-1So here it is! The second chapter of the Broken Knight. Also to have a review so fastmade me so happy I couldn't help destroy twenty realms! Glee! Glee! Thank you Hakem. I plan to reward you!

"You did what to me?!?!" Fox shouts.

"Please, indoor voice." Cannot help keeping a smile hidden.

"Graagah!" Fox glares angrily.

"Please, my good chump, say it."

"Go fuck yourself!"

I flip him off and say "I do not own any of the trade mark characters. If I did and I did this, I would be firebombed. I only own the character that you do not recognize."

On to the story…

The man known as Fox McCloud stood in front of the confused men in uniforms. Fox lost his patience with what had must have been some tech worker or something low-rung crew member and turned to the Wolf next to staring Lynx.

"Well, you must be the Ccaptain of this cargo ship," He said, an angry tone in his voice, "So you can offer some help. Not like this bozo." He used his staff to point at the Lynx.

"Uh, Mr. Fox sir? I'm not the captain," Tom answered, looking embarrassed. "You see…."

"First off, my name is not Mr. Fox. It's Mr. McCloud. Fox is only for my friends. Mr. Fox is probably some dumbass' name. And do not call me 'sir,' that was my father," He wagged a finger in a disciplinary way. It caused the Wolf to take a step backwards. He turned to the Lynx. "I'm sorry, I didn't know they made bozos into captains these days."

"Um," the Lynx turned to the Wolf, "Tom, why don't you go take Mr. McCloud to your room to get freshened up and in a better suit." He asked this in a pleading tone, desperate to get away to think about what to do.

"Call me crazy," Fox said with a slightly insane grin, "But in my day as a captain, it was our job to attend to our guests."

"The cap would, Mr. McCloud, but he has to answer some very important calls, right sir?" Tom provided the quick answer for his captain.

"That's right Tom. And, of course, make some calls." He then turned tail and walked quite quickly away from the two. Fox and Tom stared at each other in complete silence for a good minute.

"Well?" Fox waved his left paw in a circular motion. "I'm not getting any younger here."

"Oh, right. Sorry, Mr. McCloud. This way please," He gestured to a corridor and the two began to walk.

"Two things, Tom." Fox stated as they were walking down the corridor, past some of the crew.

"Shoot Mr. McCloud." Tom answered, trying not to look at Fox.

"Just call me McCloud." Fox shot him a glance of a young man doing something incredibly stupid, but incredibly more fun.

"But you said Mr. McCloud before." Tom shot McCloud a confused look.

"I know that."

"But…"

"But what?"Fox gave him a look that seemed to be nice? No, it couldn't be. It had to be an 'I'm-a-jackass-but-a-jackass-that-you-can't-touch-so-deal-with-it' look.

"Alright, McCloud, what are the two questions?" Tom asked him, a small part of him beginning to understand the vulpine beside him.

"I said two, not three. Do you need help with basic word meaning?" Fox answered with an angry tone that it sent some of the nearby crew away. For a strange reason, it didn't scare Tom, who was getting more and more sure of how this man's mind worked.

"Sorry. What's the other one?"

"If you ever think you need to walk slowly for me, I'll shove my staff so far up your ass you'll need a g-scope to see what happened!"

"I wasn't walking…"Tom stopped at the look Fox gave him. "It's something that's hard to control. It's like trying to help a blind man cross the street, even if he could do it by himself and would try to beat me for it. You know?"

"Just do not do it again, got it?!" he spat out. He gave a look of pure hatred.

"I promise that it will never happen again." He gave the answer with his ears flat against his head and his tail in between his legs. He started to walk ahead of Fox, causing the old vulpine spirit to quicken his pace. The Wolf thought of stopping, but he was worried that Fox might get angry. He let his feet drag and he felt a sharp pain across his back, causing him to buckle. He put out his arms to stop himself from falling on the ground. He looked at Fox who was standing, waiting for him to get up. He brought himself up and looked at the fox.

"I warned you."

"I was in thought, you asshole!" He snapped out, not caring what his boss might say.

"Dammit! It hurts!" He swore as he walked faster to his room. He heard rapid clanks indicating that Fox was following him, but he couldn't care less. He finally made it to his room.

"Well, this is my room."

"This is a room?" Fox said looking around with a snarky expression. "This is a broom closet!" He looked around to see a small bed, a dresser, and a bathroom. He and Tom were already taking a large amount of space.

"Well I don't have a lot, thanks to my father." he spat out darkly.

"Well you can keep it to yourself," Fox looked around the room, feeling a sense of closed up, something called fear. "Fuck."

"What?" Tom asked looking curious.

"I can't stand this room. It's so damn small!" He spat angry.

"You're claustrophobic?" Tom asked with a grin.

"I was trapped on open area plane so being somewhere so tiny is taking me out of my frame of mind is enough of an excuse, isn't?" Fox answered more than he wanted to.

"I'm sorry, no. Wait a minute, no I'm not sorry." Tom said, getting a grin from Fox.

"You're getting it, pup," He leaned his staff against the wall and gave a chuckle, "I never thought I'd call someone pup."

"Makes you feel old?" He insulted the ex-hero without the slightest remorse.

