Picked up some mini prints today!!
They would have looked a lot better if I had the versions of the book that I based the colour schemes on and also if the people who work at Staples understood the concept of using bleed when printing images.
Zootopia Fan-story FINALE!!!
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Note: Okay, So firstly merry Christmas to all, and if I don’t get on here, Happy New Year also. (May 2017 be a better year for all)
I was meant to upload this on Christmas as my present to all of you however it is called the silly season for a reason and I didn’t get around to it, so here is a belated gift to you lovely peeps.
This is an EXTREMELY LONG chapter and for that, forgive anything in the editing that flew under the radar, (I did re-read it several times on my days off) but I am sure I’ve missed some small things
This is the Finale and as promised if this gets some good replies, comments, reblogs Etc, I will write the rest of the happy ending that I have started.
I hope this chapter answers all the questions you lovely followers have, if not, I will be happy to answer anything people are not sure about.
Also just a shout out to a very awesome follower, who on Christmas opened up a present to receive my actual Novel Griphon: The Last Warwolf, I hope this brings as much joyful reading time for you as my fan story @thatrandomfollower1 - Thank you.
So as always without further Adieu I give you chapter 26 (the FINALE) Zootopia Fanstory.
Nick sat at the large oak coffee table, he felt odd, fuzzy, the coffee table was situated in the middle of a small and cosy kitchen, he could see pictures of him and Judy hung all over the walls, pictures of them hugging, kissing, and some plain silly ones, like Nick giving her bunny ears.
“Where am I?” he thought to himself, looking around nervously and confused. He couldn’t for the life of him remember how he got in this house or even where it came from and the pictures were slightly askew, he couldn’t tell how, he could just …. sense it, and regardless of all that his stomach ached and he felt sick.
Nicholas Wilde’s attention on the pictures and the strange surroundings, was soon broken as the overpowering scented fumes of a blueberry pie wafted pleasantly through the air grabbing his attention, and at the opposing end of the table was Judy.
She was dressed in a floral dress with her ears tied back, sporting an apron, she smiled at Nick before she leaned over, opening the oven door, placing small mitts on, she pulled out a dish; obviously where the mouth-watering smell was originating from.
She placed it on the table and cupped her paw over her mouth as she called out names, and although it was as if she yelled, Nick couldn’t hear a word leave her mouth, like a silent scream.
But as if she had spoken aloud two small pups ran into the room, to sit at the table, Nick’s heart melted as his eyebrows rose in pleasant surprise.
Nick gasped “I’m a father?”
Nick sat at the head of the table and one of his two kit dragged out a chair and sat on his right-hand side, looking up to him, the way someone looks up to their hero.
Without a thought, he reached his paw out cradling the closest one’s face, sliding from her ears down her crown, across her cheek and stopping with his paw cradling his daughter under her chin. Nick lost himself deep into her eyes, a velvety green, purple mixture.
He never thought he could love someone more than Judy, but he was wrong, oh so wrong.
The small foxy face he had just cradled in his hand, cuddled into his palm with a chime like giggle, she was so tiny and small. He felt tears silently run from his eyes. Her fur was soft and warm and reflected the bright orange of Nicks, as if they were one, she looked up at him with a crooked cheeky grin, a Nick Wilde grin.
Judy noticed him crying and put down the knife she was about to cut the pie with, walking over and wrapping her arms around him “What’s wrong sweetie?” she whispered in his ear cradling his face and making him look up to her.
Nicks paw softly falling from his daughter’s face, his attention turning to Judy. Nick began to sob and Judy tightened her grip around his muzzle. Before whispering once more “What’s wrong?”
“I love you Judy Hopps” he explained wrapping his paws around her waist and letting them claw at the small of her back rubbing his tear drenched eyes over her arm and snuggling into her. Judy tightened her small arms around his head and pulled him in tight to her belly while patting his head.
“I love you to Nicholas Piberius Wilde” she whispered into the crown of his head “But I’m not Judy Hopps, I’m Judy Wilde, remember” She whispered in his ear, pulling his face up and kissing him softly on the cheek at the end of her sentence and pointing to the picture on the wall. He turned to see a picture of them on their wedding day, holding paw in paw at the end of the altar.
Nick sighed and took a breath as Judy gently let go of him, walking over to the blueberry pie cutting it into slices, however each time the knife she was using touched the chopping board beneath, the house shook as though caught in an earthquake, small bits of debris falling from the roof, Nick was nervous about the quakes however the others acted as if nothing was happening.
“What is that?” asked Nick holding firmly onto the table and looking up at the ceiling.
“What is what dad?” quizzed the young fox who sat beside him at the table. “The tremors” he explained.
The little fox giggled and giggled “Silly puppa, you know what that is” she cried pouncing over the table into his lap and throwing her small arms around his neck in a tight hug, her body barely the size of Nicks chest.
The shaking had yet to cease and Nick grasped his daughter tight, snaking a paw over her head to protect her from the small debris collapsing from the ceiling.
As Judy loaded up the plates with the pie a loud beeping noise rang through the whole house, Nick struggled to grab his ears to protect himself from the almost deafening sound, simultaneously trying to cover his daughters’ ears also, however she seemed to only stare at him strangely as if wondering why he was covering her.
“What is that!” he cried confused, having to raise his voice to be heard over the noise.
Judy and his other kit stood around the table and had ceased all movement and shook their heads as if they couldn’t hear what he asked.
“WHAT IS THAT NOISE” he yelled, holding his ears and looking around the now shaking, loud house with a slither of distress.
Judy and the two Kits simply starred at him, and before his eyes they began to melt like wax candles in the heat of a flame, all colours running together as one. “No, wait no!” he cried hugging his daughter tightly only to have her melt in his paws.
The seat he sat in was also melting and had become like glue holding him in place, he struggled to free himself only to become instantly exhausted.
He froze stiff as the house around him began to melt into darkness, the beeping noise getting louder and louder. He cried out loud screaming for help shutting his eyes tight scared of what was happening.
“HELP! HELP!” he cried, the world around him swirled like water down a drain, then darkens for only a fraction of a second.
When his eyes shot open he was blinded by light and a very subtle almost rhythmic beeping noise, his vision slowly came, but was blurred and there was two of everything; slowly his eyes adjusted. He coughed a little and realised his mouth was full of god knows what, he was disorientated and his nose stung with the strong smell of bleach that wafted around him. His chest was burning like a flame kindled brightly inside his ribcage.
He lay still for a moment gathering his bearings, his eyes shooting left and right, he was scared as he couldn’t move his body, and his vision was blurry, his mouth was dry and his whole body seemed to shake mercilessly as if he had just woken up from a heavy night drinking. Everything seemed clouded and dreamlike; much like a hangover.
When he had finally gathered his bearings; against immense pain, he looked up and to his left to see where the beeping noise was coming from.
Beside him was a small machine, each second or so it would beep with the same metronome as the one in the house, however it was quiet and rhythmic and not deafening at all. The room he was in smelt of stale air and bleach, he went to move when he realised he couldn’t, his heart rate increased as he began to freak out, the machine next to him increasing in pace as he began to squirm, his world was blurry and he couldn’t think straight but then a simple memory came back to him, the noise of a whisper “Try everything” and the sound of gun shots.
He took a breath and stopped moving just as a doctor came in and ran to the side of his bed, it was a Hare, “Mr Wilde, Mr Wilde lay still please, you have very extensive injuries”.
“Whher amm I” choked out nick through a mouth full of tubes.
“The hospital, you were shot, we lost you 3 times, but you kept fighting to get back”
The doctor fiddled with the machines and tubes a little before laying his paw on Nicks shoulder “You are very brave Mister Wilde, I will have one of the nurses come to check up on you soon”.
“Wait” gagged Nick “prease don go” he begged
The hare paused mid stride, considered Nicks request and turned walking back to Nick’s bed, pulling up a seat and sitting next to him.
“Wath happened? Asked Nick, unable to swivel his head to make eyes contact with the doctor.
“You were shot by your father…” answered the doctor matter of factly.
Nicks sat still for a moment trying to pry the memory of this happening however he could only picture the house, Judy and the young Kit. Then it hit him.
“Whers Joody?” he asked frantically; his eyes flashing around the room, he was sure she wouldn’t be far, the sound of his lung struggling to obtain air, making his sentence more of a wheeze.
