Okay, so I know this isn't Alliances, my the 100 fanfic, which is what I should actually be working on. And of course, I've never posted anything like this. So it's probably going to suck. Sorry in advance. Here's some angst. Bye.

Nick Wilde would be the first to admit that he wasn't the best type of person.

Hell, he thought bitterly, I'm not even worth being called a person.

I'm not even worth being called a fox.

It bothered him that he was even bothered. He was a predator for god's sake.

But that was the problem really. It always had been.

It was especially a problem now, with Judy thinking he was dangerous.

Nick Wilde was not a perfect man. He was a hustler, giving into the stereotypes that had been put on him for his entire life. He was bitter, and he wanted to tear the world to shreds.

But in the days spent with Judy, he felt as if he was finally, finally, able to be the man that he was supposed to be.

So, yes, he was hurt by her words. She struck a chord in him that he hadn't even known was there. She struck the part of him that he had buried deep, deep, deep down inside of himself.

He thought she had understood. She was bunny, who against all odds, became a police officer. If there were anyone in the world that he thought would understand, it would be her. God, he would even want it to be her. There was just something that drew him into her.

He hated it.

And he certainly didn't want it.

He wasn't bitter because it had been Judy saying the words.

He was bitter because the words had been said.

At least, that's what he was going to tell himself.

He didn't ask for her to come into his life. And he certainly wasn't going to try and keep her when she thought he'd go savage at any given moment.

Not that he would want to keep her anyway.

So when she finds him, apologizes, and begins to cry, he can't help himself.

He'd been holding onto that pen- not that that meant anything- so it was now or never.

He'd put up his front. She came to him anyway.

And he wasn't sure why it felt like the weight had lifted from his chest, but it had.

Not that it really mattered.