A/N: So this is my first fanfic posted here. Any constructive criticism is welcome as I am all about making my writing better. This was inspired after a crazy night and discovering some strange pairings the next morning amongst my friends. So I decided to create a somewhat strange pairing of my own. Enjoy!

Falco's eyes slowly fluttered open as he awoke. Light flooded into his eyes as he tried to figure out where he was. For some reason, he couldn't remember how he had gotten into his own bed. His memories were very fogged. The next thing he noticed was an extreme feeling of nausea and a throbbing headache. He just lay there after he woke, trying to figure out what could make him feel like such crap. Oh, that's right. Alcohol.

Recollections of the night before were beginning to come back. Boredom had begun to overtake the ship with the lack of jobs coming as of late. The team wasn't entirely pressed for money as they had been in the past having just completed a well paying escort mission, but they were still bored nonetheless. So to throw some spice into life, they decided to raid the liquor cabinet. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember much past the drinking games they had started. His last memory was everyone minus Peppy running around the living room of the Great Fox acting totally stupid. Nothing much after that.

Falco could smell the alcohol on his breath. It just made him more ill sitting there smelling it. The scent of booze is always far from appealing the morning after a night of drinking. He started to make his way out of bed to take a long shower and find some aspirin. But when he rolled over and faced the other way, the sight made him freeze completely. There was someone next to him in his bed. At first he didn't recognize the figure. But after the initial shock passed and he looked at the figure more closely, the realization of who it was horrified him. It was Krystal.

At first he thought it wasn't too serious. She was probably as drunk as he was the night before and just collapsed in the first place she found. He had probably forgotten to lock his door, so it was probable that she just walked in and passed out. His mind was slightly at ease, but then he realized that the blue vulpine wasn't wearing a shirt. He then took notice of the feeling in his own extremities. He was naked. Hoping it was still nothing, he drew back the sheets while the vixen continued to sleep. The sight of his own bare form confirmed his original thoughts, and the sight of Krystal's bare form did nothing to alleviate his worries. He quickly pulled the sheets back over the two of them, and then started staring at the ceiling with wide eyes and a rushing mind.

Oh my fucking Christ, please tell me this isn't what it looks like. Please don't tell me I had sex with my best friend's girlfriend. No. Just no. This can't be right. Maybe we both just stripped because we were so damn drunk. That has to be it. We always do weird shit when we've been drinking. Then she just passed out here because it was the first bed she found. That has to be it. We'd never hook up, no matter how drunk we were. Neither of us would do that to Fox.

The thoughts eased his mind. He knew that Krystal was falling in love with Fox and would never do anything to hurt him. And as much as he refused to admit it, Fox was his best friend and he knew it. He loved the guy more than anyone, and he'd never do anything to knowingly hurt him either, drunk or not.

Feeling a little better, he rolled over to the side of the bed and swung his legs around to plant his feet on the floor. When he did so, his foot landed in something cold, slimy, and very wet. At first, he thought he had just stepped in a puddle of vomit and became a bit more nauseous. But when he looked down, what he saw underneath his foot scared him even more than vomit ever could. It was a condom, and one that had clearly been used.

Falco was frozen in place. He tried as hard as he could to rationalize what he just found, but was having a very difficult time of it.

Ok, maybe this was here from before. No, definitely not. I haven't seen much action lately. Maybe someone was in here before I came to pass out. Yeah, that has to be it. Fox and Krystal just got horny and came into my room for some weird reason. They were drunk. They had no idea what was going on. Now that's fucking gross, them in my bed. But at least it wasn't me who slept with Krystal. It had to be Fox. But wait, that thing has ribs on it. It's definitely the brand I use. Well, that's not too weird. I doubt Fox would go all the way down to his room to grab a condom when there were some right here, especially if he was shit-faced. He just used one of mine.

Falco's mind was again at ease. It made sense. Fox and Krystal just came in here to get rid of some hormones, and then he left and passed out somewhere else. That had to be it. But then Falco caught a whiff of a familiar scent, his own. Even though classifying seminal fluid wasn't exactly Falco's expertise, he knew that avians and vulpines had to have two different scents. And the one in his nostrils right now was certainly his own. He looked downwards on his own body to see dried fluids on his genital area. This was something he absolutely could not rationalize. He just woke up with no recollection of the night before in bed naked with his best friend's girlfriend who was also naked along with a used condom and semen all over himself. He had only one thought.