The doctor went silent for a moment and then looked to the floor.
“I have other patients to attend to; a nurse will be in shortly, get some rest…”; The doctor had seen Judy once and gotten very little response from her.
With that the doctor left the room; just as he was at the door Nick called out. “How long have I been here?” he choked
The doctor had his paw on the door and turned “You’ve been in a coma for 4 months”.
Silence lingered in the room apart from the machine feeding oxygen into Nick’s lungs and the constant beep of the machine letting all know; Nicholas Wilde was very much alive.
The doctor left and Nick lay silently, his eyes were heavy but he didn’t want to go back to sleep, he wanted to ask about Judy, he wanted to make sure she was safe and so he forced himself to stay awake, even though he was fighting against strong painkillers.
Nicks body was sore and his chest struggled heavily to take in air, the bullets he had taken ripped his innards apart. He lay very still focusing simply on his breath in and out.
4 Months earlier:
Maria woke up, she was woozy and felt sick, the effects of the morphine that gently dripped from a bag above her, the needle going into the middle of her arm taped on tight.
The last thing she remembered was being wheeled into surgery the previous night and watching Nick getting taken the opposite direction, blood covered sheets and several doctors working frantically to keep him alive.
“Oh, my head” she explained, closing her eyes and placing her paw to her temple applying slight pressure to try and stop her world from spinning.
Before she could even speak a set of lips pressed to hers, while small paws grasped her ears tight and passionate, she pushed back returning the kiss at first, but soon Maria realised it was Jack, and gently pulled away, however his face lingered where it was a smile from ear to ear, his eyes shut in a moment of bliss his paws gently releasing her ears.
“Maria…” he sighed in joy
“Jack” she responded before throwing her paw behind his head and pulling him in against her lips their embrace was long awaited, passionate, Maria could feel Jacks paw tighten around hers and the pressure between their kiss was just right. 10 years in the making and the kiss was everything Jack hoped it would be.
They pulled away in a state of euphoric bliss when Maria felt a pain in her gut. Then instantly everything hit her, the morphine playing no effect, her hand went to her belly that she realised she had been shot, it burnt and she squirmed as if she could move away from the aching pain.
“Stay still my love” cautioned Jack
“The…the” she choked.
“The baby’s fine” assured Jack placing one paw on Maria’s face and patting her paw with the his other as it sat atop her belly. His eye went hollow “The babies fine Maria” he repeated.
Maria didn’t like the sound of Jacks tone, and the look he held was even more concerning a deep furrow in his brow.
“Can I see…” Began Maria, before pausing; realising she didn’t even know what the sex of her kit was.
“Her” confirmed Jack realising why Maria was stumped for words “A very beautiful Baby girl” smiled Jack; however his eyes did not seem to follow the enthusiasm of his other facial features and stayed loomed with heaviness.
“You can see her” affirmed Jack walking to the machine next to Maria and pressing a big red button to call in the nurses.
A nurse walked in with a smile from ear to ear however it seemed easily fake “Good Morning Miss Savage” she greeted, hearing her real name caught Maria rather off guard.
“Good Morning Mr Savage” continued the nurse
“Hello” responded Jack politely.
The nurse looked over Judy, shining a light in her eyes and testing her reflexes before checking the stitches for any sign of infection.
“My baby, can I see my baby?” urged Maria, while the nurse looked her over.
The nurse sneered at Maria with slight disgust for only a second, but Maria caught it and was confused by her look, before the nurse then turned her eyes to Jack, awaiting his approval. He smiled and gave a simple nod.
The nurse leaving the room; heading to the new arrivals ward to get Maria’s kit.
“Maria” Began Jack grabbing her attention “I’ve reinforced your cover as Judith Hopps every step of the way, neither of us broke our cover and for that reason, Tyrone Wilde was killed…and you got pregnant…I need you to understand that…”
Jack paused a moment and released Maria’s paw, and braced himself by biting hard on his knuckle as he was about to continue, the words like a razor through his nerve.
“My darling Maria you were pregnant… with the kit ….of one…. Nicholas Wilde…” he sighed deep at the end finishing with a brilliant, care filled smile.
Maria gasped and choked and her insides went hollow, tears streamed from her eyes and the more she saw the broken look on Jacks face and his intention to hide it behind happiness, the heavier her cry became, however he just turned smiling more “Congratulations” he choked in a breathless whisper.
Maria now realising why the nurse had given her a nasty look, she couldn’t imagine what the nurse must have been thinking.
“No Jack” stated Maria grabbing her stomach, “These should be yours…” There was a deep and thought provoking silence before Jack replied.
“But they are not…” he smiled gently placing his paw on her stomach once more. Sitting on the edge of her bed.
Maria recalled the moment she had accepted the mission, she thought of her night with Nick, then her night with Jack, then her nights alone and the whole mission itself and felt disgusted in herself; how could Jack even look at her she thought.
Her paws trembled as they covered her eyes and she sobbed sitting up in her hospital bed.
“Maria what’s wrong?” asked Jack sitting at the edge of her bed. Jack gently prying her hands from her face.
“Jack …I…me and Nick…” she gasped horrified at her actions, struggling to catch a breath of air between her weeping.
“shh….shhh it’s okay….Maria, it’s okay…. You didn’t know” he explained forcing her to make eye contact with him “You fell deep into your alias….you are such a good officer….you were there for ten years, it was without a doubt something as bad as this was going to happen, we both knew” he comforted
She shook her head “I wasn’t that deep in cover” she sniffed “How can you even bare to look at me?” she said with a disgusted tone.
Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden band, a band of gold he had protected with his heart for ten years, placing it on her finger, Marias eyes lingered on the ring and a flood of memories pierced her mind.
“Because you are my wife Maria, and I love you til death do us part…”
She threw her arms around Jack, and as they hugged the nursed walked in with a bundle in a blanket.
The nurse gently passed it to Maria before excusing herself.
Maria held the small fox in her arms, green eyes as shiny as emeralds; Jack looked down on the fox also placing his paw gently atop her forehead.
“She’s beautiful” complimented Jack.
There was a long silence as Maria starred into the baby’s eyes and could see the mixed features of herself and Nick plastered on the kits beautiful face.
“Maria my love, if you wish for us to go back to the way we were…you need to tell Nick… everything…” He explained a horrendous ultimatum.
Maria who was gently rocking the baby came to a halt, her eyes shifted from her kit, and locked with Jacks.
2 days later:
Maria was sitting in her bed recovering, she hadn’t seen Jack since the day she woke up, he had called and explained that there was a lot of paperwork due to everything that had happened, she heard her door handle turned and expected to see a doctor but instead was greeted by the stripy face of Savage.
Maria smiled but Jack held a concerned look, Maria went to speak and Jack simply shushed her putting a finger to his lips, gesturing his head to show he was not alone.
He then opened the door and in came Fray, who basically snarled at the sight of Maria and obviously couldn’t look Jack in the eyes.
“Hello ‘Judy’” spat Fray “I’m Fray, the medical officer from the ZPD” she introduced “As I’m sure you’re aware” she added in a whisper.
“I have just been informed by “YOUR” superiors to do a medical examination on you to make sure…”, fray gestured to Jack and Maria as she emphasised “your”. Fray looked up from her clip board, part of which was covering the bottom half of her face, but Judy could tell fray was scorning her “…To make sure you return back from your alias, without too much trouble”
Maria didn’t know how to respond and so stayed quiet.
“Good” agreed Fray realising Maria wasn’t going to speak “let’s proceed, shall we? Officer, what is your name?” quizzed Fray looking to her clip board.
“Judith Laverne Hopps” she answered quickly.
Fray shook her head and scoffed, “Perhaps something more simple…. Who is this?” asked Fray pointing her pen to Jack before chewing on the end of it waiting in anticipation.
“Jack Savage…” answered Maria.
“Right…. And who is Jack to you”.
Jack shone Maria a bright smile, and Maria remembered the kiss at the ZPD, the one that sat perfectly on her lips, again she brushed her lips with her paw, before eyeing the gold band on her finger.
Her eyes began to water “He…he’s my husband…”
Fray smiled writing on her notepad “Just super for you” mocked Fray with a sarcastic thumbs up.
