"What have you found to pester, old boy?" He chuckled, the fuschia car beside him giving the jet a slightly worried look.

"ME!" Came Foxy's shrill squeal, surrounded by laughter and giggling.

Finn began chuckling, and Foxy scrambled upright, gasping as she crawled furiously towards Finn. "Are you all right?" He asked, grinning at her.

She could only nod, her tongue flopping out.

"Foxy, this is Miss Shiftwell. Miss Shiftwell, this is the creature I told you about."

Foxy lifted a hand, still gasping for breath.

"How do you do?" Holley replied, extending a tire to her.

"Very well, thank you." Foxy replied, shaking Holley's tire awkwardly.

"Now that introductions are finished, our mission, Holley."

"Right, of course."

The two went up the ramp. Foxy gave Siddeley a smile before following them. "We need to keep her safe. I'm sure that Zundapp and two of his lemons have already found her once, Holley. I pulled a bullet out of her right front limb, and I'm sure that she's got another lodged near her left lung. One of her rear limbs appears to be shattered, although it doesn't seem to be causing her much pain."

Foxy heard low tones as she entered the cabin, and curled up in the corner again.

"Finn, we don't know that he did this. It could have been a hunter."

"I suppose you're right, but they look recent, and they are the same bullets he uses."

"How will you get her into C.H.R.O.M.E? Surely you thought of that?"

"Of course, Holley. She already has a tail, all that she needs is a set of ears. I'll take her into C.H.R.O.M.E, and if anyone asks, I'll tell them that the animal was requested by the surgeon to practice weapon placement. Once I get to the ward, I'll tell him the truth and swear him to secrecy."

"Finn McMissile, I'm surprised at you! You absolutely despise liars! Why are you becoming one yourself?"

"Holley, it truly is the only way to help her. If anyone else knew what she was, they'd torture her with experiments until she passed on. I couldn't live with myself if that were to happen to her."

Foxy heard a sigh, then there was silence.

"Very well, Finn. But what if she wants to go after him herself?"

"She was terrified of me the first time I saw her. I'm sure that isn't from her abandonment. Another car had to have done something to her to break her trust. Remember the bullets, Holley. Shooting at her would have quickly shattered her trust of any car, especially if there was more then one with a weapon."

The two were silent for a minute, then Foxy heard Finn's voice call her from the other room. Surprised, she got up and entered.

"Foxy, we-"

"I'm not going to lie and pretend like I know what you're going to say. I already overheard the problem. How are we going to make it happen?"

Finn and Holley looked at each other, surprise evident on their faces, then Finn turned back to her. "You're going to need to pretend to be drugged. But first, we need to find you a set of ears." No sooner had he said this, then she pulled a set out and placed them on.

"I took them off so hunters wouldn't shoot at me." She replied, looking over at Holley with a smile.

"Good. Now, in the chair."

Confused, Foxy did as she was told.

"Now, flop down on either side." She did so, quickly letting her body go limp, her eyes shut, and her breathing grow shallow. "Hmm... she still doesn't look quite like a drugged animal. Foxy, your tongue."

On command, she flopped her tongue out slightly. "Much better." Her eyes flew open, and she yelped as she felt someone grab her ankle and start pulling at it. "All right, I'm sorry!" Finn replied quickly, backing up. She rose into a sitting position, tucking her injured ankle closer to her body, using her other ankle to protect it. "The good news is that the ward is only a floor below the ground level." Finn replied.

They soon reached C.H.R.O.M.E, and Finn lifted her up, setting her on his hood. "Now, Foxy." She immediately went limp, her tail dropping and curving over his front fender, looking like a real tranquilized animal.

"What's that, McMissile?"

"New specimen for weapon placement. The tranquilizer won't last long, so I need to get it to the ward quickly." He set off again, quickly. They reached the elevator, and Foxy's head rose as soon as the doors were fully shut.

Finn quickly pushed her head down, hoping that it looked like she was only starting to come around from the tranquilizer. Finally, they reached the floor below and she became limp again. Finn drove into the ward, and spotted the surgeon. "I'll need to speak with you as soon as possible." He told the Mini Cooper in a low tone.

