Here we go, the second chapter of Fox's Unknown Son. This reboot is progressing faster than I thought it would.

For this chapter I'm still following the same story but like the last one I'm basically rewriting the whole thing. That takes a while so I'm sorry for the wait.

Hope you enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 2 Kidnapped

"Fox . . . Fox, wake up you big lovable idiot."

Fox came back into consciousness to hear the sweet sounds of Krystal's voice. He opened his eyes seeing the lovely, blue vixen standing over him with a worried look on her face. Having her stand over him almost made Fox forget about his pounding headache.

"Yeah, I'm alright, what happened?" Fox asked, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up.

"You passed out and hit your head pretty hard. I was worried you'd suffered a concussion. Thankfully you just have a headache."

Krystal grabbed Fox's arm and pulled him up slowly to his feet. He staggered a little but controlled his footing to keep from falling down again. Felt like someone had hit him in the head with a bat, if that was the case did he definitely deserved it and wasn't going to argue with Krystal.

"Why did I pass out; I didn't drink that much?"

Krystal looked at Fox confused. "You don't remember what I told you?"

Fox thought about it for a minute, apparently he hit his head harder than he thought. At the moment, all he remembered was Krystal forgiving him and saying she had a secret. That puzzled Fox quite a bit as when they were together she never held anything from him, and it was impossible for him to hide anything from her. It wasn't till Krystal laid a hand on his shoulder that it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Wait, you said we have a son? That's impossible, we always used protection or I successfully pulled out every time."

Krystal looked down at the ground and shook her head. "I assure you, Fox, it is very possible and I'm not lying to you."

"But . . . but how, we were always careful?"

"You remember the night we had on Macbeth, right before we went on our last mission together on Fortuna?"

Fox thought deeply about that night, it was one he remembered fondly as it was the last time he and Krystal mated. They were on vacation at one of the Macbeth private resorts, celebrating their two year dating anniversary. It was a great time for both as it was basically a nonstop mating session. Fox just wished he remembered more of it; they had both been drinking a lot in that short time, which made it difficult for him to remember some parts.

"I know what you're thinking, Fox, I remember those nights a little better than you." Krystal said, snapping Fox out of his trance. "It was our last night, we both had too much to drink and we just lost ourselves in the heat of passion. I vaguely remember you failing to pull out, but I didn't think much of it. Hell, I didn't even know I was pregnant till three months after you forced me away. I didn't think it was even possible for you to get me pregnant."

"You didn't even think it was possible?"

"Well, we're two different species; Cerinians are different enough from other foxes to count as our own separate species. In simple terms, due to the difference in species our reproductive systems are slightly different enough to make conception extremely difficult. That's why I wasn't too concerned with us using birth control and condoms. But, that doesn't excuse what I did, I should've told you MUCH sooner."

"You think, why would you keep such a secret from me?" Fox shouted, then apologized for raising his voice.

"Well, I was scared and angry, which is not an excuse. I was worried how you'd handle finding out that I was carrying your child that something bad would happen. I had to take into consideration how our relationship ship ended, there was always the fear that you'd deny your son."

"What, why would you think I'd deny my own son? I know I'm the only man you've ever slept with, so of course he'd be mine, and I would've gladly accepted him."

"I know, but at the time I was so afraid I wasn't thinking straight, and it only got worse when Marcus was born. Things just got more complicated every day as I tried to figure out what to say and how to tell you. I kept putting it off trying to find a way to the point where I was hating myself. When I got my job it just became impossible to tell you."

"Job, what job are you talking about?"

"That's classified I'm afraid, all I can say is that I did some undercover work for the Cornerian military. It took up a lot of time and was a big reason why I never revealed Marcus to you. I'll tell you about it someday but not tonight."

"Okay, that's an interesting response, I never imagined you as a secret agent."

"Undercover agent, but that's beside the point." Krystal said, clearly tired of getting off track. "You see, Fox, I was going to tell you but was looking for the right moment, the hard part was finding it given I was constantly busy and you were usually off world."

Fox sighed as he looked at the ground. "That's a good explanation, but it still hurts to know that you kept that big of a secret for me."

"I know, and I'm not going to ask for forgiveness, such a thing is unforgivable."

Any anger Fox had built up towards Krystal quickly dissipated seeing her nearly cry. He was certainly angry over her keeping his son a secret, but he couldn't keep himself angry, not after what he did to her. Krystal did have plenty of good reasons to keep it a secret. If anything, things felt kind of balanced between the two of them, in a very strange way. Plus, Krystal forgave him, so he didn't see why he couldn't do the same thing for her.

Fox laid a gentle hand on Krystal's shoulder. "Krystal, I forgive you."

"What, you can't be serious? You're just going to forgive me so easily after finding out that I kept our child a secret from you?"

"Why not, you forgave me for forcing you away, seems only fair I forgive you. Don't get me wrong, I'm still mad but I understand your reasons."

Krystal looked at Fox with a tear rolling down her cheek, stunned for a moment, before responding. "Fox, I . . . I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to."

