Dick or Mary?
In this story, I use that ultimate expression of love to illustrate how much Sonia and Bartleby love each other. I personally prefer the idea of waiting for marriage myself, but I also recognize they are in wartimes and in a situation where marriage is not possible for them. They are lucky they can be together at all. If they put their lives on hold for sake of the war, than Robotnik’s won. Sometimes, you can’t have the ideal situation because this isn’t an ideal world. Sonia and Bartleby knew they wanted to be together as husband and wife, but they couldn’t, but they didn’t need a stupid piece of paper to know each together in the biblical sense of the term. This is a big reason why Bartleby didn’t have a problem telling his lawyer (I had him use the term solicitor because he strikes me as British for some reason) that Sonia was his wife. In his mind, she was, and so it technically wasn’t a lie.
Alright, I’m getting off my soapbox and on with the story. I just felt like I should explain some of my thoughts behind the way I’ve chosen to tell this story. I would love to hear what you think on the subject.

Chapter 8
“Promise me...”
Dingo sat in their hideout, thinking about what Bartleby and the last time they’d come to collect the tribute. He had been curious why Bartleby would ask him to look after Sonia, now he knew. It struck Dingo as strange that only a month after he’d made that promise, the aristocrat would perish.
“Well, I made a promise...I’ll keep it,” he said aloud to himself forgetting that Sleet was just in the kitchen.
The wolf came into the sitting area, a pair of whiskey glasses in his hands. He handed one to Dingo. “What promise?” Sleet asked.
Dingo took the whiskey. “Nothing Sleet...”
“Dingo...does this have something to do with Bartleby?” Sleet asked. He had been trying to get Dingo to divulge the detail of his private chat with the nobleman.
“Sleet, please, I told you. I promised not to tell...” Dingo insisted.
Sleet glared. “No, Dingo. Not this time. You tell me what he wanted. Because if what he asked jeopardizes our jobs, you’re going to have forget it!”
Dingo sighed as he sipped his drink. “Fine...he asked me to...look after Sonia...”
“What?” Sleet asked incredulously. “Why would he do that?”
“I don’t know Sleet, but he seemed convinced that it was necessary. He looked scared, Sleet, and not of me or even for himself,” Dingo looked down to see his reflection in the amber liquid. “He looked scared for Sonia. Sleet, I had to promise and I have to keep it. He wanted me to look after her if something happened to him and he couldn’t do it himself.”
Sleet stood up, throwing his glass at the wall. “So, putting our lives in danger once wasn’t enough, Dingo? You’re just gonna do what he asked without any thought for us!”
Dingo was properly ashamed of the implications. “I’ll be careful, Sleet. Robotnik will never find out. I’ll be discreet. And this week, we won’t have to worry. Remember the ceasefire?”
Sleet growled in his throat. “That ceasefire is only effective until midnight Sunday morning. Everyone will be at the palace for the Candlelight Vigil, including the hedgehogs. You remember what Robotnik said. At midnight, when it ends, we’re to grab the hedgehogs. How are you going to “look after her” under Robotnik’s own nose “discreetly?” You are a naive, gullible fool if you think you can pull that off. And if you’re caught, I won’t be able to cover for you again.”
Dingo put up his hands. “You won’t have to Sleet. I’ll be careful and if I am caught, I’ll make sure that Robotnik knows I did it on my own. You won’t be blamed.”
Sleet sat down with a defeated sigh. Why didn’t that muscled-buffoon get it? That wasn’t what he was worried about. But he could also see he was getting nowhere. For some reason, this incident had shaken his friend deeply. The only way he was going to get past it was by doing what was asked of him. He could understand wanting to keep what essentially sounded like a deathbed promise. “You swear you’ll be careful, you won’t let anyone see you around her?”
Dingo nodded emphatically. “I promise Sleet.” He put his glass down. “Um, well, I’m gonna go for a walk.” He couldn’t even say that he was going to start keeping his promise that evening.
Sleet groaned as Dingo wrapped a cloak around him. As if that would keep anyone from recognizing him. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, fighting a migraine. “You’re gonna get yourself killed, moron.” His head throbbed. How could he get Dingo to understand the danger he was putting himself in? How could he protect the man who was practically his brother?

