A promise
By Edward "Winter" Weldon
This is my first attempt at writing one of these alternate universe fics so any flames
will be accepted. But anyhow, this is set in the Dark SWAT Kats universe a couple of
months after they were busted and features my own RP character Alex Weathers,
making his debut in fanfiction and my shameless attempt to make a connection
between my fics and those of my peers.
So on with the legal junk: I do not own the SWAT Kats or Jake "Razor" Clawson,
which are property of Hanna Barbara, nor do I own Katrina "Trina" Korat, who is
property of Sagey (Hail Sagey and the stix), but I do own Alex "Knight" Weathers,
who is my own character and if you use him without my permission, you will find
thyself on the receiving end of a large polo mallet. Get it? Got it? Good!
*******************************
The cold winter rain ran off the visitor's long black coat as he stepped off the boat at
the docks. Alkatraz was even more forbidding and sombre in the dark half-light than it
normally did and the occational flashes of lightning made it light up like a great black
fortress from a horror movie. But it took a lot to scare this kat.
A couple of guards ran over to him, water streaming off their rain cloaks and rifles
poised. The visitor pulled a badge from his coat and showed them his ID. "Megakat
Bureau of Investigation, I'm here to see Jake Clawson," He said, clear and level. His
accent was upper class English, with just a hint of North-eastern Geordie. "Huh, Megs
to see the SWAT Kat. C'mon, you know the drill," One of the guards said, grumbling
in the rain.
They led the agent inside to a check in office. The clerk behind the reinforced glass
screen was a chain smoking old she-kat in her sixties. "Please deposit any weapons,
ammunition, sharp objects, lighters or…" She trailed off in mid-sentence as the tall
agent pulled a long, beautifully crafted broadsword from under his coat and laid it on
the table. He then rolled up a sleeve and un-strapped a small fold up crossbow.
Dropping it on the table along with a number of arrow clips and a lethal looking
dagger. "I…is that it sir?" The clerk asked, nervously sparking up another cigarette.
"No, that's about it," He replied, a slight glint in his bright blue eyes.
Jake wandered the exercise yard, his fur completely plastered to his body by the rain.
He shivered, but he hid it well. In here, if you showed any weakness, the vulture
would circle and you were dead meat. Besides, "Razor" had an image to maintain. It
was what kept him alive. Periodically he would scowl at one of the guards. Even here
and now, his once comforting amber eyes could take on a frightening power when he
wanted them to.
He then noticed a couple of guards crossing the yard with rifles. They were fixed on
him. "What now?" He snarled at them as they approached. "You got a visitor
Clawson. There's a Meg here to see you," The lead guard said, full of contempt for
the former terrorist. A sudden pang of regret rang through Jake's heart at the mention
of the MBI. It made him think of…of Trina.
Jake was led into the visiting room. On the other side of the glass was sat a young kat
in MBI uniform and a long coat, still wet from the rain. He was a clear eight inches
taller than Jake, but probably the same build, it was hard to tell with that coat. His fur
was a silvery colour with black stripes and his medium length hair was a slightly
darker grey. But what drew Jake's attention the most were the eyes, bright blue and
sparkling like sapphires. They regarded him with a cool, considered intelligence.
"Jake Clawson AKA Razor, age, twenty three, currently serving a life sentence for
terrorism, armed robbery, trafficking illegal substances, destruction of property, grand
theft, murder…the list of charges is quite extensive so I won't into it in full but suffice
it to say you've been a very naughty boy Mr Clawson," The agent said, remaining
calm and impassive.
"You've done your homework," Jake sneered. "Only what I read in the papers," He
returned, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. "So what? You here to see if I'm
sorry yet? To see Razor broken down for you Megs to gloat over?" Jake growled back
defiantly.
"Not quite Mr Clawson," The agent replied, completely unfazed. "I'm here because of
the very real possibility of your escape or god forbid, your parole. And as unlikely as
your getting out here alive may seem, I still consider it a possibility," "So let me
guess, I break the law again, you Megs'll be on me like a ton of bricks," Jake sneered
again.