“Awesome work truly, Miss….” She pressed
“Savage…. Maria Savage…” answered Maria.
Fray turned to Jack, “This is good, basically there is a short disconnection, but most of her subconscious was at work… Judy…. sorry, Maria, you have been undercover for an extended period of time, I believe that you may be suffering from slight “dissociative identity disorder” amongst other things, it’s very common for officer in a prolonged roll of undercover rolls to suffer certain mental health disorders”
Fray paused clipping her pen to her clipboard and tucking it up under her arm “But you’ll be fine, and that’s all that matters right?” attacked Fray.
Maria went to protest when she caught Jack slightly shaking his paw left and right, a symbol for Maria to just let it go and so she conceded.
Fray took a breath, heading for the door, before stopping and looking at Maria once more “Nothing? You have nothing to say?” she growled.
Maria just shook her head confused and raised her shoulders submissively. “What you have done is horrible, neither of you deserve to be standing” she jeered pointing at jack and Maria.
“Fray, I know what I did to Nick is unforgiveable…”
Fray’s attempts at a calm façade swept aside at the uttering of Maria’s words “NICK! NICK! That’s just the icing on the cake Rabbit! did you care at all for anyone? Do you really think you’re a police officer! So long as you get set up with everything you wanted everything should just be swell” she interrupted with a snarl and through her fury tears formed in her eyes. “Did you even care what this could do to other people…to me…”Judy was lost for words as Fray starred at her awaiting some sort of reply.
“I assume you know that Bogo didn’t wake” up she added finally, her face soaked with tears and riddled in anger. She then turned her attention to Jack, spewing venom “Congratulation to you. Chief Savage”. Without another word, she turned heading out the door, slamming it hard behind her.
Maria looked up to Jack who was rocking back and forth on his heels breathing in time, a slightly shaky fist in his pocket.
Just as Maria and Jack were about to exchange words Fray burst back in the door and Frisbee’d her clipboard onto Marias’ bed pointing at it as it landed.
“Just thought you should know, see the bottom there, its’ the doctors report on Nicks operation, he’s in a coma, died on the table several times, to save you…you of all people, you vile thing and below that is the set guide and rehab he will have to pass to get his badge back, with a shattered vertebrae and part of both his lungs taken out, how do you think that’s going to work out for him?”
“I’ll get him a desk job” whispered Jack, choked by Frays words.
“Shut up Savage!” grilled Fray pointing her finger at him threateningly, her elbow high in the air, and her finger mere fractions from his face “You know that’s not the point…and when he finds out what makes you think he’ll want his badge?” Fray turned a cursing glare back to Judy… Maria… whoever the hell she was.
“You have ruined this foxes life, regardless of how this works out; don’t ever let that escape you Miss Savage, and what about Bogo, huh Jack? You gunna get him a desk job?” she asked glaring back to Savage.
Jack flicked his ears to the side preparing a witty comment, but before he could reply fray slapped him across the face putting his face to the side “Don’t even think about it” warned Fray again pointing a finger at him “I will kill you if you dare” threatened Fray.
Maria covered her mouth with her paws stunned at Fray’s actions; Jack slowly turned his face back to her and bit his tongue. Frays finger did not move from his face until she was satisfied her point was clear, and when she knew Jack was also wordless she took a deep breath composed herself and left the room, rubbing her paws under her eyes to wipe away her smeared excess eyeliner.
“Are you okay Jack?” choked Maria scared to speak.
Jack pulled out his new badge from the inner top pocket of his jacket, the same Badge Bogo use to sport on his shirt, the “chief badge”, he looked at it longingly, walked over to Maria kissed her on the forehead then went for the door.
“I have lots of paperwork to do my love and questions to answer, questions that have no worthy answers” he sighed his eyes looked to the ground defeated as he left.
2 weeks later:
Maria’s stitches had been removed and she was able to stand on her own with the slight help of a walking stick or frame, however she was going to the opposite wing of the hospital and requested a wheelchair to get there.She had got a nurse to give her the room number and location for one Nicholas Wilde. It had taken her 15 minutes and 3 detours to find the room; however she knew exactly where it was, she just wished to waste time, she didn’t know what she was getting into and her nerves were on edge.
She got to the room and parked up her wheelchair at the front gently getting up and grabbing a walking stick. She opened the door and walked in, she didn’t know what she was going to do, she didn’t even know why she was going to see Nick. Before she even had Nick in view she could hear the beeping of machines and the sound of the oxygen machine dragging in air then pressing it into Nicks lunges.
She turned the corner and her paw began to shake, Nick lay in the bed, arms by his side, mid section wrapped in bandages that were slightly stained with blood and his mouth jammed with all sorts of tubes and wires and an IV dug in both his arms.
A doctor who stood above Nick looking at his machines and taking notes turned his attention when he heard the door open, he adjusted his glasses.
“May I help you?” asked the Hare
Maria shook her head, her eyes not leaving the still cold body of Nick and without a word she retreated from the room with shaky legs.
She was outside the door and fell against it, her ears drooping to the side “What have I done…” she whimpered before beginning the long arduous journey back to her room on the other side of the hospital, leaving the wheelchair behind, the image of Nick Wilde the only thing in her thoughts.
She was about at the end of the hall when the doctor ran from Nick’s room
“Miss!” He called, but Maria pretended not to hear and continued on her way.
“Miss!” he yelled again, still Maria refused to stop
Judy” he called out.
Maria stopped and a shiver shot up her spine; she turned and faked a smile.
“You are Judy, right?” asked the hare.
Maria thought hard “No I’m not” she thought, but intrigued as to why the doctor wanted to know she nodded
“Yes that’s right”.
“Wow, I heard the story, you’re the one he took the bullets for…” the doctor sighed and his eyes filled with reverence “He must really love you, even in his coma every now and again your name gets muttered”.
Maria’s words caught in her throat and with a simple nod she dismissed herself, leaving the doctor standing confused.
Maria walked all the way to the front of the hospital and when at the reception desk threw her arms over, “I wish to be discharged as soon as possible” she begged.
“Well we can’t just…” began the receptionist
“Now” snapped Maria interrupting her, her eyes like a mad woman “My husband is head of the ZPD as of now and I will be well looked after” she explained in desperation
The receptionist smile realising Her distress, “Who’s your doctor we will see what we can do”
Present day 2 days after waking:
Nick lay in his bed starring up at the ceiling, he had been awake for two days and had yet to get a clear answer from anyone about Judy, and had not seen anyone from the department, which hurt his feelings, he had left several messages on Judy’s phone and only got one reply.
“See you soon”
Which answered none of the million questions he had. He had also text Bogo to which he got no reply; Nick fearing perhaps he was also still in a coma.
Nick was doing “stretches” in his bed, which consisted of the nurse helping to move his arms, and legs to get muscle movement.
“Very good Nick, you’ve made a lot of progress in such a short time, now can you move your hand for me?”
Nick looked down at his hand with his eyes and shut them tightly, holding his breath tight and straining with all his might to make a fist. Several times he tried and then stopped panting, the machine helping him to breathe correctly.
The nurse could see the frustration on his face and simple shone him a encouraging smile “That’s Okay” comforted the nurse patting his cheek “All in good time”.
She replaced his IV bag before saying her goodbyes and heading to the next room, “I will see you the same time tomorrow Mr. Wilde” she stated as she left and Nick simply shined her a toothy grin, the only movement he could really do.
As the nurse opened the door Nick heard her talking to someone, “I think he’ll be happy to see you” he heard the nurse say. The other voice was also female and Nick could feel his tail underneath the sheets wishing desperately to wag in joy “JUDY!” he thought.
But the talking stopped and a Lynx walked inside.
“Fray?” stated Nick, confusion in his tone and although confused he was also just happy to see a familiar face.
“Hello Nicholas, how are you?” she quizzed sitting at the end of his bed. Nick didn’t reply he just look around sarcastically at the apparatus surrounding him then raised an eyebrow with a chuckle.
“I thought as much, sorry, just habit to ask” she admitted “How about your rehab?”
Nick rolled his eyes.
“Like that huh? That sucks”.
“houws evryon at da station?” Struggled Nick.
Frays eyes went hollow “I wouldn’t know Nick” she explained pulling one of his legs out from under the blanket and began massaging his paw, “I quiet…”
Nicks eyes opened wide “whry?”
