Author's Notes: This is my first OJ fanfic, so if any of the characters are out of character you should tell me. Reviews are welcomed with open arms. Other then that I just hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Thrax, Osmosis Jones, Drix, The Chief, Mayor Colonic, or Leah-or any other characters from the movie that I may have missed. Characters that I made myself-Ion, Iona, Vac Jones, and Thrax's mother (she never got a name, I'll have to think of one later) belong to me.

Chapter 1-Fall

Wind buffeted Thrax's face, his purple dreadlocks streaming through the air behind him. Ozzy was watching Thrax fall from the bit of glue that was left under Shane's eye. To say Thrax wasn't afraid would be a blatant lie. He was terrified. Everyone has fears, for Thrax his greatest fear was the fear of failure. But now he was experiencing a different kind of fear: the fear of dying.

He clawed madly at the eyelash he was stuck in, trying to yank out his trapped left hand. His especially long claw had gotten caught, and when the fake eyelash fell it took Thrax down with it. With so much wind tearing at him his trench coat shot open, the long flaps of his coat actually worked well for flight. To suddenly catch the air and fly up was possibly one of the worst things that could've happened though. Not only did he pull his left arm out of joint-it made a horrible popping sound as it was pulled out of its socket-, but he also managed to break his left wrist at the same time. Needless to say: Ouch.

Thrax was screaming this entire time of course. Mad shouts of terror and pain. Listening to them, Ozzy felt an odd surge of emotion go through him: guilt. He watched with growing unease as the fake eyelash finally hit the beaker of alcohol with an enormous splash. Then something happened that worried him even more: the screaming stopped. He couldn't believe he was even doing this, but he was. Ozzy twisted off as much as the glue he was hanging from as he could get. He started falling immediately.

Thrax was lying on his right side now, which left his left arm in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. He would have laid down flat like a board if he could have, but that would've twisted his out-of-joint left shoulder further. He felt the eyelash start to submerge, and felt the alcohol level rise up. A little less then the right half of his body was in the burning alcohol, but what was worst was what it did to his mind: Thrax could feel his thoughts just...vanishing. His emotions were unknown, even to himself. And his memories were completely gone. He felt like a blank book that someone was yet to write upon.

The pain in Thrax's side became unbearable and he tried once again to stand up. He was met with searing agony from his left arm-it refused to cooperate. He let himself fall back down into the alcohol, and was disturbed to find that the eyelash had sunk further. The alcohol came to a little over halfway up his body, mind you that he is still laying on his side. Darkness started to cloud the corners of his vision, and the last thing Thrax-or what was left of him-saw was the dim outline of a white blood cell approaching him. Then he went unconscious and limply relaxed.

Ozzy had taken the glue and stretched it in opposite directions. He ended up with what looked like a giant pancake. He'd grabbed two opposite sides of it and it acted as a parachute. Not a good one, but it slowed his descent enough that he didn't crash and die instantly. A few moments later he was on the fake eyelash and running up to Thrax. He was not in good condition. He moved over to try to get Thrax's claw out of the eyelash, but as soon as he even touched his left arm Thrax hissed in pain.

The immunity cop pulled out his weapon and put it on its lowest setting. He took precise aim and fired. Thrax's long claw was now a lot shorter, but at least he was free from the eyelash. Almost as an afterthought Ozzy bent down and picked up the broken off part of the claw. He gazed at its wickedly sharp point with unease, but dismissed the feeling. He slipped the claw into his pocket and spared it no further thought. Ozzy walked up to Thrax and picked him up by the waist-which seemed to be where he had received the least burns so it wasn't incredibly painful for Thrax. Now there was a definite problem: How was Ozzy going to get back to Frank? His worries were soon solved, though.

A helicopter with 'FPD' written on it in large letters was flying towards them. The white blood cell looked down nervously at Thrax, he had bad burns all over him. The copter landed and medical units rushed out. They gathered Thrax on a stretcher and a few helped Ozzy. Ozzy had some burns on his feet from running through the alcohol, but it wasn't serious. Thrax's condition was critical though. Once the two of them were on the copter they took off again. The pilot knew where Frank was and was taking them back, he had also told Ozzy that Leah and Drix were waiting in the hospital for him.

Ozzy was sitting away from the flurry of activity that surrounded the injured red virus. Doctors and nurses looked surprised at who they were treating, but helped him because it was their duty to do so. There were a few exclamations and questions that Ozzy knew he would have to answer himself, like:

"Isn't this the virus that infected Frank?"

"How did he land in alcohol-and doesn't this guy know better?!"

"This is the virus that started that fever, why are we helping him?"

"What's his name?"

These were all questions he heard often. Ozzy saw that they were going to enter Frank through the mouth and felt a rush of relief hit him like a wave: he was home and alive. That's when it occurred to him, he still had that chain! The DNA bead needed to get back to Frank. Now. But they were already landing at the hospital, and Leah was waiting there with Drix at the landing pad. Ozzy gave her the DNA chain, and she recognized its importance. Leah gave him a worried and curious glance, then ran off to put the DNA bead back where it belonged. Ozzy and Drix followed Thrax into the hospital. Well, it was more like Ozzy leaned on Drix while he stumbled along.

Some doctors that weren't busy helped Ozzy out too. They cleaned the burn wounds on his feet, applied some new type of healing solution that they had just invented, and bandaged them. Then they made Ozzy lay down and rest. They said to, "Stay off your feet for the next few days and just take it easy." Drix was there to keep Ozzy company too, but the big red and yellow pill was a little confused.

"Why did you save Thrax anyways?" he finally asked the immunity cop. Ozzy stared up at his friend and shrugged. His reply was confused-like he didn't know the answer himself,

"I just think it was the right thing to do."