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I LIIIIIIIVE!

Groaning softly, I crack open my eyes, seeing yellows, whites, and blues all blurred together in front of me. Feeling a tightness against my wrist, I take a breath through my nose, and tug again, when I try to turn my gaze down to what felt like restraints, soon finding I couldn't look down without almost choking at something pressing against my neck.
Wincing in surprise and confusion, blood rushes through my head as I begin to move around, finding my ankles to be locked in place, as well as my torso. Blinking a few times in order to rid my vision of any fuzziness, I glance around and see a darkened figure in my peripheral vision. The dark blob moved, and a wash of fear enveloped my mind, and my throat constricted as the figures clothing now stood out as white, but padded.

It slowly, as if cautious, moved out of my range of sight, giving me all the more reason to be concerned, as my eyes tried to follow it, before quickly returning to the place it had been, now seeing a doorway, leading into a hall of sorts. My eyes twitched, when something blared in my ears, too muffled for me to understand.
"Get me a syringe! And close that door! We have to be prepared for the worst."
"Yes, Doctor."

Heart pounding rapidly against my ribcage, I stare out as the door suddenly slams shut, making me jolt at the sudden loud thump ringing in my head, before I shake my head side to side, squeezing my eyes shut, before looking back to the door, seeing a window that had bars welded into it. Eyes burning from withheld blinking, my mouth twitches at more muffled sounds.
"Hurry! She's regaining consciousness, we don't have much time."

Now on the verge of hyperventilating, I feel a sharp pain in my thigh-region, before the lights overhead blur with my tears of shock, as I see a reddish blob flash past my vision, and I squint my eyes, and move my fingers, forming a fist, before my body starts to relax but not on its own accord. My mind was racing, as my sight registers grey poles surrounding me in a box, and my toes curl at the way my breathing regulates, and my heart slows to a normal pace. Yet my mind is still racing.
"She's calming down, now, take off her collar. Just for a moment, so we can properly bandage her head-wound and check for any other injuries."
"Yes, Doctor."
"Oh, and unclasp the harness, don't worry, she won't be moving any time soon."
"What makes you so sure? She could.. Lash out if we're not careful."
I tried to tense my arms, but I couldn't move any of my limbs. Not even as I soon felt the tightness around my entire body leave me, I couldn't move a single inch, not even lift my finger up a centimeter.
Though a soft air brushes past under my chin, the one area that has yet to be affected by the sharp sting that had run through my body.
"I am completely positive, she will not lash out. The dose of morphine in her first shot is still running through her bloodstream, giving her no reason to feel protective of her wounds. Thompson, do not worry. The tranquilizer I gave her before you came in is in effect as we speak, look,"

Wanting my face to contort in surprise, I only manage a soft twitch in my cheek as pressure is placed against my arm, or, what I think is my arm. Right now, I cant tell if its my right leg, left arm, an ear or tooth. All I know is I don't know where I am, and I'm scared.
"See? Nothing. You have the cage on standby, while I simply have gloves in case of accidentally scratching myself, and for sanitary conditions. So do as you please, Thompson. I'll just be treating my fellow predators with a little more respect than caging them during a little doctors visit."
The pressure is soon replaced with the tightness from earlier, and inside my head I whine at the lack of freedom it gave me, already wishing to have the ability to move my own limbs as I please back.
"Respect? Hmpf. He has gone way too deep this time. Giving them over dosages of medicine won't save your hide when, as they have said, "savagely attack" you when they feel too stressed."
The muffled noises had come closer, as one had faded away earlier, and the loud thump came back to haunt me, before my ears decided now would be a great time to finally start working.
"Well, I'm not taking any chances. Marissa, retrieve the collar, put it back on. Meet me in my office when she wakes up, and we'll send her on her way." At this, my ears flickered at the sudden retreating sound of footsteps, before my lids flinched at the silence that soon followed. Feeling eyes on me, my own grew heavier at the thought of having been tranquilized. What is going on.. Why am I in a hospital. I know it's a hospital, smells like one, sounds like one.
 The sudden blaring of a siren echoed in my head, as reds flashed at me from all directions. Though the silence still remained every where else, making my heart ache in confusion at the sudden fear gripping my heart.
The reds, I could understand, as it was clear I was in some type of containment room, a precaution. The sirens, well, I guess made sense as it was to warn people if things got out of hand.

