Daddy Thrax-An OJ RP (Chp 19)

*there's a knock on Thrax's door*

Thrax: Now who the. . .? *goes to answer the door* *looks through the peep hole* -Oh no not now.-

*knock knock knock*

Thrax: *takes a deep breath* -Hopefully Drix will be able to take care of Ozzy after they kill me.- *opens the door to reveal Vic and Marie* Mother, Father. What brings you here?

Vic: You of course son. We've been searching for you.

Thrax: Me? *beads of sweat start showing on his forehead*

Marie: Of course you. Is that anyway to greet your parents after so long? *pulls Thrax into a tight embrace*

Thrax: I just wasn't expecting you. *he becomes nervous*

Vic: *chuckles* We didn't think you would be... *joins in the embrace as well, hugging him* We've missed you so much son.

Thrax: *struggles out of their tight grip* As have I father. *stretches his body to gets the cricks out of his bones*

Marie: *glances round the house* Small yet quant. Reminds me of our old home.

Vic: *rubs the top of his head* It took some doing to find you.

Thrax: *swallows a lump in his throat* I've be keeping myself hidden. *glances at the clock nervously*

Marie: *laughs lightly* That I can imagine.

Vic: Well... You have been infections for a while *smirks* That's part of how we found you. When this host survived we thought that you may still be here though we hoped immunity hadn't killed you.

Thrax: *glares at him* Thanks a lot father. *sighs* -I'm going to get a headache before Ozzy gets back.-

Vic: *hugs him again* You have no idea how relieved we are that they didn't...

Marie: Vic, leave him alone for a few minutes to allow our sudden arrival to sink in. *walks into the kitchen* Hope you don't mine if I help out with dinner, Thrax.

Thrax: *looks towards her direction* What?!

Vic: Listen to your mother son. *rubs his head*

Thrax: *stutters* Mother I don't think that's a good idea. *runs in after her*

Vic: *chuckles*

Marie: Oh nonsense, Thrax. When was the last time you've had any of my home cooking. *searches the cupboards for ingredients*

Thrax: That's not what I'm talking about. *nearing the verge of biting his nails*

Vic: What's wrong son?

Thrax: *chuckles nervously* Nothing. Nothing's wrong. *swallows a lump in his throat*

Vic: Thrax. What's wrong?

Thrax: Nothing father. It's nothing. *glances at the clock* -Please let him be working late.-

Vic: I don't think it's just nothing son.

Marie: *ties her hair back and pulls on an apron* Thrax, what is with you today? *rolls up her sleeves*

Thrax: *becoming more nervous as he keeps glancing at the clock*

*the doorknob turns and the door opens, Ozzy's home*

Ozzy: Woo what a day... *not realizing yet that Thrax's parents are here* Dad I'm home!

Thrax: *cringes* -Too late.- *dashes out to Ozzy*

Marie: *looks at her husband confused*

Vic: Let's go see. *starts toward the living room*

Ozzy: *smiles and hugs him* you wouldn't believe the day I've had... oie... can the chief ever not yell? *chuckles*

Thrax: *wraps his arms round him in a hug but pulls back after a sec* We've got trouble.

Ozzy: trouble? What kind of trouble?

Marie: *enters in with her husband* Thrax, who is this?

Thrax: *has a fearful look on his face* That kind.

Ozzy: *looks up at the two viruses that enter the room and blinks in surprise, staring at them for a moment as he tries to place their faces* I... I.. think I recognise you... You're... You're his parents right?

Marie: *looks at him surprised* That is correct. *wondering why this white-blood cell is here*

Vic: Indeed.. *giving Ozzy a look* How do you know our son?

Ozzy: Well... He's my father...*smiles a bit*

Vic: *looks between the two and then at Ozzy sceptically*

Ozzy: he took me in..

Thrax: *blushes madly*

Marie: *smiles at him* Virus or not honey, I knew you had a good heart.

Ozzy: Yeah he sure does. *hugs Thrax again.*

Thrax: *still tries to find his voice as he looks at his parents*

Marie: *gives him a peck on the cheek* Take you time, honey. No need to rush.

Vic: *chuckles* We'll ask for an explanation later.