Fray sighed and shut her eyes to stop the tears “Bogo didn’t survive Nick…”
The pit in Nicks stomach twisted in a tight knot, and he didn’t know what to say but if he could he would have wrap Fray in a hug, he knew that deep down she loved Bogo and felt responsible for his safety.
“You ruved him didn yu?” asked Nick through the tubes in his mouth, although he knew the answer.
Fray’s paws stopped massaging Nick’s foot and she nodded “Very much so and that’s why I quiet…nothing left for me at the ZPD, just sad memories… so now I’m going to open my own GP” she explained starting to massage his paw again.
Nick smiled as best he could “Maybre I can com and get treatment frwom yu” he chuckled.
“I would like to see you more Nick…Bogo had nothing but nice things to say about you all the time”.
Fray stopped massaging his foot again and moved her lips to his forehead kissing him; she then looked deep into his eyes “but GP’s can’t fix hearts Nick” she explained caressing his face in her paw.
Before Nick could even contemplate what that could mean Fray had gone, leaving him yet again alone.
2 days later:
Nick sat in his bed, he was now able to lift his head; barely, his paws however were still far from being able to be moved, he looked around as John, his new dedicated nurse, decorated his room with Christmas decorations and although they were nice, nothing could bring his spirits up, he was lonely, lonelier then when he was actually alone living under a bridge.
“Never thought that getting friends would make you feel more lonely” he chuckled to himself watching the news report of tundra town exploding snow all over Zootopia even over Sahara square, something that had not happened in 40 years.
“Have you heard from anyone at the ZPD?” he asked sadly, and a little reluctantly as it seemed the more he asked about them the less and less answers he would receive in response.
John, the snow leopard nurse, who Nick had found out, was going for his doctorate, turned to him “I haven’t heard anything, but I can find out for you?”
John was able to understand Nick’s muffles perfectly, even with a mouth full of tubes; as he had worked in a hospital for as long as he could remember.
Nick smiled “That would be great pal” he sighed, having been promised in those exact words previously by other doctors and nurses, but trusting his new found friendship would actually bring something to fruition .
“How’s it looking outside big guy?” asked Nick unable to see outside as John was in the way
John pulled the curtain a little with his finger; “Well, I think winter is coming” he explained scanning across the snow outside the window. “You have any plans?” asked John politely turning back to Nick while he tried to untangle some tinsel, the curtain falling back into place.
“Oh you know, thought I’d go for a run” Jested Nick, becoming quiet good friends with John
“God I hate tinsel…” he grumbled.
“It’s not all that bad” explained Nick trying not to laugh before he got another joke out “I would help …but my hands are a little stiff” he laughed.
John gave him a smile, that was followed by a disapproving look “Don’t do that Nick, you’ll be back to yourself soon… it’s only been 4 days”.
Nick shone a false grin, knowing full well what his body was going through, and the damage that the bullets had done to his innards.
“John…” began Nick.
“Yes Mr Wilde?”
“I know you’re not a fully fledge doctor yet, but what’s your prognosis, do you think I’ll ever be 100%?”
John who was hanging up mistletoe stopped frozen, he took a breath preparing to tell Nick the truth, the first person since he woke up to do so, When the door handle cranked, and opened.
“Thank god” thought John, saved by the door.
Nick and John looked on in anticipation, the first thing either saw was a giant bouquet of flowers then Fangmyer’s face poke through. He was dressed in his blue uniform; however his shirt had an orange high-Vis over it.
“FANGMYER!” cried Nick wishing he could jump up and run to hug him.
“NICK!” cried Fangmyer running over to the bed and reefing him up off the bed for a hug.
“Hey there big fella, gentle now” interrupted John worried he may hurt Nick.
Nick pressed his muzzle into Fangmyer, the only way he could hug him back, Fangmyer held him tight for only a few moment until he lay him back down on the bed .
“How you feeling asked Fangmyer” sitting with one leg crossed over the other on the edge of Nicks bed.
“Good, exhausted for someone who does nothing all day” Nick paused a moment and his eyes held hurt “What took you so long?” he asked gloomily.
Fangmyer grabbed the Hi-Vis vest flicking it at Nick “I’m on parking duty… well actually it’s kind of probation…” he confirmed, although he looked more mad then sad about it.
“What! What for?” asked Nick.
“I found something out…I couldn’t help myself…” snarled Fangmyer. “Anyway, long story short Jacks the new acting chief…”
“Yeah I heard” interrupted Nick rolling his eyes, his thoughts lingering on the late Bogo for only a moment before Fangmyer continued.
“…And he also has a black eye to go along with it” finished Fangmyer with a chuckle.
Nick hooted with laughter “Why’d you do that for?” asked Nick surprised that Fangmyer would break rank, and knowing how much it actually took to get Fangmyer angry.
There was a long silence and Fangmyer looked as though he swallowed razors.
“You… don’t …“he paused thinking of how to structure the next sentence. “She hasn’t come to see you yet, has she?” he scoffed in disbelief.
“Judy?” confirmed Nick
“Yeah ‘Judy’” confirmed Fangmyer, washing his tongue around like saying her name left a bad taste in his mouth.
“No, but I wish she would, I feel like I’ve done something wrong…”
Fangmyer grabbed each of Nicks shoulder in his giant paw “You have done nothing wrong Nicholas Wilde, you are a true hero of the ZPD, you should have been the one to take Bogo’s place”.
“Pfft, no way, just a sly fox remember?”
Fangmyer smiled and gave a fake chuckle, and his pager went off, Fangmyer sighed “Duty calls… 100 tickets…” he explained.
“You’ll come back wont you?” asked Nick.
Fangmyer scruffed the hair in-between his ears “Mate, I’ve put in a transfer to be your personal trainer for Rehab!”
Nick grinned from ear to ear “That’s the best news I’ve heard since waking up!”
Fangmyer gave him a smirk “Don’t think its gunna be fun, I’ll have you walking in no time” he chortled.
Nick sighed long and hard laughing out his nose, “I look forward to it!”
“If I don’t see you Merry Christmas Nicky”
“Merry Christmas Fangmyer”
Fangmyer left the room and John followed close behind him.
“Excuse me sir” called out John.
Fangmyer turned with a welcoming smile.
“Sir, I’m John, I’m Nicks nurse…”
“Nice to meet you, Fangmyer” greeted Fangmyer holding out his paw John shook his paw and continued
“Sir, there is a very real chance that Nick may never walk again; I’m not saying it’s impossible, but it’s not going to be easy”.
“Nothing worthwhile is easy, but Nick is worth my while, I’m not giving up on him, I’m not going to be like them”.
John had a very good feeling deep in his gut, this is the kind of person Nick needed, he reach his paw out once again “I hope to see more of you Fangmyer, Nick really could use someone like you around”.
“I’ll be here, please look after him”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” replied John a little confused by the concerning glare that hid behind Fangmyer smile as they shook hands.
“I now know the kind of Mammals Nick let’s get close to him, I’m just hoping you’re not one of them”
Fangmyer’s Pager went off, he let go of John’s hand to silence its rhythmic beeping before leaving without another word.
2 weeks later:
John gently held a paw on Nick’s chest while the other slowly pulled the tubes one after another from Nick’s throat, he gagged several times and strings of saliva mixed with blood came out with them.
“Easy buddy easy, just let it go, don’t tense up” explained John as he continued his extraction.
After a few minutes the end of the tube came out and Nick took in a deep breath, coughing in fits as his lungs adjusted to working on their own.
John quickly placed a mask over Nicks muzzle and mouth and Nick breathed in, the pure oxygen from the canister making it easier for his lungs to operate.
“Thanks, big guy” chuckled Nick through the mask, tapping Johns arm in relief, although he was in obvious discomfort and it took him great effort to simply move his hands at all.
“Well done Nicky, you took that like a champion” complimented John as he gently bagged and binned the used-up tube.
“I’ve been shot three times, that was nothing” chuckled Nick taking a deep breath as speaking seemed to wind him.
Nick lay in his bed starring out the window the sun cut through the curtains and onto his eyes making them shine a vivid green.
The door opened and in came John with a tray full of food “Hey John” smiled Nick without moving his sight from the window.
