A/N While writing my first Osmosis Jones fanfic, Almira's Story, I came up with a plot for OJ 2; even the villain. But this time, it isn't Thrax and Almira…
Ok, I only own the plot, Almira, and any other characters you don't recognize; the rest is owned by Warner Bros. I might be busy with my other fic, King of the Sanctuary: Growing Up, but I'll try and update this as much as I can.
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Ozzy wasn't kidding when he said Almira was struggling. When he got to the police station with the still-unconscious hyena germ, while Drix was still chasing after Thrax, the white blood cell found the chief fast asleep at his desk, snoring. "Yo, Chief," Ozzy called out. "Wake up!"
"Hu-nothat'smydoughtnut!" Chief exclaimed, shaking his head. "Jones? What's th-" He stopped when he saw the unconscious Almira in Ozzy's arms. "Is…is that…"
"Almira? Yeah, this is her. Drix's got Thrax."
"Thrax?" Chief exclaimed. "B-but how?"
"Heck if I know! That's what I'd like to find out!" Ozzy yelled. "But for now, I gotta get the hyena in a cell before she wakes up and tears me apart."
"Alright, I trust you." Chief stood up, took the cell keys, and led Ozzy down to the prison, where they kept germs and viruses. Some stayed in prison, some were executed, and rarer yet, some were persuaded to become reformed germs or viruses, or vaccines, as the Immunity called them. "We got an empty cell in the back."
"Good." Ozzy nodded. Then his eyes widened "Chief…we better hurry. I think she's wakin' up!"
As he was speaking, Almira was stirring in her arms. When she opened her eyes, she blinked them, confused. When she saw who was holding her, she started thrashing around, huffing angrily through her nose, as the handcuffs were still locked around her snout. "Chief! Help!" Ozzy yelled.
Exclaiming in surprise, Chief grabbed the loose handcuff and swung Almira onto the ground. She backed away, shaking her head angrily. Then she stood on her hind legs and slashed her glowing front claws at the cells.
Then, Ozzy's walkie-talkie buzzed. While Chief tried to pull Almira to the cell and avoid her claws, Drix's voice emitted from the walkie-talkie, "Ozzy? I got Thrax, and am headed for the jailhouse."
"Drix's got the virus!" Ozzy called to Chief. He answered the walkie-talkie, "Roger that, Drix. I'm here right now, and gettin' Almira into a cell. And believe me when I say this: she ain't happy." Hanging up, he ran around and behind Almira, and grabbed her from the back. Yelping in surprise, she tried to spin around in Ozzy's arms, but he had a too-tight grip. Wrapping one arm repeatedly around her front legs and chest, he morphed his finger into a key and unlocked the handcuff, but didn't take it off. She could do that herself.
Meanwhile, Chief took out his nightstick and raised it above Almira threateningly. Upon seeing the stick above her, Almira's eyes widened, and she whined in fear, shaking slightly. Making a confused face, Chief unlocked and opened the cell. Almira untangled herself from Ozzy and dashed into the prison, growling savagely. Chief closed the door just as she jumped at them. "Whew, that oughta hold her." He sighed. "We put her in the flame retardant cell, so she can't set anything on fire; just scratch everything up."
"Good." Ozzy nodded. "I wonder why she reacted the way she did when ya raised yer nightstick."
"I dunno." Chief shrugged.
Almira stared at the two cells, still growling. [I can't believe I got myself caught. And by Jones, nonetheless!] As she pawed the handcuff off of her face, she realized something. [He said the pill's got Thrax!]
About five minutes later, Drix carried the still-frozen Thrax into the police station. "Ozzy? Where are you?" He called.
"Right here, Dr-whoa!" Ozzy exclaimed at the sight of Thrax in a block of ice. "What'd you do to 'im?"
"Remember that mixture I was experimenting with last week?"
"Yeah?" Ozzy nodded.
"Well, this is what I was working on. It's my standard freezing mixture, but with some alcohol I added after getting it from when Frank treated his wounds. Not enough to be fatal, but enough to sting."