The white Mini nodded, then replied that he would be on break in ten minutes.

"Good, good. I'll be in room thirteen."

The Mini nodded again, then Finn set off. He opened the door, drove inside, then quickly shut it. "You can open your eyes, but you need to stay here."

"Yes, Finn." Foxy looked around at the room, but remained lying on her side. The wait dragged on, until there was a quiet knock at the door. Foxy became limp again, and the Mini greeted Finn.

"We're going to need to make this quick, McMissile. I'm giving you thirty minutes."

"Very well. But first, you're going to need to swear to secrecy. What is said and done here must never leave this room."

"Of course."

"Foxy?"

Foxy blinked her eyes open, and found herself staring into the panic-filled brown eyes of the surgeon. He quickly leapt backwards, gasping in shock. "What in the blue blazes is that, McMissile?!" He exclaimed quietly.

"Her name is Foxy. I was sent to find Zundapp, and I found her. However, it seems as though he did the same. Now, she has a bullet here-" He set her down and pointed just below her shoulder blade with a tire, "And I'm quite certain that it is hindering her ability to breathe. She also has something wrong with one of her rear limbs, here." He pointed at her ankle.

"Let's see what can be done." The Mini retrieved a pair of long, narrow forceps, then set to work retrieving the bullet. He worked it loose, and Foxy did nothing but whimper, trying to remain as silent as possible. Finn gave her a glance, then looked down at her ankle, which he was sure was shattered. The Mini moved onto her ankle after disposing of the bullet, and agreed with Finn. "It would appear that she hit it here-" He gestured at the swollen side of her ankle, "on a rock as she was fleeing, if she was running from her attacker."

"Will she be able to heal it quickly?"

"I'm afraid not, McMissile. There could be small pieces in that area which would need to be removed. It would be extremely painful, and a lengthy recovery."

Finn petted her hair gently, mulling over his thoughts. "How long does it take to install weapons on an animal?"

"Nearly three hours."

"Could you remove the pieces in that amount of time?"

"It would be cutting it close, but we may be able to accomplish it."

"Will it fix her limb?"

"It may. It may not."

"Will you be able to do it soon?"

"Of course. I can get someone to fill in."

"Thank you, George."

"Don't mention it, McMissile. She does seem well-behaved." George gently patted her hair, slightly unsure.

"I suppose I'll see you in three hours, then." Finn replied, looking down at her. She looked up at him in fear, then George spoke up.

"I would advise you stay, Finn. That way you can get her out with less fuss and less prying eyes. The longer she's here, the more people will hear about the thing you had with you in the halls."

Finn, hearing the seriousness in George's voice, nodded. "I'll let Holley know." He and George placed Foxy onto a rolling cart, covered her in a sheet, then George carted her away while Finn radioed Holley. Needless to say, she wasn't pleased.

"Finn, you're wasting valuable time with this creature when you could be using it to find Zundapp!"

"Holley, that is enough! I already have an idea where he is, and I've got a feeling that Foxy can help us." He heard Holley sigh, then she replied, "Yes, Finn." He disconnected the transmission, then went to find George and Foxy.

The three hours dragged on and on, until he saw the light above the surgery room go out. George opened the door and poked his front bumper out. "It went well. You'll need to keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't damage it further."

Finn nodded, and he rolled inside to get Foxy. She was lying on her side, just as she was earlier, and Finn scooped her onto his hood.

"Give her half the small dosage of pain medication, don't let her get into trouble for a while, and don't let her at her stitches."

"Thank you, George. I'm sure that her guardians will be extremely thankful as well." Finn gave the Mini a smile, and George returned it with a nod of his hood.

"Best get going. Don't want to attract any unwanted attention."

"Yes, of course." Finn left quickly, driving into the elevator. When the doors shut, Finn looked down at the limp figure on his hood. He saw her collar, which he hadn't noticed before. He made a mental note to check for any other forms of identification, and looked up as the doors opened. He drove quickly through the halls, trying to reach the doors before someone noticed the creature lying on his hood.

As he drove through the doors, Siddeley pulled up, looking down at her worriedly. "How is she, mate? Holley told me what happened."