“Good Morning Nick, Merry Christmas eve!” he chortled with glee John placed the tray on Nicks lap and turned to grab a chair, ready to help feed him as he did every day, but as he grabbed the chair and turned back; Nick was sitting up cutting his food and eating like normal.
John was shocked stiff for a moment before Nick turned with a grin and a fork full of food “It is a very Merry Christmas eve! Want a bite?”
“By God Nick your, your!!!” exploded John lost for words
“Not a completely useless mammal?” finished Nick shoving the food in his mouth.
“Eating, moving, all on your own” he corrected ecstatically.
John sat on the edge of the bed and raised his paw in a high five position and after a moment of struggling to raise his paw that high, Nick slapped his paw against Johns.
“Well done Nick”.
“Thanks, but that’s the easy part…. I still can’t move or feel my paws” he explained looking down the blankets to his feet.
John looked down also before he looked back up at Nick and flicked his wrist “Ah, don’t sweat it, Fangmyer will fix that!”
Nick feigned an enthusiastic smile “Yeah…of coarse…” his sentence trailing off as he shoved pancake into his gob.
There was silence when Nick finished swallowing and piped up “John… have you heard from Judy?” he asked his fork prepared with another bite of food, millimetres from his mouth.
John sighed, he hated being the bearer of bad news.
“No Nick, nothing”.
Nick shovelled the food in his gob “You’d think that if someone took a bullet or three for you, you could at least make the effort to see them” grumbled Nick with a mouth full of pancake.
“I’ll get them to contact her again” promised John, “I better get back to my rounds, I’m so happy you can use your paws Nick” John walked over to the table and threw a remote across the room onto Nick bed.
“Now you can actually watch what you want and not what I choose” chuckled John walking out of the room.
Nick smiled pointing the remote at the television with one paw while the other put food in his mouth.
“No” he grumbled with a mouth full of food unimpressed by the channel “No…no…no. ah now here some hard-hitting TV”.
A crime show played on the TV and Nick sat mesmerised eating his food trying to guess who the bad guy was before the end of the episode.
He chose it was the badger and by the end of the episode, he was correct.
“Tsk, still got it” he spoke smugly aloud to himself, before stretching his paw above his head and leaning back to sleep some more.
Nick awoke the next morning, the creaking of his room door, starling him to life, he stretched his arms above his head.
“Morning John! What’s for breakfast today?” he asked through a yawn and closed eyes.
There was no answer and Nicks eyes opened to be greeted with a set of violet eyes, heavens eyes, Judy’s eyes. Nicks legs, that he couldn’t even feel, went weak and he felt air catch in his throat, but it had nothing to do with the fact he only had one and a half lungs.
“Judy…” he sighed lovingly tiling his head to take in her picturesque beauty. All anger about her not visiting sooner was run from his mind, when he saw her.
She was in her work uniform and she had yet to say anything.
“New boss got you working too much, like Fangmyer?” Jested Nick.
His joke feel flat as Jack walked in behind her gently taking her paw in his, squeezing it to give her strength, her eyes looking back at him for only a second before returning to Nick.
Nick chuckled nervously “Hey, mind letting my girl go slick? I thought we had already been through this?” Joked Nick; however, there was a tinge of jealous seriousness in his sentence.
Maria turned back to Jack and put her ear right to his ear “How do I do this?” she asked her paw suddenly shaking in Jacks grasp and her voice almost cracking.
Jack sighed, his eyes holding Nicks seriously “As best as you can” he explained to Maria but his attention was on Nick.
“Hey come on guys, that’s seriously enough, if this is a joke you have me, I’m jealous okay?” he admitted raising his paws above his head in joke submission, however they didn’t remove their paws from one another and neither face held any form of jest.
Nicks hands slowly dropped into his lap and he was beginning to feel embarrassed as if there was something he was missing.
“Judy what’s wrong?” asked Nick with a cock of his head.
Maria sat with her mouth open but no words were coming out.
Jack waited and waited, but neither spoke and so he took a step forward “Maria” he corrected, “Her name is Maria”
Nick looked to Jack as if he was on crazy pills “What the hell are you talking about Savage?”
“My name is Maria” intervened ‘Judy’ standing forward, her voice however was almost a whisper.
“What?” Asked Nick still confused
“I said my names Maria” repeated ‘Judy’ a little louder.
“What…what are you guys?” before Nick could finish; Judy placed a rather hefty folder on his bed retreating quickly as if Nick’s bed was poisonous and she couldn’t be close to it.
He stopped his sentence struggling to lean forward and pick up the file packed folder, he finally got it in his grasp and flicked it open.
Silence lingered like it always did before tragedy, like before a shooting at a hostage situation or the moments before a bomb went off.
Nick looked up from the folder “What is this?” asked Nick, his voice straining. He asked, but he knew what a case file was.
“A case file” explained Maria looking to the cold tiles, Tyrone Wilde’s case file, and everything to go along with it”.
“But, but, but it says here “Alias: Judith Laverne Hopps”” read Nick out loud following the sentence with his paw across the paper.
“I don’t understand?” repeated Nick, his eyes pleading for a simple straight answer.
Jack pinched the bridge of his nose “There is no Judy Hopps” he explained bluntly.
Nick went back to reading the file, “It says your name is Maria….” He paused and choked “Maria Savage…”
Maria didn’t reply she just nodded her body shaken with fear and disgust. Nick saw the shiny band wrapped around her wedding finger and saw an identical one on Jacks paw, Nick lost his words and he looked around the room piecing it together slowly but surely, but the more he pieced it together the more his world fell apart.
“Who are you?” he finally asked
“An agent” she answered briefly “And Jacks wife”.
“I don’t get….”
“It was all fake” shouted Maria interrupting him with a moment of bravery, Nick’s innocent, stupidity making her feel so low, that her only defence was to lose her temper.
Nick swallowed hard, the small swallow, feeling as though he had a grapefruit slide down his throat.
“How much of it was fake?” asked Nick, his eyes half scrutinising, half trying to comprehend the words that came from Judy’s mouth, his ears unbelieving of the truth.
“Everything” she replied as sternly as her heart would allow.
“But what about you parents?” quizzed Nick
“They are my actual parent” confirmed Judy “They were in on everything, they knew about me and Jack and you”.
Nick thought about all the time he had been over for supper, and how they just played along, happy family, smiling right to his face.
“Did Bogo know?” quizzed Nick, stopping to think that perhaps not knowing would be better.
“He had no idea…” confirmed Maria
“It was all a set up, me meeting you in the ice cream parlour that first day was no accident… the missing mammal case was used to strengthen our…connection” she admitted.
Nick thought for only a moment before he shook his head side to side “I’m so stupid…” he admitted “It was all too perfect” he whispered thinking back on when they met, the speed at which Judy came back for him when they had their falling out and she had cried under the bridge, all the mission they had been on, the ease at which he had passed the academy of cadets and so perfectly got accepted into ZPD’s city centre precinct.
Every moment every subtle clue, every single second together flashed through his thoughts, everything was a set up, and as a con artist; in hindsight, Nick could see the set up perfectly.
“He will be at this ice cream parlour at this time with a fox named Finnick, doing a very dull hustle that he thinks is so clever, we have told the owner about his hustle, when he begins you must intervene.” Confirmed Dangar, unimpressed, pointing to the folder her had just handed Maria.
“Got it, how do I get his trust though?”
“This should work, but if not; by any means necessary, it probably won’t be easy being you’re the polar opposite of species, but I’m sure you will find a way, meanwhile Jack and I will be busy digging for clues ourselves”.
“We do have that missing mammals deal going on… perhaps we could use that as a catalyst to build trust with the fox, we would be able to kill two birds with one stone” affirmed Jack.
“Done. Get to it Hopps”.
Nick gently rubbed his paw over his throat, then the bullet wound on his chest then stopped remembering Judy’s touch on his skin.
“But… we made…” Nick looked at Jack a little embarrassed “We made love…” smiled Nick with a toothy, innocent grin remembering the night they spent intertwined in passionate love.
“We made a mistake” explained Judy interrupting his blissful thought, the smile running from Nicks face. Marias face as cold as granite.
“It was a falter in my self control as an undercover agent” she explained gently reaching back for Jacks paw, again squeezing it tight; then returning her attention to Nick
Nicks eyes widened and hurt ripped across his face, it was as if death itself pushed its cold paw through Nick’s chest and strangled his heart.
