This is where it all started, the very first thing that I ever wrote. I never did get around to finishing it. Yet somehow I found the time to come back and re-edit it. Maybe that's when everything started falling apart. When I started to think what I was writing was wrong. That time that I realized I was no longer writing for myself.

Chapter 1: What!

Everything is great, or at least that's what the rest of the Star Fox team thought, and on the outside that's what it looked like to anyone. But the truth was that the brave leader and captain of the famous mercenary team, Fox McCloud, was suffering. It has been two weeks since the defeat of the Anglars and everything seemed perfect, except there was one thing still on the vulpine's mind, Krystal. After everything that was said and everything that happened she had made the decision to come back to the team. And since she returned, Fox thought that he would get the opportunity to make things right with the vixen, but it was made very clear that she didn't want to be a part of the vulpine's life. Every time he would try and start a conversation with her, her face would hold a glare intense enough to make a grown man shutter with fear. And every word directed towards him held a tone that was so hate oriented that you could almost see the malice and venom dripping off of each syllable. He understood why she did all of this, and there was no one else to blame but himself, but the way she acted towards him hurt him like nothing else could. But, he was the leader, the captain, the praised hero of Lylat, so showing his weakness to anyone wasn't an option. So for two weeks he endured the depressing lifestyle, for two weeks he was dead on the inside, for two weeks he wasn't Fox McCloud. But soon, that would all change...

The vulpine's eyes opened to reveal the ceiling in his room aboard the Great Fox II. He lazily rolled over onto his side and set his gaze on his alarm clock to see it reading 5:13.

"Great, just great," slowly he rolled out of bed and padded his way over to his closet and pulled out a plain white t-shirt and a pair of blue jogging pants. After getting dressed he made his way out into one of the many hallways of the Great Fox II.

'I wish I could find a way to get her to forgive me.'The vulpine let out another sigh as he made his way down the hallway towards the command room.

'I love her, I know I do, but I only wish I knew a way to tell her.'As his thoughts about the vixen ceased he reached over and hit the door release and when the door to the command room opened he was greeted with a site he was not expecting, Krystal.

The vixens back was to him so she had not seen him enter. And thanks to one of Slippy's many upgrades, she did not hear him come in either. Even then Fox couldn't help but take in her beauty.

'She could have been mine but I had to go and fuck everything up.'His thoughts were broken by the sound of crying.

Sure enough, his ears were telling him something his eyes could not, Krystal was indeed crying. 'Why is she crying, and what the hell is she doing up at six A.M.'

Right about the time he was about to call out to her she turned ever so slightly and set what looked like a sheet of paper down onto the captain chair. 'What is that?'

She reached down and picked-up a duffel bag that was laying against the pivot point of his chair. By now Fox was utterly confused, 'Okay, I have to know what's going on.'

"Krystal, what are you doing?" Krystal nearly jumped out of her skin when Fox had said something. But once she turned and realized who it was, her facial features softened, which made Fox feel a little better. But as soon as he started to smile her face was replaced with a frown.

"Fox, what are you doing up?" Fox could tell that she had not expected anyone else to be awake.

"I couldn't sleep, so I thought coming up here to think would do me some good, but what are you doing up?" Even after everything that has happened between the two, Fox still cared deeply for the vixen.

"Oh...um well..." To Fox, Krystal seemed as though she didn't want to answer.

"Krystal if something's wrong you can tell me." Fox wanted so desperately for the vixen to open up to him.

Looking into Fox's eyes Krystal knew that all Fox wanted was to see her happy, and that was all she needed to open up to him, "Fox, I'm leaving the team."

Fox's eyes went wide with shock and his reaction came out a little louder than he had expected, "WHAT!" Fox, realizing that he had shouted his question rather than saying it, quickly followed with, "Why? I thought you were happy here?"

"I was Fox, but that's only because every day I got up thinking that today might be the day that you apologize for everything that has happened between us, and maybe we could try and fix things. But so far you haven't even made the smallest attempt at an apology." Krystal was crying even harder than before, and all Fox could do was watch each tear fall to the ground below.

"Krystal I've wanted to apologize to you from day one, but every time I even glanced in your direction I was greeted with a glare. How am I supposed to apologize to someone who won't even so much as give me a chance to tell you that I was wrong?" By now Fox was crying as well. Letting all of the emotion that he had bottled-up over the past two weeks finally come out.

"Fox, do want to know why I was glaring at you for the past two weeks? I was trying to pressure you into talking to me. I thought that if I glared at you long enough you would try and ask me what was wrong, and then maybe we could fix things between us. But that never happened, did it?" Krystal was going from upset to angry rather quickly.

"What do you want me to say Krystal? Do you want me to tell you why I kicked you off the team in the first place? Do want me to tell you why I did what I did? Do you want me to tell you why I've been acting like I have?" Fox was now trying desperately to not mess-up. When Fox kicked Krystal off the team he drove himself into a state of depression. But if she left now by her own will, Fox would probably take the extra step to try and end it all.

"Yes, that is exactly what I want Fox. I want to know the reason for all of your actions. I want to know why you've treated me like you have. I just want to know why." Krystal's voice was much quieter than before, and her tears were starting to cease.

"It's because I...I..." Fox was debating if it would really all be worth it? That and he was afraid she wouldn't feel the same way.

"Fox I thought you were actually going to take this seriously." Krystal was irritated now because of how the vulpine was acting.

"I love you Krystal, I love you. I always have and I always will. Ever since I saw you trapped inside of the crystal atop the Krazoa palace I knew that one day we would be together." Fox's tears were gone and now he was hoping that he had made the right decision. Krystal didn't respond, she just stood there with a wide-eyed look on her face. Fox closed his eyes in defeat, 'dammit, I knew I should have never said anything, I thought that she actually cared about me. When in all reality she...is kissing me!'

Fox's eyes opened to reveal Krystal with her arms wrapped around his neck and her muzzle pressed tightly against his. He couldn't believe it! Krystal, the girl of his dreams, was standing there with her arms around his neck, locking him in a loving embrace. Once he finally realized that this was actuallyhappening, he went ahead and wrapped both of his arms around her waist and pulled her body closer to his. Fox couldn't even describe what he was feeling. He deepened the kiss, relinquishing in the blissful feeling of his and her tongue together. It was as if they were preforming a well-rehearsed dance, never missing a beat and moving perfectly in-line with one another. Each one motivated with the power of love and passion never before experienced by either recipient. After what seemed like an eternity, and much to Fox's dismay, Krystal ended the kiss, but she did so with a smile, which was all Fox needed for an answer.

"I love you too Fox, I love you too."

What happened to him? The guy that wrote this out seeing it for how pure he wanted it to be. Before I leave for good I'm going to take one last trip through my past to remind myself of who I used to be. Maybe the secret I've been trying to find will be amongst my past writings. As I read through this I realized why I started in the first place. That happiness at the end of this chapter is what pushed me to start. Just to see that things always will work out in the end is what this site was to me. Maybe that's what I lost sight of?