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Ozzy and Drix fanficiton-Ozzy, Drix, and Audra
A/N: If you haven't read my first two OJ stories "Zap" and its sequal "Crackle" go and read them, otherwise this story won't make any sense. Also I'm trying to break from the "oc is in whole episode" mold, so if you don't see my oc in an episode for long it's either because they didn't fit in said episode or it's because I'm trying to write from a different perspective of said episode.
Today didn't turn out like Audra had hoped.
Today was Audra's 16th birthday. And she was sitting in Chief Gluteus's, office with her brothers Ozzy and Drix on either side of her. The chief was joined by the mayor of Hector, Paul Spryman and by another cop, Maria Amino. The chief was looking at Audra with suspicion and disgust. "So you're a mutant cell, huh?"
Audra slowly nodded her head.
"And you're a superhero?"
She nodded again. Before coming to Hector she previously lived in Frank, a man whose defi
Osmosis Jones Fanfiction-Crackle (ch.1)
Even before the explosion, Audra was already having a bad day.
It started with the dream. It was about after her, her "brother" Ozzy, and Ozzy's cold pill partner Drix had saved their city of Frank from a virus named Thrax who wanted to destroy Frank. She dreamed about the city burning form the intense heat, recuing the people in danger, finding out her brother was shot out of the mouth to hunt down Thrax, and delivering the chain to the brain and how the brain had somehow "instructed" her on where to put back the missing piece, how she had blacked out and ended up in the hospital.
After her recovery, the chief had called all three of them into his office. The only other person in there was Leah. He asked Audra about her powers and she had given him the same response as she gave Ozzy when he first asked- that she didn't know how she got them, that she had them since she was little. After talking it over with her, the chief allowed Audra to use her powers just as long as they kept it be
Day DreamingI make believe you´ll be home late
and sit alone and quietly wait
I hear a slamming , a car door
and hope for footsteps in the hall.
The radio plays our favourite songs
I can even sometimes sing along,
The TV blasts the whole night through
a background noise, I never view.
Finally bed time is very late
it´s been in vain this long long wait.
My weary bones carried off to bed
and restless dreams fill me with dread.
All this day-dreaming might seem unfair
but to wake without you is ten times worse.
So my waiting begins again
you ´ll be home soon, just don´t know when.
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