Panther walked through the halls of what was left of the Sargasso Space Station, a large smirk rising from his maw. It had been a couple of days since he practically killed Krystal, though in the state he left her, she would've been better off dead. For all he knew, she had become a rotting corpse mistaken for a old dumpster in the back alley he cornered her to. He had done it in a rage of nothing but a few cold ones and revenge, simply for rejecting him. It had been a real huge coincidence I found her on the street, he thought, Guess karma was on my side. He didn't know what his original plan was, it was something along the lines of killing Fox to get her, but seeing her made him ditch that plan and get a new one; he sure was glad how the new one went. Even if Fox found her, he'd be crying his ass off knowing she's dead.

He finally found the door that once read 'Boss Meeting Room', a large red room with a long table just for the 3 of them, along with diagrams of past battle strategies that, obviously, had failed, as well as a few monitors scatted on the walls here and there. Since the siege Fox and Co. had brought upon the Station, they were unable to repair it, nor rehire more guards that didn't have such a short temper to simply let StarFox in; because of it, they seemed more like hobos than evil space mercenaries. Panther walked into the doorway, a proudness growing inside of him. Inside the room, Wolf and Leon sat, discussing ways to destroy StarFox.

"...Maybe if we lube up the docking bay floor with butter?" spouted Leon.

"We actually did that one with Pigma, dumbass," Wolf grumbled, "They ended up using it like a hockey rink and had FUN."

"Except Peppy," Leon said shakily, "He pulled a muscle-"

"HE ALWAYS PULLS MUSCLES, IDIOT, HE'S OLD!" Wolf smacked him on the back of his head, Leon flinching.

"...Pulling muscles aside," Panther stepped into the room, his smirk getting bigger, "I can safely assure you that 1 out of 5 problems have been eliminated."

"Panther! Where the hell were 'ya?" Wolf's iconic shit-eating grin popping up from out of nowhere, "You've been gone for, like, 4 days. I actually felt a little bit sad 'fer ya."

"I was out giving Krystal a piece of my mind." he replied.

"What, you let her smack you around a little?", Leon said, his composure finally found again.

"Actually, I was the one who smacked her around. And by 'smacked', I mean 'beaten to near-death.'" A smile came from Panther's face.

"Holy shit, Panther," Wolf's eye lit up revealing the bright blue contrasting his grey fur, "I knew you were upset, but Goddamn."

"Mmhmm," Panther nodded.

"Uh, Panther, I'd hate to burst your bubble, but, uh...according to the spy cams we planted when they took that vacation a while back, it seems that Krystal's sitting on the entertainment room's couch." Leon was pointing to a monitor on one of the walls

"WHAT?!" Panther ran to the monitor. Sure enough Krystal had been sitting there with Fox, with an IV still attached to her.

"Thank the Krazoa they let me out early." She had said through the screen; Fox had helped her onto the couch. He had probably been with her this whole time, but judging by how he looked, he looked like he had gotten run over by a bus.

"Yeah," the vulpine sat in a chair next to her, smiling at her, "I'm just glad you're gonna be okay." He leaned into her, kissing her, she immediately returning the gesture.

Panther, at this point, was losing all of his shit. "SHE SHOULD BE DEAD! OF COURSE HE HAD TO FIND HER, HE JUST HAD TO WORRY ABOUT THAT BITCH!" He grabbed a chair and threw it at Leon, who yelped in surprise, ducking under the meeting table.

"Looks like you've forgotten about him," Wolf said, laughing so hard, it was a miracle he was able to breathe.

Panther closed his eyes, breathing in. "Okay," he said, "New plan. I know how we get rid of StarFox once and for all." His face contorted itself into a sick, wicked smile as he began writing down the details of the plan on one of many pieces of paper on the table.

...

As Fox pulled away from the kiss, Falco walked into the room, his eyebrows lifting trying to confirm what he just heard from the couch. If I ain't mistaken, Fox just stole first base with Krystal. Falco had a small grin form, and he continued to walk into the room. "Yo, Foxy, not sayin' there was something on her face or anythin'?

"Nope," was the only thing Fox could think to say.

"...You ain't smackin' him for it, Krystal?"

"Nu-uh," she said.

Falco scratched his head, extremely confused about what was even going on. "Did one of you's finally win the Cornerian lottery...?"

Fox face-palmed at Falco's incredible 'stupidity'. "No, Falco, we're dating now."

"I knew that."

"Oh, Falco!" a sexy voice shouted from down one of the halls of the Great Fox, "I need someone to fly me down to John and Jon's so I can buy some new clothes!"

"Damnit, Katt," Falco threw his arms in the air, "Can't Slippy go with ya?"

"Working on the engine!" Slippy's voice echoed from far away.

"...Fox?"

"I gotta make sure Krystal's okay." Falco looked at the blue vixen, now noticing the IV attached to her.

"Who knows, Falc," Katt came in and kissed him, "I might get some new stuff you'd just love, if you get the hint." Falco's beak immediately turned into a large smile. "Did I say I ain't going? Cause I meant to say I was." He said, turning his head to find Katt walking towards to docking bay. "K-Katt! Wait up! I'll make room in my Arwing!"

"They seem so happy." Krystal said, glad for her friend.

"Yeah." Fox said, reclining into his chair.

"Fox, you sure you don't need a shower? I mean, you haven't showered since the day you found me, and that was 4 days ago."

"I'm sure. Any second without you is a living Hell for me. But I guess I could go take one 'just because'"

"Alright. I'll be here, obviously." They kissed for a bit, Fox pulling away, heading towards his room. After a bit, Krystal closed her eyes, falling asleep. What was probably 20 minutes felt like a second, for she was awake, but something didn't seem quite right. She managed to finally get up and look around the room, but she couldn't see 3 feet in front of her, and her IV bag was gone. Wait, where's my IV...? She looked down at the floor, instead of the heated black metal, there was nothing but the endless-seeming concrete. She tried moving, but couldn't; she was tied up. "F-Fox?" No response. "Fox!" she asked louder.

"He can't hear you, my darling. He's a little...sleepy." There was a familiar accent coming from the darkness. "P-Panther?"

"The one and only." He finally was in her view; he had something on his mind, and whatever it was, she could tell she wanted no part in it.

"W-what are you-"

"Hush now, love." Panther put his finger on her lips. "The more the rats hear sound, the closer the pendulum falls towards Fox." He walked away, soon flicking a switch, turning on a light about 50 feet away; Fox was tied up, unconscious, and very bloody-just as bloody as she was.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, the panic in her voice was raised.

"Because I want to destroy you, sweetness. I want you to realize that those who ignore Panther Caroso's wishes are those who have terrible fates."

Krystal..., Fox's voice was barely heard. She looked over in his direction; he was still unconscious.

"Now, I'm going to do to you what I've had fantasies of for a while now." He said, slowly taking off his shirt.

"Fox! Help!"

Krystal!, she heard his voice again. "Panther, please, I-"

Krystal woke up for real, Fox was above her, trying to wake her up. "Krystal, are you okay? You were freaking out, and I-"

"I'm fine Fox," she said, kissing him. "Just a little bad dream is all. I'm fine now that you're here." He hugged her, Krystal taking in her love's embrace.

A/N: Hey, hey! Thanks for the reviews, a couple of people wanted me to make this an actual story. I tried making this chapter longer than the original one-shot to make up for it's shortness. So yeah, a lot of plot, I guess. I might try to update it this weekend, along with StarFox: Vacationed. See you guys next chapter!