Hey so thank you guys, I'm surprised you guys like this, so, I have a bit more written than i'll be posting here today, so let me know if you like the direction this is going, or if it doesn't make any sense or even if you think something should be changed. Also, lemme know if you like the OC's I made for Ozzy to have as friends!

Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own shit.

Recap: "The virus hummed a bit, lifting his claw, which made her stiffen in fear, up to the brace and melting the hinge of it, and laughed at the surprised look on everyone's faces when it hit the ground.

"You won't be needing that anymore Jones now will you?" He turned away, walking towards the exit.

"Let's go see what other recruits we can scrounge up. I've got a deadline to make. Come on if you like Jones." The germs looked at each other before following the virus. The White blood cell stood there for a minute, just staring at nothing. She made a decision, though she was scared to follow through. What if he turned out to be just as bad as Scabies? She had to take the risk. Her heart was telling her that this virus was her last chance at anything worthwhile.

So she ran after them, her footsteps near silent due to her bare feet."

AND NOW TO THE STORY!

She stayed in the back nervously, the only one who noticed her being the germ who helped her. This Germs name was Skilt, he was an ordinary bacteria germ cell. He wasn't anything special, more of a tactician than a fighter, but Ozzy felt somewhat safe with him. He was nice to her when the other germs didn't even care. He didn't touch her, but he held out his arm for her to take if she wanted to. She didn't, just shook her head a bit, but he wasn't upset. He almost never was with her, or much of anything really. He just kept walking, making sure to keep up with the others. Ozzy stayed close to Skilt but kept her eyes on the virus. He walked so confidently as if he owned the place. She wished she had that kind of confidence like she used to.

Soon they got into the germs' car to head to the nose, The virus feeling oddly smug when he noticed the white blood cell nervously hiding behind one of the germs in the back seat. They got to the nose, and the virus had the germs working on causing a runny nose. One of the germs complained that it looked like they were just a common cold, which the virus proclaimed was exactly what he wanted them to think. The lookout called down, bringing attention to the fact an immunity cell had shown up with a cold pill. Ozzy was terrified. She hadn't seen another white blood cell since She got picked up by scabies, what would they do to her if they found out what had been done to her? The virus called out for the germs to release all the pressure valves.

"They're about to blow the scene."

Ozzy stayed out of the way, unsure as to what she could do to help or if they would even want her help. Most of the germs typically looked at her like something they wanted to kill or use, and it frequently terrified her. So she didn't really want to help them, but that virus…

"Let's go! This place is gonna give any second!" Ozzy came out of her thoughts with a flinch when her wrist was grabbed by Skilt and he dragged her to the car, making sure the immunity cell didn't catch a glimpse of her. Once the car was a decent distance Ozzy looked back in time to see the dam break, and the immunity cell gets dragged down with the snot. Skilt apologized for grabbing her, and she shook her head. He hadn't hurt her, and she had been the one spacing out. She hadn't panicked because of the physical movement of running keeping her in reality. She wished she could smile and reassure him she was fine, but she hadn't spoken or smiled in years. She didn't even know if she still could with what had been done to her, the changes she had gone through.

Soon they made it to The Zit, and the bouncer let them in without a hitch. This had been one of the few places before Scabies got a hold of Ozzy that she could find some decent company that wouldn't sneer at her or wouldn't kick her out. Once they got in The Virus had them all in a meeting room with a diagram of Frank's body on the table. He told them that this room would be the one they would go over the plan in, then made them leave to kill time. He called Ozzy over though before she could leave, though she really had no idea where she'd go to kill time. She went over to him, rather intimidated. The virus grinned, sitting in the chair at the head of the table.

"Don't be scared Baby, I won't bite~. Take a seat."

Once she was sitting,- and clearly feeling uncomfortable at being alone with him,- he sighed.

"Name's Thrax. Now, you able to speak baby?" He inquired.

She shrugged, looking slightly distressed. He frowned.

"What exactly did Scabies do to you that you don't know if you can talk or not? Did you lose your voice screaming or something?" He pushed.

She frowned and wiggled her hand, remembering the painful memories of screaming as her body burned. Thrax growled a little.

"Man. Such a pretty Little Girl like you didn't deserve somethin' like that. Have you tried Speakin' yet?" He had an idea in his head of what might've been done to her, but he hoped he was wrong. Ozzy blinked a few times, then shook her head. She hadn't had anyone to try and speak to, so she didn't bother attempting before. Thrax made a "Go ahead" motion, so she opened her mouth and tried to at least make a noise. A low noise did come out, her voice cracking from lack of use. She winced, cleared her throat, then hummed a bit to work her voice. Then she tried again.

"H-hi." She blinked, then blushed a dark blue. That was really all she could come up with to say? The first word she speaks in years and it's HI? He probably thought she was an idiot. Great. Just brilliant. Great going, Ozzy.

Thrax laughed, clearly amused.

"Hi to you too Baby~. Now, can you try and tell me what Scabies did to you?" He really did want to know. All her reactions were pointing to one thing, and he really wanted to be wrong. Ozzy seemed to shrink in on herself.

"Experiment. Virus, Strain. Wanted, guard, pet. Burned, a lot. Didn't, come out, right." the sentence was fragmented, her voice was scratchy and crackly as all hell, but it was really all she could manage. Her throat hurt. The damage to her throat column from the experiment and her screams really hadn't properly healed, but talking made the pain flare up. The somewhat weak Virus strain within her system constantly fought with her genetic makeup, wanting to take control but not being able to, which constantly caused her pain and inhibited her healing. Being constantly yanked around by a collar hadn't helped either, really. She never looked like she was in pain though, she'd gotten good at hiding it. Thrax was astounded, but he was glad he was wrong. A virus strain? In a white blood cell?! What the hell had Scabies been thinking?! He frowned, confused.

"You don't show many traits for bein' mixed with Virus Strain Baby." He pointed out. Ozzy winced, holding up her hands. Round and soft fingertips stretched out and turned sharp, the membrane seemed to thin and her fingers looked more solid, her left pointer finger lengthening more than the rest into a wicked looking claw. She looked down at her hands, which she put in her lap. Her claw wasn't nearly as long as Thrax's, but it was still longer than most. She shivered in pain as her membrane's color flickered abruptly between her original Azure and a weird magenta, bringing a wave of heat and pain making her curl up slightly. It went back to Azure, and she made her claws retract quickly so as to avoid the pain returning. Thrax had come over to her to look at her hands, but then he watched in astoundment when her color changed and she curled up, clearly in quite a lot of pain. He rolled a thought around in his head for a bit, watching the girl shiver as she slowly straightened back out and seemed to be unable to bring herself to look up at him after that little display. He smirked, coming to a decision, then his claw began to glow, softer than usual.

"Lemme see something Baby. Keep still alright? Wouldn't want to damage such a pretty face."

He brought his claw to her forehead, barely pricking her membrane and transferring some of his own strain. Ozzy barely managed to stay still, though the burn from Thrax's claw on her face brought back brief memories of the burning she went through from the first strain being shoved through her system. She shivered, feeling her body fall and be caught as she passed out from the burn rushing through her. It was much, gentler than the last time though. She felt almost… safe.

OK! lemme know if you guys like this part, and lemme have suggestions and such, even if the next part is pretty much written out I haven't done much editing