“No… that can’t be” whimpered Nick, his lip quivering as tears gently rolled down his cheeks, “Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny remember” pressed Nick pleading with his eyes for his Judy to remember.
“I don’t have amnesia Nick” she confirmed “I remember it all, but I also remember” ‘Judy’s’ false anger broken and she began crying also, turning to Jack “A loving husband who waited 10 years for me to come back…” she choked up looking at Jack who shot her a smile back, his eyes on the verge of tears also. “Maria Savage” she spoke out loud, confirming who she was proudly.
“And you are Nick Wilde… Just a fox” she added coldly, trying her best to convince herself that her heart wasn’t also being impaled.
“Just a fox” agreed Nick, his voice coming out as a squeak, sounding as though he had just got uppercut in the guts. “Was I just a job to you?” he added on in a choke.
They starred longingly at one another and Maria felt sick in the stomach, she felt sick at herself.
“I’m so sorry Nick” she sobbed while nodding and covering her mouth with her paw the look of defeat and complete obliteration in Nicks kind and innocent green eyes burnt her to the core. The green eyes of a fox who would literally have died for her.
Nick went to respond when Maria excused herself, running from the room. The heartbreak in Nick’s eyes and the defeat of his soul making it unbearable for her to speak.
Nick watched as Judy ran away, his ears fell over his head, in that moment Nick would rather be beat down by Jack a million times and muzzled a million more, he wished he could call out the words that would bring Judy back, but there was no Judy, just a lie, just a target, a mark nothing more than a job and acting rolled into one.
Jack came forward as Nick lay almost catatonically, starring into a void, if ten years were wasted between Jack and Judy, what did Nick’s time account for, what did his love count for?
“All this time… all this time… I thought I was a hustler and a swindler, the con artist, but I really am just a dumb fox…”
There was a long moment of silence, so tense you could feel it eat at the flesh like acid.
Jack stood for a moment, looking behind his own eyes to find the right words; he chuckled raising his paws in boxing position and tapping his face gently “Here you can have a free shot if you like? Won’t even fight back, you can even out Fangmyer’s handy work” he offered, in a semi playful way; confused as to what to do.
Nick reached his paw out shakily and gently grabbed Jacks paws lowering them. Jack could see the look in Nicks eyes, a look he had never seen in his entire life, he had told people about dying family members, he had been to car wrecks and seen the bodies and families of such, but the look Nick held laid waste to those looks, this was no longer a mammal, this was a hollow prison for the consciousness of one Nicholas Wilde.
“Jack” choked Nick “I don’t want to hit you” his voice was coarse and straining as he held back a wave of emotion so mighty that if it were water and broke free, Zootopia would be called Atlantis.
Nick opened his mouth to speak, but choked up bad and a mere foxy whimper and whine was all that all escaped, he sniffed several times trying to stop himself crying. Jack was embarrassed for him and turned away to try and make it easier.
“I, uh, better go check on Judy” explained Jack pointing over his shoulder and leaving Nick alone in his hospital bed.
“You mean Maria…”
Jack stopped mid stride but did not look back to Nick “yes….yes I mean Maria”.
Nick sat in silence for a moment, and when he knew he was alone and neither would be back he cried like he never cried before, the crying of being muzzled was nothing.
“Nev…neevvv….nevver let them see…they…They get to you” he coughed out as he felt he was strangling through his emotional destruction. “Never let them see that they get to you”, “never let them see they get to you”, “never let them see they get to you” he repeated his mantra over and over, trying to convince himself.
A kiss brushed on nicks lips
“Stop!” he cried
A soft paw lay gently on his, high in a sky tram.
Waking up after his night with Judy and fuzzy feeling all over his body
“Stop, for god sake, stop” he cried begging his mind to stop.
The dream of Judy as his wife, all the reassurance she gave him whispered endlessly into his ear
“Just stop” his voice murmured defeated his body shook and he felt a vile urge to be sick travel up his throat, he felt like a crisp shell burning from a heat that didn’t exist.
Jack stopped on the other side of the door as he shut it behind him; his paw lingering on the handle, Fangmyer was sitting on a row of seats, starring at him from adjacent the door.
There was silence before Nick screamed at the top of his lungs unable to get the pain out of his body any other way. He shook his bed and scratched and clawed at the lightly laid sheets.
Fangmyer sat in a chair just outside Nicks room, the sound of his friend crying out making Fangmyer wince, his eyes wet with tears, he knew the pain all too well, he knew devastation, he shook his head at Jack disgusted to even look at him.
Jack straightened his jacket, nodded, agreeing that he was a disgrace before walking off down the hall.
Nick stopped his screaming for a moment, and his thoughts went to every love movie him and Judy ever watched together.
“No, this can’t be, I gotta chase her, I gotta get her, my dumb Bunny” he explained rocking to and fro until his bed fell over on the side and he hit the floor with a crash, biting his tongue a little as he hit the cold tiles.
The machines attached to Nick beeped frantically and the floor became slick with the liquid from his IV spilling everywhere.
He dragged himself across the cold tiles; one arm painfully over the other, he got to the door enduring all sorts of pain to reef himself high enough to reach the handle, he opened it.
Fangmyer turned seeing Nick on the ground. He ran down dropping to his level to help him, when Nick pushed him back
“Nick let me help you!” cried Fangmyer confused as to why Nick had pushed aside his assistance
Nick only hissed one sentence “You knew…”
Fangmyer stood up straight, all thought and emotion ran from his body, and Nicks eyes pierced deep into him, a look of betrayal.
Nick didn’t stop to hear it, he sniffed at the floor still dragging himself, he followed Judy’s scent like a hound. Doctors and nurses looking down on him with concern and confusion as he passed them, however he pushed away anyone who went to help.
He knew if he didn’t hurry he would miss her and so headed for the wall and used it to drag himself quicker, he then threw himself on a wheelchair and with as much strength as he could muster and began after Judy.
He finally came out into the waiting room and saw her at the other end, just about to walk out the exit.
“JU-“he began, she turned and from over her shoulder he saw it, Nicks jaw dropped and his heart emptied in his chest, the world moved in slow motion.
The cub starred deep into Nicks eyes, the moment felt like it had lasted a lifetime. But as quick as their eyes locked Jack had thrown his coat over Judy leading her outside, Judy and the Kit looking longingly back at Nick as Jack walked them out.
“My…My… kit…” Nicks breath shortened as his lungs pushed out the last of whatever energy and air they had and his eyes went dark, the world spun around him and he blacked out, the last image he saw was the kit reach her tiny arms back for him and the nurses and doctors in the area running to Nicks aid.
New Year’s Day:
Nick sat in his wheelchair, a catatonic stare that had not left is face since he awoke. Finnick sat on the chair opposite him his eyes were bloodshot behind his glasses and his ears drooped heavily over his head he had re read the paperwork in front of him several hundred times scrutinising with all his power to find a loop, only to come up short each and every time.
“Nick… I can’t get around this…” explained Finnick laying the paper down on the table and leaning back, throwing his arm over the spine of the chair he sat in and throwing his glasses off, they slid across the table before coming to a halt.
“That’s…my…kit….” replied Nick his eyes still starring into space.
“I know buddy, but whoever Jack and… Maria” he said her name with grotesque hatred and confusion “Whoever they work for has made this waterproof in court… and I know their lawyer, Nick he shits all over me…”
“I… don’t…care” said Nick in monotone.
Finnick went to reply when the door opened “You’re up” said the court attendant in a nasally voice.
Finnick sighed picking up his glasses and hanging them on his suit jacket pocket following Nick into the court room.
Nick wheeled his way into the room Finnick walking beside him each step of the way, Nick’s attention was taken when he saw his kit and while not watching his wheelchair got caught on one of the legs of a table, Nick and Finnick stopped both fiddling to free it.
Chuckles echoed the halls as the audience of the court watch Nick and Finnick struggle with the chair
“Order” blared the Judge.
Maria went to get up and walk over to help but as she went to stand Jack lay her paw on her lap, looked her dead in the eye and shook his head and Maria submitted sitting back down looking into her lap as she couldn’t stand to see Nick struggle.
Nick’s wheel finally came free and with grace he wheeled himself to the front of the court, ignoring the chuckles and jokes he could hear, Finnick standing beside him.
