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"Fox Out of Place, Rabbit Out of Time"Chap 1: Rude Awakening
This story chapter kind of came out of left field and got it down and edited a couple of weeks ago. I'm not sure where it's going to go from here but want to post it and see what folks think of it.
In 1958 things go haywire in a secret underground lab complex. One Judith Hopps, quantum mechanics/physics science tech is caught up in things and finds herself literally 'under wraps' for an unknown amount of time. She is found by a certain fox who is investigating the now abandon complex.
For those wanting to read the other chapters (9, so far) the whole thing (plus future chapters) is posted here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1.....pters/33757791
Zootopia, Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, and Bogo are property of Disney
Dreams, things that are part of sleep. For most these are vaguely remembered tings that, for the most part, leave one with anything from a sensation of well being to puzzling enigma. Other times they are confusing and worse; bad dreams, even nightmares trouble nearly all mammals from time to time. The best one can hope for with these is that they awaken soon and that the memory of it fade away quickly. For one rabbit doe, the bad dream just went on and on. It is the same thing over and over again; like a phonograph record with a bad track that keeps bumping back to that single groove time after time. There is a feeling of excited satisfaction and accomplishment at the beginning. Then comes the confusion; yells of surprise that quickly become calls then cries for help. Unlike many of her species, this doe was most difficult to throw into a panic; there is a call to security for assistance. The call is acknowledged and help being sent. Next, escape moves.
“Head for one of the emergency sets of stairs and get out,” she thinks as she crawls on the floor with one side against a wall.
The goal is in sight when something (someone?) pounces on her. Though her scenting is not as good as many other species of mammals the scent of what has her is decidedly different from anything she has ever experienced before. It, in its own way, screams “ALIEN!” Now, wild panic hits and she kicks with her strong legs and tries to claw her captor with her finger claws. None of it has any real effect on whomever/whatever holds her. Something wraps around her, it’s soft, incredibly soft, but it pins her arms to her side then engulfs her legs. It wraps around her head last and….
“Please, please, let me wake up!” she thought begs time and again.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Something touches her. After an eternity of nothing but the dream, the doe’s stimulation starved mind grabs hold of that sensation like a drowning mammal grabs a last second lifeline. It seems to be a hand. Another joins it and they move over her body in exploration, feeling over her entire body. At another time, she would consider the ‘liberties’ being taken as slap and kick worthy. But now, now she drank in their touch as if it were the sweetest thing she had ever known in her entire lifetime!
“Please, please, please get me out of this!!” she mentally plead.
The hands went away and she went into a virtual panic.
“No, NO, please don’t leave me!”
This was worse than the nightmare! To have someone find her than leave. Another sensation, this felt like a small tremor, a quiver. It happened several times more than ceased. The next stimulus(?) was at her left arm; it felt like something very narrow was move down from her about her shoulder to her wrist. It happened five times. Next, it happened on her right side arm, then from the back of her neck down to the small of her back.
“What is going on?” she wondered.
All the sensations roused and focused her long languished mind.
“I…I’m wrapped up in something, she mused. “Are they trying to cut through it?”
The idea of something knife sharp being used so close to her pelt should concern her but, instead, it increased her excitement and desire to be free once more.
“If they are, they don’t appear to be getting through,” her logic pointed out.
The pressuring’s stopped.
“Don’t give up! Please don’t give up!!”
Another run down her left arm.
Pause.
Right arm.
Indeterminate long break.
Again, a pressure point at her upper left arm, then another sensation. Heat, a concentrated point of near searing heat. It moved down the outside of her arm, over her wrist and hand, and down her leg to stop at the bottom of her footpaw where it was moved away. Almost immediately that point was pressed onto the bunny’s upper right shoulder. Nothing happened and it was taken away. In the interim, two other things claimed her attention; a feeling of coolness on her left side, and, she could move her arm! Point pressed on her right shoulder a couple of inches from the side of her neck, the heat as it traced its painful way out to her upper arm and then down the length of her right side. Reflexively, she tried her right arm and found that it was free as well. Her feeling of joy and excitement at her impending freedom went by the wayside as she noticed something else, she couldn’t breathe. Bringing up her arms, the doe tried to get hold of what covered her face but was unable to get any purchase on the material with her fingers or even her claws.
“Great Maker, I’m going to suffocate!”