When they were done at the mansion, as per their promise to their teacher, they went back to the rebel base. Sonic and Manic had thought the Oracle’s Cave might be easier on Sonia but she had said that even if she wasn’t fighting anymore, she still had to get back to living. As hard as it was. She had pasted a smile on her face and it scared them. They could tell it was fake.
“Hey guys, how about some TV?” she asked sitting at their small table and flipping through the channels on their small portable television set.
“Um, Sonia, are you sure you’re alright?” Sonic asked.
She smiled wide at her brother. “Oh sure Sonic. I can’t be depressed forever you know. Robotnik would like that way too much.”
The set finally began picking up a signal. “And we are here at the royal palace, in the fourth day of the ceasefire honoring the death of well-known aristocrat; Sir Bartleby Montclair.” Bartleby’s smiling picture flashed on the screen. “Here for a statement from our benevolent emperor, Lord Robotnik.” The reporter stood held the microphone out for the obese false emperor.
“Yes, I would like the say that the death of Sir Bartleby was a tragic accident indeed, one I deeply regret. He was like a son to me, after all,” Robotnik cried crocodile tears for the camera. “He will be dearly...” The small box hit the wall with a terrific crash.
Sonic and Manic winced at the destruction and the sparks popping off the destroyed appliance.
“Sonia...” Manic started but was interrupted by the great SLAM of the door. “Whoa...guess she’s not alright...”
Sonic glared at the wrecked television. “Can you blame her? A tragic accident my ass! How do you shoot someone in the chest by accident?”
“Um Sonic, I know it wasn’t accident, but accidents with guns really happen all the time bro. That’s why you shouldn’t play with them and keep them out reach of children,” Manic stated.
Sonic shot a look at Manic as he kicked at the sparking set. “Yeah, even overgrown children.”

Sonia stomped away from the base, kicking at every piece of trash she came across.
“Accident? Accident! You MURDERED him! You killed Bartleby!” She kicked a trash can as she came upon it, just to hear the sound of her foot crashing into metal. “You killed him! He’s dead and...” The words took her back to that night. Bartleby telling Robotnik off, the gunshot, the blood, his hand on her cheek, his eyes closing and his head falling limply on her chest. His strange behavior suddenly making all too much sense. “Oh Bartleby...” she leaned against a brick wall for support as she cried, slamming her hand hard against the brick. She tried to stifle the tears. She had promised Bartleby that she would keep smiling and that she wouldn’t cry.
“Sonia?” came a voice behind her. Dingo.
She looked around at him. Habit wanted her to run but she couldn’t move. Surprisingly, she felt safe, remembering when he’d just sat beside her and let her mourn. Her lips trembled as the tears flowed unbidden. “An accident he calls it...”
Any other time before, the feeling of Dingo pulling her into his arms was enough to gross her out and she would twirl him into the wall. This time, however, she didn’t fight, somehow sensing that he just wanted to give her a safe place to cry. She took it, losing the fight at last, and broke down. She was only barely able to register that this was better than the brick wall.

