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This is the second bit and from here on out the story will be more story and less sex...so if you want to get your rocks off the previous chapter was the best bet. Umm....but if you're looking for something that has a bit of development (and i hope this will come across as such) then give this a shake. Enjoy the read! (well...unless you skip ahead a lot too)

"Guuaahh,"

"What's that?" the otter asked.

Marion looked alert quickly, "Nothing ma'am, I'm sorry for that--just very tired," he replied quickly. After a few seconds the otter grabbed her bag of medicine and began to walk off--seeming a bit dissatisfied with his level of service. He leaned back into a chair and rubbed his temples in an attempt to get over the terrible feeling he was having. The lights in the store were far too bright, unlike they usually were.

Of course they weren't actually any brighter, but right now they could've been suns to him. He'd never had a hangover this bad.

The bell rang and Marion grimaced again, trying to ignore the infernal noise. Still, it seemed the person at the front of the shop was extremely testy for their medicine. He got out of his chair with a groan and headed towards the customer, Please just shut up and stop ringing the bell! he pleaded in his mind.

"About time," another testy customer said. This time it was a fellow wolf, though she had three children behind her.

"Shouldn't they be in school?" Marion asked, wincing once more at how the light stabbed at his retinas.

"They'd be there sooner if you would hurry up," the wolf said.

Marion nodded, "Yes ma'am...name and prescription?" he asked and held out his paw which was slapped with a piece of paper very soon. He quickly turned around and headed into the storage room to find her prescription, "Bitch..." he mumbled under his breath.

Of course, women and children in the early morning were never a good combination. He found that mothers with more than two children tended to not be as patient with other people. It was like they spent it all on their 'precious' little demons. Still, he kind of envied them at the same time. That was a family life; and though he couldn't explain why, he was attracted to it.

Having a family for yourself must be nice. Marion sighed as he scrolled through the what seemed like million Smiths there were in the storage room and gave an aggravated sigh--he'd lost his place once again.

"Hangovers suck," he told himself as if his body didn't know it. Right now it was hard to think of a single good reason to drink beyond a few drinks.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

Marion covered his ears, "Oh my god...please stop!" he growled and spent all his mental power to find the wolf's prescription before she could get her children to start wailing along with the bell's insistent ringing. He let it fall down onto the table and looked into her more than vicious eyes, "Sorry for the wait,"

"Hmph," was the only reply that came from the female's muzzle.

"Is there anything else I can do for you ma'am?" Marion asked.

The mother scowled at him, "I think that is all!" he hissed and took the bag quickly.

Marion fell down into hi chair again and pulled a magazine over his eyes. Ohhh, that's better he thougth with a smile.

"Rough night?" a soft voice said, the perfect pitch--it was the type of voice you wouldn't wish on anybody because if everyone had it then it wouldn't be so beautiful or unique.

"Too much of the sauce," Marion replied, in a groan, slightly opening one eye to look at female rabbit. Why couldn't all girls be like her? Mary was an angel from heaven packaged in milk and honey. Her voice didn't make him shiver or anything--she exemplified what he liked in women.

Still, Mary wasn't his type. They had dated once awhile back, like before he'd even made his first paycheck, but that was over now. They were still surprisingly good friends. Mary knew he liked guys, and of course she didn't mind either, said it was funny but nothing more.

It wasn't like they were best friends--he told her stuff and she told him stuff. They would talk guys a little. Mary liked the usual types, muscled and all that, and didn't know what Marion saw in other people. Sometimes they would argue about what made someone good looking, which was always a fun topic.

He looked over at the rabbit, "What?" he asked, seeing the strange expression on her face.

"You don't usually get drunk...special occasion?"

"Not really..." Marion replied. "Just met a guy...and we had some drinks...and a few more...and then some more..."

"Oh...well, that sounds...unlike you,"

Marion chuckled and closed his eyes, "It was..." he said, thinking back on what he could remember of the night.

The morning had been rather hazy--not as much as the night, but still hazy. He'd woken up in his bed, but Nick, his night guest, wasn't there. Of course, it wasn't like he expected him to be, did he? After all, the fox most likely had a job to get to also. The thing was that he probably wouldn't see the fox again. After all, he didn't even have Nick's last name; he was simply Nick the fox.

Still, that was assuming that Nick would really even want to see him again. It wasn't like there had been strings on their encounter after all. Neither of them had exactly asked if they wanted to see the other again.

Marion felt his eyes close again and sighed in happy relief; it'd be nice to go back to sleep. That would be really great actually.

"Come-on," Mary said and poked Marion.

"Ughh...leave me alone!" Marion groaned.

"Come-on get up...I'll get you a homemade remedy," Mary said with a smile. "We should have most of the stuff we'll need, but I'll be right back,"

Marion leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes again. His magazine was working amazingly well as a eye mask. It seemed that his head wasn't throbbing nearly as much anymore. In fact, he almost felt peaceful. The only thing that could've made this better was if he was in his room, on his bed, sleeping and listening to the rush of air as his fan revolved continuously above him.