"Huh." Ozzy's eyebrows rose. "Kay, that 'im out, and we'll get 'im into the cell with Almira."
Nodding, Drix set Thrax on the ground so he was standing, and looked around in his chest cavity for a heat capsule. Ozzy leaned forward until his nose nearly touched the ice. "I wonder how Thrax an' Almira survived the alcohol." He wondered out loud.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Drix shrugged. "Maybe they got off and you didn't see?"
"Or maybe they got out before they were killed."
"Perhaps. Ah! Here it is." Drix stuffed the capsule into his gun, cocked it, and shot it at Thrax. Almost immediately, the ice melted. He fell to the ground on his front, groaning in pain.
"How d'ya like that? The virus at the mercy of the cell." Ozzy smirked. "How you like the ice, Thrax?"
Thrax barely groaned. "Follow me." Ozzy turned as Drix picked Thrax up and followed the white blood cell to Almira's cell. "Almiiiiira," Ozzy called out in a singsong tone. "You gotta new roommate."
Almira, who was lying on the bed, glared at Ozzy. He unlocked the door and stepped aside so Drix could dump Thrax onto the ground. Gasping, Almira jumped down and sniffed at Thrax, recoiling slightly at the smell of alcohol. Then she nudged at his face, whimpering. Groaning, he lifted his head. "Mira? S'that you?"
Wagging her tail, Almira licked his face, but spat out the alcohol. Thrax slowly moved until he was sitting up straight, then removed his coat. He held it out in front of him and sniffed it. "Whew!" He recoiled, holding it out at arm's length. "Alcohol." He growled.
"Not enough to be fatal, but enough to sting." Ozzy grinned from outside the cell.
Thrax turned and glared at Ozzy. "So, we meet again, eh, Jones?"
"I guess we do, Thrax." He answered, spitting out "Thrax". "But what me and my partner'd like to know is how the hell'd you two hotheads survived the alcohol!"
"Flattery'll getcha nowhere, Jones." Thrax smirked. "'Sides, I ain't tellin' you just yet. Fer one thing, I don't like you. And another, I can barely move as it is."
"You were able to sit up." Drix pointed out. "Besides, that freezing mixture had far less alcohol than that glass you and Almira fell in had. It just weakened you, it didn't kill you."
Scoffing, Thrax stood up shakily, placing his hand on Almira's shoulder to get up. "I don't care. All I care 'bout is gettin' what's mine back."
"Oh, you mean that hypo…hypno…whatchamacallit chain?" Ozzy sneered.
"It's called a hypothalamus chain." Thrax scowled. "Hyp-a-thal-mus."
"Whatever. You ain't gettin' it, that's fer sure." Ozzy turned on his heel, and he and Drix left.
"It's mine, Jones!" Thrax yelled. "And I'll get it back, one way or another!" He limped to the bed and sat down heavily with a sigh. He placed his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands, sighing. "Almira, how'd we get caught by a stupid blood cell, and a dopey pill?"
Almira shrugged, climbing back on the bed and laying next to him.
"We must've been too cocky. Otherwise we wouldn't've been caught." Shrugging, he laid back and turned so he was on the bed properly. "Well, least we're alive, right?"
Nodding, Almira climbed on Thrax's lower torso and chest. She crossed her front paws and laid her chin on them, closing her eyes to go to sleep. She had a long day of running, and she wanted to get some rest.
Stroking Almira's neck absentmindedly, Thrax stared at the ceiling, wondering what the future held for them…
A/N In case you missed it, Almira getting scared by Chief raising his nightstick above her is a reference to Almira's Story. See if you can figure it out ;)
I thought it'd be a good idea for Drix to make a freezing mixture with a bit of alcohol to weaken germs and viruses; not enough to kill them, but enough to sting.
I know Thrax was kinda/sorta/a little mellow, but he was weakened by the alcohol, and didn't feel like putting up too big of a fight.