Finnick scowled as he drank his beer. The hour was late and he was particularly grumpy at the moment. His date had left a short while ago, apparently the bitch didn't like Finnick's "little potty mouth". Bah who the fuck needs her anyway! He glanced around the room, noting the absence of another fox.
"God dammit Nick," Finnick said to himself, "you don't know when to quit do you?" He took another sip.
A few minutes later Finnick heard the door creak open. He glanced over as he was grabbing for another beer. A dark form stood in the doorway, he was dripping some kind of liquid. As the figure stepped into the room Finnick realized what the liquid that covered the figure was. It was pretty easy to distinguish the dark red liquid against the figure's brighter red fur. As the figure approached him Finnick reached over and grabbed another beer; he wasn't gonna waste a partially empty beer bottle on this guy. once the figure was in tossing distance Finnick tossed the beer bottle at him, he caught it and as he sat down he flipped back his hood.
Nick Wilde looked like he was just betrayed by the one he loved, which is probably what happened.
Nick didn't waste any time in opening his bottle. In fact, instead of reaching for the bottle opener that was right in front of him, he put the bottle in his mouth and tore the cap off with his teeth. The bottle, now cap less, went to the bigger fox's mouth downing a good quarter in a couple gulps. Finnick raised an eye brow, taking the bottle opener and opening his bottle. As well as taking in the sight of his friend covered in blood. Nick taking a break from drowning in alcohol plopped the bottle onto the counter and gulped air. Fin looked over at him and broke the silence.
"You get your girl?"
Instead of answering like a normal person, Nick just tightened his grip on the beer bottle and shook his head. Finnick sighed and took another swig of his beer, lowering it he said, "I tried to warn ya man but she's a bunny and she's married. Married bunnies tend to be like foxes when it comes to mates and marriage, once they have one they tend to stick to that one for life." Fin said taking another sip.
Finnick could see Nicks fist tighten around his beer even further. "Winning her over was not the point of tonight Finnick." The small fox could hear the anger in Nick's low growl but he also could hear something else. Depression, a lack of energy; Nick was emotionally drained.
"You went for her didn't you?"
"Yes."
Finnick sighed, "Nick. You gotta let her go she's moved-" Finnick was cut off by nicks stare. It was hard enough to cut steel, murder shone in his eyes.
Nick spoke softly, it almost sounded like he was crying. "I know," as he turned back to the counter and lifted his drink he added, "doesn't mean I can't love her." He downed his beer.
"But there's no point to it though! She loves someone else Nick she married them it's time to give up and move on!"
"I can't Fin," Nick said still in a soft voice, "I couldn't stop loving her even if I tried. I'll never stop. I'd rather die than stop loving Judy."
Finnick looked at Nick dumbfounded "you're a dipshit, Nick"
"I know. but this is what happens when one is in love Fin. You do really stupid things."
Fin shot a nervous look at his friend, forgetting for a moment that he was covered in blood, "like what?"
"like maybe," Nick started but before continuing he finished his bottle, "taking on an entire room full of criminals just so they don't hurt a hair on her." Nick then got a far off look in his eyes. "I could've killed him fin," Nick said the far off look becoming stronger.
"Kill who?"
"Her husband, Jack savage."
"Well what happened?"
"He was doing something -don't know don't care. I dropped right behind him with a handgun in my paws..." He hesitated, "I could've shot him, right in the skull..."
Finnick waited for Nick to continue but he never did. "Buuuut you didn't did you?"
Nick shook his head. "No. I shot the guard behind him."
"why didn't you then? Kill him I mean."
Nick breathed in deeply. "You see Finnick, when you love someone as much as I do Judy you'll get to a point where all you want in life is to see them happy." Nick then glanced down at the table and a sad look came across his face, "and as far as I can tell Jack makes Judy happy"
"so?! Convince her otherwise!" Finnick said reaching for two more beers.
Nick looked confused as he looked at Finnick grabbing the beer. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Finnick said opening the bottle with the opener, "if you're so intent on sticking to this ONE girl then I say convince her that this Jack is a piece of shit and that she should leave him," he stated taking a sip of his beer.
Nick looked thoughtful at this.
"So what you're saying," Nick said fidgeting with his bottle, "is that if I want to be with Judy I should show her that her husband doesn't really care for her."
"yup," Finnick said this time taking a long swig of his drink.
"That would leave her emotionally shattered though," Nick said now completely ignoring the perfectly good beer and standing up, he began to pace around the room. Finnick wanted to groan as Nick started to talk to himself, he always did this when thinking on something. "Yes it would leave her emotionally shattered and drained and could potentially lead her to suicidal thoughts if I'm not quick..." He froze in the middle of the room an idea obviously forming in his head. "She'll be emotionally unstable," he repeated a small smile spreading across his lips. "Unless I'm there to comfort her. She'll fall right over me." He started to laugh. It wasn't the laugh of a completely sane person. With that Nick rushed back over grabbed the beer bottle and dashed toward the door.
