Tommy growled as he ran through the dirty streets. Curse his luck, getting separated from everyone just in time to be hit with a spell that knocked him out. And of course no one came to look for him, oh no. They just left him sprawled in the alley. And it was raining. He huffed, shaking his head to disperse the rain as it dripped into his eyes.

"Where the hell are you?" he asked no one in particular.

He turned another corner, stopping short as a bus sped past. He hissed as a puddle soaked him. "Oh, yeah, 'cause I wasn't wet enough before." He ducked back into the alley way as another car sped down the street.

"TOMMY? TOMMY WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Tommy growled as he heard Billy's voice from down the street.

"Calm down Billy. I'm sure he's fine." Oh yeah, Eli, he was just fine. Just peachy. He knocked over a trash can, causing a huge racket. That oughtta send 'em running.

"What was that? Eli, did you hear that?" Tommy heard Billy touch down up the block, footsteps rushing to the mouth of the alley. He hid himself on the top of a convenient pile of boxes as Billy came closer.

"It was probably just a stray cat or something. Come on, last I saw him he was back at the battlefield." Eli walked up behind Billy, sighing as his com beeped. Wait for it, wait for it, adjust your position for maximum spring, "No Kate, we haven't found him. Billy's too busy searching for stray kittens or sometAUGH WHAT THE HELL?" Tommy launched himself at Eli as he complained, small claws latching onto his shoulder, teeth biting into the uniform, tail twitching in aggravation as his ears laid flat against his head. A small growl tore from his throat as Eli pulled him off. He dangled above the ground, back paws kicking as he tried to pull himself up to bite the hand that was holding him. "I think we found him, Kate." Billy came up to the green and white kitten, taking him from Eli's grasp.

"Tommy?" he asked as the kitten latched onto his hand, biting at the glove. He growled again, kicking Billy's arm and was pleased when Billy hissed at the scratches. He wriggled out of Billy's grasp, jumping back on top of the boxes and glaring down at the two. Eli kept up his conversation, ignoring the hacked off kitten as Billy tried to get him down without anyone getting hurt.

"Look, all I'm saying is that there's a kitten who's fur looks like Tommy's suit. Green body, white stripes, orange across his eyes, and has definitely got Tommy's attitude." Tommy hissed and swiped at Eli as Billy started to float to his level.

"Come on, Tommy. Let's get you out of the rain." He glared at Billy as his brother took off his cape. He flipped his tail back and forth a few times before slinking over to Billy. He was immediately engulfed in the red fabric and he had to fight to not wiggle out of it. Billy freed his head as he tried to rub his fur dry.

"Alright we're on our way to the warehouse. Could you pick up some cat food on the way there?" Tommy growled, trying to free a paw to swipe at Eli from the tangled red fabric.

"Calm down, Tommy." Billy landed again. "Eli, maybe we should wait a bit to see what Tommy wants to eat before we get him some cat food or anything." Eli opened his mouth to argue, but was cut off by an angry growl.

"Ugh, fine. Don't grab the cat food. The furball can just starve." Tommy sniffed before snuggling back into the warmth of Billy's cape. "This had better be fixed by tomorrow. I don't think I can survive with a homicidal kitten."

Yeah, well I don't want to live with you either.

"A week?" Billy asked as Dr. Strange finished his evaluation. Tommy's ears went back at the yell, flinching. "Sorry." Tommy rolled his eyes. "But it's really going to take a week?"

"Yes, it is." Tommy sighed and laid down on the table. And here he was hoping that he would be back to normal once the Sorcerer Supreme showed up. "The spell's going to unravel itself, but it will take time." A hand rubbed one of his ears, and he looked up at Billy before turning to glare at the wall. He didn't pay attention as the adult left, when Billy's hand left his head. He couldn't help but pay attention as he was picked up by Billy, though.

"Alright, thanks for your help. Say thanks, Tommy." A soft meow came from where he was trying to crawl under the crook of Billy's elbow to escape. Billy sat him on the cold floor. He stood still as the temperature change filtered through his brain. Cold wasn't good. Billy was warm. He walked back over to his brother, rubbing against his leg asking to be picked up. "What? You just wanted down."

"Mrow." I made a mistake. "Pru-row." Pick me up. Billy just went back to talking to Dr. Strange. One of Tommy's ears flicked back in annoyance. Well, at least Billy was wearing his cape. He crouched down, adjusting his footing before launching himself at Billy's cape.

"Thanks again for all yo-aup." He fell back as the kitten climbed to his shoulder. "God, Tommy, are you trying to strangle me?" Tommy just nudged his arm, and Billy picked him off with a sigh. "This is going to be the worst week." Tommy just closed his eyes.

This was going to be the best week.

Three days into the week and Tommy had exhausted all of his ideas of what to do for entertainment. Sneaking up to startle people was only fun until they kicked at you as a knee-jerk reaction. Laser pointers were fun for a bit, but even that had lost its novelty. And he had caught his tail like twelve times in the passed half hour. He heard the tv in the main room turn on.

His paws pattered as he ran to the door. Altman. Well, damn, he had hoped it was going to be Kate.

