Following on from 'Spell Miss-Hap'.

You are a (A/T)

Is silence really golden?

Well, this was certainly going to be a struggle. (Y/N) just looked at the box of various Halloween trinkets, to her locked door, to the box, and then back to her door.

Once she finished helping Amy with her house she left, but not before Amy insisted on her taking a few things home as a thanks. So her box was full with decorations, a couple of costume bits and pieces and even a small pumpkin. She really wanted to carve it but right now she had to figure how to open her door.

Now any normal person would have just put the box down and gotten their key out, but (Y/N) thought the best way was to balance the box on one arm as she dug out her key from her pocket and awkwardly opened her door.

Stumbling in she set the box down and wondered what she should do first.

Should I carve the pumpkin first? I could make a pumpkin pie as well, or should I give my house a little Halloween vibe first? She questioned herself.

Eventually she decided to decorate the house first, only a couple of plastic bats hanging from the ceiling, fake cobwebs and plastic skulls on the coffee table. She then went to wash the pumpkin when-

*KNOCK!* *KNOCK! *KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Hang on!" (Y/N) called as she rushed to the door.

But the knocking didn't stop until she opened the door. And she was met with a slightly looking angry Knuckles.

"Knuckles what are you doing here?"

He didn't say anything though, he just walked into her house. Of course she didn't mind though, after all he was a friend and she could tell that there was something bothering you.

"Okay I'm not an idiot so I can tell that somethings bothering you, so are you going to tell me or what?" she asked.

Facing her he didn't make any attempt to say anything, earning a sigh from (Y/N).

"Knuckles I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong." she sighed.

His face grew even more annoyed and he gave a small growl before pointing to his throat as best as he could with his boxing gloves.

"Is there something wrong with your throat?"

He shook his head.

"Your voice?"

He nodded.

"Have you lost your voice?"

He nodded again.

"Well how did that happen?"

His reply was an annoyed grumble, as if he could tell her right now.

"Okay, okay, I understand you can't tell me. I'm guessing you came here thinking I'd have something that might help."

(Y/N) wasn't exactly a medic, she was more of a herbal healer. Her mother liked to 'live off the land' and had taught her daughter what she knew. So whenever (Y/N) could she was all for picking wild herbs and mushrooms and making homemade remedies.

And naturally Knuckles had come to her for help because he preferred to stay away from doctors, plus anything made from natural resources he trusted right away.

Knuckles nodded in answer so she led him into the kitchen. As she rummaged through her cupboards she saw him eyeing up the pumpkin she had left on the table ready to carve.

"That was a thanks from Amy, I helped her decorate her house so she insisted on giving me a pumpkin to carve." (Y/N) explained with a smile.

She then went back to looking through her stash of medicines as Knuckles stood there not sure what to do with himself.

Man, this sure is a troublesome problem, she thought to herself.

However at that moment, something clicked. Trouble? Knuckles suddenly loosing his voice going mute? It couldn't be could it?

Did that spell Cream said have worked?

*WHAMP!*

Jumping (Y/N) quickly looked back at Knuckles to see he had punched the table to get her attention, and left a big dent in it.

"Alright I get it! I'll find something faster! But don't smash up my furniture!" she yelled angrily at him.

He just gave a scoff clearly not pleased about (Y/N) taking her time. Giving a sigh she picked a throat soothing serum she made for colds.

"Here, try a couple of sips of this. I don't know if it will help though." she said with a sigh handing him the vial.

Taking the vial he popped out the cork and took a couple of sips only to cough violently at the strong flavor, (Y/N) had deliberately forgotten to tell him the serum had a very strong mint taste. The one taste that he hated.

He looked up at her with a pissed expression and she just gave a small laugh.

"Well that's what you get for punching my furniture." she smirked.

Grumbling he slammed the vial onto the now dented table.

"So did it work?"

He tried to say a couple of words but no sound came. Earning a frustrated sigh off him.

"Alright so that didn't work, but I've got a couple more ideas. And if they don't work... well we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." she suggested.

