The Fire Triangle, A Zootopia Fanfiction -- Part One

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The Fire Triangle—A Zootopia Fanfiction

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Part One:

Fuel

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Chapter 10 –When A Fox Goes Rabbit
(Concluded...Pt. 7)

Conor Lewis took a short sip of his soda, never once allowing his eyes to stray from the image in front of him.

For the past few days, he'd been unable to perform his daily ritual; looking at the picture he kept of his mother, (so as not to forget what she looked like.) Because of that, he was allowing himself an extra few minutes tonight.

More and more, this image was becoming the young silver-fox's last tenuous connection to the vixen that had borne him. Beyond her appearance, he knew practically nothing about her. What had she done for a living? (Had she even had a job?) What about her friends, who were they, what had they been like? What had she liked to do for fun? Conor couldn't remember any of that...and the few memories of his mother that he had managed to retain were fading by degrees. They had lived in an apartment, he knew that much, but in what city? Once upon a time, he had could have answered that question, but now...aggghhh, grrrr, somewhere back east; other than that, it could have been almost anywhere. There were other recollections as well, but mostly they were just fragments; the kid next door he'd played with, (a ringtailed cat?) and the older vixen—he thought it was a vixen—who had sat with him from time to time. And had she watched him over the weekend once or twice, maybe even for longer than that? That was it; that was all the young fox had left of his mom in his memory bank.

That is, except for...the one thing about her that Conor knew he would never forget; whenever she tucked him in for the night, his mother would sing him a song before turning the lights out. He'd been able to hold onto that memory, at least in part, because she'd eschewed the 'public domain lullabies' in favor of her own preferences, 'This Must Be The Place.' by Talking Herds, and Sarah McLachlion's 'In the Arms of the Angel' to cite just two examples. Her all-time favorite had been a tune the young silver fox had since learned to play himself, "Who Know Where The Time Goes?" by Furport Convention.

Mom had always sung that one with a special beauty.

"Across the evening sky...all the birds are leaving.
But how can they know...it's time for them to go?"

And then, one day, it had been time for her to go...

Conor moved the cursor and closed the image. Enough was enough, and Guild would be logging into their secure chat room in just a few more minutes. He drained his soda-can, tossing it into a nearby wastebasket when he was finished.

And then he settled down to wait

He was inside the Furrison Hotel again, seated once more in his zero gravity chair; surrounded by a trio of display screens and with a fourth one overhead. He wasn't bothering to go VR this time; that was fine for work, but not for chat.

Anyone watching him would have seen a slightly different looking young fox than the one who'd stumbled into this loft in the wee hours of the morning—and also a different smelling animal; he had toned down his scent as well.