Still trying to claw at the material with one hand, she waved her other arm up and down in an attempt to show distress. Hot point at the top front of her head at the center of her forehead, it went backwards then down the back of her head, neck, and back to stop midway down her back. Hands grabbed the open edges and peeled them apart, then shoved forward. The material came away and the rabbit woman gulped in great gasps of air.
“Sorry for the delays, had to keep reheating the knife for it to work.”
The voice sounds sincerely apologetic, and male. There was a distinct scent of musk in the air, it said ‘fox’. It didn’t matter. An instant later, her rescuer had a 26-year old bunny doe plastered to the front of his body, her arms wrapped tight around him with her face pressing into his chest.
“Don’t leave me! Please, don’t ever leave me!” she implored wholeheartedly.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Sleep, real true and, as far she knew, dreamless. This was what she wanted for the rest of her life. Add in the feel of a real bed that felt truly right for her and she wasn’t all that sure she wanted to wake up ever again. Still, she roused to a half and half state at times and memories and events intruded. Memories of her burn lines being treated with some kind of gel that was amazingly effective are soothing down the hurt. Being wrapped up in a thin blanket of some kind of fabric then another one placed round that one. The second one was like an oversized sheet of aluminum foil but less stiff, much more supple. Being fitted into a harness then hoisted unto her vulpine rescuer’s back. A long slow trek up a seemingly endless staircase with only the odd glow of some green light to see by. Then, daylight, real, natural daylight. Clouds in the sky and gentle breeze blowing. Voices of others and hands that took her off of the tod’s back. They were taking her away from him.
“No! NO!! Leave me alone!!” she screamed as she fought with all she had in her.
“Leave her be!” snapped her rescuer’s voice. “I’ll carry her in.”
Arms scooped her up and with his familiar scent in her nose, she clung to this fox for all she was worth. He stepped into a vehicle and then settled her in his lap. A gentle paw stroked soothingly over her ears.
“I’m here,” she heard him say. “I’ll stay with you as long as you wish.”
Thusly assured, she dropped into the dreamless slumber.
During one of her half-awake states she heard two voices. One she knew, the other she didn’t.
“You’re spending too much time with her,” the unknown one stated.
“Oh, and you’d prefer she wake up screaming and fighting like she did at the site? You got the preliminary evaluation from the psych mammals. What part of fragile state of mind do you not understand?!” said her fox.
The other mammal started to say something more but was forestalled.
“Chief Buffalo, you want me to go on strike? Maybe leave and not come back?”
The tone of voice soft, even silky, but there was something hard and unyielding in it. A hand took hold of one of her own and she held it to her chest.
“Stick to running this operation, Bogo. I’ll look after our survivor.”
* * * * * * * * * * *
Reluctantly, she awoke. Cracking her violet colored eyes open she found herself looking at a large window whose curtains were almost fully closed. Through the small gap a bright band of daylight shown.
“Mmmmmm, daytime. And much as I’d like to stay in this cloud of a bed….”
Rolling over onto her back she, then, sat up and stretched arms out and then over her head while executing a jaw cracking monster of a yawn.
“Well, the sleeping beauty bunny decides to awaken,” says a voice to her left.
Eyes snapping that direction, she sees the red fox tod lounging in a comfortable padded chair that is meant more for a tiger than for himself. His clothing is casual, blue checkered flannel shirt and a pair of cargo pants with more pockets sewn on them than she would have thought possible. Over the shirt he wore a vest made of some kind of netlike material which had several pockets and pouches on it as well.
“Ready to carry almost anything and everything,” was her evaluation. “Kind of outfit that a serious hiker or backwoods type would have.”
Though she wore some kind of pajamas, her grasped the edge of her blanket to pull it up almost level with her shoulders.
“Didn’t even need ‘True Love’s first kiss’ to get it done. Though I’m sure there are a number of males that would like to have given you one,” he added with a bit of snarkiness.
“You are?” she asked.
“Hmmmm, yes, I didn’t get to introduce myself while down in the complex, did I.”
He stood out of his chair to face her. Reached up with one hand to pull an imaginary hat off of his head, and her a deep sweeping bow.
“You see before you one Nickolas, Nick for short, P. Wilde. Jack of all trades, world traveler and…”
He winked at her.
“…occasional smuggler, and, in many cases, general and specific pain in the rear, tail, and other places for any number of mammals,” he said.
Standing upright again, he placed that invisible hat back on his head and looked her in the eye.