"Nick!" Finnick called after him. He stopped right in front of the door his hand gripping the handle.
"What?"
"don't you like have a job? Ya know the ZPD and all?"
"I quite the ZPD Fin," Nick said softly
"why?" Finnick could see the depression come over his friend again. His ears turned back against his head, his entire body sagged, his shoulders slumped over and Finnick could hear the emotional weight in his voice when he spoke.
"It... It didn't feel right... Working there without her. So I left"
"so you're really going after her? This bunny?" Finnick said in a somewhat disappointed tone.
"I already told you fin," Nick said as he opened the door and stepped outside. Once outside he turned and looked at his friend in the eye, a determined expression on his face. When he spoke his voice was hostile, low, somewhat gravely and very determined, "I'd rather die than stop loving her," and with that he was gone.
*two years later*
Jack savage was loving his current state of affairs. He raised his arms up and locked his fingers behind his head and lay back in his chair. He was in his office in the ZIB or 'Zootopian investigation bureau'. As he sat back he began to think about the night's future events. He smiled as he did so, imagining what might exactly happen in the future.
His smile soon dissipated However when he heard his outer door open and heard a familiar feminine voice greet his secretary. Scowling he sat back down and spread some of his papers across his desk. He spread them out to make it seem like he was ears deep in paper work. As the door opened he grabbed a pen and started filling a certain piece. Once the door was fully opened and the newcomer closed it they turned to see Jack scribbling away at a piece of paper.
"hey Jackie," Jack's wife said as she made her way over to him. Her tone was obviously one of nervousness and concern. Jack pretended not to hear, not because he wanted to tease her but because he hoped that she would see that he was "busy" and would leave. The sooner she was home the nights event could begin. "Jack?" Judy asked as she stepped up to his desk, thankfully on the other side.
Jack pretended to be startled to see his wife there suddenly, "oh!" He said trying not to scowl at seeing her, "Judy! When did you get here?" he asked setting down his pen.
"I-I just came in Jackie," she said smiling softly, hopeful.
Her smile was turned upside down when she saw his scowl. "I thought I told you not to call me that," he said interlocking his fingers in front of his with his elbows on the desk. "Just Jack is fine Judy."
"hm I know," Judy said looking a little uncomfortable, "but I thought you liked our little pet names for each other"
Jack snorted at this, "yeah like two years ago. Seriously Judy I practically own the ZIB and your one of our best agents; we need to act more professionally," he said picking up his pen and pretending to pick up where he left off. "Now if you don't mind Judy I have a lot of paper that need filling out, it's gonna be another work night tonight." He said not looking up at his wife.
With Jack refusing to look at his wife he was unable to see the look of utter disappointment on her face. She didn't even bother with trying to convince him otherwise she just turned and left before he could see her face. Not that he would care.
A few minutes later with Jack still sitting in his chair he checked his computer on the security cameras on his front door and garage. What he saw pleased him; Judy was home was busying herself with tv. Jack didn't care all he cared about was that she was home and unlikely to leave the house until the next day for work. With this new knowledge he packed up all he needed in a suit case and proceeded to walk out of the building.
On his way to his destination he got a text from his future host it was from Veronica. The text said:
"Veronica: Heey Jackie! Can't wait to see you tonight I got the dinner table all set up but knowing you you'll want to go straight into the action!"
Jack decided not to text back for that would take time. Very little time but time he could be spending making his way to talk to this beautiful creature in person rather than digitally. He drove for what seemed like an eternity but eventually he pulled up to a fancy looking house in a nice neighborhood. Stepping out of his car he made his way to the houses front door, being polite and knocking he waited there on the front step moments later the door opened reveling...
Veronica
a gorgeous dark grey furred bunny, with beautiful hazel eyes that a man could drown in. Lucky for Jack he was the only man in her life and the only one shell need. She smiled as she gazed up at him through long glittering lashes, he could also see her placing something off to her left.
"Heey Jackie" she said as she reached her arms up and wrapped them behind his head pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Jack pulled away he could immediately feel that Veronica's disappointment at the sudden ending to their embrace.
"Bedroom" jack said simply moving past the door and closing it. She smiled and then gave a loud Yelp as Jack picked her up and set her on his shoulder.
She giggled "good thing I didn't start making dinner otherwise it would've gone to waste."
As Jack made his way deeper into the house before losing sight of it he glanced back at what she had placed earlier. Seeing that it was just a magnum he turned back around and made his way towards Veronica's bedroom. The story behind him and Veronica is somewhat of a complicated story. They first met when Jack was on a solo mission, Judy had been sick at the time, and veronica had been jacks target but instead of killing the enemy agent Jack had thought at the time that it would be better to gather more information on the enemy agency. What happened was not something he had expected.
