T.J.
Disclaimer: I do not own Thrax, Osmosis Jones, Leah Estrogen, Drix, or any other characters copyrighted by Warner Bros. and/or Marc Hyman. This story is just for fun and does not earn any kind of money for the author. I do, however, claim exclusive use of T.J., Embris, and Michael. If you would like to use my characters, please ask my permission. You can contact me at makuri46@hotmail.com
Warning: Spoilers ahead! Please do not read this fic before you see the movie Osmosis Jones. Try it, you'll like it. Buy the soundtrack while you're at it, it kicks.
Note: I have assumed that cellular/viral/bacterial metabolism is much faster and lifespan much shorter than that of humans. In other words, a year to a human is equivelent to about five years to a cell/virus/bacteria. Think about it, Ozzy's ancestors came over on the umbilical cord, right? That means many generations have passed in about 40 years(Frank's age). If I hear one utterence of the fact Thrax was only gone a year but his son(born right after he left) is old enough to walk and talk, and how that's not possible, I will scream. It is if you're a virus, ya dig? Good! =)
Now, I will shut up and get to the story. Hope you like! This is my first fanfiction, please R & R. Thanks!
Part one: A Wife's Fear
Embris held the Daily George in front of her, reading the front page article, interested. It said:
"Our reporters in the eyes were recently able to read the newspaper. It seems a 108 degree fever almost took the life of 41 year-old Frank Detorri, but broke suddenly. After recovering, Mr. Detorri said he'd been experiencing normal cold symptoms prior to his brush with death. Doctors said that the fever was certainly not a normal occurrence, but can find no evidence of anything more than a viral infection.
"We at the Daily George remind all George citizens to be on the lookout for any suspicious characters."
Embris breathed slowly through her mouth. "Thrax..." She turned to her young son behind her. "Come on T.J., we're going to the city of Frank."
***
She entered the Frank Police Department one hip at a time, an untrustworthy look on her face. A black cloak enveloped her, the hood hiding half of her face. T.J. followed closely, sadness killing his countenence for no apparent reason.
Everyone seemed to take notice of them as they approached the front desk. Nothing was said when Embris leaned down and stared at the immunity cell behind the desk.
After silence, Embris spoke like a damsel-in-distress. "Excuse me, kind sir," she cooed. "My name is Embris. I was wondering if you could help me find my husband?" She covered her face with her hands, subtly, yet purposely, exhibiting her left hand's longest claw. "He's been missing for a whole year now! He was supposed to come home but he never did..."
The immunity cell stuttered. "W-well, ma'am, I'll do what I can. What's your husband's name?"
She smiled knowingly. "His name? His name is Thrax."
He gasped slightly. "You'll have to talk to Officer Jones."
"Where can I find him?" she said, almost whispering.
"That'd be me," said a voice from behind her. She turned to see Osmosis Jones. "Mrs. Embris, please sit down."
He led her and T.J. to chairs. They sat, and Embris looked at Osmosis without any expression.
Jones looked down and thought about how to tell her. Just a year ago, Thrax had invaded Frank and tried to kill him. With a little luck and a burly, intelligent sidekick, Special Agent Drixenol, the immunity officer had been able to stop the plan. He hadn't known Thrax had a family, though. He looked at the boy he assumed was Thrax's child, then up at Embris.
"Ma'am, were you aware that your husband was goin' around killin' bodies?" He looked her square in the eye.
She drooped her head. "I did...I didn't like it, but I knew how much his record meant to him." She looked up at him innocently. "Please tell me that he realized what he was doing was wrong and left. Please tell me that, Officer."
Osmosis cleared his throat and looked her in the eye again. "Mrs. Embris, Thrax almost succeeded in killing this body. I was on the case, so I did what I had to do to save trillions of lives. Mrs. Embris, Thrax is gone."
Nothing could have hit her harder. She froze. Even when Jones stood to give her some privacy, she still didn't move. Suddenly, she collapsed on the floor, writhing and crying. She sobbed some unintelligible words, then screamed Thrax's name over and over again.
T.J. bent down to her and embraced her, tears in his eyes. He had never known Thrax, but he knew how much his mother loved him, because she always talked about how great his father was. It hurt him to see Embris this hysterical.
Abruptly, she stood. Her teeth were gritted and her face was insane- looking. She growled and convulsed.
"I'll...," she snarled, "I'll...I'LL KILL YOU!!!" She raised her glowing left claw and charged Osmosis head-on.
