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Introduction: I wrote this because if I continued on my other story, then things will get a lot less action-y. Everything is different, well, almost everything. Erm. History changed because some weird dude messed with a time machine. This was supposed to be the sequel to The Queen and the Common Engineer, but I like having lots of reviews in one place ^_^
"Fox?" Krystal poked Fox in the cheek, but he didn't budge, "FOX!" He still slept on. Fox grunted and shifted his position on the bed, away from Krystal. What did you expect? It was four in the morning.
Krystal sighed and slipped into the bed with Fox. She tugged roughly on his tail three times before he groggily woke with another grunt. Krystal giggled at his one, sealed shut, sleepy eye, and the other, more alert one. Krystal tugged at his shuteye to make it pop open.
"Whaddaya want?" Fox slurred in half-sleep. Krystal rolled on top of Fox and dug her tongue into his mouth. He gurgled in surprise and twitched, "Whaddaya doin'?"
"Share passion now, sleep later," she giggled. Fox's eyes snapped wide-open as he kissed her back. No time to sleep tonight.
**
"'Sleep later', huh? I couldn't sleep for three hours after that!" Fox sighed, planting soft kisses on a very content Krystal's neck. She chuckled and nibbled on his ear.
"Hmm, you know we're still out of food, right?" Krystal whispered. Fox groaned merely out of laziness.
"Aw, please not now. Just let me sleep for an hour and then I'll go with you, okay?" Fox pressed his snout hard on hers, but she slapped him away.
"Get! Fine, if you don't want to go, I'll go alone," Krystal harrumphed. Fox tugged on her bushy tail as she got up, "Oh, don't worry, Fox. I'll bring a gun."
"Bring two, just to make me sleep easier," Fox called after her. She craned her neck back in the bedroom cabin and smiled mischievously.
"Oh, no way. I'm not that kind to you," she blew Fox a raspberry and went off, leaving him in hysterical laughter.
**
Needless to say, our clone friend was waiting outside the hanger, ready to catch the poor vixen in the early morning sun. He tackled her down and gagged her before she could do anything. Knowing that McCloud would go into the town and look for her there; he didn't go into town. Instead, he dragged Krystal away into the Great Fox and tied her up in the engineering bay.
"Let me go!" Krystal screamed, her voice muffled by the dirty cloth gag. Fox's clone laughed.
"Why would I do that?" The clone sneered, "I don't love you. I'm just a little clone, doing my job. Even though, McCloud probably doesn't love you either."
"Of course he does," Krystal spat, "He'll look for me. I know he will." The clone reached into Krystal's large pocket and pulled out her blaster. He played with it for a while, a mad glint in his dark green eyes as he did so.
"No, he won't. I've been programmed to have Fox's memories," the clone's sneer grew bigger, "He doesn't love you. He only acts like it because he's afraid of you."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Krystal asked, suddenly stopping trying to wriggle her way out of the scratchy fiber ropes.
"You're a queen, you moron, don't you realize that? He's afraid of you. He knows you have magical powers, and he's scared, just like any other stranger you've met who knows what you are."
"So? I'm just a sorceress. That shouldn't change anything between us," Krystal said quietly, almost inaudible due to the gag still in her mouth.
"Ah, but that's what you think," the clone laughed evilly, "He hates you, vixen. He wants you as far away as possible. Trust me, I want you dead, too. I'm just acting on the thoughts that Fox doesn't dare to even dream!" With that, he shoved knife from his belt into Krystal's shoulder. She screamed as the pain ripped through her body. Her blood soon soaked her jacket and shirt, a large black dot starting from her right shoulder.
"Why?" Krystal managed to whisper. The clone laughed again and forcefully dug the small knife deeper. Krystal screamed louder as the blade reached her muscle and major nerves.
"No one can hear you, idiot, so just be quiet and let me have some fun."
**
"Mmm," Fox stifled a yawn. He squinted his eyes as he flicked on the light. The light shone onto the blade Erik gave him. The short sword was still as sharp as ever, not even a bit of rust anywhere. Something awoke in him then. Something that he had forgotten a long time ago. He was an engineer. He was an engineer and a pilot. There was something that someone did to train him to be a warrior, but it wasn't Krystal.
His father; his father taught him to fly. His father taught him to engineer. His father taught him to shoot a gun. Fox sighed as he picked up a photo he had of his father and him at a park. Fox was on top of James' shoulders, laughing merrily. How those times were easily forgotten. Fox remembered the Arwing engine that he had spent so much time on by request of his father. It was in his Arwing now. The engine... It was time to revisit something. It was time to go once more into the engineering bay.
**
"He'll come," Krystal screamed at the clone, "Fox will come! I know he will!"
"Why should he?" The clone chuckled. Krystal fell silent again, not even sobbing of the pain in her shoulder. The blade was still there and it hurt.
"He'll come," Krystal said simply.