"Yes…and no. You see, it's a little more than that," The agent replied. He then looked
Jake right in the eyes. The agent's own eyes seemed to glow, with an utterly un-
natural blue light. "If you ever do anything to hurt Trina again, there will be no
second chances. No matter where you hide, no matter how far you run, if you so much
as make her cry, I promise you I will find you and will wish you were back with Dark
Kat before I'm done with you," He snarled, the glow of his eyes getting more and
more intense as he went on.
Jake shuddered, not the least because of the young agent's threat. But it was the
mention of Trina's name that really shook him. Of all the terrible things he'd done in
Dark Kat's service, it was hurting Trina, breaking the heart of the woman he had
loved that he had truly regretted. The night that he had hit her was burned into his
mind like a white-hot brand*. "Huh, and what does she mean to you?" He growled,
putting on a show of strength for his antagonist.
The agent just stood and turned his back on him. "Evidently, a lot more than she
means to you." He then just walked away. The guard then prodded Jake in the back
with the barrel of his rifle. "C'mon Clawson, back to the yard." As he was led away,
Jake's still wet fur hid the tears that ran down his face. The agent's sheer hate of him,
his anger at what he had done to Trina…It just brought home all the terrible things
he'd done. For the first time he truly realized his crimes and also…that he'd lost her,
forever…
The agent was led back to the check-in desk. The chain-smoking clerk handed him a
form. "Your…effects agent…" "Weathers," He replied. "Agent Alex weathers." He
slid the sword back into its sheath under his coat and concealing it. He then turned to
one of the guards. "You will of course continue to forward any reports on Mr
Clawson or his partner to me, won't you?" He asked in a polite, measured tone. The
guard simply nodded. Agent Weathers started to walk away, but stopped just before
he reached the door.
"Oh and on that note, I would appreciate it if you did not send through any records of
this visit to the bureau, seeing as this was not strictly MBI business." "Sir?" The guard
inquired, a little confused. "Agent Weathers just gave him a slight grin from the
corner of his mouth. "This was a…personal matter and therefore not to be on bureau
records. Do you understand?" He stated politely. The guard simply nodded. "Good,
now if you will excuse me, I am somewhat late for a prior engagement," He said,
smiling as he walked away to the boat dock.
Trina stood outside of her apartment building, tapping one foot and glancing at her
watch. She was wearing a new designer evening dress and was starting to get
impatient with her date's lack of presence. A moment later, a familiar Union Jack
Jaguar convertible pulled up. "What kept you?" She said, mock indignantly.
Alex got out of the car and opened a door for her. "I really must apologise for that
Lieutenant, I was held up. I just had something very important to do first," He said,
smiling at her. It had become a habit of his that he still referred to Trina as the
Lieutenant. "And might that have been?" She asked as she got into the car. "Just a
personal matter, it won't happen again."
"I should hope not Alex, or a may have to reconsider the next time you ask me out to
dinner," Trina grinned at him. "Oh don't worry Lieutenant, I think he got the
message…"
End
*Refers to "They that walk in darkness" by Sage sk
Good, bad or just plain ugly. I need to know. Please R+R or at least send your
comments, flames or death threats to edward_weldon@hotmail.com. And I will kick
your butts seriously if you don't send me some input. OH WHY WON'T YOU SEND
ME SOME INPUT?!?
By Edward "Winter" Weldon
This is my first attempt at writing one of these alternate universe fics so any flames
will be accepted. But anyhow, this is set in the Dark SWAT Kats universe a couple of
months after they were busted and features my own RP character Alex Weathers,
making his debut in fanfiction and my shameless attempt to make a connection
between my fics and those of my peers.
So on with the legal junk: I do not own the SWAT Kats or Jake "Razor" Clawson,
which are property of Hanna Barbara, nor do I own Katrina "Trina" Korat, who is
property of Sagey (Hail Sagey and the stix), but I do own Alex "Knight" Weathers,
who is my own character and if you use him without my permission, you will find
thyself on the receiving end of a large polo mallet. Get it? Got it? Good!
*******************************
The cold winter rain ran off the visitor's long black coat as he stepped off the boat at
the docks. Alkatraz was even more forbidding and sombre in the dark half-light than it
normally did and the occational flashes of lightning made it light up like a great black
fortress from a horror movie. But it took a lot to scare this kat.
