A/N This Osmosis Jones story is a sequel to my other OJ fanfic, "Osmosis Jones 2: The Enemy is Alive and Well," and I suppose to "It's a Viral Life," although the latter story is considered a prequel to both my fanfics, and to Osmosis Jones in general.

Anyways, I don't own Osmosis Jones, or its characters; they are owned by Warner Bros. The rest, I DO own.

Chapter 1

If there was one thing Annabelle Waters hated, it was stares; especially from cells who knew her secret. Even though she could cover her hands with her gloves, she couldn't hide her eyes, or her lack of membrane. Those two things made her different enough without her hands showing.

As she walked down the streets of Hector, everyone glanced curiously at her; more specifically, at her eyes. Unlike most red blood cells, Annabelle's eyes were completely dark blue, and she had no membrane. But she still had her red skin. Her slightly-wavy, pinkish hair was down a few inches past her shoulders, and a couple of bangs framed her face. She wore a reddish-purple long-sleeved shirt that revealed her midriff, blue jean shorts, brown boots that stopped halfway up her calves, and black gloves on her hands.

As she continued down the sidewalks, she glared at anyone who looked at her in curiosity for more than a few seconds. When they met her expression that said "do-you-mind?" they looked away. The cycle would repeat constantly

Looking ahead, she saw a peculiar trio. One was a white blood cell with a black goatee, wearing Immunity clothes. With him was a large red and yellow cold pill with a cannon for a right hand; and to her surprise, there was also a virus with them. He was tall and red with purple hair; dark red claws; a gray turtleneck; and a black trench coat, pants and boots.

Why not stare at them for a change? There's a virus with them and nobody's freaking out? Annabelle thought to herself.

It was then that she noticed there was an animal with the trio. It was an orange hyena with red spots and flaming legs, a yellow mane and tail resembling flames, a purple collar, and several scars. The hyena saw Annabelle; the former had pale yellow eyes. As Annabelle looked at it, the hyena bared its sharp white teeth in a snarl. Ah, don't like being stared at, huh, Spot? Neither do I.

"What's Almira growlin' at?" The blood cell asked in a cocky-sounding voice.

The virus turned to where the hyena was looking. Annabelle saw he had yellow and green eyes framed by dark red eyelids, and wore a black chain with glowing blue-purple beads around his neck. "That chick," He said in a semi-deep voice.

Now the entire trio saw Annabelle. And then they all began walking towards her. Annabelle groaned inwardly. Great, more people to notice how I don't look normal.

"Hey," The blood cell grinned. "Sorry if Almira was buggin' you." He patted the hyena's head, who only raised an eyebrow at him. "The name's Jones; Osmosis Jones; you probably heard of me, right?"

As a matter of fact, as soon as she knew his name, Annabelle realized she had indeed heard of the blood cell. She had heard of how the cell had entered Hector a year ago from a different body. The pill and virus were with him, but she thought the virus was alone. "You're the one who came to Hector a year ago?" She asked.

"Yep."

"Never heard of ya." She smiled.

It was hilarious to see Jones' ego visibly deflate. "Oh…" But then he brightened up. "M'kay, that's cool. Like I said, I'm Osmosis Jones, but my friends call me Ozzy. This is Drix."

"Pleased to meet you, Miss…?" Drix asked, holding out a hand.

"Annabelle." She answered, shaking the pill's hand. "Annabelle Waters."

"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Waters."

"Do you guys know you're with a virus?"

To her surprise, Ozzy and Drix laughed. "Yeah, we know, girl." The blood cell said. "He's with us. He's a vaccine; he's on the Immunity side."

"Don't rub it in, Jones." The virus said. He turned to Annabelle and held out his hand. "Name's Thrax, baby. Thrax Muerja. I'm a Red Death virus." He said with a charming smile.

Annabelle's eyes widened as she shook his warm hand. "Red Death? Wow, those viruses are rare."

"Yep, I'm one-of-a-kind." He said proudly. He patted the hyena on the head. "This is my baby girl, Almira. Try not to pet her; she don't like strangers, and will bite."

"She doesn't like strangers, huh? We kinda have the same hates: she hates strangers, and I hate being stared at!" Annabelle glared at a passing cell, who had paused to boggle at her strange eyes and lack of membrane. As soon as she glared at him, he quickly continued on his way.

The others glanced at the cell as well. "Why do people stare at you?" Drix asked.

"You haven't noticed my eyes?" She asked. "Or that I have no membrane?"

Ozzy focused on them. "Huh, didn't notice 'em at first. The eyes're different, but they ain't too bad."

"That's enough for people to notice in a bad way; they're different." She leaned back as Thrax looked very close at her eyes with a curious expression; something in his own eyes looked as though he saw something familiar, or something that he should know.

"Thrax, I think you're making her uncomfortable." Drix broke the silence and pulled the virus back by the upturned collar of his coat.

"Those eyes just ain't like other red blood cells'; they're different."

"So? What's the prob?" Ozzy asked. "You're different, yet we don't complain…well, Drix don't."

Annabelle chuckled as Thrax glared at Ozzy. It was clear that the blood cell and virus didn't get along very well, and the pill was the mediator of the quadric. She liked them, even though Thrax made her a bit uncomfortable, him being a virus. But he seemed to be on the right side, and she didn't deny that he wasn't charming.

"So, you wanna have lunch with us?" Ozzy grinned. "My treat."

"Oh, I wish I could, but I was on my way to meet my friends at the Boardwalk."

"No worries, baby," Thrax said, wrapping an arm around Annabelle's shoulders. "We'll all come."

"Thrax!" Drix protested. "You can't just invite yourself-"

"No, it's ok, Drix," Annabelle said. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind. And after all, Ozzy said he'd pay." She winked at the blood cell.

"Oh…yeah, sure I will." Ozzy nodded. He elbowed Thrax and muttered, "You got some dough?"

Thrax only glared at the cell. Annabelle laughed again. She had a feeling she would be good friends with this unlikely group.

A/N I decided to do another OJ fanfic. This one has three characters who were originally for another story (one that I decided not to post) Annabelle is one of them, though she and her friends-the other two characters-are rewritten so they're in the OJ universe.

Our first girl, Annabelle, is half red blood cell; I won't be revealing her other half until later. And I may/may not provide some hints; we'll just have to see.

BTW, this story takes place in Hector, and after the TV series, Ozzy and Drix; and as I said earlier, is the sequel to OJ 2.