Thrax: *sighs a little* -Hopefully I haven’t lost my mind by that time.-

Marie: *turns to Ozzy smiling* My names Marie and this *gestures to her husband* is my husband Vic.

Ozzy: I'm Osmosis, but everyone calls me Ozzy. *extends his hand to shake*

Marie: * accepts it and shakes* Please to me you, Ozzy.

Ozzy: *smiles and shakes her hand then his father's* Pleased to meet you too. *as a white blood cell in a room full of powerful viruses he's nervous of course but these are Thrax's parents so he smiles and tries to get his natural instincts to chill out*

Thrax: *nerves start to get him again as he see Ozzy shaking his father’s hand*

Marie: *whispers* Don’t worry, I’ll keep your father under control.

Ozzy: *smiles a bit*

Thrax: Would anything to drink?

Marie: Just tea is fine with me honey.

Vic: *nods* the same for me please

Thrax: *heads into the kitchen* Just make yourselves at home. *has a bit of a sick feeling in his stomach*

Ozzy: *sits on the couch*

Vic: *to Ozzy* So what is it you do?

Ozzy: Oh... I'm a cop.

Vic: You're immunity?

Marie: *slaps her husband on the arm and hisses* Vic! Not now! *shoots him a cold warning glare*

Ozzy: *watches his father leave the room then turns to his 'grandparents'*

Marie: *doesn’t dare to take her eyes off her husband to make sure he does no harm*

Vic: *tilts his head* why do you stay with our son? Are you not wired to automatically hate Viruses?

Ozzy: *shrugs a little* I don't really think so.. I dunno...I mean you kinda can't help but love a guy who picks you up off the street after you get your a... er... butt kicked and left for dead and takes care of you till you get back on your feet.... *decides he feels it a bad idea to swear in front of Thrax's mom, he does have some sort of respect for his elders after all*

Marie: *leans on her right arm before addressing Ozzy* Each species has it's exceptions.

Thrax: *comes in carrying a tray with a tea pot, couple of cups, a glass of juice and plate of biscuits*

Vic: Who beat you up anyway?

Ozzy: A group of germs. I didn't know them.

Marie: How awful.

Thrax: *pours some of the tea, not daring to look at his folks*

Vic: Are you sure you didn't provoke them?

Ozzy: ... I was just walking...

Marie: *punches her husband on the arm* Vic, enough.

Thrax: *hands his mother her tea* Perhaps I should explain what happened.

Marie: *takes the offered cup* Thank you dear.

Vic: Hmp... he probably provoked them.

Ozzy: ... *firmly* I. Did. Not. Provoke. Them...

Thrax: *rubs his temples* Alright here's what happened. . . *he explains to them how he found Ozzy on the street, how he took care of him until he recovered, how he comfort him when he was sad*

Marie: *chokes back a sob when he’s explaining, tears forming in her eyes*

Thrax: *also explains how he and Ozzy shared their past and what they are missing in their lives*

Vic: You're taking a huge risk Thrax.

Thrax: *glares at him* Maybe but we both need this.

Vic: This is the last thing you need. *starts to say something but Ozzy cuts him off*

Ozzy: Shut up! You don't know a damn thing about it!

Marie: *looks towards Ozzy* -Woah.-

Thrax: Ozzy, please. *tries to calm his son down*

Vic: Such language from one so small...

Ozzy: *grumbles* Fuck you...

Thrax: Ozzy that's enough. *turns to Vic* Father please no more.

Ozzy: But he's being a jackass...

Marie: *smirks* -I beginning to like this kid more and more.-

Thrax: Osmosis, remember our terms.

Ozzy: but...

Thrax: *places his fingers on Ozzy's lips to silence him* No buts.

Ozzy: *folds his arms and pouts, for a moment seeming compliant but as his eyes fall on Vic one more time he can't help but murmur* Asshole...

Thrax: *shoots him a glare before turning to his parents* Sorry about him. He's not normally like this.

Marie: *waves her hand* Don’t worry about it Thrax. It’s natural. *selects a couple of biscuits off the plate.*

Vic: oh? What's he normally like then?

Thrax: He usually a lot calmer than this. He’s hardly any trouble.