Fox cautiously stepped towards Krystal with his arms outstretched to hug her. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a hug. She leaned in and wrapped her atmd around his neck and embraced him back. Though neither of them could see it they were both silently crying, after all that time, all the pain and heartbreak, there they were, forgiving and embracing each other. To Fox felt like a dream, one that he hoped was reality. Deep down, he refused to let Krystal go again, and his son.

After what felt like forever, Fox finally broke the hug and smiled looking down at Krystal. "So, what's my son like, what's his name?"

"I named him Marcus James McCloud, after both of our fathers. And for a two year old he's pretty smart but troublesome, mostly curious."

Fox couldn't help but smile hearing how Krystal honored both of their fathers with Marcus. "I would be surprised if he wasn't, he's our son after all."

"You have no idea how true that is. It's made raising him on my own difficult."

"I bet, though you don't have to raise Marcus on your own anymore."

Krystal glared at Fox as she crossed her arms beneath her ample breasts. "Fox, I know what you're thinking, that because all of this is out in the open we're going to magically get back together. Well, we're not, at least not right off the back, and definitely not into the sack any time soon, even though we both really want it."

"Okay, that's not where I thought the topic was going, but alright, I think that's best anyway. As we talked about earlier, taking it nice and slow is best for right now."

"Good, friends for now is fine, maybe friends with benefits soon before we really start dating again, but we'll see if it gets to that. Besides, I need your help raising Marcus anyway."

Fox's jaw dropped at Krystal's reply, he wasn't expecting her to say something like that. Thoughts of him and Krystal tangled in each other's arms, screwing wildly into the night, flooded his mind. It'd been something he'd dreamed about for so long he didn't consider it a possibility anymore, so for Krystal to mention friends with benefits nearly drove his mind wild. If it wasn't for Krystal starring at him he would've lost it.

Fox pushed the thought out of his mind and focused on a more serious matter. "So, do I get to see my son?"

"Of course, he's you're son after all. You can see him right now if you want."

Fox took a step back a little shocked. "Wait, you mean right now?"

"Well, not literally right now, he's at my house with a babysitter. She's been watching him since the Anglar Blitz started. I imagine he's asleep right now, but you can still come by and see him. We can leave right now if you want."

"Really, are you sure?"

"Definitely, just let me call the babysitter to let her know we're coming first."

Krystal's house

Finally, the little furball is asleep and I got a moment to myself. Maria Steinfield thought as she plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote.

Maria let out a loud sigh as she turned on the TV and lowered the volume so she didn't wake the sleeping child upstairs. The last thing she wanted to do was wake him up him and go through the whole process of putting him to bed again. As she flipped through the channels Maria's mind drifted through the events of the last few days, which all began when she received a call from her friend Krystal, asking her to look after her two year old son while she was gone dealing with the Anglars. Maria didn't hesitate to say no, she enjoyed looking after Marcus and someone had to look after him, she just wished Krystal had given her a better estimate of how long she'd be gone.

Spending the last three days babysitting little Marcus was starting to catch up with Maria. The kid, despite being only two, had an energy level uncharted of a child his age. Thankfully, sixty years of life and raising six kids and so far eight grandchildren, taught Maria how to handle Marcus. She often babysat the children of people in the neighborhood, Krystal was the one she babysat for the most since she was often gone working for the Cornerian military. As troublesome as Marcus was Maria enjoyed watching after him. She reminded him of her grandson, except with developing telepathy. The telepathy made Marcus had to handle and predict, but not impossible. All it took was patience and some discipline and Marcus usually behaved.

The kid's lucky he's so cute, I just wish his mother didn't spoil him so much. Maria thought as she found a station to watch.

Maria knew that Marcus was unique in more ways than just his telepathy, his appearance was something that caught the attention of everyone. Just like Krystal, Marcus had unique, dark blue fur that made him stand out amongst everyone on Corneria. What made Marcus cute was that he was still growing into his fur, making it uneven and fluffy; Maria thought that Marcus' mixed species heritage played a role there. Further adding to his unique appearance was his dark blue eyes, just like his mother's. His eyes were a shade of blue that Maria had never seen before, to the point they almost glowed. She assumed that was a Cerinian characteristic, and Krystal all but confirmed it with her eyes being the same.

The only thing Maria didn't like about babysitting Marcus was his father not being in the picture. She wasn't critical of Krystal being a single mother, though she often voiced her opinion on Fox knowing Marcus existed. Being a single mother was certainly not easy for Krystal, it only got harder with every guy in the neighborhood and Corneria, some of them married, trying to bed her; Maria called it the curse of beauty. At least Krystal turned them all down, with Fox being the only guy she'd ever slept with. Krystal agreed with Maria about but was too nervous, which she understood. To her, Marcus deserved to at least see Fox, and she was determined to convince Krystal to make it happen. She liked Fox, having met him once fourteen years ago after the Lylat Wars. Maria got excited when Krystal called her, saying that she was working with Fox, hoping that she'd tell him soon, and that they'd work things out so Marcus could have a good life.