“And, once in a great while, rescuer of fair damsels,” he added.
That last bit sent her mind sorting through a batch of memories.
“So, it was real, you did bring me out,” she said.
He nodded.
“You have my name and…’occupations’. May I have yours in return?”
Hesitation.
“I’m Judith…Judith L. Hopps, Judy for short. I’m a….”
A remembered security briefing came to mind. Still, he had come to get her.
“…I’m a research technician. And for reasons I can’t go into that’s all I can say.”
She saw him cock his head to one side and regarded her with emerald green eyes that had her wondering if he could see more of her than just her exterior.
“I applaud you, Miss Hopps. Your awareness of security does you credit,” he said.
He went on looking at her for a time, then…
“Judy, what year is it?” he asked.
The unexpected shift in conversation to her by surprise.
“Why, it’s 1958,” she replied.
Silence. Then she watched him reach to an end table beside her bed to pick what she thought was some kind of picture frame.
“Your records say that you have a pretty solid mind. That, unlike a great many other rabbits, you do not easily panic,” he said. “In the recording of your call to the surface security one can hear you are under stress…duress but you have that in control.”
He looked at the face of the frame, then back to her.
“A lot has happened since you made that call, Judy. More than you presently know.”
He handed the frame to her. Judy turned it so she could see the face of it. There was no picture in it. Instead, it was divided up into several blocks and each had a glowing set of number and/or letters in it. The biggest block took up the bottom half of the frame. It read 9:21 PM. She marveled at this, wondering how they got it to work the way it did. Then, her eyes picked out another, smaller block that was labeled “YEAR”. She looked at it, then looked at it again. Judy felt an odd numbness creep over her. She looked to Nick and he saw the disbelieving confusion in her eyes. He felt like a heel for it but didn’t know any gentler way to break it to her.
The year box read “2019”.
Nick took the frame from her and set it back on the table.
“Everything on that time and temperature display is correct,” he told her. “Judith Lavern Hopps, you have been out of ‘circulation’ for 61 years.”
In 1958 things go haywire in a secret underground lab complex. One Judith Hopps, quantum mechanics/physics science tech is caught up in things and finds herself literally 'under wraps' for an unknown amount of time. She is found by a certain fox who is investigating the now abandon complex.
For those wanting to read the other chapters (9, so far) the whole thing (plus future chapters) is posted here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1.....pters/33757791
Zootopia, Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, and Bogo are property of Disney
Dreams, things that are part of sleep. For most these are vaguely remembered tings that, for the most part, leave one with anything from a sensation of well being to puzzling enigma. Other times they are confusing and worse; bad dreams, even nightmares trouble nearly all mammals from time to time. The best one can hope for with these is that they awaken soon and that the memory of it fade away quickly. For one rabbit doe, the bad dream just went on and on. It is the same thing over and over again; like a phonograph record with a bad track that keeps bumping back to that single groove time after time. There is a feeling of excited satisfaction and accomplishment at the beginning. Then comes the confusion; yells of surprise that quickly become calls then cries for help. Unlike many of her species, this doe was most difficult to throw into a panic; there is a call to security for assistance. The call is acknowledged and help being sent. Next, escape moves.
“Head for one of the emergency sets of stairs and get out,” she thinks as she crawls on the floor with one side against a wall.
The goal is in sight when something (someone?) pounces on her. Though her scenting is not as good as many other species of mammals the scent of what has her is decidedly different from anything she has ever experienced before. It, in its own way, screams “ALIEN!” Now, wild panic hits and she kicks with her strong legs and tries to claw her captor with her finger claws. None of it has any real effect on whomever/whatever holds her. Something wraps around her, it’s soft, incredibly soft, but it pins her arms to her side then engulfs her legs. It wraps around her head last and….
“Please, please, let me wake up!” she thought begs time and again.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Something touches her. After an eternity of nothing but the dream, the doe’s stimulation starved mind grabs hold of that sensation like a drowning mammal grabs a last second lifeline. It seems to be a hand. Another joins it and they move over her body in exploration, feeling over her entire body. At another time, she would consider the ‘liberties’ being taken as slap and kick worthy. But now, now she drank in their touch as if it were the sweetest thing she had ever known in her entire lifetime!
“Please, please, please get me out of this!!” she mentally plead.
The hands went away and she went into a virtual panic.
