Sup, people! Jewel here!
So, this is my first multi-chapter fic ever.. This is the first chapter of a story of a yet undetermined length… I hope that you enjoy this story, and leave a review, because guess who needs to improve? Me! Alright, enough of my rambling. Without further adieu, I present Fifteen Years!
Chief Nicholas Wilde of the ZPD's first precinct was unceremoniously awakened by the unwelcome blaring of his cheap alarm clock. The fox, who was barely conscious, groped blindly around for the source of the infernal racket. When his paw made contact with the clock after about a minute, he slammed the stupid thing and finally silenced it. Without a second, sluggish, sleepy thought, the fox fell back asleep. Ten minutes later, he was again awakened, this time by his co-chief Judy Hopps' text notification. SHOOT! His emerald eyes snapped open, then closed again due to the blinding light pouring in through the window. He rubbed his sleep-blurred eyes, yawned, and attempted to climb out of bed with dignity. This did not happen. The fox's legs were so tangled up in his blanket that he managed only to fall very ungracefully out of his sheets with a thud.
"I hate Mondays…" the fox growled into his floor.
With what little of his dignity that remained, the fox managed to disentangle himself from his bedding and stagger clumsily toward the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth, bumping his elbow against the door frame on the way in. About twenty minutes later, the fox reemerged, looking less like he had fallen out of bed and more like the co-chief of Zootopia's finest. He strode across the room, still somewhat discombobulated, and donned his uniform and aviator sunglasses all while stumbling over his own paws and tail. Finally, after a good five minutes of struggling with his slacks, the fox went into his kitchen, and grabbed his coffee off of the coffee machine. Nick had a coffee machine that made his coffee for him every morning at a certain time, and that thing was his best friend after Judy and Finnick. He took a sip of the refreshing brew and instantly perked up. He gave a sigh of appreciation for the caffeine filled miracle. Then he glanced over at his phone and did a spit take. He was running late. It would not do for the co-chief to be late. Plus, Judy would kill him, and it was never pretty when that bunny got mad.
The one and only time he had ever been late, Judy had coerced him into a sparring match. A few kicks to his jaw, collar bone, and ribs later, he had collapsed in pain. He shuddered at the memory, sprinted out the door and a few streets down to the precinct. Even though he lived close to his place of work, he still barely made it in time. He stopped running once he hit the door of the station, straightened his tie and wind-blown fur, and strolled casually in.
"You're cutting it close, Slick." Chief Judy Hopps said
She stood by Benjamin Clawhauser's desk, and had apparently been chatting with the gossipy cheetah a moment ago
"Carrots, you should know by now that I live dangerously."
"Oh, I should, should I?"
"Yes. Yes, you should."
Judy just rolled her big violet eyes and shook her head. What a stupid fox.
"Well, my dear fellow chief," she said, " I believe that it is time for bullpen."
Even after Chief Bogo had retired, the morning meetings were still known affectionately as bullpen, and it would stay that way for many years to come.
"Lead on, fluffbutt." Nick replied in a sarcastic, Nick-esque tone
Judy glared, but walked down the hall toward the noise of officers arm wrestling and yelling. Nick followed. Yep, it was just another day of working at the ZPD. It was hard. Sometimes sad. But Nick loved it. After fifteen years of working here, Nick felt that he had righted the wrongs had made in his younger days. And he got to work with...well saying she was his best friend didn't quite cut it. He loved Judy. And more than as a friend. And that was okay. Nick had long ago accepted that he was probably never going to get to be with her. He didn't like it, but that was how life rolled. He of all mammals knew that you didn't always like the cards you were dealt in life. So Nick Wilde considered himself a very content fox.
You may notice that this chapter is a bit different than the original first chapter was. That is because I lost the document to the original one, and it had some issues I wanted to fix. So I just rewrote it, and this we've got. I'll take the old chapter down as soon as I put this up, and then I'll try to start on a second chapter. Thank you all so much for you patience with me. I, unfortunately, am busy person, so we'll see when the next one goes up. For now, enjoy the revamped first chapter!
Ciao!
Jewel.
