A/N: THIS STORY IS DEAD. I’ve been too busy for updating and crap. I’m done with this story, and probably fanfiction. If I feel like it I might write a crappy OneShot, but probably not.

Anyway here is what I started of the chapter, it’s not finished, but you may read what I had.

=_Chapter 11_=

Falco pushed his way through all of the other fire fighters, trying desperately to keep up with Fox. “Fox!” He called, “Fox, wait!”

Fox stopped a few feet from the burning entrance of the building. Falco was by his side the very next second. Fox turned to him. “H-How did you…?”

Falco shook his head. “The only thing I’m sure of right now is that we need to get them out.”

“Hey! What do you two think you’re doing?” A fireman yelled as he ran up to them. “You can’t be here! Did you not notice that a building exploded? You need to-”

Falco grabbed him by the collar of his jacket. “Do NOT tell me what I need to do,” he shouted, “I have just spent months in a fucking brain-dead coma while the people I hate are flying around with the general and the only people that I care about couldn’t do a damn thing about it because I had been too stupid to take care of myself. Well now two of those people are inside of that building and if you don’t get us inside right now then we’ll get in ourselves.”

“I’m not going to let civilians inside a burning building!” He yelled, yanking his jacket from Falco’s grip. “Who do you think you guys are?”

Fox pulled Falco aside. “They’re not going to escort us.” He turned to the fireman. “What can we do to help?”

He shook his head. “It’ll be fine. It’s raining hard enough that the fire won’t spread. Luckily someone working in the building anticipated the bomb. Hopefully they evicted everyone before the explosion. All we have to go is put out the fire.”

“Where is everyone?” Fox asked. The fireman pointed to a large group of people gathered near the paramedics. Fox and Falco made their way through the crowd. Falco stopped him.

“Fox look,” he said, pointing to someone talking to an officer. “Isn’t that Lucy?”

“Lucy!” Fox called as the two came over to her. “Lucy, what happened.”

Lucy turned away from the officer. “Fox! Thank God you’re here,” she said, “Peppy and Katt didn’t exit the building with the rest of us.”

“How did you know the building was going to explode?” Falco asked.

“Please,” Lucy scoffed, “I run this place. There isn’t anything that I don’t know about. Someone was messing with the generator in the basement and blew one of the circuits. Then the generator caught fire. Anyway, I had them cut the power off, and we all got out. Peppy and Katt had only left a short time before that. I guess they didn’t make it out in time.”

The police officer cut in. “The fire fighters are on it. They’ll get them out.”

“I’m going to do another headcount,” Lucy said and ran off.

Falco turned to the officer. “You just expect me to stand here? I’m going in there.” He made a move towards the building, but the officer took a hold of his arm.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Fox said as he grabbed the officer’s shoulder in an attempt to get him to release his grip.

“I suggest you let go unless you want to be taken in for assaulting a police officer,” he replied.

“Assaulting?” Fox asked, “Are you kidding me?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Falco exclaimed, “Just let us in the freaking building.”

“I’ve got two people here,” the policeman said into his radio, “They need to be taken from the disaster area.”

A muffled response came back, affirming the order.

“You can’t be serious,” Fox said.

“Try me,” he said.

=_=_=_=

Katt and Peppy could hear the loud whoosh of the fire from inside the elevator.

“What the hell?!” Katt exclaimed, “Peppy! Do something!”

Peppy continued hit the fire escape button. “I’m trying!” He said, “I doubt the power’s working.”

“I doubt the fire escape needs power!” Katt said.

Peppy kept clicking the button. “It’s kinda hard to think right now!”

Katt shoved Peppy out of the way. She looked at all the numbers for a moment, before clicking every single one. Peppy pushed her back. “That’s not going to work!” He shouted.

“Well then what is!?” She yelled back.

=_=_=_=

Fox and Falco sat in the back of a police car a good distance from the building. Falco was banging against the door.

“This is ridiculous!” Falco shouted, “Don’t they know who we are?”

“They wouldn’t let us into a burning building even if they did,” Fox said.