“No, NO, please don’t leave me!”
This was worse than the nightmare! To have someone find her than leave. Another sensation, this felt like a small tremor, a quiver. It happened several times more than ceased. The next stimulus(?) was at her left arm; it felt like something very narrow was move down from her about her shoulder to her wrist. It happened five times. Next, it happened on her right side arm, then from the back of her neck down to the small of her back.
“What is going on?” she wondered.
All the sensations roused and focused her long languished mind.
“I…I’m wrapped up in something, she mused. “Are they trying to cut through it?”
The idea of something knife sharp being used so close to her pelt should concern her but, instead, it increased her excitement and desire to be free once more.
“If they are, they don’t appear to be getting through,” her logic pointed out.
The pressuring’s stopped.
“Don’t give up! Please don’t give up!!”
Another run down her left arm.
Pause.
Right arm.
Indeterminate long break.
Again, a pressure point at her upper left arm, then another sensation. Heat, a concentrated point of near searing heat. It moved down the outside of her arm, over her wrist and hand, and down her leg to stop at the bottom of her footpaw where it was moved away. Almost immediately that point was pressed onto the bunny’s upper right shoulder. Nothing happened and it was taken away. In the interim, two other things claimed her attention; a feeling of coolness on her left side, and, she could move her arm! Point pressed on her right shoulder a couple of inches from the side of her neck, the heat as it traced its painful way out to her upper arm and then down the length of her right side. Reflexively, she tried her right arm and found that it was free as well. Her feeling of joy and excitement at her impending freedom went by the wayside as she noticed something else, she couldn’t breathe. Bringing up her arms, the doe tried to get hold of what covered her face but was unable to get any purchase on the material with her fingers or even her claws.
“Great Maker, I’m going to suffocate!”
Still trying to claw at the material with one hand, she waved her other arm up and down in an attempt to show distress. Hot point at the top front of her head at the center of her forehead, it went backwards then down the back of her head, neck, and back to stop midway down her back. Hands grabbed the open edges and peeled them apart, then shoved forward. The material came away and the rabbit woman gulped in great gasps of air.
“Sorry for the delays, had to keep reheating the knife for it to work.”
The voice sounds sincerely apologetic, and male. There was a distinct scent of musk in the air, it said ‘fox’. It didn’t matter. An instant later, her rescuer had a 26-year old bunny doe plastered to the front of his body, her arms wrapped tight around him with her face pressing into his chest.
“Don’t leave me! Please, don’t ever leave me!” she implored wholeheartedly.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Sleep, real true and, as far she knew, dreamless. This was what she wanted for the rest of her life. Add in the feel of a real bed that felt truly right for her and she wasn’t all that sure she wanted to wake up ever again. Still, she roused to a half and half state at times and memories and events intruded. Memories of her burn lines being treated with some kind of gel that was amazingly effective are soothing down the hurt. Being wrapped up in a thin blanket of some kind of fabric then another one placed round that one. The second one was like an oversized sheet of aluminum foil but less stiff, much more supple. Being fitted into a harness then hoisted unto her vulpine rescuer’s back. A long slow trek up a seemingly endless staircase with only the odd glow of some green light to see by. Then, daylight, real, natural daylight. Clouds in the sky and gentle breeze blowing. Voices of others and hands that took her off of the tod’s back. They were taking her away from him.
“No! NO!! Leave me alone!!” she screamed as she fought with all she had in her.
“Leave her be!” snapped her rescuer’s voice. “I’ll carry her in.”
Arms scooped her up and with his familiar scent in her nose, she clung to this fox for all she was worth. He stepped into a vehicle and then settled her in his lap. A gentle paw stroked soothingly over her ears.
“I’m here,” she heard him say. “I’ll stay with you as long as you wish.”
Thusly assured, she dropped into the dreamless slumber.
During one of her half-awake states she heard two voices. One she knew, the other she didn’t.
“You’re spending too much time with her,” the unknown one stated.
“Oh, and you’d prefer she wake up screaming and fighting like she did at the site? You got the preliminary evaluation from the psych mammals. What part of fragile state of mind do you not understand?!” said her fox.
The other mammal started to say something more but was forestalled.
“Chief Buffalo, you want me to go on strike? Maybe leave and not come back?”
The tone of voice soft, even silky, but there was something hard and unyielding in it. A hand took hold of one of her own and she held it to her chest.