**
Fox grinned weakly as the lift door swung open. He heard something that made his heart freeze. Krystal!
"He-"
"Will not save you," the clone laughed again.
"Yes he will," Fox said, his eyes fixed on his own clone. The duplicate stared at Fox. There was an awkward silence between the two, which was broken by a battle cry from the clone. Fox didn't see Krystal's blaster in his paw until it was too late. The clone shot, and hit. Fox collapsed a moment later with a hole in his chest.
"Pathetic moron," the clone muttered. Krystal looked at Fox in shock. He was still groaning, but he couldn't do anything now. Krystal felt silent tears running down her cheek as the clone turned back to her, "Now, where were we?"
Fox lay on the ground, barely able to breathe. His right lung had been punctured, and every breath he took just sucked more air out. He was very close to the table he used as a kit to build things. He groped around for something; something he knew was there that would save him. Aha! The old flat head screwdriver that he wanted to throw away for so many years.
"Hey, remember this?" Fox wheezed at the clone. He turned to see Fox sitting up with the large screwdriver in his paw, "Dad always said it would come in use." Grunting with all the effort he had in his arm, Fox flung it at the clone. His shot caught his target; a very lucky shot. This time, the clone's turn had come to fall, but with a bloody screwdriver sticking out of his eye socket.
"Fox!" Krystal sprang up and hopped toward Fox, spitting her gag out as she went. Fox groaned and fell down on the floor, unable to breathe, "No, no, don't go!"
Fox didn't reply. His lungs ceased working, and he was going frigid. Krystal loosed her wrists away from the rope and held Fox's wound. He shuddered and clamped his paw on Krystal's arm.
"Don't bother," Fox whispered, "I'm dead." Krystal's eyes flooded with tears once again as she heard those words. Acceptance was the only choice available.
"Before you slip away from me, Fox, answer me one question," Krystal held Fox's arm, feeling the cold skin beneath his fur.
"Ask away," Fox smiled weakly.
"Do you love me?" Krystal asked. Her tears dripped down her cheeks in torrents.
"Will this answer for you?" Fox asked. He pulled Krystal toward him and gave her the most tender, loving kiss he could. A second later, his heart stopped and his eyes closed for the last time.
"It does, Fox. It does," Krystal whispered.
**
A/N: Aw, poor Fox. I just had to make someone die, though. Really. Wait a sec, didn't Fox sleep with Krystal? Time for the epilogue.
Introduction: I wrote this because if I continued on my other story, then things will get a lot less action-y. Everything is different, well, almost everything. Erm. History changed because some weird dude messed with a time machine. This was supposed to be the sequel to The Queen and the Common Engineer, but I like having lots of reviews in one place ^_^
"Fox?" Krystal poked Fox in the cheek, but he didn't budge, "FOX!" He still slept on. Fox grunted and shifted his position on the bed, away from Krystal. What did you expect? It was four in the morning.
Krystal sighed and slipped into the bed with Fox. She tugged roughly on his tail three times before he groggily woke with another grunt. Krystal giggled at his one, sealed shut, sleepy eye, and the other, more alert one. Krystal tugged at his shuteye to make it pop open.
"Whaddaya want?" Fox slurred in half-sleep. Krystal rolled on top of Fox and dug her tongue into his mouth. He gurgled in surprise and twitched, "Whaddaya doin'?"
"Share passion now, sleep later," she giggled. Fox's eyes snapped wide-open as he kissed her back. No time to sleep tonight.
**
"'Sleep later', huh? I couldn't sleep for three hours after that!" Fox sighed, planting soft kisses on a very content Krystal's neck. She chuckled and nibbled on his ear.
"Hmm, you know we're still out of food, right?" Krystal whispered. Fox groaned merely out of laziness.
"Aw, please not now. Just let me sleep for an hour and then I'll go with you, okay?" Fox pressed his snout hard on hers, but she slapped him away.
"Get! Fine, if you don't want to go, I'll go alone," Krystal harrumphed. Fox tugged on her bushy tail as she got up, "Oh, don't worry, Fox. I'll bring a gun."
"Bring two, just to make me sleep easier," Fox called after her. She craned her neck back in the bedroom cabin and smiled mischievously.
"Oh, no way. I'm not that kind to you," she blew Fox a raspberry and went off, leaving him in hysterical laughter.
**
Needless to say, our clone friend was waiting outside the hanger, ready to catch the poor vixen in the early morning sun. He tackled her down and gagged her before she could do anything. Knowing that McCloud would go into the town and look for her there; he didn't go into town. Instead, he dragged Krystal away into the Great Fox and tied her up in the engineering bay.
"Let me go!" Krystal screamed, her voice muffled by the dirty cloth gag. Fox's clone laughed.
"Why would I do that?" The clone sneered, "I don't love you. I'm just a little clone, doing my job. Even though, McCloud probably doesn't love you either."