“All rise” ordered the Judge.
Everyone in the court room stood and more snickers could be heard through the audience of the court as Nick stayed sitting, obviously unable to stand.
Nick heard all the jokes they made and simply ignored it, his whole attention was focused only on one thing, convincing this court.
“Let’s begin” stated the judge sitting, everyone else following suite.
“State you name” ordered the Judge, a black bear who seemed truly unimpressed with life in general, or maybe just his job.
“Nick Piberius Wilde”.
“Your whole name sir” ordered the judge with a roll of his eyes.
Nick sighed but took a breath and continued “Nicholas Piberius Wilde”.
“Alright, proceed” stated the judge leaning over his counter to show he was listening.
On the other side of the court room sat Jack and Judy with Nicks kits playing in Jacks lap.
“Your Honour, that there” explained Nick pointing his paw “Is my kit, my cub”.
The Judge Nodded “Yes I’m aware, I can see the resemblance”.
“I am her biological father, the court orders issued to me, as lodged by Mr and Ms Savage, I can’t” he scoffed as if the order was a joke “I simply can’t agree to these terms” he explained holding up the paper scrunched up in his paw as if the paperwork was pure garbage.
“Mr Wilde, you don’t have a choice” explained the bear “These documents have been looked over with a fine tooth comb, they’re the directions that have been implemented”
“But your honour I don’t understand where this conclusion was made” explained Nick.
“It’s simple” shrugged the Judge, but stopped without continuing
“Do explain?” countered Nick “As I’m a little lost as to why my daughter is being kept form me”
“Do you really wish to go through this Mr Wilde” cautioned the Judge Nick simply remained silent a symbol to proceed.
The bear sighed “Alright, you have never held a full-time job”.
“I worked for the ZPD” corrected Nick.
“This was not a job as stated by the new head of the ZPD you were only employed to help with an undercover case, and that most of the police courses you had passed were done so with the knowledge and help of the ZPD”
“Then they owe me the compensation”
“You were compensated, and that has nothing to do with this court hearing Nicholas Wilde”.
Nick fought through his entire armoury looking for something “I…”
“Your honour, he is disabled from the legs down, he can’t look after his daughter full time, she is with a respectable and loving family, two high tier ZPD officers, and that is how it needs to stay for the welfare of the child” interjected Marias and Jacks lawyer. “I mean do you even have a place at the moment?” continued the lawyer aiming his words at Nick.
Judy looked away she couldn’t do this, she couldn’t watch Nick picked apart and made a joke of in front of an entire court.
“Your honour, badgering my witness” snarled Finnick, helping where he could.
The Judge waved his hand to Jack and Marias lawyer a warning to cease, before turning his gaze to Nick “Do you have a place Mr Wilde?” asked the Judge remorsefully.
Nick sighed and he was on the verge of tears.
“Mr Wilde?” repeated the Judge. “No…” “and no job?” “no…” “and you can’t walk…” Nick took a deep breath that caught in his throat and came in jumpy as he fought the need to cry “No…”
Finnick gently placed his paw on Nicks arms seeing him breaking all over. “Then I have no choice but to uphold the…”
“But I have a heart” interrupted Nick, his voice strong and honest, much like the time he had stood up to Bogo for Judy, “and I would give her relentless love, I would never lie to her, or pretend to be someone I’m not, I would make sure she was never bashed or hurt, I would protect her… I would do everything to show her how to be a market citizen”
“You’re a con artist” snarled Marias lawyer cruelly, “A fox”
“No slander in my court” intervened the Judge.
Nick turned to the lawyer with a vicious snarl ripening across his jaws “and what is she?” asked Nick rhetorically pointing to the cub in Jacks lap “She isn’t a rabbit” he explained to their lawyer, “She isn’t a rabbit is she” snapped Nick louder, looking over the lawyers shoulder, his attack now aimed at Jack.
Jack took a deep breath but didn’t look over to him. The cub was sitting up with a paw wrapped around each of Jacks forefingers using him to help her balance.
“That’s enough Mr Wilde” interrupted the judge grabbing his attention. “I’m sure you have a brilliant heart…” he agreed, but you only have half a lung and half a body, perhaps this order may be reviewed at a future time, when your more capable of being a guardian”
Nick went to protest and the Judge simply spoke over him.
“But as of now the court order stands, Nicholas Wilde, you will see your daughter every second weekend, at the discretion and under the supervision of Maria or Jack Savage”
Nick went to argue when the Judge brought down the hammer, the banging sound shattering Nicks soul.
Everyone stood and shuffled to leave the court, Maria looking back for only a second across the sea of animals, to see Nick hadn’t moved from his table at the front he sat with his eyes poised on one position in the room, his mouth hung open with a slight snivel escaping him.
Nick stayed stuck to his seat and when the place was empty excluding himself and Finnick Nick dropped his face onto the table into his folder arms crying like a baby, Finnick gently rubbed his back apologising over and over.
1 week later:
Nick lay in his bed waiting for Fangmyer, who had gotten the transfer to be Nick rehab assistant.
Nick hadn’t seen Fangmyer since the day he chased after Judy, he had no idea how their interactions would be, and although Nick was mad about the whole ordeal, he understood that even if Fangmyer had been the one to tell him, it wouldn’t have helped.
Nick had not spoken a word since the court hearing, not to John, he had ignored Finnick’s calls and simply wanted to get out of the hospital and away from everything that had a heartbeat as he seemed unable to connect with them as he was sure, he no longer had a heart.
The clock hit twelve and the door hand cranked opening, Fangmyer walked in, he sported a tank top and short pants and had a towel over his shoulders as though he was about to go to the gym.
He seemed ready for a good day’s work and without a word he ran over reefing Nick up into a hug.
“I’m sorry” he whispered in Nicks ear “I should have told you”.
Nick shrugged and nodded.
“I heard about the court …”
Nick placed his forefinger up and shut his eyes tight shaking his head rapidly, interrupting Fangmyer before he could finish and Fangmyer knew it meant not to even mention it. The very uttering of that debacle felt like a cold razor on Nicks open nerve.
Fangmyer tapped his shoulder twice and realising Nick was not in a talkative mood went and grabbed Wheelchair.
Nick and Fangmyer were meant to do an hour today, but Nick pushed on to two hours.
When Fangmyer had said “alright, that’s enough”, Nick continued to try and stand and walk, with or without Fangmyer’s help.
Nick used the parallel bars over and over determined to get his legs back so that he could walk far, far away.
Fangmyer showed up at 12 on the dot as he did the day before and like the day before Nick pushed his one hour session into a two-hour session.
For the rest of the week whatever Fangmyer had planned, Nick had doubled it, pushing through all sorts of pain, sweat and inner torment.
6 days later:
Nick knew Fangmyer wouldn’t be in today, it had been two weeks since the court trial and was the first weekend he was able to see his kit, he had combed his fur and wheeled around on his chair all day to clean his room, even going down to the vending machine to grab a snack for his daughter, but while at the vending machine it hit him that he didn’t even know what his daughter liked or disliked, or even if she could eat solid food, in fact, he was completely clueless, he had not even been told a name yet and so wheeled himself back to his room his paw with a subtle shake the entire time.
He sat on his bed anxiously clawing at the bed, both because he was about to hold his daughter for the first time and because the entire time he would have to be in the company of Maria and Jack.
The clock on the wall read 8:37am, and really the courts hadn’t exactly told Nick a time that they must show up by and so he waited on his bed.
The clock read 10:30 am and still no one showed, however his anxiety had yet to cease.
John came in at twelve with Nicks lunch and left it on the table next to his bed taking away his last meal, that had barely been touched.
“Hey Nick, how you doing buddy?” tried John,
Nick simply ignored his greeting lost in his demented crumbling mind.
“I heard your seeing your daughter today?” tried John again.
Nick looked up irritated and wishing to be left alone he faked an enthusiastic smile and nodded.
“Well I hope it goes well for you mate” finished John, seeing the fake in Nicks response and feeling a little helpless to console him.
3:30pm and Jack walked in, Nick turned his attention almost instantly. However, he was alone. Nick gave him a confused and angry glare.
“Sorry Nick, Maria went bunny burrow earlier with the baby and when she went to return the train broke down. Maybe next time” promised Jack.
