AUTHOR'S NOTE: Uh... On with the story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Starfox!

Fox woke up the next morning, in the arms of his girlfriend, whom was still asleep. Fox smiled and hugged her tighter, enjoying her sharing body heat and her warm, calm breathing. "Thank goddess, it's Saturday morning." He yawned. "Not a thing could ruin this…" He licked her face, slowly, so as not to wake her.

But, Fox made a long hard lick up her face, making her wake. She opened her eyes unhurriedly, saw who was licking her, and then closed them again. "Good morning, Foxie." Kara sunk lower and rested her head on his thin chest. "Quite a night, huh?"

Fox laughed. "Hell of a night." He stroked her head. "Are you hungry?"

"Not right, now. Don't you want to rest a little more?" She kissed his neck. "You don't get to sleep in everyday, you know?"

"Okay." Fox closed his eyes, in an attempt to go back to sleep.

Within minutes, Kara was asleep, but Fox wasn't. But, as soon as he did, his cell phone rang. Fox growled. He got up from the bed, and Kara curled up at the sudden absence of warmth. Fox looked around for his pants. "Where did they go?" He kept looking around. The phone rang again. That's when Fox registered the sound was muffled. Annoyed, he threw the covers of the bed back, where Kara moaned at the drastic increase of coldness. Fox founds his pants at the end of the bed. "How in the-" Fox reached into the pocket and pulled out the phone. "Hello," Fox answered, with a nice greeting slash irritable tone.

"Fox, it's me Katt. Where are you?"

"I'm at Kara's," Fox said, picking up the blanket and draping it back over Kara, who still hadn't waken up.

"Oh, sorry. Fox you sound tired. Did I wake you?"

Fox sighed. "No. What do you need, Katt?"

"I've got to go to the doctor."

"What?" Fox shouted, disquieting Kara from her sleep. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No, I just need to know something. Just wanted to let you know where I was if you came home and I wasn't there. Bye." She hung up.

"Katt, wait." Fox growled, and put his phone back into his pants pockets. He lay back down.

Kara sat up and put his head in her lap. "What's the problem, now?" Kara asked, with a bit of annoyance as well.

"She said she was going to go see the doctor. That was it."

"Did she tell you why?"

"No. She just told me that, so when I got home and she wasn't there, I'd know where she'd be."

Kara hummed in understanding.

"Hey," Fox spoke, sitting up. "Let's get something to eat, since we're up."

Kara sighed, and then laughed. "Oh, okay. You're cooking, Foxie."

A female bear nurse came out the door, "Miss Monroe?"

Katt got up from the chair in the waiting room and walked through the door, leading to the back rooms. She followed the nurse through the desk filled halls, until they came to room three. "This way, ma'am." Katt walked in and the nurse came in behind her, closing the door. "How are you today?"

"Fine," she lied.

The nurse wrapped an arm squeezer (or whatever they're called) and squeezed the black pump, looking at her watch. After thirty seconds, the nurse recorded the heart rate in a folder. The nurse then placed two fingers on her wrist. "Just need to take your pulse." After sixty seconds, the nurse recorded the pulse rate.

Katt asked, "Why do you guys do all this stuff, anyway?"

The nurse laughed, "Just giving you your money's worth. It's seventy dollars, an appointment." She opened the door. "The doctor will be in shortly." She closed the door. Katt got onto the bed, and laid back. She closed her eyes and rested, until the doctor came in. A male husky. "Okay, Miss Monroe, what seems to be the problem, today?"

"Nothing much, but do you guys do that thing where you use a device that looks into me for babies?"

"Yes we do. Why, you need one?" He asked, donning rubber gloves.

"Well, my test this morning was blue."

I tried to save that particular someone… moment.

Responses:

Lombaxworship: Apology accepted. But, it never said anywhere Fox wanted to leave Kara. But, if he did, is up to me. Es ist mein Geschichte!

Sol-Ratcht Saporro: Yes, and thank you. Yeah, let's go with posh as ass-scratch. I poshed myself in front of the audience.

Fenrir Hellfyre: heh… maybe.

Silver Meta Dragon: Thanks. Does lament mean to bitch?