He awoke in one fiery, explosive, throbbing burst of pain. Where was he? His vision was completely blurred to the point of near-blindness. All he could discern were colors, but only slightly. He didn't even know if he was right side up, or upside down, or what. It was like he was in some sort of limbo between reality and… something else. He didn't hear anything, but that could've just been because his hearing seemed to be shot. He tried shaking his front to gain his hearing and possibly his vision, but all he got was another explosive burst of pain. He couldn't tell if he shouted or not, but he felt fast movement going by him at all angles. He finally succumbed to the intense pain, and began drifting farther and farther into the inky black nothingness that was quickly overtaking him.

Foxy and Doc had heard the large bus shout, and quickly raced towards the clinic, only to find that their patient was awake, but only slightly.

"Foxy, get that thing on him!" Doc bellowed, seeing that the bus was fading quickly.

"I'm working on it!" She exclaimed, her fingers flying as fast as they could go as she worked to get a specialized IV attached to the vehicle.

Finally the two were rewarded with a slow, faint beeping, showing the car's pulse. Foxy's next task was waking the bus up again. "Hey, come on, you've gotta wake up." She ordered, giving his front a gentle shove, being mindful of the numerous dents and gouges scattered across the bus' front.

"You gotta mean it, Foxy."

"Okay. You're going to want to go over to Flo's. This is going to be loud and forceful."

Doc nodded, and exited the room. He was barely out of the doors when a piercing shout rang through the air, startling him and the others, who were at Flo's.

"What was THAT?"

"Foxy, I think…"

"Doc, it worked!"

In a flash, he had rejoined her, seeing the bus looking down at Foxy with a mixture of wariness, fear, and aggression.

"Can you hear me?" She asked clearly, and the bus nodded, then cringed.

"Yes. I can hear you. Now, who are you? Wh-" The bus tried clearing his throat to get rid of the raspy sound his voice was carrying. "What are you?"

"I'm Foxy. I'm a human. Do you remember what happened to you? We found you nearly dead by the side of the road."

"No, I don't. How long have I been here?"

"Nearly a week. Why?"

"I'm off schedule." The bus muttered, and Foxy looked at him curiously.

"Off schedule? Off schedule for what?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter anymore."

"No, you've obviously tried to plan something out, which means that it's extremely important."

"I'm telling you, it's nothing. I normally don't like to stay in one place for too long. I start getting attached to that place."

"You mean that you don't like to make attachments?"

"No."

"All right, I'm sorry that I asked." Foxy replied stiffly, and the bus just grunted, giving her a half-lidded look of boredom, disinterest, and slight irritation. Foxy sighed, then departed, leaving Doc to work on the bus.

"So, he's awake?"

"Yeah. And a right pain in the ass."

"AHEM."

"Something wrong, Sheriff?" Foxy asked, looking his way with a smile, knowing full well that he didn't especially like her use of colorful language.

"Yer language is what's wrong."

"What? English? How about I say it in German?" She gestured with her thumb back towards the clinic, then mumbled, "Arschloch." (Asshole)

Lightning and Mater laughed aloud, as did Foxy, but Sheriff wasn't as amused. "One of these days, Foxy. Yer mouth is gonna get ya in mighty big trouble."

"I'd love to meet that day. I'll tell it exactly what I think of it."

The others laughed, and Sheriff sighed, irritation setting in.

"Hey, not my fault that the guy's a prick. He's very grumpy, and refuses to answer any of my questions. Instead, he wants to know when he can leave."

"For a second, I wasn't sure if you were talking about Doc or not." Lightning snickered, and Foxy glared at him.

"Lightning, sometimes you manage to dig a hole so big, you not only get yourself stuck in it, but you manage to put all four of your tires in your mouth at the same time."

"Does that translate to 'Lightning, shut up before I come over there and beat some sense into you.'?"

"Yes, it does."

Lightning nodded, then fell silent.

Foxy gave him a look, then continued. "Anyways, he just seems so… miserably aggressive… if that makes sense…"

"That's better." Sheriff replied, and Foxy arched an eyebrow in his direction.