…Shit…

Falco just couldn't function. He sat in the kitchen alone staring into his coffee while contemplating what the situation would bring. His nausea had begun to subside after getting some food in his stomach, and he had taken enough medication to alleviate his headache. But that didn't ease his thought process any. He just simply had no idea what to do or how to handle the situation. He knew he had no idea what he was doing the night before, but that made him feel no less guilty. The knowledge that he betrayed the best friend he has ever had was eating away at his conscience.

As Falco continued to stare into his beverage, Fox walked into the kitchen looking like he had just been hit by a truck. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of cargo shorts, both extremely wrinkled. He didn't even bother changing out of the clothes he had slept in. Falco could tell who it was, but couldn't bring himself to face his best friend quite yet. Luckily, Fox didn't notice the avian's demeanor as he could barely think with the pounding pain in his head. The vulpine walked over to the counter, found the bottle of aspirin Falco had used earlier, and proceeded to dry swallow four or five of the pills. After throwing two frozen waffles into the toaster, he walked over and sat across from Falco who still hadn't looked up.

"Do you feel like shit too?" Fox asked in a barely audible voice.

Falco still didn't look up. "Yeah, pretty much." He realized he could just play off his unwillingness to address his friend as a severe hangover, and proceeded to do so.

"What the hell did we drink last night?" asked Fox.

"Umm…a lot," replied Falco.

Fox couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the remark. "Ain't that the truth."

The toaster beeped behind the table and Fox slowly got up to retrieve his breakfast. As he was walking away, Falco finally found the nerve to look up at his captain. Fox looked like shit, more so than the avian did earlier that morning. His eyes were barely open and had dark circles underneath of them. He was clearly very sick and in no shape to do anything at the moment. Falco couldn't say anything to him with the vulpine being in the condition he was. He had to wait until they both had fully recovered before he could say anything.

Just then, the door opened and in walked the cerulean vixen, Krystal. She was in equally bad shape has Fox, with her clothes even more mussed up. Falco had dressed her in the clothes of hers that he found on his floor, knowing that the vixen would be horrified to wake up in his bed completely nude. He didn't want her to suspect anything, assuming that she had no recollection of the previous night. She definitely didn't appear to be in any such shape.

She groggily walked over to the counter next to Fox and snatched on of the waffles out of the toaster. She shoved it into her mouth and lethargically chewed on the poorly cooked morsel. While she continued eating, she made her way over to the table where Falco was and sat down across from him. The avian's eyes had returned to his coffee, unwilling to look her in the eyes.

Krystal didn't even say anything after she sat down. Falco feared that she had some idea of what had happened the night before, and was not speaking to him because of it. Steeling his nerves, he looked up into the vixen's face. She met his eyes and just stared at him blankly while continuing to chew.

"How are you feeling?" asked Falco.

"Like shit," was all that the vixen replied with.

"Remember anything from last night?"

"I remember my eighth drink, and Fox doing body shots off of me, and nothing else after that." This brought some relief to Falco's thoughts. She had no idea what happened. He made a conscious effort to remove all of the evidence that he had found so that Krystal could not reach the same conclusions he had. She had no idea.

As Falco thought about this, the vixen spoke up. "So why did I wake up in your bed this morning?"

Falco just shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. I woke up next to the toilet in my bathroom. I don't even remember leaving the living room last night."

Fox sat down next to Krystal with his waffle and some coffee and joined the conversation. "Wait, you woke up in Falco's room? When the hell did you go there?"

Krystal shook her head. "I have no freaking idea. I really don't. At least all my clothes were still on this morning."

Fox laughed a bit. "Yeah, that definitely would be a problem."

Falco glanced between the two of them. The irony of the conversation was just sickening.

Falco opened the door of his bedroom and peered both ways down the hall to make sure no one saw him. It was unlikely though. Everyone had locked themselves away in there rooms. Fox, Krystal, and Slippy were all still badly hungover and Peppy knew better than to interact with the crew after a night of drinking.

He made his way down the hall as quietly as he could. Guilt had gotten the better part of him for the entirety of the day and he could simply not stop thinking about what had happened with Krystal. Worst of all, he still wasn't sure exactly what happened. That's why he had to find out and try and set his mind at ease.

The doors opened and Falco stood in the entranceway to the bridge. He made his way over to one of the computer terminals and began to type. The software he was accessing was the memory bank for all security footage taken in the Great Fox. He knew this would provide some answers even if they were answers he didn't want to face.

Falco looked on the time stamp of the video he had just brought up. It was the pervious night at 9:16 p.m., not long after they began drinking. He switched the camera over to the living room where the previous night's shenanigans had taken place. The events transpiring were nothing too serious. Falco and Slippy were playing a game of pong against Fox and Krystal. He remembered that, so it wasn't too far into the night. The figures on the screen began to move more rapidly as Falco pressed the fast forward button. He could only watch the events in a blur, but he couldn't help but laugh at them. The whole crew was acting totally ridiculous and nonsensical, but that would be expected once alcohol entered the equation.