“We have to get in there, Fox! They’re going to die!”

“You think I don’t know that?” Fox yelled, “You know if there was anything I could do I would do it.”

Falco hit the door again, but didn’t lift his body up this time. He just leaned against the door. “I’m sorry,” he said in a quieter voice, “They wouldn’t be in there right now if it weren’t for me.”

Fox put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “They’re going to be fine. I know it’s a hard thing to believe, but I know that they can get out of this. You can’t blame yourself for this. I’m glad you’re okay, too.”

Falco smirked a little bit. “It’s not very often I apologize, so would you just accept it?”

Fox smiled. “They’re going to be fine,” he said again, “I know it.”

=_=_=_=

“HEEEEELLP!!!” Katt yelled as she smacked the door of the elevator.

Peppy sat against the wall, toying with a small device.

Katt turned around and glared at him. “What are you doing? Playing solitaire?”

Peppy gave her an exasperated look. “Ha ha, very funny. I was actually trying to get us out of here.”

“How?”

“Slippy set up a program so we could all contact each other in case something like this happened,” Peppy explained, “Don’t ask me how it works, because I have no idea.”

“So when’s the help coming?” Katt asked.

“Give me a second,” Peppy said, “Besides, all they could do was tell the authorities that we’re stuck in an elevator shaft.”

“Well maybe they could get someone to GET US OUT OF HERE,” Katt yelled.

“HOW?!” Peppy yelled back.

“WE’RE GOING TO SUFFOCATE IN HERE, PEPPY!”

“I’M SORRY!” Peppy shouted. He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he said again in a calmer voice. “Look, I’ll contact Fox and see what he can do.”

=_=_=_=

Falco was asleep. They were sitting in the back of a police car, and he was asleep.

Fox sighed. He couldn’t see what Falco needed more sleep for. He’d been asleep for almost a month. And yet, there he was, leaning against the door, fast asleep. Fox considered kicking him, but thought better of it.

Just then, his communication device began vibrating in his pocket. He managed to get his handcuffed hands into his pocket and pulled it out. He hit the accept button, and Peppy’s face appeared on the screen.

“Peppy!” Fox shouted, “Are you guys inside the office building?”

“Yeah, we were in the elevator at the time of the explosion,” Peppy said, “We’re okay for now, but I’m not sure how long we can last. I mean, we’re not getting any oxygen. Katt’s not exactly staying calm, either.”

Katt snatched the communicator from Peppy. “WHERE ARE YOU?!” She yelled.

“In the back of a police car,” Fox answered. Falco groaned next to him, rubbed his eyes, and sat up.

“Could you stop yelling?” Falco grumbled, “Who are you even talking to?”

“Who is that?” Katt asked.

“…Falco,” Fox said.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Katt yelled, “FALCO’S OKAY AND THAT’S NOT THE FIRST THING YOU TELL ME?!”

“Give me that,” Falco said, taking the device from Fox, “Katt, you need to calm down.”

“I don’t believe this,” she said, “I’m probably dead right now.”

“Katt,” Falco said again, “You have to get a hold of yourself.”

“Who, me?” Katt said, “I’m perfectly fine, thank you very much. I’m just concerned for Peppy, that’s all.”

Falco smirked. “Just hang in there,” he said. He shut off communications and handed the device back to Fox.

=_=_=_=

Slippy slid himself out from under the ship. He stood up and stretched, letting out a yawn. He really did want to take a break, but how could he? He had to get his Arwing built so the team could get back to work. Of course, he could take a short break, but that would lead to longer ones, and eventually nothing would get done.

Slippy sighed, then picked up his toolbox. Just as he did, something inside began to vibrate, causing a buzzing sound to come from the tools. Slippy dug through it until he found his communicator. Fox was calling.

“What’s up, Fox?” Slippy answered.

“We’ve got a little problem, Slip.”

=_=_=_=

I NEVER GOT ANY FUTHUR THAN THIS.

Thanks to people who reviewed, mainly Matthew DR. I had fun being doing this for a little while and I hope to come back again.