Nick ground his teeth realising there was nothing he could really and just nodded, turning and tucking himself into bed.
Jack excusing himself, shutting the door behind him.
Nick hugged his pillow and bit into the bed sheet, and lay silently crying.
The next week went much like the last, except Fangmyer had pushed Nick from 1 hour of training to 3 and as the previous weeks Nick doubled it turning his three-hour sessions into six hours, growling at anyone who came close to the parallel bars that he used extensively.
He ate the dust more times than anyone could count and each time he would, he would drag his ass back to the start of the parallel bars and with or without Fangmyer’s help he would repeat the whole thing over and over.
Each day by the end of the day, Nicks fur was dripping with sweat and every bone and muscle in his body ached, and he liked it that way, pain had become his only ally in the world and he clung to it like glue and the more his brain focused on his physical pain, the less it focused on the imaginary utopia “Judith Hopps” had tricked him into believing the world was.
Many times, through his arduous training his mind stopped to think of his father,
“I’m here to save you Nickie” Tyrone had explained
Nick now realised his father knew the truth, that he knew about Jack and Maria and that even if it killed him he was willing to come out of hiding for the betterment of his son.
The second week ended and Nick sat on his bed fur combed to the side, room cleaned. By 2:00pm he hadn’t heard anything and so reluctantly text Maria, who in his contacts was still under Judy.
“What time can I expect you?” text Nick
The message came back almost instantly
“Problems today, Next time” is all he got.
He growled and threw his phone across the room with such force that it shattered to pieces against the wall.
The next day:
Fangmyer walked into the hospital waving at passers-by as everyone had come to know who he was, he got to Nicks room and cracked open the door.
“Morning Nick” he greeted, knowing he wouldn’t get a response.
However, the room Fangmyer entered was empty, Fangmyer went to the front desk.
“Excuse me” he began “Do you know where Nicholas Wilde is?” he asked the receptionist.
The receptionist held a concerned look “He should be in his room, officer” she replied, smashing at her keyboard.
John who had walked by heard them talking and stopped “He said he was heading to the roof for some fresh air before training” explained John.
Fangmyer’s gut dropped, “Where’s the closest elevator?” he barked at the receptionist.
The receptionist pointed down the hall and Fangmyer sprinted in a state of panic. John who stood confused for only a moment before continuing his rounds.
“No Nicky, god not this!” he cried to himself, scared that Nick had finally snapped and headed to the roof to finish what Maria and Jack had started, the killing of one Nicholas Wilde.
However, on his way to the elevator he ran past the fitness room and just happened to catch a red blur in his peripherals, he stopped and sighed a breath of relief, then a smile ripened across Fangmyer’s face, Nick was standing in the fitness studio, alone away from the bars and without any assistance. His legs were shaking but by god was he standing. Nick had heard the heavy footprints and looked up to see Fangmyer on the other side of the glass.
Fangmyer shone him a smile and thumbs up.
Nick went to take a step but simply collapsed to the floor his shaky legs giving out on him. Fangmyer racing to get inside and help him.
For the next week, Nick stood out of his bed for most the day trying to strengthen the unused muscles and joint in his legs sitting down for only 10 minutes at a time to rest before again standing, he hadn’t dared to take a step since his fall in the studio, but standing was becoming boring and so took a step only to fall flat.
The next day Nick awoke late as he had stayed up most of the night watching TV, it was 10:00 am when he woke and there was a gift-wrapped box at the end of his bed it was a rectangle about the length of Nicks leg and very thin. After stretching a moment, he leaned down the length of his body clawing the box up to him. He pulled away the wrapping paper and opened the box inside, there was paper stuffed in the box and a note atop the paper.
You have come far in your training and Jack has re-allocated me back to parking duty, I think he must still be mad about the punch to the face, he had told everyone about the undercover O.P at a ZPD meeting, with a high up delegate named Dangar, some head honcho or rather.
Apparently, Maria faked her death after an incident involving your father and several other officers many years ago, and this Dangar guy had set up an extremely secretive undercover O.P. to catch him, that involved only the knowledge of Jack, Dangar and Maria, even higher ups were kept out of the loop. Although the bastards are being hailed as hero’s now. They think that measly compensation package they gave you makes up for the pain they have caused.
I must apologise, I should have told you, but, how could I? the last thing I; as a friend, ever wanted to do was put you in pain, but I see by not telling you, that I have caused pain regardless. I hope you can forgive me. Anyway, I hope this helps you get back on your feet. Your shout for coffee next time?
Love, your buddy Fangmyer”
Nick put the card down beside him on the bed and began to tear away the stuffing from the box, inside at the bottom of the box sat a very expensive wooden cane, he picked it up and examined it, the materials were fine and the craftsmanship was second to none.
He raised his eyebrows impressed and pulled his legs from the bed, he stood and used the cane to balance himself. He turned making his bed as best he could and then put one leg in front of the other, he stumbled the first two or three steps but then got the hang of it taking his time to walk to the front desk.
Nick was covered in sweat when he got to the front desk and fell onto it for support, placing his cane on the bench and starring at the receptionist placing down his I.D
“I wish to be discharged”.
The nurse gave Nick a form which he filled out from top to bottom, leaving the bottom line blank, where it said “Doctors signature.”
The nurse read the paper then wince “Sorry sir I can’t discharge you without a doctor’s signature”
John walked over from a seemingly angel like void and smiled putting his paw out for the clipboard, the nurse hesitantly handed it to him, he pulled a pen from his jacket pocket waving it over the paper and handing it back with a Signature “Doctors signature: John Snow” read the paperwork.
Nick looked to the clipboard shocked then to John, who flashed his knew I.D card, his doctors I.D card.
Nick smiled and pulled his cane from the bench shuffling over and wrapping his arms around John.
“Thank you” murmured Nick, the first words to leave his mouth since the court hearing.
“Please don’t be a stranger”.
It was 12 O clock and Nick was out the front of Jacks monolith apartment, knowing fair well that Maria had moved in with him.
He sat across the road on a park bench waiting to spot them, he was waiting almost an hour in the tundra town breeze when he saw, Jack and Maria approaching, both holding armfuls of presents with Nicks daughter following behind them playing in the snow.
Jack and Judy were both in thick coats with scarves on and Nicks daughter had cute bunny earmuff on that contrasted her brilliant red fur.
Nick got up with a smile, he took his first steps across the road he was going to intercept them at the door, he needed to meet his Kit she was so big now, but as he was halfway waddling across the street.
He heard the words
“Daddy wait” She giggled “Daddy wait for me!” cried Nicks daughter, however her words were not aimed at Nick, they were aimed at Jack who turned to her with a brilliant smile and laugh as she reached out for him as if asking him to carry her.
The tundra town breeze that only moment before felt inviting and kind, now held an icy touch to it and Nick swallowed his heart once more trying to growl angrily to stop the whimpering quiver of his lip, it was as if each time he ran into this set of rabbits he had to feel his world fall apart in some way or another.
Nicks eyes moistened and the cold wind made the tears burn his eyes, he wiped them quickly on his forearm, sniffling before he turned and shuffled off as fast as he could into the snow storm that blew.
“She’s happy, she’s better off without you complicating things, cripple” snarled Nicks thoughts.
Maria was about to go inside when she felt something, eyes on her, she was about to enter the foyer of the apartment but stopped, the door shutting in front of her and she could have sworn she saw a fox in the reflection on the glass door, walking off into the snow, the last sight she saw when she turned however was a fuzzy red tail vanishing into the mist.
“Nick…” she sighed; frozen stiff in the cold blizzard of Tundra town.
I’ve always loved the concept of a darker and more brutal nogitsune!Stiles, the kind where even the Nogitsune could not stop Stiles own emotions from showing as a response to all the violence and brutality the demon has caused around him and even to his own body.
I drew a Quisum today for sledgehammersong because how could I not? She’s saying hi to a momentarily startled Shirk, whose feathers seem to have gotten even more silly.
Second, a little doodle of rowkey‘s adorable character that I found again recently! I decided she should join this doodly little crowd of other peoples’ headchildren. :D
Lastly, the halfcanter I named Feldspar being a total goof. I’m not sure if that’s how halfcanter teeth are, so I hope I’m not too far off the mark! The play pose was too fun to resist. Halfcanters belong to @nhyworks!