The door opened slightly. "Boss?" One of the guards asked nervously.
"I thought I made it clear I wanted no interruptions!" Thrax barked.
"You said you wanted no interruptions unless it was Osmosis," the guard reminded. "Well, it's Osmosis."
The virus nodded. "Let him in." He was organizing some of the papers as Jones walked in. "Sorry baby, it's taking a little longer than I expected." As soon as Thrax looked up, his jaw dropped.
Ozzy was smirking, which wasn't surprising, but what he was wearing was down right shocking! He had on a pair of tight leather leggings that showed every curve, knee high combat boots with stiletto heel
"I already know who's calling, and they ain't gonna let me work." He picked up the phone. "Hey Red," Jones avoided using Thrax's name at work; if people found out they were together (not to mention that Thrax was still alive), things would end badly.
"Hi baby," the virus responded. "What're you doing?"
Ozzy tried focusing on the words he was typing. "Trying to work. Call me later."
"Or you could come home and we could have some fun." Ozzy could hear the smile in his voice.
The cell rolled his eyes. "Can't. Some people have jobs."
"I do have a job!" Thrax shouted into the speaker.
"Not a respectable one." Ozzy stared at the screen; his report was going nowhere. "Look, I'll be home in a few hours, then we'll hang out." He could practically hear Thrax's glare.
"Hey Jones!" A co-worker called. "Who you talkin' to? You got a girl?"
If only he knew, Ozzy thought.
Thrax opened the letter as Ozzy flicked through the channels. He ended up on a channel that played music videos. He made a face in disgust. "Miley Virus would you please put that tongue back in your mouth! No one wants to see that!" Thrax walked over to the couch where Ozzy was sitting. "Look at the way she's dancin'! Nasty!"
"Jones," Thrax began, "we need to talk."
The cell turned off the TV. "Well that's never good." The virus sat down next to him; he looked exhausted, as if reading the letter was bad enough.
"My old man's comin' into town." Thrax said, annoyed.
Ozzy looked alarmed. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Is he gonna try and take down Frank?!"
"No, he's visiting." In Thrax's mind, visiting
"I hate this spit!" Ozzy complained as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"It is a necessary evil," Drix panted. It was then that he noticed a car pull up along side the fence. "Jones, isn't that your car?"
"Are you serious? Again!" Ozzy sighed. "I'll be right back."
He started walking over to the car. "Hey Jones! That your girl? How's a cell like you gettin' any action?" One of his friends teased.
"Y'all are just jealous cause your dividing with yourselves." Ozzy replied. When he was a few feet away from the fence he shouted, "Stop breaking into my car!"
"Don't think of it as breaking in, baby." Thrax said. "Think of it as
Thrax rushed at Ozzy as soon as he had dropped the gun, gripping his throat with his right hand and slamming him against the wall, Ozzy's feet were no longer touching the ground. "Bad move, Jones. You should have shot me when you had the chance." He smiled as he squeezed tighter on Ozzy's throat, laughing darkly at the white blood cell who was now squirming harder to get out of his grip.
Why is he here?! Ozzy didn't know the reason behind Thrax's appearance here, why would he be going through evidence? He tried to pry Thrax's claws off of his throat, but it was useless, his grip was too strong. He realized what Thrax had come here for, "C-Ch-Chain!" Ozzy managed to wheeze out.
The virus had been so overwhelmed by the need to kill Ozzy, that he forgot about t
Fandom: Osmosis Jones
Summary:AU, ThraxOzzy. Thrax goes to meet the Crime Don, but a temperamental waiter catches his eye.
Author Notes: Please forgive the various twists I've done to suit my story. It is AU after all. Reviews are love. Oh and If you want to see Ozzy in a waiter's outfit, For a horrible scribble check my livejournal.
Heavy beats reverberated throughout the club as Thrax leaned back more into the shadows. He was here to meet with the resident Crime Don, Scabies; the whole thing was fishy, so he had already scoped out all the exits. It wasn't reassuring to know that Scabies owned this club either.
If the Don proved to be more trouble than he was worth, Thrax would kill him with no hesitation. It would be easier to gain access to the brain if there was a distraction though, henchmen were needed for that.
Casting another roving eye through the club, he apathetically watched the fema
"I'm fine, thanks." Drix answered.
"Be right back. Gonna hang this up in my room." He referred to his jacket. He opened the door, and let out a surprised scream.
"Is everything alright?" Drix got up, a look of concern on his face.
At the sight of his friend coming over, Ozzy immediately closed the door. "Oh no, everything's fine!"
"Are you sure?" Drix questioned suspiciously.
"Yeah, yeah; everything's fine! It's just a mess in there is all. You sit down and relax, I'll go clean up real quick. Be right back!" Before Drix could protest, Ozzy opened the door just barely enough for him to get through and closed it as soon as he entered. Drix shrugged his shoulders and sat down at the couch.
Ozzy refused to look at the virus lying on the bed. "Thrax put your clothes on."
"Why, baby?" Ozzy could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Because I got a friend over." Ozzy sighed, tryi
"Where ya been, baby?" Thrax asked as Jones collapsed on the couch next to him.
"Some crazy spit happened at work and I had to do overtime." He rested up against the warm virus.
"Want dinner?" Thrax questioned, while wrapping an arm around the cell.
"Nah, I just wanna lie here. I'm beat."
Thrax put down his book, and moved so that he was also lying down with Ozzy curled up in his side. They looked out the window at the city of Frank, that was all lit up for the night. They lied there until Thrax noticed that Ozzy was starting to nod off. They got undressed and climbed into bed.
Thrax woke up in the middle of the night. The clock said that it was close to two. He rolled over to wrap an arm a