“Stick to running this operation, Bogo. I’ll look after our survivor.”
* * * * * * * * * * *
Reluctantly, she awoke. Cracking her violet colored eyes open she found herself looking at a large window whose curtains were almost fully closed. Through the small gap a bright band of daylight shown.
“Mmmmmm, daytime. And much as I’d like to stay in this cloud of a bed….”
Rolling over onto her back she, then, sat up and stretched arms out and then over her head while executing a jaw cracking monster of a yawn.
“Well, the sleeping beauty bunny decides to awaken,” says a voice to her left.
Eyes snapping that direction, she sees the red fox tod lounging in a comfortable padded chair that is meant more for a tiger than for himself. His clothing is casual, blue checkered flannel shirt and a pair of cargo pants with more pockets sewn on them than she would have thought possible. Over the shirt he wore a vest made of some kind of netlike material which had several pockets and pouches on it as well.
“Ready to carry almost anything and everything,” was her evaluation. “Kind of outfit that a serious hiker or backwoods type would have.”
Though she wore some kind of pajamas, her grasped the edge of her blanket to pull it up almost level with her shoulders.
“Didn’t even need ‘True Love’s first kiss’ to get it done. Though I’m sure there are a number of males that would like to have given you one,” he added with a bit of snarkiness.
“You are?” she asked.
“Hmmmm, yes, I didn’t get to introduce myself while down in the complex, did I.”
He stood out of his chair to face her. Reached up with one hand to pull an imaginary hat off of his head, and her a deep sweeping bow.
“You see before you one Nickolas, Nick for short, P. Wilde. Jack of all trades, world traveler and…”
He winked at her.
“…occasional smuggler, and, in many cases, general and specific pain in the rear, tail, and other places for any number of mammals,” he said.
Standing upright again, he placed that invisible hat back on his head and looked her in the eye.
“And, once in a great while, rescuer of fair damsels,” he added.
That last bit sent her mind sorting through a batch of memories.
“So, it was real, you did bring me out,” she said.
He nodded.
“You have my name and…’occupations’. May I have yours in return?”
Hesitation.
“I’m Judith…Judith L. Hopps, Judy for short. I’m a….”
A remembered security briefing came to mind. Still, he had come to get her.
“…I’m a research technician. And for reasons I can’t go into that’s all I can say.”
She saw him cock his head to one side and regarded her with emerald green eyes that had her wondering if he could see more of her than just her exterior.
“I applaud you, Miss Hopps. Your awareness of security does you credit,” he said.
He went on looking at her for a time, then…
“Judy, what year is it?” he asked.
The unexpected shift in conversation to her by surprise.
“Why, it’s 1958,” she replied.
Silence. Then she watched him reach to an end table beside her bed to pick what she thought was some kind of picture frame.
“Your records say that you have a pretty solid mind. That, unlike a great many other rabbits, you do not easily panic,” he said. “In the recording of your call to the surface security one can hear you are under stress…duress but you have that in control.”
He looked at the face of the frame, then back to her.
“A lot has happened since you made that call, Judy. More than you presently know.”
He handed the frame to her. Judy turned it so she could see the face of it. There was no picture in it. Instead, it was divided up into several blocks and each had a glowing set of number and/or letters in it. The biggest block took up the bottom half of the frame. It read 9:21 PM. She marveled at this, wondering how they got it to work the way it did. Then, her eyes picked out another, smaller block that was labeled “YEAR”. She looked at it, then looked at it again. Judy felt an odd numbness creep over her. She looked to Nick and he saw the disbelieving confusion in her eyes. He felt like a heel for it but didn’t know any gentler way to break it to her.
The year box read “2019”.
Nick took the frame from her and set it back on the table.
“Everything on that time and temperature display is correct,” he told her. “Judith Lavern Hopps, you have been out of ‘circulation’ for 61 years.”
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My story also has a guy from 'way back when'. At first I'd planned for him to get trapped in one of the first man-made stasis fields, only being released hundreds of years later - but that would have left him too ignorant and alone to be the clever bastard I wanted him to be. So that 'past' was traded out for a pharmaceutical mishmash which basically turned him into a Lazarus Long. (Meaning he's had time to build sources and resources and has networks and 'friends' in all sorts of strange places.)
Then he ends up with some stowaways that might just upset his little apple cart ...
Then he ends up with some stowaways that might just upset his little apple cart ...
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