"What do you want, Tommy?" Of course, super hearing. There was no need for Altman to know that he had been caught. He jumped onto the arm rest of the couch beside where the other was sitting, tail lazily flicking. "So, what do you think of this show?" Fish show. Cute. He swatted towards the remote, happy when Altman sat it down beside him. He let out a pleased chirp before pressing the channel button.

They flipped through the entire channel list before settling on a cartoon show. Tommy batted the remote back into Teddy's lap before laying down to watch. He hardly noticed when Teddy's hand came up to rub the back of his neck. He just relaxed more, sprawling across the arm rest as he let his eyes slide shut. He didn't wake up when Teddy moved him to curl up on his lap.

That was how Billy found them an hour later, both sleeping as the muted tv cast a blue light over the dark room.

The heating went out at the warehouse that night, and with everyone gone Tommy had been left to find his own heat. Thankfully Billy was a bit of a slob when it came to picking up his uniform from the floor of the changing room, and he had been able to make a ball of warmth out of his cape and Teddy's scarf thing.

The next morning he was awoken to the team frantically calling his name and the door to the room being pulled open by Teddy. "Found him," he had yelled as he picked up the entire ball of fabric.

Now, they were arguing over who was going to be stuck with taking him home. "My grandma's allergic to cats. Plus, he hates me." Tommy just curled up on Billy's cape, tail thumping as he tried to let it just fall off his back. Was it really any surprise that no one on the team wanted him to go home with them?

"Look, if it's such a big deal why don't you just let him come back with me and Teddy?" Tommy nosed his way under the fold, trying to hide.

"How are your parents going to react? Your siblings? I could have sworn you said someone in your family was allergic." Even Kate didn't want him. He huffed as he shivered and curled around the patch where the hand warmer had been placed.

"They'll be fine with it. It's just for three days, then he'll be back to normal. And no, it's my grandma who's allergic. The rest of my family will be fine." The voice got louder as Billy approached, and he was once again treated to the strange sensation of flying as he and the cape were picked up. "Come on, Teddy. I'm just going to teleport home because he's cold enough already." A hand came to scratch him behind his ears. "Of course it goes out on the night it gets way below freezing." Tommy started a small purr at the attention and warmth as he tried to keep his eyes open.

The freezing warehouse faded away to the warm Kaplan house. "I don't understand why Kate said we couldn't just bring him here in the first place." Billy was livid as he was curled under his chin. But at least his hands were light as they petted him, rubbing warmth back into his body.

"If the heater hadn't died then he would have been fine. And we're trying to keep the fact that he's a cat under wraps, remember?" Tommy bumped Billy's chin with his head, and Billy sighed before collapsing next to Teddy on the couch. A finger touched his nose, and while he would normally pull away, the warmth seemed to be spreading faster.

"He's still too cold, Teddy. His nose feels like an ice cube, ears too." A larger finger replaced Billy's.

"Yeah," Teddy said as he scooted over to leave a small space between them. "Put him there. He can get warm while we watch tv." He shivered as he was pulled from the cape and placed between the two and covered again. He gave Billy's hand an affectionate nip before laying down to stare at the coffee table. A large, warm hand covered his back and he started to purr again.

He fell asleep to the soft strokes of their hands, fully aware that he was safe.

When he awoke again he found himself in a strange position. Teddy and Billy were laying on the couch, on each other, and he was curled up under Billy's arm. He squirmed, trying to escape, huffing when he was only held tighter. A thumb was brushing over his head, ears getting warmth rubbed back into them.

"You feeling better Tommy?" Teddy whispered as he noticed the kitten awakening. Tommy flipped his head up to nip at Teddy's finger. "I'll take that as a yes." Billy laughed as he ruffled his fur.

"I'm glad you're warmer," he said before falling back asleep.

Billy's family had been surprisingly accommodating. Once they found out that the strange green kitten was actually him they had treated him nicely. Not to say that they hadn't before, but there had been that brief moment of fear that he was going to have to eat dry cat food instead of the tuna cans he had been eating. Now he got a bit of the dinner meat, and as long as he behaved and didn't jump up he could sit at the table.

So the night before the spell was supposed to finish he found himself getting picked up and carried to Billy's room. Teddy had taken his bed across the room. He jumped out of Billy's arms to curl up on the foot of his bed, biting Teddy's feet as they displaced him.

"Dagh, knock that off," he said as he pulled his feet back up. Tommy just circled his spot and laid down, tail over his eyes. "Yeah yeah, real innocent." He gave Teddy the cutest look he had been working on, hissing as he was knocked off the edge of the bed. At least he took most of the covers with him. Tail flicking at Teddy, he ran across the room, jumping on the edge of Billy's bed. He curled up on one of Billy's feet, snuggling down into the warmth. "Billy."

"Yeah?"

"I think your brother's trying to steal you away from me."

"He's a kitten."

"Exactly. He has the potential to be way too cute. He's already stolen your foot away from me."

"As soon as I move he's going to attack my foot because that's what kittens do."

"He's trying to-" Tommy let out a loud mrow, biting the comforter to try and get them to shut up.

"Augh, stop that." Tommy flopped to the bed as Billy pulled his foot away, and glared up at his brother. "Fine, we'll be quiet now. G'night T." He let out a breath as the light went out. "G'night terror." Tommy's paw lashed out, catching the fabric above his other foot. "I can't wait for you to be human again."