Marie: *sips her tea* -Sounds like someone else I know.-

Vic: He probably gets into more trouble than you realise.

Thrax: *sighs* -You don't know the half of it father.-

Ozzy: *having another outburst at Vic* Stop looking at me like that...

Vic: *looks to him* Like what?

Ozzy: *glaring* That...

Thrax: Ozzy, father please. You're giving me a headache.

Marie: That makes two of us. *places her fingers on her forehead*

Vic: I'm saying nothing to the boy Thrax.

Ozzy: *snippy* Seems you don't have to be a jerk.

Thrax: Osmosis enough.

Marie: Vic please. *tries to keep her husband at bay*

Vic: Hmm. *sips his tea*

Ozzy: I can't help it if he's being a bastard...

Thrax: *takes a deep breath* Osmosis, you are *brings his index finger and thumb really close together* this close to receiving a harsh punishment you know?

Ozzy: Hmph... *folds his arms*

Marie: *pours herself another cup of tea* -Now why does this look familiar?- *smirks drinking her tea*

Vic: *sips his as well, casting a glance to Ozzy*

Ozzy: *exploding maybe unnecessarily* What the hell are you looking at?

Thrax: *puts his head in his hands* -Frank, give me strength.-

Vic: calm down boy... I didn't say anything to you.

Ozzy: you didn't have to. *glares hotly at him*

Marie: *picks up the tray and carries it into the kitchen* -This isn’t gonna end well.-

Thrax: Will you both stop bickering please.

Vic: I have stopped bickering Thrax.

Ozzy: you're just looking at me like a jerk....

Thrax: Osmosis. Remember. *gives Ozzy a slight swat to the thigh*

Ozzy: Ow... But daaaaad...

Thrax: *looks sternly at him* Either behave Osmosis or I'll tan your hide.

Ozzy: *grumbles* I can't help it if he's acting like a bastard...

Thrax: *breathes deeply* -He really pushin' it-

Ozzy: *glaring* I mean if he could fucking chill out for two seconds before he starts going off....

Thrax: *patience begins to ware thin* -He’s making this hard.-

Vic: *reaches out and puts a hand on Ozzy’s shoulder* Young man... I think you need to calm down.

Ozzy: *stands, smacking his hand away* Hey don't fucking touch me damn you! You're not my father!

Marie: *pokes her head out from the kitchen* -Not good.-

Thrax: *grits his teeth* Osmosis. . . .

Ozzy: *snippy tone* What?

Thrax: I'm warning you, cut the attitude and show my father some respect. *a vein bulges in his forehead*

Ozzy: *coolly* I will if he does.

Marie: *leans against the door frame watching them*

Thrax: *grits his teeth, his eyes flash red*

Vic: *is definitely reminded of someone*hmmm... *simply thinking*

Ozzy: *almost growling* Oh before you say it shut up dude...

Thrax: *jumps to his feet* Okay that is it. *grabs Ozzy by the ear* Come with me, Osmosis. *drags Ozzy into the bedroom*

Marie: *watches them leave then looks towards Vic with an awkward expression*

Ozzy: Ow! Owowowowowowowleggo! *can't really squirm much while Thrax's hand is attached to his ear*

Vic: *looks toward his wife, somewhat interested in the scene that’s just played out before them*

Thrax: I warned you what would happen if you didn't cut the attitude and now you're going to pay the price. *sits on the bed and hauls Ozzy over his lap, pulling his pants down*

Ozzy: *eyes widen, at once knowing the punishment* No! *squirms*

Thrax: *pins Ozzy to his lap* You brought this on yourself. *raises his hand bringing it down with a hard stinging whack*

Ozzy: Ow.... no! Don't spank me! *squirms, trying to escape the punishment that he's more than rightfully earned*

Thrax: *holds him in place* You deserve this for the way you behaved, Osmosis. *delivers another blow.*

Ozzy: *whimpers* Ow... stooop.. *whimpers, he could morph technically and get out but in him he knows he did wrong and that seems to effectively disable his ability to change his shape*

Marie: *cringes and winces at Thrax's blows and Ozzy's cries* -Now this brings back memories.- *shutters*

Vic: *gestures for Marie to come closer to him*

Ozzy: Owww. owww... *squirms, starting to whimper more*

Marie: *creeps over to Vic and leans in*

Vic: *sets her in his lap and puts an arm around her* He earned his spanks honey. Thrax knows what he's doing.