He had come to love her and one day he had told her who he was. What he didn't expect was that she had known the whole time and upon hearing him confess who he was she confessed who she was which of course Jack already knew. So with both of them knowing who the other is Veronica offered Jack a position at her agency. Which jack had happily agreed to and Judy hadn't crossed his mind a single time.
*hours later*
"so when are you gonna leave?" Veronica asked as they cuddled together, taking a little break.
Jack sighed, "I don't know in a month or two maybe."
"Still got the wife to deal with huh?" He nodded.
As they continued to chat and eventually get back into the action they were unaware of a dark figure who had been watching them the whole time.
*the next day*
Jack sighed as he heard his outer door open once again admitting his wife Judy Hopps. He knew what she was going to ask and unlike yesterday where he had lied to her this time he actually needed to get these papers filled out. There was something different about his wife today and Jack couldn't quite put his finger on it. He shrugged it off as his wife approached his desk.
"Hey jack," Judy said in a weak voice, "another work night?"
Jack didn't reply he simply nodded.
"Oh," Judy said, "well just so you know I was planning on having a little late night picnic in savannah central, just wanted you to know," she said turning around.
Jack looked up from his papers an idea sparking in his head.
"Maybe this would be a good opportunity to tell her," he thought as he stood.
"Judy wait," jack said standing up, "on second thought, this can wait till tomorrow" he said rounding the desk and fetching his things. He felt a sudden stab of guilt when he noticed the look of utter joy come across her face.
As he and Judy exited the building he couldn't help but wonder; was that happy face forced? Was it fake? If so why? These thoughts soon left his mind as he went back to the reason for accompanying Judy on her little picnic tonight.
Hours later he and Judy had just entered the park and we're trying to find a spot to set up their little temporary camp. As the two went deeper into the park he spotted a nice spot in a clearing nearby. He was turning towards it when Judy suddenly tugged on his arm.
"No I want it over here." Not wanting to argue with her Jack proceeded to follow her as she skipped along the trial.
He followed with growing confusion and worry when Judy lead him to another clearing one almost exactly like the one he had pointed out but there was an abandoned warehouse nearby. Jack was just entering the clearing while Judy was already at its center.
The snapping of the twig was his only warning.
Jack spun raising the basket as something large came hurtling out from the darkness. It made a loud thump as it hit the basket. The impact made Jack stumble back and something thumped to the ground. Jack stared dumbfounded at the rock that was at his feet.
Jack quickly tore his gaze away from the Rock and looked in the direction it came. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something leap for him. Jack spun again only to be tackled by a large red furred beast. Jack hit the ground hard and the impact drove the air right out of his lungs, he lost his grip on whatever he had been holding. In an instant later he felt strong hand wrap around his throat and started to squeeze. Jack brought his arms back to try and pry the attackers arms free his eyes were closed in concentration.
"Look at me," a voice said in a low gravely enraged tone, "look at me stripes." Jack did so already knowing who this figure was. Not only by the color of his fur, not only by the voice but also the nickname. There had been only one person that had ever called Jack stripes. Jack opened his eyes to a face that looked like it hasn't smiled in years, his eyes had only one emotion in them: rage. Jack looked up at his wanna be murderer Nick Wilde.
"You don't deserve her," nick hissed through clenched teeth. "She's too good for you stripes and you know this," Nick said continuing go squeeze jacks throat.
Jack tried to land a couple punches into certain soft spots into nicks side but nothing worked. He tried to kick Nick off but he pinned his legs to the ground.
"this is it," Jack thought as his vision started to go dark, "this is how I die."
The gunshot caught Jack so off guard he flinched and after a moment he sat up raising his hands to his now free thoat. Jack sucked in air as he tried to get a bearing on his surroundings, he looked in front of him to see Nick stumbling backwards both his paws clutching his middle. Jack glanced behind him to see Judy hangun in hand, a furious expression on her face. With a thankful response saved up for later Jack looked back at his attacker.
Nick had come to a complete halt and had sunken to his knees some red liquid was seeping between his fingers. Be brought one paw away and brought it up to his face, it was covered in blood. He looked over at Jack and... No not at Jack he was looking past him, at Judy.
Nicks lower jaw was trembling when he spoke. "B-b-but Judy," he coughed into his arm when he pulled away his arm was covered in blood. He glanced back up at Judy and continued, "I-I love you"
"Nick," she said passing Jack and aiming the gun at Nick once again, "that ship crashed and burned years ago," she said raising the gun and firing. This time the bullet took Nick him his right shoulder, she fired again. This time in his left shoulder, again. The finial bullet took him right him the gut.
Nick gasped coughing up blood, he tried to stand but his legs gave out. He sat there as Judy slowly approached him. once she was in his face she raised the gun one more time, pointing it straight at his head. Nick didn't flinch away, he didn't shy back he just sat there and did something he hasn't done in a long time.
He smiled, and whispered, "that's my girl."
Judy pulled the trigger.