Vixen kicked at the ground as the bitterly cold air nipped at her face. She looked up at the darkened sky and the tops of buildings, forgetting to blink as her childhood memories came back to her.

Sure, this place had been hell and back for her, but she had lived her all her life and being on the road for nearly two years made her realize that she missed this place, a lot. She sighed as she rounded the corner, walking past the apartment complex where she used to live.

She then got an idea and smiled brightly, turning and running toward the complex, bounding up several flights of stairs while Johnny patiently waited for her in the bushes. She swung open her apartment door and happily sang, "Mama, I'm ho-ome!"

The young couple on the couch screamed in terror and the man grabbed a gun, pointing it at Vixen. She "eeped" and held up her hands. "What do you want?!" Queried the man in a gruff voice. "I'm looking for my mom! Honest! Isn't this where Mrs. Hope lives?"

The man eyed her for a moment and lowered the gun, "She moved out ages ago. Her son came by and wanted to give his sister this note," He held up a piece of paper before continuing, "He said she was a wiry girl with short brownish hair…like you,"

"Hey, I'm a wiry girl with short brownish hair like me!" She smiled more at ease now. The man handed her the note. She apologized for breaking in, then left. As she walked down the stairs, she read aloud, "Vixen, if you ever get this letter, I wanted to tell you that I'm out of college and living at 123 Oral Cavity Dr. P.S., I got all your stuff with me."

She reached the bottom and told herself, "You can go see your brother tomorrow. Right now, you have to get some chocolate pudding," Johnny haphazardly wondered what she was talking about, but snapped out of it when she started to run down the street at breakneck speed.

He struggled to keep up with her and still try to keep himself hidden while she flew down the streets, finally screeching to a halt and walked inside the 24/7. He waited outside for her, deciding he'd spring on her when she came out.

She strode out while noisily slurping on her pudding, but she wasn't watching where the heck she was going and crashed into a poll, spattering her chocolate pudding all over her face. She squinted and looked at the pole, realizing it was a person.

She then gasped and saw the face she had seen in her fantasies so many times before. "Johnny?!" He didn't know what to do and, in a daze, grabbed a nearby pipe and bashed her upside the head, knocking her unconscious.

"SHIT!" He cursed loudly, biting his nails and looking down at her, who was on the ground in an awkward position and had a nasty cut on her head. "Oh damn oh damn OH DAMN! Why did I do that?!" He grabbed her and slung her limp body over his shoulder.

He thought of what he was going to do with her and where to taker her, then he thought aloud, "Squee's house! His parents are out tonight!" And with that he took off.

Squee was downstairs in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of milk, when he heard the shuffling of feet from upstairs. He squeaked and looked at the piece of stuffing that was once Shmee.

"Shmee! I think the scary neighbor man is looking for bactine again!" he cried, looking at the fluff in a pleading manner, waiting for an answer. He gave Shmee an odd look and giggled a little, "No, I don't he's using my bed to do 'guy things' Shmee. Hehe,"

He carefully padded up the stairs and made his way to his room, unnoticeably dropping Shmee's fluff, quietly peeking into his room and gasped to see Johnny on his floor, kneeling over something. Johnny looked over his shoulder and inhaled sharply, running over to Squee and picking him up.

"Squee, Squee! Where do you keep the Band-Aids?!" He demanded, shaking him slightly and causing him to squeak in fright, "I-in the c-closet!" He set Squee down and ran to the closet, pulling out several things, then going back to the thing he was looming over before.

Squee's curiosity took over him and he cautiously made his way over, standing beside Johnny and staring at the young girl on his floor. Fear latched onto his brain and he was about to run, when he noticed something on the girls' face.

"What's that stuff on her face?" He chirped, a little more at ease when he saw that the girl was breathing. Johnny had forgotten about that and leaned down, licking some off her face. He smacked his lips and replied, "Some damn good chocolate pudding. Wanna lick?"

He held her face up to him, but he politely denied. "Whee, more for me!" He lapped the rest off, then cleaned up her head and face, then bandaged up the cut on her head. "Um…is she okay…?" He lookerd at the small child with sleep-deprived and worried eyes.

"I hope so…"

Dammit, why do I keep making Nny so damn OOC?!?! ---hey, that rhymed ^^ Heh, next chapter up soon, I apologize for such a slow start ^^;;;;