Marie: I suppose you’re right. *remembers she did the same to Thrax when he was young*

Thrax: -When is he going to learn?- *delivers a few more deserving blows*

Ozzy: *whimpers, feeling tears begin to prick at his eyes* Daddy stop!

Thrax: Not until you learn Osmosis. *another whack*

Vic: *holds her hand*:

Ozzy: Owww! Please stop! *whimpers, his eyes filling with tears as he struggles to hold them back*

Marie: *squeezes Vic’s hand tight before sliding off his lap and tip-toes to the bedroom, leaning against the wall outside*

Thrax: You’re making this very difficult on the both of us. *gives another hard blow*

Ozzy: Ow! *whimpers* Owwww... daddy I'm sorr-ow-sorr-ryyyy! *swallows hard*

Thrax: *wipes his brow and gives one last hard whack*

Ozzy: *cries softly into his leg*

Thrax: *takes a deep breath to calm down* I hope you've learned your lesson.

Ozzy: *nods, sobbing softly* Y-yes d-daddy.. *rubs his eyes*

Thrax: *lifts Ozzy to his chest, rubbing his back to sooth him*

Marie: *smiles and beckons her husband to see this*

Ozzy: *sobs into his chest softly, clinging to him*

Vic: *stands and walks over silently, peering into the room*

Ozzy: *crying still * M'sorry dadd... m'sorry... *clings tighter*

Thrax: *begins to rock him gently* I know baby, I know. Sssssshhhhhh. . . .

Marie: *can’t help but sigh as she whispers* Just like old times.

Ozzy: *starts to cry a little harder, both arms around Thrax as he clings on tightly*

Thrax: *holds Ozzy to his chest continuing to rock him*

Ozzy: *sniffles, looking up at him tearfully*

Thrax: *gently wipes the tears away* It's okay baby, it's over now. *realises that they are being watched and looks up at the door*

Marie: *snaps back to reality and blushes deep crimson*

Ozzy: *sniffles, nuzzling his hand a little and rests his head on his shoulder, not realising Thrax's parents are at the door*

Vic: *steps into the room*

Thrax: *gently strokes Ozzy's hair, not taking his eyes off his folks*

Marie: *walks over to them, sitting down on the bed and softly strokes Ozzy’s cheek with the back of her finger*

Ozzy: *starts a little and looks up at her*

Marie: *gives him a warm loving smile*

Ozzy: *rubs his eyes a little, his gaze moving to Vic as he comes closer before looking at the floor, a flush of shame coming to his face*

Thrax: *gently rubs his back* Ozzy, what do you say?

Ozzy: *softly, eyes on the floor* I'm sorry sir... *sniffles, rubbing his eyes*

Marie: *can't help but give the young cell sympathetic look before glaring at her husband*

Vic: *moves closer to Ozzy, raising his hand*

Ozzy: *cringes for a moment before looking up at Vic when the hand rests gently on his head, petting him*

Marie &Thrax: *exchange a smile and sigh of relief* -Finally.-

Ozzy: *sniffs softly*rubbing his eyes*

Vic : Shhhhh... *puts one of his claws under Ozzy's chin and lifts his head* There there. *wipes away a tear*

Thrax: *gets to his feet and gently lays Ozzy in Vic's arms, motioning to Marie to fallow him*

Marie: *nods, getting up and fallows him out of the room*

Thrax: Back in a tick.

Vic: *nods and sits down on the bed with the sniffling cell in his lap*

Thrax: *heads into the bathroom and collects the essentials for Ozzy*

Marie: *seeing what he has tries her best not to laugh as she heads to the kitchen for the last piece*

Vic: *meanwhile has taken to lightly bouncing the cell on his knee, though mindful of the young one's sore bottom*

Thrax: *walks back in with the stuff*

Marie: *at his heels with a bottle in her hand, testing the temperature*

Ozzy: *looks up at the two of them as they enter the room*

Vic: Hmph... he shouldn't be in immunity... He's too young for a job like that... *still bouncing him*

Marie: *giggle*

Thrax: That’s what I thought but he’s a stubborn little thing. *taps Ozzy’s nose*

Vic: Just like his daddy... *though grins at his son*

Thrax: *blushes*

Marie: *sits at the top of the bed* Oh Vic knock it off, Thrax grew out of it so will Ozzy.