The blues, and the sudden flash of purple eyes, grey fur, and a faded feeling of dampness against my forehead echoed across my subconscious. Barely registering the sounds of metal hitting the floor, the way the cooler air flowed across my ankles and wrists, yet not against my neck, my heart ached. Ached far worse than before, at how terrified and alone I was slowly realizing I actually was.

Judy had scooted back as far as her shaking legs would allow, as well as until she felt something press against her, halting her movements. She turned her gaze to meet her own reflection, once again, in the blood splattered against the cold cement wall, which was now warm due to the iron stench and remnants of what was traveling through her friend, not moments before.
"S..Su..Suz.. N..N-no.. He..Hel-lp.. Help! Somebody! HELP!" Judy had shook her head, tears brimming her eyes, before scrambling up, and running straight towards the fallen figure, turning her over, and wincing at the liquid oozing into her fur, and began applying pressure to the obvious wound in the center of her chest.
"Help! Nick! NICK!" She screamed as loud as she could, covering her mouth in the crook of her elbow, ears lowered so far as to brush against the small of her back. "NICK!"
She yelled out, her voice echoing in the dark alleyway, not allowing herself to leave her friends side, and let her bleed out. "N-NI..Nick.." She choked in the middle of his name, as her voice broke as she sobbed at the lack of breathing registering under her.
"N...Nn-No, no.. No, you can't.. You can't do this, your supposed to.. To be our partner, not- Don't do this.." She tried to steady her breathing, but it only grey worse as she began hiccupping, repeatedly applying more pressure, and at the sudden sound of footsteps growing louder each second. She only broke down even more.
No, Nick, don't.. Don't see.

"Carrots! Carrots, what happened, what's wrong?"

Judy only held onto the paling fox's paw tighter. and in her hazed state, managed to lift her head up, and glare at him with glazed eyes. His eyes were wide, as he stood in the entrance of the alleyway, gripping onto his gun, before the vague sound of it clattering to the ground shook her mind, and her eyes froze in place at his petrified look.
She took a deep breath through her nose, and pushed her feelings down as far as they would go. She needs to stay focused.

"Contact Chief Bogo, get some medics, NOW!" She ordered through gritted teeth, at his halting figure, before he bolted forward, and slid to his knees, his own uniform coated in blood. "Sh-Sh-"
"Nick, she is bleeding out, fast. We need to get her to a hospital. Call. Now." His paws shook as he called into Headquarters.
"Chief, we have a situation here in Savannah Square." He said, his voice calm despite the way his eyes glistened when he stared down at the bloodied heap, the familiar green Hawaiian shirt had taken on an entire different color now.
They both waited for a response, and eventually got one.
"Nick, if this is one of your pranks, Chief Bogo won't like it-"At that, Nick felt his lips twitch.
"No, this isn't a trick, this isn't a prank, send an ambulance here, as soon as you can." He said, his breath hitching at Judy, who was now checking for a pulse. There was a pause, and she went back to putting pressure down on the wound, not looking Nick in the eye.

There was another pause over at HQ.
"...Nick, seriously, this isn't-"
"My girlfriend is bleeding out, and DYING as we SPEAK, I am not JOKING, get an ambulance here, NOW!" He finally broke his casual demeanor, and snarled into the radio, making Clawhauser back at HQ squeak in mild fear and shock at his tone, and race out to notify Chief Bogo.

After some time, Judy only shook her head, staring down at the body in front of her, tears welling up into her eyes.

"Nick, there.. There's no pulse."
She heard his shuffling, before he was beside her, and took her own grip on the vixens wrist in his own, testing it for himself. He was silent after he moved back to where he was, as Judy put pressure on the wound, for the mere hope of her living through this. Nick set her head in his lap, stroking the soft cream colored fur lining her muzzle, hoping to get the twitch out of her nose it always caused when he did that to her.
There was nothing.

Red and blue lights bounced off the grimy alleyway, and Judy could only move out of the way so fast before her partner was carried up into an ambulance. Nick stood at her side, and stared down at his feet, not moving, even as they carried her away.
When the medics first arrived, he was insistent on coming with her, but since it was only a "small" relationship, and it was a severe situation, they did not allow him to follow in.
It was clear it made his blood boil.