After what seemed like a couple of hours, the sobs finally tapered off as she could cry no longer. Sure that she was at least okay for the moment, he let her go and stepped away.
“Thanks,” she said when she could speak. “But why? Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”
Feeling it was a fair question, Dingo shrugged. “Well, you were sad and crying. You looked like you needed it...” He didn’t say Bartleby asked him to, that might not go over well. “And we both hate Robotnik, so technically we’re on the same side, right?”
She snorted. “You hate Robotnik? Since when? You and Sleet only kiss his feet, among other things, every chance you get.”
Dingo waved a hand in dismissal. “Eh, that’s only because he’d catch on if we didn’t.”
“Catch on? To what?” she asked.
“That Sleet and I are the ones sabotaging his plans,” Dingo said proudly.
“What!” Sonia shrieked. “Are you telling me you’re...”
“Rebels? Yep, we just work alone,” Dingo laughed. “Don’t you think Robotnik would want to hire the best bounty hunters in the business? And suddenly we can’t catch three young adult hedgehogs?”
“Yeah, but I just thought he was cheap and getting what he paid for,” she reasoned, the revelation knocking her grief aside for a moment. “You mean to say, you let us beat you? All those times? The Predator, the Debutante Ball, the Dam in the valley? The Chaos Emerald? Everything?”
“Well, most of the time. Sometimes we actually had to try if he was going to keep buying it.” Dingo explained. “It was hard. Luckily you were able to still stop us those times.”
Sonia shook her head. Her mind reeling with this information. “All this time...all this time...and judging by how you’re talking now, you’re not really the idiot you seem to be are you?”
Again Dingo laughed. “Nope, what you see is definitely not what you get there. But I act like a dummy so Robotnik believes it when we screw up.” He pointed to his glasses. “These specs aren’t just for show...although it might be time for a new prescription.” He said more as an observation to himself. “Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow with the time off we got. Seeing as Robotnik declared a week of mourning and there’s three days left.”
Sonia frowned. “He only did that to save his ass with the aristocrats.”
Dingo touched her shoulder. “Actually, it was Sleet’s idea. Robotnik found out I didn’t take you back at the mansion when I could have. Sleet saved me from punishment by suggesting Robotnik let ya have some time before we go back to fightin’. He suggested the vigil too.”
Sonia looked at the ground. “I’ll be sure to thank him when we go...”
A few moments of silence passed before Dingo spoke again. “Look, about Bartleby...I’m sorry. We wanted to do something but Robotnik...it was too close, he would have found us out. Sleet thinks if he finds out, he’ll dispose of us the same way and hire bounty hunters who will really do the job.”
She shook her head. “It’s not your fault. Robotnik went for Bartleby because he knew it would hurt me. He knew I would try to save him and I played right into his trap. I panicked and didn’t try to come up with a concrete plan. He died because of me,” she whispered.
“Um Sonia, if it’s not our fault then it’s not yours. Ya said it, Robotnik went for Bartleby. He knew ya would come. And what else could ya do? Ya loved him, it’s natural ya’d want to help him. And panic is normal too, all normal. Robotnik took advantage of the situation, that’s all. Blame him,” he bent down to whisper conspiratorially. “And next battle, I’ll work him into a position where you can kick his arse instead of the trash can.”
She laughed involuntarily, wiping her eyes. “You know, that might feel good. I’ll shove my foot so far up his ass, he’ll get foot in mouth disease.”
“Eh, he’s used to that, I imagine. He is very good at putting his foot in his mouth.”
The pair laughed at their cracks on the tyrants, enjoying a little verbal punishment even if the bastard himself couldn’t hear it. Sonia noticed how good felt to laugh for the first time in a week.
“I should probably be getting back to the rebel base, Sonic and Manic might be worried.” Sonia said standing up. “Thanks Dingo. It felt good to laugh again.”
The orange dog shrugged. “No problem Sonia. If you need someone to talk to or cry on, someone who won’t try and give you advice, because guardians know I wouldn’t know what to say, our own base is not that far from here. It looks like a dilapidated shack at first glance but to us it’s home sweet home. Just turn left at that intersection up there.”
She nodded. “Thanks...” It still felt strange to be getting solace from a guy who was, just a week ago, trying to catch them for Robotnik.
She started to leave when Dingo remembered something important. “Oh yeah, Sonia. The night of the vigil, you should try to be gone before midnight,” he warned her. “Remember, I’m a friend but if Robotnik or the bots are around, I have to at least act like your enemy.”
She wasn’t surprised that Robotnik might try and nab them as soon as the ceasefire ended and he’d be stupid not to try and get them when he was under his stolen roof. “Thanks for the heads up. I’ll warn my brothers too, about you and Sleet. Maybe we can try working together and finally take down Robotnik.”
Dingo watched as she left. How was that for discreet, Sleet. I was able to warn Sonia before the vigil and no one will ever know. He stood up and turned, immediately running into a pole he’d thought had been feet away. “Uh yeah, time to see the optometrist.”

AN: Yeah, you knew Sonia wasn’t going to give up on the Freedom Fighters, she just needed the right motivation. When Robotnik opened his mouth that was it and Dingo’s offer to put him in a position to taste her boot through his butt helped it along. I also tried to illustrate the reason for Dingo’s clumsiness. Yeah, like he said, the glasses are not for show. He is blind as a bat without them and the prescription is way out of date. I’m thinking of giving slightly larger frames, maybe rectangular in silver metal.
Oh, name the oddest food craving combo you can think of. I’ll use the best ones in the next chapter.
Oh yes, Sleet and Dingo do drink. Come on, they have to be two of the older main characters in the cast, they are war veterans, of course they drink. If Sonic Underground had been made for teens or young adults, we would have seen them drinking often and swearing to boot.
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