Maria was awakened from her train of thought by her phone ringing. She turned the TV on silent, pulled her phone out over her pocket, and smiled when she saw Krystal's ID. She had high hopes the call meant that Krystal was on her way home or had very good news about Fox as she answered the phone.

"Krystal, are you finally coming home?" Maria whispered so she wouldn't wake Marcus.

"Yes, Maria, I'm about to leave the party. Figured I'd call and tell you to expect us."

"Wait . . . us?"

"Yes, Fox and I finally had our long needed conversation, we patched things up, to an extent, and I told him about Marcus." Krystal answered.

"It's about time, I hope he took it well."

"He handled it better than I thought he would." Krystal replied, Maria heard her laugh over the phone. "Fox and I are about to leave, we'll be there around thirty minutes."

"No problem, Marcus is asleep, do you want me to wake him?"

"Not really, putting him back to sleep would be a pain, we'll handle it if he does. See you soon, Maria."

"See you soon, Krystal." Maria responded then hung up.

Maria slid her phone back into her pocket and laid back to relax. Almost immediately she felt eyes watching her from the stairs. She turned her head to see two glowing blue eyes looking at her from the shadows.

"Marcus, I thought you were asleep."

Out from the shadows walked Marcus with a big smile on his face. Maria shook her head as he approached, she should've known he wasn't asleep when she closed the door to his bedroom. Marcus was smarter than she and everyone gave him credit for, showing more mental capacity than kids older than him.

"I was just listening to you and momma." Marcus said in his adorable voice. "It is true Maria, is my father really on his way here to meet me?"

Maria couldn't help but smile as she reached down and patted Marcus on the head. "Yes, your father is on his way right now. Your mother and Fox talked things out and he wants to see you. Let's get you ready little man."

Maria knelt down and effortlessly picked up Marcus in her arms. She began carrying him upstairs when out of the corner of her eye, she saw something move outside the living room window. Maria froze, thinking it was nothing more than the tree moving in the window, till she saw another that definitely didn't look like a tree.

"Marcus, I want you to hide under your mother's bed till I saw it's safe." Maria ordered as she sat Marcus down.

Marcus' telepathy must've sensed what was happening as he took off running towards Krystal's bedroom. Maria followed close behind him but went for the closet as Marcus slid under the bed, grabbing the shotgun Krystal kept hidden. She checked to make sure it was loaded before taking a position behind the drawer with the doorway in clear view. It took everything Maria had to remain calm as she kept the sights situated at the door, ready for whoever entered, hoping she was wrong.

Minutes went by and Maria heard nothing but the emptiness of the house. She started thinking that she was wrong about intruders only to hear a loud footstep in the hallway, freezing her on the spot. Each moment felt like an eternity as she waited for whoever it was to come for her. Through the crack in the doorway she could see movement in the hallway. By squinting her eyes, Maria could make out a darkly dressed figure carrying what looked like a submachine gun.

What the heck is going on? Why is someone armed with a sub machine gun breaking into Krystal's home? It must be either an assassination or a kidnapping.

Maria remained as still as possible, using the darkness to hide, as the figure quietly grabbed the door handle and slowly pushed it open. The figure entered the bedroom slowly, unaware of Maria carefully aiming her shotgun at his chest. She squeezed the trigger, firing at shot at the figure, hitting him in the chest. The blast blew the figure back against the wall, spraying blood everywhere, and he collapsed on the ground. Maria knew he was dead, no chance he survived that shot.

Maria stood up and looked at Marcus hiding under the bed. "Come out Marcus, we're safe."

Suddenly, a shot rang out from behind Maria, followed by intense pain in her right shoulder. She screamed and collapsed on the ground, letting go out of the shotgun and clutching her shoulder, finding a laser hole.

"Restrain her." A loud voice from behind Maria shouted.

Maria looked behind her and gasped seeing three more armed figures enter the room. Two of them grab Maria and hold her down as the third goes to the bed and pulled a screaming Marcus out from under it. She tried to fight back but the pain was too intense and the figures holding her were too strong.

"MARCUS, NO, LEAVE HIM ALONE." Maria screamed as the third figure tied Marcus's hands and feet. "Please take what you want but don't take the boy. He's just a baby. Please don't hurt him."

One of the figures holding Maria looked at her and spoke in a calm but deep voice. "We're not going to hurt the boy, just take him to our employer. We promise he will not be harmed."

Maria growled at the figure only to be restrained more. Her heart broke at the sight of Marcus being carried off by the third figure and not being able to do anything about it.

Sorry Krystal, I failed you.

After a minute the two figures holding Maria let her go and stepped back. She wondered why they'd let her go till one of them drew his sidearm and pointed it at her head. Maria knew it was over and her fate and she embraced it.

"Sorry ma'am, but, business is business."

To be continued.

So, Fox knows that he has an illegitimate son with Krystal, can they somehow work past that? Meanwhile, Marcus has been kidnapped, who is the mastermind behind it?

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Hope that you are enjoying the story so far. The next chapter will be uploaded as soon as possible.

This is John Storm signing off. Star Frosty ya'll.