Thunder

Chapter 1

I don't know what it is about this movie that made me want to write a fanfic, but I just had the uncontrollable urge to do so. For some reason the ending of this movie kept making me think I wanted to see more afterwards. Maybe it's because I own a dog. Anyway I don't own Bolt movie material in any shape or form. Enjoy.

Most dogs can't even go ten steps without making noise. Their very nature causes them to want attention from the humans who supply them food, water, and a good petting. But the white dog who was slowly moving in the forest showed a rare trait of moving silently. Deftly stepping away from leaf or twig that could alert anyone in the cabin that he was approaching. His hearing told him there were three in the cabin. It also told him that one of them was breathing quickly while the other two had normal breath sounds. Chances were the one breathing quickly was the hostage.

For a moment he simply stood still. Tracking the movements of the terrorists by sound. They weren't moving much beyond shuffling their feet once in a while. He heard one of them speak. That's when he made his move. The best time to strike was while they were conversing. The door was a good thirty feet away, but his leap easily brought him to it. The hinges and lock shattered as if made of glass. The dark skin man standing behind the door had only the warning of a loud thud before the door crashed onto his back. He was knocked out as soon as he hit the floor. Both door and dog were standing on top of him.

The other terrorist was standing at the opposite wall simply looking at the dog with shock. It was a mistake he paid dearly for. He might have had a chance to shoot the dog if he had immediately reached for his rifle. But instead he only had a chance to raise it two inches from the ground before a white blur hit him on the chest, sending him against the wall. His head hit the wall with a crack and only a groan came from his lips as he collapsed. The dog quickly turned to the third person in the room. A red headed girl who was tied to the chair.

He slowly approached the girl sniffing her. Her mouth as gagged and tears were welling up in her eyes. The white dog pulled his paw up and pressed a button on his collar which was the shape of a golden thunderbolt. Within fifteen minutes soldiers in green camouflage were entering the building with guns drawn. The one with the words 'Captain' on his uniform approached the dog and hostage. Instead of giving the dog a pat on the head, he nodded towards the canine. The white dog nodded back. The captain crouched down and untied the girl.

"Are you Melissa Reiman, daughter of Senator Reiman?" asked the Captain even though he already knew the answer.

"I.. yes, that dog he.. he.." stuttered the girl as she shy away from the dog. The dog's only reaction was to take a step back.

"Maam these men will take you back to your father," said the Captain as he gestured to two of his soldiers. They flanked the girl and slowly guided her out of the cabin. The other soldiers grabbed the two terrorists and carried them out as well. Within a minute afterwards, a chubby man in a white coat entered the cabin.

"Well I would definitely say this was a successful test," said the scientist as he patted the white dog. A rumbling growl erupted from the dog's throat which caused the scientist to step back.

"He doesn't seem to like you Professor Lee," said the captain with a grin.

"Yes well, he wasn't pleased with all the experiments I needed to do in order to give him those powers Captain Jones," said Professor Lee as he made sure the captain was between himself and the canine. The captain took out a cigar and held it in front of the dog. The dog's amber eyes began to glow green and beams of green energy shot from them, hitting the tip of the cigar.

"Thank you Thunder," said Captain Jones before taking the now lit cigar and placing it in his mouth. He enjoyed a couple of puffs of it before speaking again.

"You know I just heard it was cancelled."

"What was cancelled?"

"That Bolt show, the inspiration for this government project. Turning one ordinary dog into a deadly weapon. They tried moving the show towards aliens, biggest mistake they could make. It got canned after the third episode."

"Aw that is a shame. But then nothing lasts forever in showbiz."

"Or in our business either. Very well professor, we will soon have Thunder here sent behind enemy lines on very dangerous missions. But before that, I want Thunder to have time off," said Captain Jones before taking another puff from his cigar.

"You… want to give the dog a vacation?" asked Professor Lee as he gave the captain a bewildered look.

"Even canines need R&R once in a while professor. There's a ranch that I own in Kansas. Rural area with little population. He should be safe enough there," said Captain Jones as he gave Thunder a wink. Thunder simply cocked his head while looking at the captain with curiosity. It appeared he never heard the term 'R&R'.

