Author's Note: Ugh, man, I really hate school right now. Is it just me, or are all U.S. History teachers genetically inclined to be assholes? Sorry for the swear word, but I can't really think of any other term to describe them. I have about four or five hours of homework just for tonight so I can finish this research paper I've been working on, but I didn't want to make it seem like I had abandoned this story. It should turn out pretty juicy.

Thanks to my only reviewer: Chisredfiled911226! The cookie is yours. It's a peanut butter cookie.

I'm sorry everyone, but this is going to be another short chapter. I just gotta get some things out of the way before I actually get to the juicy stuff [cue evil fangirl laughter]. And then I have to tackle this research paper and hopefully finish it before midnight so I can get more than four hours of sleep tonight.

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Fox stood in the government office, uncomfortably playing with his cell-phone in his jacket pocket.

"You asked to see me, sir?" he said, slowly.

"Now-now, Fox," General Pepper smiled. "There's no need to be afraid. This is an entirely informal appointment."

'Thank God,' the vulpine thought, relaxing his shoulders.

He frowned. "What did you need to see me for? On the phone it sounded pretty urgent…"

The general sighed and leaned forward on his desk. "I make it a point to concern myself in the personal affairs of my mercenaries," he explained, gesturing towards Fox with one hand.

Fox frowned again. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Well," the general sighed again, "it's not anything you did or are doing, it's what you aren't doing that makes me concerned for your well-being. Fox…"

"Everything's fine," Fox quickly interrupted.

"…how's your love life?"

His face went sullen and the general laughed.

"I thought as much," Pepper explained. "Your friends have called me and told me that something's been wrong with you lately."

"No they haven't."

The hound frowned and produced a tape recorder. He pressed play. "Phone call from Peppy Hare, March 1st," the tape recorder said in Pepper's voice.

"Hey, Pepper," said Peppy Hare from the tape recorder, "could you please check on Fox? I think something's wrong with him. He's been all alone since Krystal left him. Thanks."

"Phone call from Slippy Toad, March 2nd," the tape recorder said.

"Hey, Pepper," said Slippy Toad from the tape recorder, "I was just calling to ask if you could check on Fox for me. I think something might be wrong with him, he's been kind-of all alone since Krystal left him. Thanks."

"Phone call from Falco Lombardi, March 3rd," the tape recorder said.

"Hey Pepper!" said Falco Lombardi from the tape recorder, "How've you been? How's Fox been? I've been kind of worried because I think something might be wrong with him since Krystal left him. Has he been all alone? Call me back and maybe we can get something to drink some time."

The tape recorder shut off. Fox tried to say something in response but no words came.

"So, I've set you up on a blind date," the general stated.

"WHAT?!?!" Hey, there was a word.

"You'll be going to the big concert tonight, congratulations," Pepper smiled and produced a red flower. "Wear this in your shirt so that way your blind date will know who you are."

"Who is she?" Fox asked, incredulously.

"If I told you then the date wouldn't be blind."

"You can't make me go," the vulpine frowned.

Pepper only smiled wider. "If you don't go I'll fire you—"

"I don't even work for you!"

"—in a rocket into Venom. Now, go get ready for your big date McCloud! Your father would be so proud."

Fox grumbled, walked up to the general and took the flower from his hand. "You may make me go," he growled, "but you can't make me like it."

"We'll see," the general winked. "We'll see."

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Author's Note: Oh my God, now I have to go write a ten page paper on the French-Indian War. Damn you, Mr. Ryan! Damn youuuuuuuu…

…okay, anyway. Please review. I know not a whole lot has happened yet, but maybe if you review I'll speed up my updates or something. Definitely by Thursday or something, because I have a lot of homework tonight and I might not feel very up to writing tomorrow.

T_T

Peace out y'all.