He switched back to regular speed when he noticed something peculiar at 2:24 a.m. Fox had passed out on the floor of the living room, totally unconscious. Slippy was clumsily attempting to pick up the vulpine and carry him. After a few minutes of failed attempts and much struggle, the toad had his captain slung over his back and was walking out of the room. Falco switched the camera to the hallway and continued to watch Slippy stumble down the hallway with Fox still in his arms.

After turning down a few more hallways, the toad stopped out front of Fox's room and opened the door. He then proceeded to pull the vulpine off of his shoulders and into his arms and then promptly dropped Fox on the floor inside the room. Falco couldn't help but laugh at the situation. This was just too funny. After Slippy closed the door, he stumbled his way a few yards down the hallway before dropping to his knees. His face then stuck the floor with an audible thud and the toad ceased to move. Falco was laughing even harder. He just wished he could have seen that in person.

He fast-forwarded on the same camera about half an hour to make sure that the two did nothing else. Fox's door stayed closed and Slippy remained unconscious. Apparently, that was where they ended up passing out.

Falco rewound the camera back to 2:24 a.m., and switched back to the living room, to see only him and Krystal there. They were both just sitting on the couch talking, each with a bottle in hand. Falco had turned the audio off. He had no idea what they were saying, but then again, he probably wouldn't like the sound of himself completely drunk. He fast-forwarded some more until the two figures in the video started moving. He switched it back to normal speed to see Krystal on all fours on the couch slowly crawling over towards the avian. He switched the audio on to hear what was happening.

"-ever told you how daaaaaamn sexy you are?" said Krystal. Her words were terribly slow and quite slurred, clearly indicating her intoxication. This was going to lead to trouble and Falco knew it.

The bird on the screen didn't answer. He just stared at the vixen slowly making her way towards him.

Krystal said, "I really like you. You are waaaay better looking than Fox. You got more muscleeees, and soooo much cuter. I want you to show me what you've got"

The recorded Falco answered, "What's that mean?" He was clearly equally intoxicated from his labored speech.

"This," said Krystal as she proceeded to fully grope Falco's crotch. The bird's eyes widened as he sat there watching the two figures on the screen. She wasn't stopping. And he wasn't stopping her either. In fact, it looked like he was enjoying it. This was definitely something Falco didn't want to watch.

He hit the fast forward button and watched as the figures on the screen proceeded to make out. A lot. They left the couch and went over to the small bar in the corner, continuing to make out on top of it. Then on the floor, and against the wall, and on the windowsill, and then back to the floor again. Falco felt very nauseous while watching all of this, and it wasn't because of his hangover. Just when he thought it would never end, he watched his recorded self pick Krystal up in his arms and carry her out of view of the camera. He switched to the hallway camera, noting the time stamp. It was 3:56 a.m.

Holy shit. We made out for a solid hour and a half.

This just upset Falco. He was somewhat amazed that they were doing that for so long without shedding any clothing. He watched the video of himself clumsily carrying Krystal down the hallway in the direction of his bedroom. What would normally have been under a two-minute stroll became a ten-minute awkward process with the alcohol flowing through his veins. When he reached the door, he opened it and hit Krystal's head on the wall as he entered. The door closed behind them, and the scene was cut off.

Falco both wanted to and didn't want to watch the video from that time in his room, just to see undoubtedly what happened. But he couldn't even if he wanted to. All the security footage from the crew's rooms was kept locked for privacy reasons. The only way to access the videos was for at least half of the crew to enter their access codes. This was so that the footage would still be able to be accessed in case of an emergency of any sort.

But watching it was pretty unnecessary. He just watched himself and Krystal express their clear desire for each other for an hour and a half and then seclude themselves in his bedroom. And with a used condom and no clothes found the next morning, it was pretty certain what happened. To be sure, he switched back to the hallway where Slippy and Fox were passed out. He fast-forwarded all the way to 10 a.m. where Fox was seen leaving his room in the abysmal state he was found in the kitchen that morning. And Slippy was still passed out on the floor. Neither of them moved at all during the night.

There was nothing else Falco could do to deny it. It was indisputable. He had sex with Krystal.

A/N: There will likely only be one more chapter to this story. My original plan wasn't to get too in-depth, seeing as how this was largely experimental. Again, please leave some feedback whether you like it or not.