Before she reached the stunned Jones, some other officers grabbed her from behind and held her tightly. Her body fell limp and she started sobbing again. "I told you, I told you! Now you've left us alone! You were stupid, Thrax! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
Without warning, she jerked away from their grasp. She eyed Jones savagely. "Officer Jones," she sneered, then in a second's time burned a wall and filled the place with black smoke. She grabbed T.J.'s hand and fled out the door. She hijacked a Spitcopter and flew out of Frank, deftly avoiding Saliva Patrol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Thrax, Osmosis Jones, Leah Estrogen, Drix, or any other characters copyrighted by Warner Bros. and/or Marc Hyman. This story is just for fun and does not earn any kind of money for the author. I do, however, claim exclusive use of T.J., Embris, and Michael. If you would like to use my characters, please ask my permission. You can contact me at makuri46@hotmail.com
Warning: Spoilers ahead! Please do not read this fic before you see the movie Osmosis Jones. Try it, you'll like it. Buy the soundtrack while you're at it, it kicks.
Note: I have assumed that cellular/viral/bacterial metabolism is much faster and lifespan much shorter than that of humans. In other words, a year to a human is equivelent to about five years to a cell/virus/bacteria. Think about it, Ozzy's ancestors came over on the umbilical cord, right? That means many generations have passed in about 40 years(Frank's age). If I hear one utterence of the fact Thrax was only gone a year but his son(born right after he left) is old enough to walk and talk, and how that's not possible, I will scream. It is if you're a virus, ya dig? Good! =)
Now, I will shut up and get to the story. Hope you like! This is my first fanfiction, please R & R. Thanks!
Part one: A Wife's Fear
Embris held the Daily George in front of her, reading the front page article, interested. It said:
"Our reporters in the eyes were recently able to read the newspaper. It seems a 108 degree fever almost took the life of 41 year-old Frank Detorri, but broke suddenly. After recovering, Mr. Detorri said he'd been experiencing normal cold symptoms prior to his brush with death. Doctors said that the fever was certainly not a normal occurrence, but can find no evidence of anything more than a viral infection.
"We at the Daily George remind all George citizens to be on the lookout for any suspicious characters."
Embris breathed slowly through her mouth. "Thrax..." She turned to her young son behind her. "Come on T.J., we're going to the city of Frank."
***
She entered the Frank Police Department one hip at a time, an untrustworthy look on her face. A black cloak enveloped her, the hood hiding half of her face. T.J. followed closely, sadness killing his countenence for no apparent reason.
Everyone seemed to take notice of them as they approached the front desk. Nothing was said when Embris leaned down and stared at the immunity cell behind the desk.
After silence, Embris spoke like a damsel-in-distress. "Excuse me, kind sir," she cooed. "My name is Embris. I was wondering if you could help me find my husband?" She covered her face with her hands, subtly, yet purposely, exhibiting her left hand's longest claw. "He's been missing for a whole year now! He was supposed to come home but he never did..."
The immunity cell stuttered. "W-well, ma'am, I'll do what I can. What's your husband's name?"
She smiled knowingly. "His name? His name is Thrax."
He gasped slightly. "You'll have to talk to Officer Jones."
"Where can I find him?" she said, almost whispering.
"That'd be me," said a voice from behind her. She turned to see Osmosis Jones. "Mrs. Embris, please sit down."
He led her and T.J. to chairs. They sat, and Embris looked at Osmosis without any expression.
Jones looked down and thought about how to tell her. Just a year ago, Thrax had invaded Frank and tried to kill him. With a little luck and a burly, intelligent sidekick, Special Agent Drixenol, the immunity officer had been able to stop the plan. He hadn't known Thrax had a family, though. He looked at the boy he assumed was Thrax's child, then up at Embris.
"Ma'am, were you aware that your husband was goin' around killin' bodies?" He looked her square in the eye.
She drooped her head. "I did...I didn't like it, but I knew how much his record meant to him." She looked up at him innocently. "Please tell me that he realized what he was doing was wrong and left. Please tell me that, Officer."
Osmosis cleared his throat and looked her in the eye again. "Mrs. Embris, Thrax almost succeeded in killing this body. I was on the case, so I did what I had to do to save trillions of lives. Mrs. Embris, Thrax is gone."
Nothing could have hit her harder. She froze. Even when Jones stood to give her some privacy, she still didn't move. Suddenly, she collapsed on the floor, writhing and crying. She sobbed some unintelligible words, then screamed Thrax's name over and over again.
T.J. bent down to her and embraced her, tears in his eyes. He had never known Thrax, but he knew how much his mother loved him, because she always talked about how great his father was. It hurt him to see Embris this hysterical.
Abruptly, she stood. Her teeth were gritted and her face was insane- looking. She growled and convulsed.
"I'll...," she snarled, "I'll...I'LL KILL YOU!!!" She raised her glowing left claw and charged Osmosis head-on.
Before she reached the stunned Jones, some other officers grabbed her from behind and held her tightly. Her body fell limp and she started sobbing again. "I told you, I told you! Now you've left us alone! You were stupid, Thrax! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
Without warning, she jerked away from their grasp. She eyed Jones savagely. "Officer Jones," she sneered, then in a second's time burned a wall and filled the place with black smoke. She grabbed T.J.'s hand and fled out the door. She hijacked a Spitcopter and flew out of Frank, deftly avoiding Saliva Patrol.