"I know lots of German curses, Sheriff. Don't make me pull out some of the better ones."

"If ya do, I'll have ya hauled away to a lab to be tested painfully on."

Foxy instantly shut her mouth, and snuggled against Fillmore's side, remaining silent. This was the only way to get her to behave when she got into one of her 'moods', which normally contained rebellion and witty comebacks.

Doc rolled over to Flo's later that afternoon, looking pleased now that the bus was awake for more than a few minutes.

"Did you get a name out of him?"

Doc shook his hood, and Foxy sighed. "I've got a few tricks to make him talk…"

"If it involves swearing, I forbid ya from usin' it." Sheriff cut in, giving her a stern look.

She instantly withered under his gaze, then nodded. "All right, then I'll just use something else…"

"Good girl." He chuckled, ruffling her hair and ears with a tire.

"Hey, come on, knock it off! I actually brushed my hair this morning!"

"You did?! Then I guess I'm gonna hafta mess it up!" He replied with a chuckle, and began moving his tires all through her hair, looping the right side onto the left, and vice versa, and just generally knotting it in various places.

Foxy clearly wasn't enjoying any of it, judging by how far she was slouched forwards, an extremely irritated expression present on her face.

When Sheriff finally pulled away, her hair was sticking up at odd angles, and was extremely knotted.

"Are you quite finished?" She asked him with a hint of venom in her voice. Her hair was a touchy subject, namely since it was so long, it could easily have something happen to it.

Sheriff chuckled, then brought another chunk of hair up over her face. "There ya go! Ya look a million times better!" He replied, making the others laugh.

Foxy wasn't laughing as she gave everyone an icy glare, then she stood up, looking like a giant furball.

"Where ya goin'?"

"For my brush." She replied with a slight snap in her tone, looking directly at Sheriff. She looked like an 80's rocker as she walked away, and the others waited until she was out of earshot to begin laughing and commenting on her hair.

"Gotta admit, ya did pretty good, Sheriff. I ain't seen her that mad in a while." Doc replied, chuckling.

Hearing his friend say that made Sheriff begin snickering, and soon the two were laughing hysterically. Once they had stopped, still snickering from time to time, Foxy was nearing Flo's.

She entered, and gave Sheriff a glare before sitting down and trying to get the brush through her hair. Abruptly, she heard a noise like a stifled snicker, and looked around.

What she didn't see was Sheriff grinning like a moron at his accomplishment and trying not to laugh. He cast a glance over at Doc, which was a mistake.

Doc instantly began grinning, trying not to laugh. He shook his hood, but this seemed to make Sheriff think it was okay to start laughing quietly. The two completely lost it after that, laughing hysterically once more.

Foxy leaned forwards to see around Sarge, looking at the two of them oddly. "What is so funny?"

"Yer hair, Foxy!" Sheriff exclaimed, which of course set off the others, although none of them laughed harder then Sheriff or Doc.

"Huh, everybody's a critic…" She grumbled, rolling her eyes at the giggling coming from Lightning's direction. She instead set her sights on disentangling her hair. She first tried to work through it with her fingers, and got to a certain point. She began using the brush to get rid of any snags, and finally, an hour later, her hair was smooth and fluffy again.

"Aww, I liked it the other way." Sheriff remarked, and instantly began snickering, Doc having long since gone to the Butte to try and regain his composure. Without Doc there to egg him on, he was able to gain control pretty quickly, at least until Foxy peered around Sarge at him again.

"What is your problem today, Sheriff? You never laugh this much…"

He shook his hood. "I think yer the one with the problem, Foxy. A hair problem." With that, he began chuckling, and pulled out of Flo's, going to make his rounds. His laughter drifted back to Foxy, who looked irritated once more.

"He's lost it. Bigtime."

The others chuckled, and gradually returned to their own business.

Foxy stood up, going to check on the bus in the clinic.

First chapter, and Foxy's attitude shines through like the sun. XD There will be a Kplus warning on this story, just for this chapter, and some slighty bloody scenes later on. Au Reviour, little biscuits! I don't own anyone except Nikki, Thunder, the other children, Foxy, and this bus!