Chief Bogo made sure to give them some time to recuperate after the event. Judy continued with cases, and Nick tried his best to not let her see it got to him. The fact that she hasn't woken up in 2 months.
She has been in a coma-like state, ever since they said she almost woke up after they treated her. The Doctors said it was from the trauma, and near-death experience, that caused her mind to shut off until she's come to terms with things, they said it was half and emotional effect, and the other half depends on her own strength and body.
When they first received her, they made no promises on her surviving this. Yet she did, when it was clear she was not supposed to. The bullet had hit home, right through her heart.
Still though, it was miraculous.

A miracle it may be, to Judy and Nick, with her laying, and breathing not a foot away in the now memorized hospital room, it was pure torture to see how she had survived, and was only needing to wake up.
She had already finished healing, by the time the Doctors told them she may not ever wake up. Judy still, continued on with her daily job as a Cop, and Nick tried his best to follow her optimistic example.
It still hurt, when they either brought her up, caught in memories of their time together before the incident. Judy tried her best, and so did Nick. It didn't really change the pain.

Not even when her eyes opened for the first time, in what seemed to be eternity, wide and fearful, as Nick choked on his coffee sitting in a chair beside her bed.

Though it may take a while to get to that point, there is still a lot more happening in the 2 months that Suzanne was in her constant sleep. For her, those 2 months were 4 very short days, in which she met another entire different Nicholas Wilde, one that was more scarred and hidden than the one she had met before, yet held the same green eyes and sly smirk.
With the lack of a collar, which surprised her, and the bold letter standing out above her, screaming out familiarity and shock.
"Wild Times".

The streets were almost the same, the building were a bit different, but the one thing that stood out most for me, was the collars.
The awful, constant, collars. They were everywhere, even if Predators were few in general, they were mostly packed into Zootopia, which is where I so happened to be.
Except, this wasn't my Zootopia. The one, that I lived through, and dreamed of. This place, these interactions, the fear, and the darkness was strangely familiar. This reminded me, of Zootopia, yet it wasn't what it was supposed to be.
It seemed too dark, too cold, too real.

Passing by a few giraffes, which seemed to be plenty of in Savannah Square, I recalled what I was told back at the Hospital.

"You were just laying in the middle of an alleyway, and bleeding."
Narrowing my eyes, I carefully made my way around a few moose, who stared me down as I politely excused myself between an elephant and lion. The lion seemed to have an understanding glint in his eyes as I walked beside him, rather than to the elephant who looked to be almost nervous.
"You seemed to have had a concussion, but don't worry, you'll be fine in a few days. Just try not to trip and fall anytime soon."
Deciding on following my gut, I catch a ride on one of the trains that send me to the familiar warm air near Savanna Central. Except, I was making my way towards one of the places I recognized.

Except this time, it wasn't so recognizable. After walking down a certain neighborhood, that seemed a bit run-down and sketchy, I finally came across an area I was for sure was what I was looking for.
Until I could only gape, in surprise and shock.
Where the small bridge and weeping willow was supposed to be, a large freaking-butted parking lot took up all of where I was supposed to calm down, and think through everything under some shade. I could see plenty of cars surrounding the area, and I grew nervous at the looks I received. In a parking lot, with no car. A fox, with a TAME collar. Just chilling, walking around, blood lining the top of my shirt from the Doctors earlier statement, saying I "fell down" somewhere.

Yup. Not exactly my best disguise ever.

Sighing at my luck, I squint out at the small building a few blocks off, and had to almost crawl over a car in order not to get run over by a passing ram. "Move outta' the way, Fox!" I give the driver a fed up look, and he only grunted and drove off, a bit faster, and instead of heading towards the clinic like I thought he would, he turned and parked elsewhere, got out, and went over to some other mammals.

"Oh, well, isn't this just great." I mumble, wondering just what I walked in on. This seemed to strike a chord in my brain, sense I had another serious gut urge to follow the almost normal line of mammals.
Whom I immediately recognized as predators. All of them, were predators. The line almost spanned out across the entire way, near the entrance of the parking lot, making me wonder just how no one noticed, and if this place was as good as the obvious amount of customers led me to believe.
Opting on tapping a tiger in front of me, he turned around at my prodding.
"Uh, excuse me, do you mind telling me... What this," I gestured to everything around me, all the predators. "Is about?"
He sent me a confused look.
"Well, aren't you supposed to know? This is..." He lowered his voice, and hunkered down, as if worried someone might overhear. "This is the entrance to the Amusement Park, Wild Times, you know?"
At that, I stood there, shocked. He seemed satisfied with my answer, of staying silent, and patted my shoulder. "Yeah, I know! I heard it was a place for any and all predators, they even say that they can take off your collar!"