After that she suggeted some home made throat sweets, that didn't work. Next was a hot drink consisting of honey, milk and cinnamon. Although it tasted a lot better than the throat serum that didn't work either. Not knowing what else to do (Y/N) tried her last solution was suggesting a indigo serum, after all the herb indigo had a wide range of healing capabilities.

"Has that one worked?" She asked hopefully.

Once again he tried to say something, but yet again not a word. 

They joined each other in groaning in frustration. 

"That's it, I'm out of ideas so it looks like we've reached that bridge." She sighed.

They say in silence for a second.

"Wait! I'll get my mothers remedy book! That's bound to have more serums." (Y/N) said snapping her fingers.

She got up to grab the book but....

*WHAMP!*

Spinning back around she grew annoyed again at the sight of another dent in her table.

"Stop punching my furniture!" She yelled.

In his defence Knuckles rapidly shook his head, patting a boxing glove on his stomach. Trying to tell (Y/N) that all those remedies had given him a bit of a stomach ache, and he was more than willing to wait a couple more minutes until they tried more medicines.

"Sorry, I didn't realise you probably had a stomach ache." She apologised.

He gave a nod accepting her apology.

"But please stop punching my furniture."

He again gave another nod. (Y/N) then went off to grab Knuckles a drink to help him feel better, starting to feel guilty as she realised that by casting the spell with Cream she had caused him to go mute.

'I've got to make it up to him' she thought to herself thinking of his favourite food which were grapes.

After giving Knuckles a drink and some digestion tablets, (Y/N) suggested that Knuckles go watch some TV and relax whilst she made some dinner.

Knuckles quickly grabbed some paper and wrote down a message

'Don't bother I need to get back to Angel Island' he wrote

"No it's far too late for you to go back, stay here the night. I have to make up for giving you a stomach ache some way." (Y/N) answered back with a shy smile.

Knuckles gave a shake of his head about to slam his fist down again. To which (Y/N) grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"Don't dent my furniture again! Go watch TV and wait!" She demanded ushering him out of the room and into her living room, to which Knuckles flumped down on the sofa with a big huff.

(Y/N) then entered the kitchen again and got to work on a treat that would lighten the grumpy echidnas mood.

'Grapes, grapes, grapes, grapes, GRAPES!!' (Y/N) thought in her head as she found what she was looking for in triumph. Getting other ingredients such as sugar and puff pastry she got to work on making a grape pie. Soon she had placed it in the oven and set the timer. But her thoughts on wanting Knuckles to try the pie were interupted as a large white glow of light came from the living room.

The flash of light went as quickly as it came, (Y/N) quickly rushed into living room to see Knuckles in a state of rage.

"What the bloody hell is going on!!? What the fuck was that light!?" Knuckles continued to yell swinging his fists around which (Y/N) was sure to avoid.

"Knuckles you got your voice back!" (Y/N) stated to get him to calm down.

"Huh!?" He yelled.

"You! You got your voice back!" (Y/N) yelled louder.

Rather than him go off on another rant including swear words, using his strong hands he embraced the surprised (A/T) into a rather loving hug. (Y/N) surprised by his unusual action returned the hug inhaling his fresh scent, from always being in the sky. But it quickly turned into the scent of burning.

"What's that smell?" Knuckles asked as he pulled away.

"Oh that's the grape pie I'm cooking to cheer you up." (Y/N) said with a slight blush, to which Knuckles returned by blushing as well and itching the back of his head to have something to do.

But the realization soon sank in.

"That's the grape pie I'm cooking!!" (Y/N) yelled running to the kitchen and taking the burning pie out of the oven.

Luckily it wasn't too burnt. But her ears still dropped in disappointment.

"Sorry." Was all she said as she held the pie in her oven gloved hands.

"Don't worry it's only burnt on the crusts" He pointed our waving a hand over it.

"But I wanted it to be perfect... Do you still want some?" She asked timidly.

To which a grumble from Knuckles stomach answered her question, as he again blushed.

As the two watched TV with fresh pipping hot grape pie, with a slightly burnt crust and a dollop vanilla ice cream; they ate until they were full. However as they made their way through the last of the pie, they were oblivious to a little black cat peering in on them from the window.

It kicks its lips as if wanting a taste of the sweet treat, but it soon away and sleeked off in the night.