It felt like it was only a second before Mary came back--ending the joyful, and extremely short, slumber.

"OK...Drink this," May said.

Marion felt his nose crinkle and he grimaced as the smell of the concoction reached him, "No way...what is that?"

"A personal remedy for you," Mary replied and shook the drink in front of the wolf. "Drink up,"

"It smells like bad eggs!" Marion barked and moved his head so that his nose wasn't directly above the evil drink.

"It's only vinegar, b-12, a pinch of salt, and banana juice," Mary said with a scowl.

"That's sick," Marion replied. His headache was actually getting worse because of that stench--like it was making his brain vibrate just by itself.

"Come-on...I swear it'll make you feel better,"

"Lies," Marion said. The logic was the same as hitting your head against a door to make your toe stop hurting, supplementing one unpleasantry for another was crazy!

"Do it for me," Mary said, a pleading voice only she could manage to make.

Marion looked at the concoction and felt his head throb again. He put out a paw and took the drink, knowing that at least if it was in his stomach it wouldn't be making him want to puke all the time--hopefully.

"OK...you may want to just put it back in one chug...like a shot glass,"

Marion groaned and looked at the rabbit with a scowl, "Do not mention shots,"

Mary smiled sweetly and took a few steps back, as if in preparation for an exploding gyser.

Marion stared at the strange liquid for a few more seconds before deciding it was time for bottoms up. Putting the cup to his lips he stopped breathing and tilted his head back. The moment the liquid touched his tongue he felt like gagging and spitting it out. In truth, it was nothing short of a miracle he managed to keep it down. He swallowed and the drink burnt like venom as it slid down his throat.

Using his will power he overcame the evil concoction--barely.

"That. Was. Disgusting!" Marion exclaimed, and shot the rabbit his most evil galre, "Do they use that to toruture people?"

"I'll have you know my grandfather uses that!"

"You're grandfather's tastebuds have cancer!" Marion shot back.

"Ohh you're hopeless!" Mary said with a sigh and walked off.

Marion scowled and leaned his head back, trying to keep down the evil concoction and just praying he would make it through the day--that would be a miracle.

__________

"Hey...Marion, you have a phone call," Mary said, holding her paw over the receiver.

"Me?"

"Yes..."

Marion groaned and stood up, wondering who would be calling him. He never had people to call him. His parents knew to call him by his cell phone. Mary handed him the phone and he put it to his head, "Hello?"

"Mr. Judith?"

"I'm speaking," Marion replied.

"Mr. Judith, this is Tracy Norris and I work with Social Services--in the foster care division,"

"OK..." Marion replied, unsure whether this was going to be like a telemarketing call or not. Were they going to ask him to donate--answer a survey?

"We need you to come down to our precinct in George Town,"

"What?" Marion asked, his voice increasing in volume. "That's like five hours away,"

"Si--"

"Why should I have to drive that far? What do you people want?" Marion asked, annoyed that he was being commanded and called by people he didn't have anything to do with. They just called him and gave him an order--that didn't sit well with him. He was glad Mary's hangover cure had been pretty effective--somehow--because his head was beginning to throb again.

"Sir, we need you to come down and get your son," Tracy replied.

Marion shook his head, "I don't have a son," he said with a sigh. "You have the wrong number,"

"Marion François Judith," Tracy said, as it to prove the verification. It worked too. Marion knew that it wasn't like there were thousands of them out there. "We need you to come down and verify that the child is not yours,"

"No, that's pointless; I do not have a son," Marion replied with a light growl.

"Uhh....Sir, did you ever know a Nancy Silverfeild?" Tracy asked, obviously digging through some files.

Marion stopped for a second. Yes, he remembered the wolf; they had dated in highschool and about two months in college, "Yes, bu--"

"She died recently and named you the biological parent of her son," Tracy added.

"B--" Marion began and stopped. That was impossible, right? After all, they had had sex and then broke up basically. She would've told him if she was pregnant. There was no way he had a son and didn't know about it.

"Sir?"

"What?" Marion asked, feeling his brain go numb on him.

"We do need you to come down for a test--if you're not the biological father then you'll have no obligation as you know,"

Marion felt his heart jump a little. Of course, maybe he wasn't the father. That would be simple, right? After all, how old was this kid anyway? Ten? Five? He and Nancy had slept once and that had been nearly fourteen years ago--this was just one big misunderstanding. "Do I have a choice?"

"You're the only named person in her will dealing with the pup," Tracy replied.

"Of course," Marion said with a sigh. He shook his head and looked up down at the tiled floor for a few moments. Nancy deserved him to at least go down. "...umm, I can be down there by tomorrow,"

"Do you need directions?"

Marion found himself fumbling for a pen and a piece of paper. He couldn't help but notice that his paws were shaking as he clicked the pen down and prepared to write down the information that he hoped would only be a waste of five hours.

___

That night Marion found himself on the road and driving towards George Town. Even though he went over it a thousand times the thought that he was a father didn't stop. It was impossible. There was absolutely no way Nancy would've just kept the child all to herself. At the very least he would've learned she was pregnant, right?