I nodded, vaguely aware that the line was shortening at a fast pace. What? Is this- Is this "Wild Times"? It cant be- It was never a part of Zootopia. IT was only a previous idea, for the plot.. Of... Nick, Nick was the protagonist- IS the protagonist, here! Then where is Judy? I.. I can't- I need to- Is that what's with the collars, and heavy air all around the city? Is that why-
""Hey, can ya' edge on up there, please?" I hear a voice ask behind me, only sounding a bit annoyed. Jumping a bit, I turn to see a wolf smiling down at me, before nudging me again.
"Sorry, but I really wanna check out what they've been talking about."

Again, with the 'they'. Who are "they"? Other predators?
"O-Oh, sorry about that, I didn't mean to hold up the line." I apologize, and jog on up, seeing as we were now in the building. Looking around, it actually did look like a medical clinic.
"Its fine, just make sure it isn't a polar bear behind ya', it may get a bit fiery between ya'." The wolf said, grinning at me again. I chuckled, before I soon realize I'm up next.

"Hello, name please?" the Badger in front of me asks, and I peer up at the name tag printed onto the label pinned to her shirt. Honey Badger.
She paused for just a moment upon looking up from her clipboard, and stared down at me from her place behind the receptionist desk. I stared up at her, before she wrote something down on the paper clipped to the board, without breaking eye contact.
"Name, please." She asked again, before I shook my head a little, hearing a chuckle behind me. I rolled my eyes at the wolfs antics behind me, before clearing my throat.
"U-Uh, Suzanne Daniels, Fox." I say, and smile kindly up at the Badger. She nodded, and hopped down to the ground. Upon the murmurs rustling up from the other predators behind me, I furrow my brows in confusion, wondering if she wasn't supposed to leave her place.
"Come with me, Miss. Daniels."

At that, she directed me along, and after a gentle push from the wolf from before, I was soon guided through a hallway or two, and meeting the door to the examining room, I feel the fur on the back of my neck stand on end. Flashes of the restraints and cage lowering almost down around me, the red flashes, the violet eyes.
Until I am shaken out of my stupor, by the Badgers voice.
"He will be with you in a moment."
I nodded again, before she shut the door after shoving me inside, and apparently scurried off after sticking the paper she wrote on into the shelf plastered onto the outside of the door. Raising a brow, I walked further into the room, the buzz of the lightbulbs above me didn't exactly send me any sense of comfort.

Grabbing onto the edge of the bed, I hop up, only to fall back down. Grunting, I put my hands on my hips, and shake my head at how tall the bed was. "Lord, I can't even get on the bed, let alone be examined by an elephant." At that, I freeze, turning to the door. "What if it is an elephant?" I ask myself quietly, and shudder at the accidental smacks, shoves, or maybe even choke on the thermometer.

Gripping the sides of my face, I lean against the bed, eyes wide. "What if he accidentally sat on me?" I gape at the terror of death-by-elephant-butt. "I don't wanna die!" I shake my head, and giggle a bit at my silliness.
Wondering just how long this might take, I play with the buttons of my shirt. It looked different. I guess they changed me back at the Hospital I was at earlier.
It was a dark red, and a V neck. Reminded me of Nick's earlier outfit. Then as I raised my paw up, touched the glowing light of the TAME collar, around my neck. My eyes narrow at the feeling of being monitored, and a shudder ran through my body at what it felt like when it was off.
Even if I have had the experience of being collared for a short amount of time, the anger still boiled deep in my heart.

Before I had the chance to further investigate these serious emotions, the door squeaking open made my ears flick.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."
My eyes widen, and I looked up, the familiar voice echoed inside my head, making me freeze in my movements of toying with my shirt. "N..ick?" I ask, incredulous. No way.