"Very." He had pulled off his top, reviling a toned, but slightly scarred chest. His whole body was ripped. No girl or gay man alive would not drool at the chest. Tom watched in amazement at Fox's balance as he dunked his shirt off on his floor.

"Whoa, whoa whoa!!!" He shouted as he began to tilt. Tom quickly grabbed the failing arms of the man in front of him and pulled him upright. Using a free hand he grabbed Fox's staff and handed it to him. He quickly regained his balance and did not look at Tom. Tom knew what was going on and quickly pointed to the bathroom.

"Good to get this filth off of me." Fox quickly spoke. He entered the bathroom, slammed the door shut. He slipped off his pants, and entered the shower. The man had turned on the water and let it fall over him. As it did, he began to see the past come back.

He was waking up. His head is killing him. He smells smoke and the brunt out ashes of fire. He opens his eye to see himself lying face up on green plain. Not ever knowing how, he managed to eject himself from the ship and land right side up. He saw an image that would always scare him and haunt his dreams. He saw that his right leg, at the kneecap, was hanging by a thread and bleeding like hell. He knows without knowing that ifhe does not stop it, he would die. He takes out his hunting knife and begins to do something that takes Fox out of his stunned phase only to show pain. He begins to cut off his leg, ignoring the enormous amount of pain he is feeling. In seconds that feel like hours, he feels his right leg get lighter. He takes the ripped clothing of his right planet leg and ties it around the wound.

(now you might stop and say, "But master EA, you said he was missing his whole leg? How come you just said that he had to cut off half his leg?" Well my peons, this can be answered by this one statement, things can change in five years,)

Fox awakes from his nightmare, gripping the side to stabilize him. It was one of the better dreams he had has. It wasn't the one where the rest of his leg went bye-bye, and that was always good news. He shivered despite himself, in thoughts of that day. He saw that in his dream, he had began to wash himself.

'To be that cut off from reality in my dreams,' Fox thought angrily, 'I can't do it again.' He took the soap and washed himself a final time. He shuts off the water and takes a towel and begins to dry himself. He ties the towel around his waist and using his staff, he walks into the bedroom. He see the Wolf, leaning on his bed, having the look of boredom on his face.

"Here you go McCloud." He tossed Fox some clothing. Fox looked it over and he got a sober grin.

"Well, this shows that all people aren't idiots," He saw the Tom had gave him a single sock, a left shoe, a black T-shirt, blue jeans with the right pant leg gone. "Just that some are less idiots than others," Fox looked it over as he went back into the bathroom. Tom just gave a low chuckle. Tom wouldn't have laughed at this before, but something about Fox just made him laugh at his dark and slightly disbursing humour. Fox was pulling up the boxers when he felt it was too quite. "Say, Tom…"

"What?" the Wolf answered with a sleepy tone.

"Why does everyone look so damn surprised?" Fox as he began to pull the cloth on, "I mean, I came back from the grave, but they look shocked that I am around you," Fox had got the pants on and was putting the shirt on. "What is it? You a Vermon who's life I fucked up?"

"Yah, right to a T." Tom spat more angrily. There was a moment of silence, that was ended by what Tom thought was a sorry. He did not know if Fox said or not, but he knew well enough not to press it. The door opened to reveal a vulpine in dark T-shirt and blue jeans that would have made him look like a punk-ass kid, but a better look reviled a more sad and depressed person. Fox looked over himself and let out an angry chuckle.

"You kidding me with this outfit? I look like some punk-ass kid?!" He spat out with distaste and look at Tom with his eyebrows crunched upwards.

"You don't like it?" Tom asked still laying down with his eyebrows matching suit.

"It gives the look that I don't give a flying fuck about what you think or say…" Fox looked over himself again. "I love it."

"Figures." Tom rolled his eyes, not caring on how he displayed himself with Fox around. He figured out how to deal with Fox and get results out of him. Tom pushed himself up and started for the door. Hearing the sound of clanks following him, he went to the bridge where the captain would be waiting for him. The trip didn't take long and it was quiet. Fox didn't ask him any questions and Tom knew better than to ask questions without reason or build up for them. He entered the wide room and saw the captain in his chair. The man in question look over the two men and smiled.

"Good news, Mr. McCloud. Your arrival has caused a great stir." He gave a grin that made him miss his watchman bury his face in his hand.

"That's just what I wanted when I come back after five years of being alone!" Fox said, keeping his tone creepily in check. "Have you done anything else of equal or greater stupidity?"

"Well, for your information," He snarled at Fox, losing his control of his anger. "I contacted the General! Is that stupid enough for you?!"

"No, that is common sense to me. Although, I don't know how stupid it was, cause it seems pretty smart," Fox answered coolly. "It depends on your actions, I don't know you long enough to call it," He looked at Tom with a grin on his face, "What do you say Tommy boy?"

"I think I can't answer it without losing my job." He grinned at Fox.

"Well I can see that Mr. O'Donnell is rubbing off you."

"O'Donnell?" Fox gave Tom a look.

"My uncle is Wolf O'Donnell." He said with anger. How dare his captain drag that in.

"And you didn't mention this because?" Fox waved his arm like on the hanger.

"You said you didn't care about my past, McCloud."

"Fine." Fox said ending the conversation. He looked at the screen and took a breath. He saw what he was denied for five years. Home.