The five hours passed surprisingly quickly, and Marion found himself in a dingy hotel for the night. He couldn't help but think about how ludicrous this entre thing was. It had to be some stupid little joke, right? After all, there was--first off--no way Nancy was dead. She had been--no, she was one of the healthiest people he'd ever known.

Back in highschool she had been a track-mini-star of sorts. She had been what many would've called the pinnacle of health; so there was no way she was dead. Marion himself was in fine health, and they were the same age, so this had to be a joke. It was probably some highschool reunion joke with a 'bring your highschool sweetheart' theme.

Of course that would make sense. Marion nodded and forced the idea down his throat. He rolled over in the bed and turned off the lamp. Tomorrow he would walk into a room and Nancy would laugh at him for being so gullible. Yeah, that was right--right?

Still, what if this wasn't a joke? That one thought quickly shattered his entire self confidence that he was fine. What if he did have a child? Was that even possible? No, there was absolutely no way it was true--right?

Still, if it was, what would that mean? Marion felt his ears twitch wildly at the idea and he blinked a few times, as if to clear his mind of the idea.

If he was a father that would be so different. He did want a family didn't he?

But then again, what was a family?

***The Next Morning***

Marion walked through the bustling building and looked around. The entire place seemed wildly underfunded. He couldn't imagine the facility as having all the resources it needed to fully cope with the demands society probably placed upon it. Everybody inside the building seemed pretty tired too. A lot of the women in weren't smiling and were hunched over keyboards or making telephone calls. There were a good many males too--they looked just like the females though.

He came up to a desk, where a cheetah was sitting and looked down at her. She continued to type away on the computer, not even noticing his presence. Did he really want to do this? The thought of walking away came to his mind, but that seemed like a bad idea. After a few seconds he coughed to get her attention.

The cheetah gave a slightly startled look and cast a glance up at the wolf in front of her, "Yes? May I help you?"

"Umm, my name is Marion Judith..."

"Oh, Mr. Judith," the cheetah said and stood up, putting on a convincing smile, "I'm Tracy Norris, we spoke over the phone,"

"Yes...yes we did," Marion replied and shook the paw.

Tracy stood still for a few moments and then nodded, "Well, right then. I'm sure you want to see your son,"

"About that..." Marion said, getting her attention before she turned away.

"Yes?" Tracy asked, looking over her shoulder.

"I...I don't think he's mine,"

Tracy smiled and shook her head, "No, he's definitely yours,"

"But...ma'am...you see, me and Nancy...we only dated in highschool...and well, I guess there was one night but...you see, there's just no way," Marion rambled. He knew that all it took was one sperm and an egg then bada-boom, you had a child, but it still seemed impossible to him.

"Well Mr. Judith...it only does take one time you know,"

"I--I know that!" Marion said with a flustered face. He shook his head and glowered at the cheetah, "I just think you have the wrong person,"

"Well, Mr. Judith, we're required to test to make sure you two are really related," Tracy said and smiled, "That should ease your mind,"

Marion nodded and gave a forced smile, "Of course...thank you,"

"Would you like to see him?"

"I--Are there any other possible candidates?" Marion asked, not wanting to get his hopes up. Hopes? What hopes? I don't want the kid to be mine...do I? Marion asked himself and felt the idea of being a parent smack him in the face again.

"You are the only named person...and at the time of her death Ms. Silverfeild was not married nor had she ever been married,"

Single Parent? Marion shook his head--Nancy should've called him. "How did she die?"

"Cancer...pancreatic," Tracy said.

Marion felt his eyes water a little but he pushed the tears away, "Oh..." he got out and looked up at a ceiling fan.

"Would you like some time?"

"What is the pup's name?" Marion asked, knowing that at the very least he owed it to Nancy to take the pup in for a bit of time and see what happened. It had been a long time since he and Nancy, but even still, she had been his most personal relationship. If anything, he still thought well of her and wanted to help her--even if it was through alternate means.

"Chris,"

"Chris..." Marion said, testing out the name on his lips for the first time. He knew that it was nothing more than a sentimental feeling but he could see Nancy loving that name. "Chris," he repeated and made sure it felt right on his mind too. After a few seconds he looked up at the cheetah and nodded, "Please...I'd like to see him,"

Tracy nodded and gestured for the wolf to follow her. She walked down a few corridors and through what seemed to be an interrogation room. Already, even if he wasn't a parent--possibly--he felt they could've put the pup somewhere better.

Marion stood at a door and cocked his head. Was Chris through here? He looked over at Tracy, who looked to him for approval. He nodded, "I'm ready,"

Tracy nodded and opened the door. Her voice became quiet and very gentle, almost motherly in some respects. "Chris...there is someone here to see you,"

Marion walked into the room and for a second thought he was facing a mirror. His eyes even looked around for a different person but then he realized he hadn't seen a mirror. There in front of him was a wolf--a reflection of him entirely. The only thing that seemed to distinguish the two were their eyes, one pair being green--filled with tears; and the other being blue--filled with shock.