The red fox stood in the door way, with a white lab coat on, as well as a stethoscope for flare. He had that smirk on his face, when he knew he was doing something sly and con-like.
"That is what most people call me." He says, and my mouth twitches. "Wondering what those who don't follow up under your list of "most" call you now." I admitted, and he rose a brow, before closing the door behind him, and unbeknownst to me, locking it. Walking further inside, he took a spot in front of me, and stared down at the clipboard in his hands. "So, tell me, what seems to be the problem?" He asked, and I bit back a laugh.
"Oh, I'm not sure, Doctor. There seems to be some pain in my head." I go along with his act. He raised both eyebrows now, eyes scanning over what the receptionist had wrote.
Suzanne Daniels/ A.K.A Vivian Savage here for a Checkup. Room 005
Make sure is seen to immediately, by Dr. Nicholas P. Wilde

Side Notes/Comments: Given extra 15 minutes than regular visits.

Nodding at my words, he lifts his arms after rolling up his sleeves. "If I may?" He asks, smirk still there. I shrug. "As long as your not too rough." At that, he couldn't help but snort, green eyes shining with an emotion I couldn't place.
"Oh, I'll try not to be so "rough"." I discreetly rolled my eyes, as he placed his paws against my temples. He took a few steps closer, and I subconsciously take a step back, only to be met with the side of the large bed.
"Careful now, wouldn't want you getting any more injured that you already are." He said, and I pouted, making his smirk widen.

Running his paws from my temples, to the back of my head, and I stiffened when he almost casually pulled me closer, as if to check for any wounds on the top of my head. "Well, it seems you have already gone to another Clinic to get this wrapped up," He glared playfully down at me, making me yelp when he ran a claw over my ear as if scolding me for going elsewhere to get bandaged up.
"You had to go somewhere else? So cruel." I tried to squirm away, but he only dragged his paws down my neck, making my heart jump in my throat. Okay, okay, okay- This is not the Nick I know from Zootopia. This, th- This is the other one, the one from "Savage"... Wh-Where he had an even darker life, and I am right at where he began making a living off of giving predators the freedom they deserved- His paws rest against my shoulders, and I only stare at the pin on his white coat, Nicholas P. Wilde

"I think you're fine, Miss Daniels. Just a little bleeding, nothing to worry about." He said, just above a whisper, and my mouth twitched at the way his voice wavered between emotions. Some I were familiar with, some I wasn't.
Why is he acting like this?! He isn't supposed to remember me, why am I even given this type of attention?! This is a whole other world! Something that was never even properly made into the movie to begin with- How can he-
I freeze in place at the feeling of his breath against my left ear, his paws now sliding down my arms, placing them at my sides.

And- And, he's a lot more sly and clever than before- This is a different Nick."It's been quite awhile since I've last seen you, Miss. Daniels. Mind telling me where you've been the last month?" My heart drops into my stomach, at the feeling of his paws at my grabbing my waist, before sliding down to my hips, reminding me of the Nick from Zootopia, except his "sudden gestures of affection" weren't THIS bold and outright.
He's just acting! Y-Yeah, he just finds me, I don't know, pretty? He does this with all the female fox's. Right? This Nick would, right?...
"I would e-explain, but right now I think you're in no mood to talk, Doctor Wilde." I say with a slight stutter, giving myself props for not shoving him away as soon as I began to feel his teeth nibble at the top of my ear, sending my tail fluffed up at the sudden change in his demeanor.
"I missed you, you realize that right?" He murmured, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me as close as he could, whilst nuzzling into the side of my neck. "It just wasn't the same around here without you.." He seemed to admit, and I blinked.

So I worked here? What is going on!

Gulping, I can only hum neutrally. I yelped as he suddenly lifted me up, and soon sat me down on the examination table, and hopped up still In front of me, to tower over my form, leaning down closer to my face. "If there's something wrong, you know you can talk to me, right?" He said, as I nodded.
Upon him leaning even closer, I squeeze my eyes shut, before there was a knock on the door, sending him down into the chair in front of the counter, and me holding my breath at what was going to happen.
He was going to kiss me!
Blinking back hysterics, I soon see Honey Badger knock once more, and Nick gets up, looking as normal as ever, before walking to the door, unlocking it, -He locked it?!- And letting her inside.

"Nick, some of the mammals are growing impatient, can you please save the rest of your check up for later?" I raise a brow at her implied words, and Nick sighed, and walked over to me, and patting my arm, his paw lingered longer than necessary, he smirked. "Alright, I'll be heading out." He nodded towards the badger, and she sighed, before closing the door and returning back to the frustrated group of mammals.