Mittens would freely admit if there was one thing cats were good at… it was being lazy. Just laze around the porch and watch the fields across the road. Unfortunately there was a certain dog who always interrupted her attempts to bring laziness to a art form. And she could already hear him approaching with stick in his mouth. With an over dramatic sigh, Mittens turn to find Bolt standing above her. Wagging his tail as he dropped the stick down beside her.

"Again?" asked Mitten as she got up and stretch. Truth be told she really didn't mind these moments of playing fetch with Bolt. But she was a cat and had an image to maintain. God forbid if a cat ever appeared eager to play with a dog.

"Come on Mittens," said Bolt as he used the 'beg' look on her. Ears went down and those eyes got bigger. Practically begging her to play with him.

"Are you trying to use the 'beg' look on me? The 'beg' look that I taught you?" asked Mittens with a raised eyebrow. Bolt simply responded back giving a whimper. Ok now that was just low. Now she was actually feeling guilty for not instantly grabbing the stick and throwing it.

"Fine! Fine!" said Mittens as she grabbed the stick and threw it out towards the yard. With a happy bark, Bolt was dashing across the grassy field to the stick in the air. Mittens admired how Bolt easily caught the stick in mid-air. Maybe he didn't have super powers. But all those stunts made him a dog better in shape than most. And handsome as well. Shows didn't use ugly dogs after all. He was agile, good looking, and… and… oh crap she was doing it again.

As Bolt started trotting back towards her, she shook her head of those thoughts she just had. Thoughts she was having more and more often. Cats normally didn't like dogs. In fact usually when she saw a dog, she just saw a slobbering beast that drooled too much. But Bolt was… exceptional. Had the whole white knight complex with a charming smile and strong body. And so far she hadn't seen him drool once.

And as for her? She wasn't exactly a prize even by cat standards. Living in alleys, trying to survive without even claws to defend herself hadn't made it easy. She remembered how thin and scrawny she looked back then. With crooked whiskers and the smell of garbage hanging around her. A good grooming, bath, and plenty of food helped change that. But she didn't see Bolt giving admiring looks towards her. Face it, to him she was always going to be that ugly cat in the alley. A great stick thrower, but probably as attracted to her as he was attracted to Rhino.

"Come on, you can throw it harder than that," said Bolt after dropping the stick to her feet.

"Um yeah sure," said Mittens awkwardly. Wishing just once she could stop thinking about Bolt. She quickly grabbed the stick and put a bit more strength with her throw. But Bolt didn't start chasing it. Instead he was still staring at her.

"You ok Mittens?" asked Bolt. There was that white knight complex coming up again. He knew something wasn't quite right and wanted to see if she was alright.

"Yeah, just… Bolt how do see me?" asked Mittens. Oh she so shouldn't ask this. These are the types of questions that are only going to get her hurt. Bolt studied her for a moment before smiling.

"Well you're my best friend Mittens."

Ouch.

"You're like the sister I never had."

Oh wow, yeah this really was hurting.

"I want us to be friends forever," said Bolt before giving her a very brotherly like pat on the shoulder.

Wow… it was amazing how in five seconds you can suddenly feel as attractive as a styrofoam peanut.

"Thanks Bolt, that's swell," said Mittens with a forced grin. Great, she was practically Bolt's sister. Bolt's unattractive, scrawny sister. Bolt gave a grin, obviously thinking he had just made her feel better. And without another second, ran towards the stick that had landed in the yard.

After another good five throws, Mittens claimed her arm was sore and that she was going to take a walk through the woods. Bolt simply gave a nod as he happily chewed his stick.

"What's wrong with me," muttered Mittens as she stared at the path she was walking on. She should be thankful beyond belief. She had a home now. She had a family. That was a lot more than what she had three months ago. So what if the one guy she was falling for didn't feel the same way. She could get over this.

Suddenly a shadow fell over Mittens. She looked up to see a white dog standing in front of her. A dog who somehow got within a couple of feet of her without making a single sound.

"Bolt?" said Mittens. He look just like Bolt, but some instinct told her it wasn't him.

"You're trespassing," said the dog. His voice was deeper than Bolt's and Bolt never had that a look that dark on his face. There was no doubt in Mittens mind that this was definitely not Bolt.

"Who are you?" asked Mitten as she felt the hairs on her back begin to rise.

"I'm Thunder," said the dog with a smirk.