Author's Note: Hi everyone. Before you begin reading this fanfic, I just want to say thank-you in advance. This is my first ever fanfic and I am really hoping it goes well. I have always had this idea in my head and I can't believe that I am actually going through with it now. I would also like to give a huge shout out to my best friend (who sadly does not have a FF account) since he is proofreading my chapters and giving me suggestions on writing it, even though he isn't interested in Star Fox. Again, thank you so much for reading this and I will try to not let you down.

"Finally...finished..." Fox muttered to himself. He had just finished grading all of his students' tests and all he wanted to do now was go home and relax. He got out of his chair and bent down to pick up his black jacket. He currently wore a loose white t-shirt with black baggy pants and of course: his red scarf. He packed up his belongings and left the classroom. Once he got into his car and began driving home, he decided to turn on the radio, which was unusual, since he normally left it off in order to avoid those terrible hit songs that dominated the radio. As music filled the car, his mind began to drift.

"Wow...three years, huh," Fox thought. It's been three years since the Aparoids were defeated and peace was restored to the Lylat system. Immediately following their victory, team Star Fox decided it would be best if they went their separate ways. Peppy had become Corneria's next general, Slippy got a position in Corneria's top R&D facility, and Falco and Krystal decided to become solo mercenaries, traveling all across the Lylat system. Fox, however, had decided to settle into a civilian life and was offered a spot to teach as a professor at the Cornerian Academy. It had good pay and normal working hours, so he accepted. The ex-Star Fox members kept in touch with each other occasionally, but they had all moved on. Team Star Wolf had also been pardoned for all past crimes, but following this news, the team went silent. No one has heard from them since, but rumor has it they also disbanded shortly after the defeat of the Aparoids.

Fox pulled into his driveway and entered his home. It wasn't a huge house like everyone expected from him. It was just a regular two-story one bedroom home in an ordinary neighborhood. Fox didn't like to pull unnecessary attention to himself, and a huge house would do just that. Besides, he felt much more comfortable in a modest home. It felt less...empty.

Fox was glad that he came home when he did, because as soon as he shut the door, a very heavy rain began.

"So much for being a nice day," Fox thought.

Inside Fox's home was an interior that matched the cozy looking exterior of the house. There was a medium sized living room dotted with plants and pictures. It had a cream colored couch with beige walls and a black rug. A TV hung over the fireplace, and beside it was a picture of a younger Fox with his father. Across from the living room was the kitchen and a flight of stairs that led to the bedroom and a home office.

A few movies and a flash flood warning later, Fox began to get hungry. He walked into the kitchen, kicking his toe into the corner of a chair in the process. After nursing his toe, he heated up some takeout from last night. As he ate in silence, he began to think back on his old team. He missed the constant commotion and presence of his team mates. When Fox came to, he realized that thirty minutes had already passed.

"God I miss them sometimes," Fox said wistfully. He pushed the thoughts of his ex-teammates out of his mind and finished the last of his meal. After cleaning the dishes and doing a few other house chores, he walked up to his couch and plopped down face first. He then grabbed the TV remote and began scrolling through the channels hoping to find something that would interest him until he felt tired. After about ten minutes, he was in the middle of watching an action movie when he heard a slow knocking on the door.

"Coming!" Fox yelled.

Fox opened the door but was not prepared for what he saw. He wanted to say something...anything...but the words were stuck in his throat. His mind was screaming at him to do something, but he couldn't. He just stood there, mind racing. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he managed to gain control over his speech, tears coming from his eyes.

"W...Wolf?...what h-happened to y-you?!" Fox yelled. Wolf merely lifted his head just enough so that his eyes locked onto Fox's. Wolf's eyes were unfocused as if he was in deep thought, but that was the least of Fox's worries. Wolf looked like an absolute mess. He was extremely thin, so much so that each rib could be made out through his pale gray and white fur. Large patches of his fur were gone, leaving only bloody skin in its place. What fur he did have was either matted or in knots. His tail was bent in at least six directions from what Fox could tell. Cuts and gashes littered the frail body.

It looked like someone had been...torturing...him... Fox's eyes widened at this horrifying revelation. His condition made total sense now: the malnourishment, cuts, broken bones, everything. He felt crushed at the thought of the lupine being tortured.

"Please help me Fox," Wolf spoke in a rough but quiet voice. He tried to move his tail but yelped at the intense pain radiating from it."You're the only person I-" Wolf then proceeded to fall forward, but due to the vulpine's quick reflexes, Fox was able to catch him.

"Wolf!" Fox rushed Wolf out of the rain and placed him on the floor, cradling the lupine's head on his knees. He quickly checked Wolf for a pulse, sighing in relief when he found one, albeit very weak. Fox decided to call the person he trusted the most.

"General Peppy speaking. How can I help you?" Normally Fox would chuckle at the sound of Peppy saying this, but now wasn't the time to be messing around. Fox took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.

"H-Hey Peppy. I need help, and I don't know what to do." Fox's voice wavered during the last few words and Peppy picked up on this immediately.

"What's wrong? Don't worry, you can tell me." Peppy's voice sounded concerned.

"It's W-Wolf. He's hurt badly and I don't know what to do!" Tears began to roll down Fox's face.

"Wolf? Why would you want me to help him. After all, he did try to-"

"-Please!" Fox cried out, gaining a shocked look from Peppy. He then grew quiet. "Just...help him...please." Fox's voice began to break down.

Peppy gave a long sigh. "Alright Fox, but just this once! Expect help to be there in 5 minutes, okay?"

Fox gave Peppy a grim smile. "Alright... thanks Peppy."

"No problem Fox. Will that be all?" Fox merely nodded his head. "Well okay then, take care." Peppy hung up and the line went dead. Surely enough, like Peppy said, the ambulances came about five minutes later. The paramedics quickly took Wolf from Fox and placed him in the back of the ambulance with Fox in tow behind them in his own car.

"Please Wolf... Please live, for me." Fox thought to himself.

AN: sorry for leaving this story on a cliffhanger. Anyways, see you in the next chapter!