Nick turned back to me after she had left, and smirked at my pointed look. "What? I'm a busy businessman," He said, lifting his paws up in defense at my stare. "Con-artist." I interrupt him and he rolls his eyes, though his smirk never leaves his face. "Okay, okay. You can go, enjoy what time you have left before Finnick finds you."
At that, I raise a brow, before he pulls be off the seat, and shoves me towards one of the posters of an elephant, and he knocks on the wall, before pushing it open. He then smirks at my startled look.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot, you've never gone this way before- Have fun sweetie!" With that, he pushes me the rest of the way, kisses my on the cheek, before I trip headfirst down the darkened tunnel, yelling as I land onto a slide, hearing Nick's laugh echo down with me, as I continue to slide my way around the tunnel system, before finding myself in front of a stand-like area.

Standing up, I spit out some dirt that made its way into my mouth, and shake my head. Carefully rubbing around my wound, some doctor Nick is for doing this to me in my concussion-like state, I stare out at the crazed area before me.
"What the..." I squint my eyes, soon seeing a line near the stand from before. Making my way over to it, I stand and wait, until I see a familiar set of large tan ears poking out from behind the counter.

Surprisingly, there was no one else around, so that sends me peering over the edge, and find myself face to face with the short fox. Didn't Nick tell me not to run into him?
"Viv! What are you doing? You're supposed to be patrolling around the park." He told me, huffing at my ruffled and confused state. Jeez, Nick just doesn't know when to stop, does he?
I blink down at him, and he sighs, shaking his head. "Look, I'll fix the collar issue, then you can go on ahead and check up on the games and see how everybody's doing."
I sighed, and nodded along. I seemed to be doing that a lot recently. "Alright, alright. Just get this thing off me."

He shook his head, and lined up the Tag readers with the collar light, and soon the pressure was released from the collar, and it fell to the ground. "I still don't know why you keep that thing on any more than you have to."
I picked it up, and stared at it, before Finnick snatched it out of my grasp, and threw it into a box behind him. "So, how's the drag-life treating you?" I ask, and bit my tongue straight after.
He glared at me, and leaned on the table top, puffing out his cheeks. "Hmph. Yeah, its fine. How's Nick treating you? Still as teasing as ever I hope?" He asks, making me groan in exasperation.
"You have no idea.."

He let out a short laugh, and shook his head. "Seriously, I don't know why he tries. we've thought he just wanted your connections, but the way he looks at you," He whistled. I felt my ears fall back, and I shuffled in my spot. "Man, I'm lucky I ain't you." He looked back at me, and rolled his eyes.
"Don't tell me. He did it again."

All I could do is nod, and he sighed. "I would've thought by now he wouldn't get to you anymore. Guess he still has a few tricks up his sleeve." I felt my eyebrow twitch.
Hearing more predators exit from the slides, I am shooed away by Finnick. "C'mon, go! I have work to do, so go do your own job." Rolling my eyes, I playfully pat his head. "Aw, what a cute wittle baby boy, in an adorable nurse outfit!" I say, as he growls and smacks my paw away, before turning towards a lumbering polar bear headed his way.
"Admission fee- 19.95, pay up or go home."

I scoff at his cashier methods, and jog on ahead, looking around at all the excited predators, whom were trying out some of the games, or rides. I see a few cheetahs run past me, as I climb up a few vines to meet with the Cheetah Race Track. I smiled at their obvious happiness at being able to race around and test each others speed, and I hopped over the track, and slid down to watch a bear try his hand at catching fish.

Finnick said patrol around? Well, I guess I'll just do that.

And wonder just how the heck I landed here.

AN:/ :D

... HEY GUYS!

I'M BACK! Sorry, but... Life things had me away from for awhile. I'd explain, but they're excuses.

THOUGH I WAS LAZY, AND DIDN'T WANT TO START A NEW ARC, ESPECIALLY ONE LIKE THIS- B/C I WOULDN'T LET IT LIVE UP TO ITS FULL POTENTIAL, BUT I THINK I DID GOOD- MAYBE. :D

I tired to make Nicks character a teensy bit different than before, you know, a bit badder? -le wink-

Poor OC-chan. Hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you, NEXT TIME!