Okay, sorry if I fail at all in anything in this story, I over-thought what I'd have to be doing in this story, so I'm a bit jittery altogether. I realized I have to explain just about everything about Wolf. From his eye, to his personality, to his choices. Fun, fun. Well, regardless, I'm going to enjoy this story. I'm basically writing a 'happy' Wolf. Wheeeeeeeeee! Enjoy~


I don't think I've ever been so nervous in my life. There's only five minutes until James is supposed to arrive. Don't do anything stupid, don't do anything stupid, keep your head Artemis.

Pacing, why do I always end up pacing? I glanced up, watching the sky through heavy-lidded eyes. What if he doesn't like me? Damn, damn; damn- damn… DAMN! …Maybe he'll find violet eyes attractive, if not gay. Damn…

The defunct bickering of Leo and Jenny was shoved to the back of my mind as my ears pricked. The sound of three ships riding on the wind caressed the air above me, and I felt my ears flatten to my head as I was drawn into my happy place.

The image of me and James kissing was broken as his voice practically split it in half, his deep, sexy, throaty, controlling, sexy… sexy voice slamming right through my thoughts, "Wolf, lion, and cheetah. Before we start talking about the mission, would you like anything specific to be called?"

Almost instantly, Leo and Jenny interjected with their names, basically melding into one unholy word. As much as I hated them, I needed them to have ever gotten this chance. Wouldn't it just be a good laugh if this finally got me away from them?

James dark green eyes, rimmed in the cool black of his sunglasses, beat down on me. I squirmed under the strength of his gaze, and couldn't find any way to choke up that god-forsaken name of mine.

After a few seconds, James glanced away, finally giving me a chance to size him up. He was nothing special for a fox, this much I knew, but he was fucking stunning regardless.

His dark red fur caught the dimming sunlight, just so much as his sunglasses or eyes. He had on a pair of blue denim jeans, worn and torn like none I had ever seen; this along with a white muscle shirt… I brushed my arm across my mouth to soak up the drool; and his flight jacket adorned his perfectly sculpted body from the gods.

To his left was a hare, less than pleasing to the eye, and a pig whom could die for all I care. Names… Peppy and Pigma, that's right.

"Wolf, Jenny, and Leo," James spoke after I completely murdered my internal dignity. Ouch. "I'm sure you understand the risks that come with this mission and the chance that we may or may not come back alive, correct?"

I nodded as I tried to shove the shirtless image away.

"Good, then let's talk strategy. We will be taking the Great Fox, any cruiser you have will be left behind on Corneria. As long as we're on this mission, you will address to me as Captain McCloud, no exceptions unless said otherwise. Wolf and I will collaborate on attack strategies, but that will be the extent of team to team interaction outside of the battlefield. However, I can not control how you act while we travel. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the company of the Star Fox team, and that this union between Fox and Wolf will be pleasurable for both teams. To my left is Peppy Hare, to my right is Pigma Dengar."

"To my left is Jenny Tay, my right is Leo Samaki. I hope you enjoy my, I mean our, company." CRAP!

James cracked a grin in response, placing his hand out in an ages-old offer. I pushed out my shaky hand, wrapping it in his hand. The swift rise and fall of our hands, completely controlled by his strong grip, set my senses off, leaving me star-struck. He had a strong, but soft, grip on my hand, and it made me think of holding hands for the love of god. Why did I think James McCloud was holding my hand?

He pulled away, and I swore I could see him wink behind the tinted glass. Kiss him you retard!

I swallowed my pride, my fear, my inhibitions, my… everything and lunged forwards, planting a small kiss atop his muzzle, leaving me scared to death by what his reaction could be. What if he rejected me, what if we lost this mission because I'm so fucking stupid? God damn I'm-

Everything I was thinking just vanished as a chuckle broke the ice. He was laughing?


P.S, the journal format is only going to appear in the story periodically, marking spots where it's slow except for a few major events, which Wolf, Artemis, can summarize in a few short paragraphs. Otherwise it'll be stream-of-consciousness merged with psychotic first person that you all have known me for. I did check New Warrior, and a similar writing style was there, so don't be like "Huh?" on meh. Well anyways, that's chapter 1 of Spark. Excuse the fail, I wrote this when I was all jittery for the first test I actually have cared about since I started school. It's a miracle that I care at all. I hope you all enjoyed it, it's sort of reminisce of First Date with the sexual themes and such, but so long as I don't get too dirty it won't warrant an M rating.