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.
The next day, Ozzy was just coming into work when Drix ran up, exclaiming, "Ozzy! Oh, thank goodness you're here!"
"What happened?" Ozzy cried. "Chief eat all the doughnuts again?"
"Uh…no."
"Good." He sighed.
"Worse!" Drix cried.
Ozzy's eyes widened. "Worse?" He asked in a small voice.
"Worse. At work, Frank was working in the bat enclosure when one bit him on the arm!"
"So one o' the bats got a little nippy, what's the big brouhaha?" Ozzy shrugged, relaxing.
"The security cameras caught something running in from the bat's saliva." Drix explained. "They think it might have been either a germ,"
"Or a virus!" Ozzy finished. "You're right, Drixy! This is worse! What was the virus?"
"That's the problem; nobody knows. The cameras only run in black and white, and the image was too fuzzy. All they know is something big ran across the cameras."
"Well, it wasn't Thrax. He and Almira've been in their cell all night."
"Exactly." Drix nodded. "We might have another virus on our hands. It might even be worse than Thrax."
"What's worse than a virus that disguises himself as a common cold and heats the body to the point o' boilin'?"
"Malaria. Black Death. Rabies. Dare I say it, Ebola." Drix said, counting off the list on his fingers.
"Yeah, you're right." Ozzy nodded. "Those are some pretty tough customers. But it might just be a common cold."
"We can't take our chances, Ozzy! It might end up like another Thrax apocalypse! And this time…we may be too late to stop it."
Ozzy winced, remembering when he barely had enough time to save Frank. "Yeah, yer right. But we might need some help. We might not be able to handle this one on our own. We could barely beat Thrax."
"Thrax," Drix said quietly.
"Yeah, remember?" Ozzy asked as though the cold pill had a bad memory. "The virus that nearly killed Frank?"
"Virus…that's it! Ozzy, you're a genius!" Drix exclaimed, hugging Ozzy to the near point of suffocation.
"Took ya…that long…to figure out?" Ozzy gasped. "Drix…gotta…breathe!"
"Oops, sorry!" Drix gasped, letting Ozzy go.
After catching his breath, he asked, "Now, what 'bout Thrax?"
"I think I might have a good plan."
Meanwhile, Thrax sat in the bed, tossing a ball he found under the sink across the cell. Almira chased after it, grabbed it in her mouth, and brought it back so he could throw it again. It was ironic how she disliked being called a dog, yet she acted dog-like.
Thrax sighed as he tossed the ball half-heartedly on the ground. Almira picked it up and stood up with her paws on the bed. She deposited the ball in Thrax's hand, and nudged it when he didn't move. "I don't feel like playin' no more, Baby Girl." He said. "Not in the mood."
Sighing, Almira climbed down and curled up. They had been in the cell for twelve hours and she was bored out of her mind.
Suddenly, they heard Ozzy yell, "ARE YOU CRAZY?"
"Wonder what's got Jones's shirt in a twist." Thrax smirked.
Almira shrugged as she stood and stuck one ear out between the bars of the cage, trying to listen.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" Ozzy yelled. "ARE YOU COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR MIND?"
"Ozzy, calm down!" Drix exclaimed softly. "You're making a scene!"
"How could y'all even think that, Drix?" Ozzy yelled, but softer this time. "Don'tcha have any sense?"
"Think about it, Ozzy! We'd be at an advantage! And besides, you were the one who said we needed help."
"Yeah, but not from a psychotic serial killer!"
"Ok, that's taking it a bit too far. Look, why don't we give it a shot? And…maybe offer what he wants in return?"
Ozzy continued scowling until he sighed, "Alright, but you gotta be the one to tell Chief. It's yer idea, not mine!"
"Deal." Drix nodded. He walked into the cell room, with a still-angry Ozzy behind him. They stopped at Thrax's cell, and found the virus sitting on the bed, and Almira sitting next to him. "Thrax!" Drix snapped
"Hmm?" Thrax poked his head up curiously.
"We have a proposition to make with you."
"Fer the record, this is not my idea!" Ozzy snapped before Drix pushed him out of the way.
Thrax and Almira raised one eyebrow, glancing at each other. "We're listening."
"An hour ago, I got Intel that Frank was bitten by a bat about yesterday. The security cameras caught something, or someone, running past. The cameras are old, and only play in fuzzy black and white."
"So y'all got outdated cameras." Thrax shrugged. "What's this got to do with me?"
"I'm getting to that. We think it might be a virus; a dangerous one. One even more so than you."
"More dangerous than me? Ha!" He laughed. "I'm the most badass virus out there! I make Ebola look like a case of dandruff!"
"Believe it or not, Thrax, there are more dangerous viruses out there than you." Drix said patiently. "Now, Ozzy mentioned we need all the help we can get. So, I have a proposition. You and Almira help us catch and apprehend this virus, and we'll banish you without harming either one of you, and give you your chain back."
Thrax didn't like this plan, but before he could speak up, the pill said he would get his chain back. But in order to do so, he had to work with them. That sounded so humiliating! "What if I refuse?" He challenged, narrowing his eyes.
"Told'ja!" Ozzy whispered; Drix just ignored him. "Then we'll let the Immunity decide what to do with you. More than likely, they'll either keep one or both of you alive, or they'll exterminate the both of you." Thrax and Almira's eyes widened slightly. "Either way, you won't get your chain. So, do we have a deal?"
Growling, Thrax rubbed his forehead and the bridge of his nose in frustration. Finally he looked at Almira. "Whatta you think, Mira?" He asked.
She growled at Ozzy and Drix. Then she relaxed and shrugged at Thrax. He understood her body language: I don't like them, but what other choice do we have?
Finally, Thrax nodded, "Alright, cold pill. You gotta deal."
A/N Remember the virus I mentioned in the desc of this story? This is how Frank contracts it: he gets bit by a bat (at the zoo; I used his job to my advantage :D) You can all guess what the virus is, but I'm not gonna tell what it is :3
Thrax working with Ozzy and Drix was inspired by another OJ fanfic (only found on DA) called "Ozzy and Thrax" by EvilCopepod. Only in this, he works with Ozzy AND Drix, and has Almira with him. I also added a reason for him to accept the deal: either work with them, or risk getting killed by the Immunity.