"Of course he does," Krystal spat, "He'll look for me. I know he will." The clone reached into Krystal's large pocket and pulled out her blaster. He played with it for a while, a mad glint in his dark green eyes as he did so.
"No, he won't. I've been programmed to have Fox's memories," the clone's sneer grew bigger, "He doesn't love you. He only acts like it because he's afraid of you."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Krystal asked, suddenly stopping trying to wriggle her way out of the scratchy fiber ropes.
"You're a queen, you moron, don't you realize that? He's afraid of you. He knows you have magical powers, and he's scared, just like any other stranger you've met who knows what you are."
"So? I'm just a sorceress. That shouldn't change anything between us," Krystal said quietly, almost inaudible due to the gag still in her mouth.
"Ah, but that's what you think," the clone laughed evilly, "He hates you, vixen. He wants you as far away as possible. Trust me, I want you dead, too. I'm just acting on the thoughts that Fox doesn't dare to even dream!" With that, he shoved knife from his belt into Krystal's shoulder. She screamed as the pain ripped through her body. Her blood soon soaked her jacket and shirt, a large black dot starting from her right shoulder.
"Why?" Krystal managed to whisper. The clone laughed again and forcefully dug the small knife deeper. Krystal screamed louder as the blade reached her muscle and major nerves.
"No one can hear you, idiot, so just be quiet and let me have some fun."
**
"Mmm," Fox stifled a yawn. He squinted his eyes as he flicked on the light. The light shone onto the blade Erik gave him. The short sword was still as sharp as ever, not even a bit of rust anywhere. Something awoke in him then. Something that he had forgotten a long time ago. He was an engineer. He was an engineer and a pilot. There was something that someone did to train him to be a warrior, but it wasn't Krystal.
His father; his father taught him to fly. His father taught him to engineer. His father taught him to shoot a gun. Fox sighed as he picked up a photo he had of his father and him at a park. Fox was on top of James' shoulders, laughing merrily. How those times were easily forgotten. Fox remembered the Arwing engine that he had spent so much time on by request of his father. It was in his Arwing now. The engine... It was time to revisit something. It was time to go once more into the engineering bay.
**
"He'll come," Krystal screamed at the clone, "Fox will come! I know he will!"
"Why should he?" The clone chuckled. Krystal fell silent again, not even sobbing of the pain in her shoulder. The blade was still there and it hurt.
"He'll come," Krystal said simply.
**
Fox grinned weakly as the lift door swung open. He heard something that made his heart freeze. Krystal!
"He-"
"Will not save you," the clone laughed again.
"Yes he will," Fox said, his eyes fixed on his own clone. The duplicate stared at Fox. There was an awkward silence between the two, which was broken by a battle cry from the clone. Fox didn't see Krystal's blaster in his paw until it was too late. The clone shot, and hit. Fox collapsed a moment later with a hole in his chest.
"Pathetic moron," the clone muttered. Krystal looked at Fox in shock. He was still groaning, but he couldn't do anything now. Krystal felt silent tears running down her cheek as the clone turned back to her, "Now, where were we?"
Fox lay on the ground, barely able to breathe. His right lung had been punctured, and every breath he took just sucked more air out. He was very close to the table he used as a kit to build things. He groped around for something; something he knew was there that would save him. Aha! The old flat head screwdriver that he wanted to throw away for so many years.
"Hey, remember this?" Fox wheezed at the clone. He turned to see Fox sitting up with the large screwdriver in his paw, "Dad always said it would come in use." Grunting with all the effort he had in his arm, Fox flung it at the clone. His shot caught his target; a very lucky shot. This time, the clone's turn had come to fall, but with a bloody screwdriver sticking out of his eye socket.
"Fox!" Krystal sprang up and hopped toward Fox, spitting her gag out as she went. Fox groaned and fell down on the floor, unable to breathe, "No, no, don't go!"
Fox didn't reply. His lungs ceased working, and he was going frigid. Krystal loosed her wrists away from the rope and held Fox's wound. He shuddered and clamped his paw on Krystal's arm.
"Don't bother," Fox whispered, "I'm dead." Krystal's eyes flooded with tears once again as she heard those words. Acceptance was the only choice available.
"Before you slip away from me, Fox, answer me one question," Krystal held Fox's arm, feeling the cold skin beneath his fur.
"Ask away," Fox smiled weakly.
"Do you love me?" Krystal asked. Her tears dripped down her cheeks in torrents.
"Will this answer for you?" Fox asked. He pulled Krystal toward him and gave her the most tender, loving kiss he could. A second later, his heart stopped and his eyes closed for the last time.
"It does, Fox. It does," Krystal whispered.
**
A/N: Aw, poor Fox. I just had to make someone die, though. Really. Wait a sec, didn't Fox sleep with Krystal? Time for the epilogue.