A/N: I don't own "SWAT Kats", tell me what you think. Should I continue or just leave it alone?

'Beep beep beep..' the sound of the alarm clock ringing in my ears as I reached out and hit the off button. My head pounding as I graoned and pulled the pillow over my head. I couldn't move, I didn't want to move, I wasn't ready to face the day. As I groaned again and sat up, sling my legs over the edge and putting my head in my hands. I could feel the headache getting worse, as I pulled myself up and shuffled toward the kitchen. I needed coffee, I needed to get ready for tonight.

After everything I now worked as a bartender in a bar. I moved out of MegaKat city, I didn't even know if my best friend and partner was still alive, or okay. I just packed my stuff and left, I hadn't seen him or talked to him in years. I ran my hand through my shaggy hair and headed for the shower. I knew that if I was late, I was going to get it from my boss. But as I made my way toward the bathroom, I grabbed some advil, I needed to get rid of the pounding in my head. I needed to not feel anything, as I also grabbed a beer and walked headed for the shower.

It was I stepped out and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that I started to think about the good old days. The days that I did something for the city, that I was appreciated and not spit at. I was the hero, but no one knew that I was a hero. No one knew that we were behind those masks. Or are history, they just knew that we saved the city and they cheered for us. They ranted about us, and congratulated us, slapping us on our backs. Telling us what a good job we had done, and that they appreciated us.

Of course, I knew that my partner didn't want that, he more into fading into the background. But he was still appreciated the words that were said about us. I wanted more than that, I wanted to let everyone know, but in a way I was glad that we didn't let them know. Those days are gone though now, I know live in a city away from Megakat City, and work as a bartender. I watch people have a life in front of me, I have turned toward the bottle more than once to get away from the memories. Most of the time I don't even go in sober anymore, I just walk in around 5pm and don't leave until 7am, only to come back to an empty apartment and collapse on the bed. Sometimes sober sometimes drunk and sometimes with a pounding headache. Either way, my heart still aches to be able to go back to those days. Back to those days of not having a care in the world and just living life as it came flying at me. Laughing just for the heck of it...I haven't laughed since that fateful day. I haven't smiled I haven't even lost my temper since that day. Its just a dull ache in my heart, and when I look into my eyes I don't even see my old self. I see someone that doesn't exist just someone that lost his spark for life and shouldn't be there.

Sighing I walked out the door and headed for the truck, I needed to get to work. Climbing in, I headed drove down the road. The headache was starting to go away, but the acheing my heart was at full force. The tragic memories are constantly on my mind, but the good old days seem always out of reach in my mind. I can't even picture my partner anymore or the garage. When a good memory pops in my mind, I don't even remember everything, and it disappears so fast that it always seems out of reach.

As I walked into the bar, I could already smell the alcholo that was flowing. The laughter the DJ spinning the disks on the turntables, the sound of laughter running through my ears, as I took my position behind the bar. People walking up and ordering thier drinks, and me just smiling slightly as I prepared them and handed each of them to them. Some of the women flittering with me, while others just order thier drinks and got away from the bar. I knew tonight was going to be a long night, and those memories only seemed to cloud my mind. As I prepared a drink and handed it to the customer.

The night seemed to drag on and on, as I kept preparing them. Then a young woman walked up, she had long black hair with white in different parts. Her eyes seemed to gleam in the dull light and the way that she held her self, told me that she wasn't someone to be wrecked in with. She smirked at me and ordered a beer, I handed it to her and she stared into my eyes. Why did she look familiar? How come I felt like I knew her? She walked away and I couldn't help but stare at her as she walked away. I found myself wracking my brain trying to think about who she was.

It was as we closed up that I realized she was still there. She was off in a far corner watching me, clean up. Some of her long hair had fell over one of her eyes, as she smiled at me.
"Caleb, could you lock up!" Yellowed the DJ.
"Sure Mike" I replied

"I will see you tomorrow then"
"Bye" I called after him as he walked out, and then I turned toward her. She had moved across the floor, closer to me.

"You do realize that we are closed right" I asked

"Yeah I know, but I wanted to talk with you"

"Oh" an eyeridge going up as I stared at her.
"Yeah, 'Caleb'" She said bitterly, "That isn't even your real name" My eyeridge went higher and then my eyes narrowed as I stared at her.
"Who are you? And what right do you have to talk to me like that?"
"Chance...you don't even now who I am anymore" She said
"That isn't my name anymore...it's.."
"Caleb" She finished, it took all my might not to reach out and hit her. Instead I just growled and headed back for the bar.

"Jake is dying...do you realize that. Do you realize that the doctors aren't even giving him a year to live. Or that the garage has gone under, or that Jake is..."
"Jake is what?" I snapped at her, "And you still haven't answered my question on who are you?" She narrowed her eyes at me, and as she did I put it together. The woman standing in front of me was Lt. Feral better know as Felina.

"Lt. Feral" I said, shocked at what I was seeing.

"Its commmander now, but yes its me" She replied,

"How did you find me"
"Very carefully and I came here in hopes of bring you back"
"No, I'm not going back. He doesn't need me anymore"
"Yes he did...he needs you, I need you"
"No you don't...no one needs me"
"Yes they do, you are just too stubborn to see it" I growled again, because deep down I knew that I needed to go back. I know that I should go back, and face it and see Jake. Something was pulling me to go back, but something else was telling not to go. That it was probably a trap and I wasn't ready to go back.

"You definetly haven't changed, Chance Furlong. That is your name, not Caleb" She growled, before she yanked the door open and walked. I just stared at the door watching it shut as I thought about everything that I should of done, and should be doing.