Vic: *chuckles and ruffles the cell's hair*

Thrax: *rolls his eyes* Father if you please allow me to tend to Ozzy. *strokes his son's cheek*

Vic: *nods and stands handing the boy to Thrax and ruffling Thrax's hair next* Don't forget you're a son too Thrax. *leans down and kisses him on the top of the head*

Thrax: *blush bright red* Father, please. *lays Ozzy on top of the bed*

Marie: *sniggers* -I love moments like this.-

Vic: *chuckles giving Thrax a hearty pat on the shoulder*

Thrax: *glares at him then turns to Ozzy* Just relax sweetie and I'll done in a minute. *gently rubs Ozzy stomach*

Ozzy: *nods, sniffling*

Vic: *stands next to his son and lightly strokes Ozzy's cheek as he talks to Thrax* Is he always so childlike when he's spanked?

Thrax: *nods* Something he hasn't experienced before now. *slips the diaper under Ozzy, applying the cool oil and soothing powder to his red ass and fastens it in place* There you go sweetie. *pulls his pants back up and lifts into his arms*

Vic: *becoming serious, stern but not toward Thrax or Ozzy* He's been mistreated hasn't he?

Thrax: *nods, rubbing Ozzy back* Abandon by his father at a very young age and neglected by his mother since that time. *turns to his parents* I'm the closest thing he has to a loving parent. *kisses Ozzy's forehead*

Marie: Oh Thrax. *chokes back her sobs and tries to hold back her tears*

Ozzy: *looks down a bit hugging Thrax tightly and nuzzling into his shoulder, his voice soft as he responds to Thrax's words* You aren’t the closest thing I have to a loving parent... You ARE my loving parent. *hugs him tightly, voice still soft, almost timid* I'm sorry I was bad earlier... I'll be good...

Thrax: *places his hand on the back of Ozzy’s head* I know baby. *turns to his mother* Could you hand me that bottle mother?

Marie: Of course. *hands it to him*

Thrax: *gently slips it between Ozzy’s lips*

Ozzy: *softly before accepting the bottle* forgive me?

Thrax: Always baby. *kisses his forehead*

Ozzy: *hugs him tightly accepting the bottle blushing only slightly, he's used to being literally babied when sad or if he's been punished*

Vic: Of course we do. *pats Ozzy's back* Come now I'm sorry too.. I judged you quite harshly.

Thrax & Marie: *exchange the same warm understanding smile*

Ozzy: *finishes it and cuddles with Thrax, he doesn't actually need the bottle right now, he can eat normal food now just fine, but he finds it highly comforting receiving the nurturing that he missed out on when he was small and he clings to Thrax tightly*

Thrax: *sets the bottle the night stand, sitting on the bed next to his mother, holding Ozzy to his chest*

Vic: *chuckles* Good lad.. we were just a little naughty weren't we? *pats Ozzy's back*

Ozzy: *nods a little, cuddling with Thrax, his tears dry now leaving him exhausted and sleepy*

Thrax: *gently rubs Ozzy back trying to comfort his son beginning to hum a lullaby to him*

Marie: *sits next to Thrax looking down lovingly at her grandson, giving him her own soft purr*

Ozzy: *rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes*

Thrax: *continues to hum softly to Ozzy*

Marie: *gently strokes Ozzy hair as he drifts off*

Ozzy: *sniffles softly into his chest one more time and falls asleep*

Thrax: *gently lays Ozzy on the bed, pulling the covers up round his face* Rest now angel. *kisses Ozzy's forehead before turning to his parents*

Marie: *not needing to be told slips out of the room*

Vic: *smiles nodding as well, affectionately mussing his hair before heading with his wife*

Thrax: *gently strokes Ozzy's cheek then heads out of the room to join his folks*