"She has yet to come around, Sid, but George said that it was a success."

"Quite good." Siddeley replied, lowering the ramp. "Where to, Finn?"

"Home."

"Yessir."

As Finn set Foxy down in a chair, he heard a shout.

"Wait! Sid!"

"Sorry, Miss Shiftwell!"

Finn watched as Holley sped up the ramp and hastily started to explain. "I went down to the ward to look for you, but George told me that you'd already gone, and I got here as fast as I could!" After catching her breath, she continued. "I wanted to know where you were going to keep her, and if she was all right."

"She has yet to come around, and she'll be staying with me, Holley." He gave her a smile, and she nodded.

"It was a success then?" She asked, referring to his lie.

"It went flawlessly."

"Splendid!" She replied. With Siddeley already flying towards Finn's home, all they had to do was wait until Foxy awoke.

Finn turned her way a few hours later, hearing her stirring. He drove over to her side, and nudged her gently. "Foxy?"

She whimpered quietly, and blinked her eyes open slowly.

"She's coming around."

Her vision and hearing were both blurred, and she tried to focus on the object in front of her. First, she saw colors, then shapes, though everything was still blurry. "Hmm?"

"It was a success, Foxy."

"Hmm." She responded, and settled back down, wanting to sleep. She dimly felt herself moving through air, then she was placed somewhere that was moving slightly. The movement was comforting to her, and she curled up, her mind still foggy from the gas.

She drifted to sleep minutes afterward, and remained asleep for a while. When she next awoke, there was light around her, and she was laying on something soft. She dragged her eyelids open, and slowly lifted her head, looking around. It looked like she was in a bedroom of some type. She looked down at the item she was resting on, only to discover she was laying on a large pillow, with a blanket over her.

At that moment, Finn entered the room to check on her, as he had been doing ever since he had woken up three hours earlier. Upon seeing her awake and somewhat competent, he gave her a grin. "Moorning." He replied, a raised eyelid and his sly tone showing that he had something up his wheel well.

"Hi, Finn." She yawned, and went to get up.

Finn was at her side in the blink of an eye, pushing her down. "No. You're not to get up."

"But I'm thirsty. What am I supposed to do?"

"Stay there, don't get up, and ask kindly."

Her fox ears went back, and she gave him her puppy-dog expression. "Could I get up to get a drink, Finn?"

"No."

The ears drooped, and she set her head back down on the pillow. "Oh."

"I'll get it. Tea?"

Foxy blushed and nodded. "Thanks, Finn."

He chuckled, then petted her hair gently before departing the room. He returned shortly, Holley following along behind. He passed her the tea, and watched as she took a sip.

"That's good. Thanks, Finn."

He dipped his hood in a nod, then Holley pulled up beside him to gently pet her.

"Feeling any better, Foxy?"

"Not by much." She replied, wincing as she tried to pull her injured right ankle in closer.

"Then take this. It should help." He passed Foxy a small bit of pain medication, which she gratefully took. She took another sip of tea, looking around the room again.

"Where am I? The last thing I remember was being inside that room with the Mini Cooper."

"You're in my home, in my bedroom. I thought it best for the time being."

"I like it. It's nice." She gave him a smile, then sipped at her tea again.

"Thank you, Foxy."

"Thank you, Finn."

"All right, we get it, you're both appreciative of one another." Holley sighed, and Finn chuckled.

"We might get more work done if we weren't worrying over Foxy, so why not work up here?" Finn suggested, and Holley nodded.

"Sounds like a good idea to me."

"Oh no, not you. You've been through enough in the past day to earn the privilege of not working." Holley replied, and Foxy sighed, finishing her tea before settling back down on the pillow again.

Finn set the empty cup on the nightstand by the bed, then he and Holley got to work.

Anyone else a Harry Potter fan? Imagine Finn saying 'Moorning." like George when he caught Ginny and Harry kissing. xD

I just imagined Finn as having a really pretty Victorian mansion in a forest in Britain, filled with lots of cool stuff, like vases and Grandfather clocks, and I dunno... just something that says 'Classy British', because that's who Finn is.