A couple of guards ran over to him, water streaming off their rain cloaks and rifles
poised. The visitor pulled a badge from his coat and showed them his ID. "Megakat
Bureau of Investigation, I'm here to see Jake Clawson," He said, clear and level. His
accent was upper class English, with just a hint of North-eastern Geordie. "Huh, Megs
to see the SWAT Kat. C'mon, you know the drill," One of the guards said, grumbling
in the rain.
They led the agent inside to a check in office. The clerk behind the reinforced glass
screen was a chain smoking old she-kat in her sixties. "Please deposit any weapons,
ammunition, sharp objects, lighters or…" She trailed off in mid-sentence as the tall
agent pulled a long, beautifully crafted broadsword from under his coat and laid it on
the table. He then rolled up a sleeve and un-strapped a small fold up crossbow.
Dropping it on the table along with a number of arrow clips and a lethal looking
dagger. "I…is that it sir?" The clerk asked, nervously sparking up another cigarette.
"No, that's about it," He replied, a slight glint in his bright blue eyes.
Jake wandered the exercise yard, his fur completely plastered to his body by the rain.
He shivered, but he hid it well. In here, if you showed any weakness, the vulture
would circle and you were dead meat. Besides, "Razor" had an image to maintain. It
was what kept him alive. Periodically he would scowl at one of the guards. Even here
and now, his once comforting amber eyes could take on a frightening power when he
wanted them to.
He then noticed a couple of guards crossing the yard with rifles. They were fixed on
him. "What now?" He snarled at them as they approached. "You got a visitor
Clawson. There's a Meg here to see you," The lead guard said, full of contempt for
the former terrorist. A sudden pang of regret rang through Jake's heart at the mention
of the MBI. It made him think of…of Trina.
Jake was led into the visiting room. On the other side of the glass was sat a young kat
in MBI uniform and a long coat, still wet from the rain. He was a clear eight inches
taller than Jake, but probably the same build, it was hard to tell with that coat. His fur
was a silvery colour with black stripes and his medium length hair was a slightly
darker grey. But what drew Jake's attention the most were the eyes, bright blue and
sparkling like sapphires. They regarded him with a cool, considered intelligence.
"Jake Clawson AKA Razor, age, twenty three, currently serving a life sentence for
terrorism, armed robbery, trafficking illegal substances, destruction of property, grand
theft, murder…the list of charges is quite extensive so I won't into it in full but suffice
it to say you've been a very naughty boy Mr Clawson," The agent said, remaining
calm and impassive.
"You've done your homework," Jake sneered. "Only what I read in the papers," He
returned, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. "So what? You here to see if I'm
sorry yet? To see Razor broken down for you Megs to gloat over?" Jake growled back
defiantly.
"Not quite Mr Clawson," The agent replied, completely unfazed. "I'm here because of
the very real possibility of your escape or god forbid, your parole. And as unlikely as
your getting out here alive may seem, I still consider it a possibility," "So let me
guess, I break the law again, you Megs'll be on me like a ton of bricks," Jake sneered
again.
"Yes…and no. You see, it's a little more than that," The agent replied. He then looked
Jake right in the eyes. The agent's own eyes seemed to glow, with an utterly un-
natural blue light. "If you ever do anything to hurt Trina again, there will be no
second chances. No matter where you hide, no matter how far you run, if you so much
as make her cry, I promise you I will find you and will wish you were back with Dark
Kat before I'm done with you," He snarled, the glow of his eyes getting more and
more intense as he went on.
Jake shuddered, not the least because of the young agent's threat. But it was the
mention of Trina's name that really shook him. Of all the terrible things he'd done in
Dark Kat's service, it was hurting Trina, breaking the heart of the woman he had
loved that he had truly regretted. The night that he had hit her was burned into his
mind like a white-hot brand*. "Huh, and what does she mean to you?" He growled,
putting on a show of strength for his antagonist.
The agent just stood and turned his back on him. "Evidently, a lot more than she
means to you." He then just walked away. The guard then prodded Jake in the back
with the barrel of his rifle. "C'mon Clawson, back to the yard." As he was led away,
Jake's still wet fur hid the tears that ran down his face. The agent's sheer hate of him,
his anger at what he had done to Trina…It just brought home all the terrible things
he'd done. For the first time he truly realized his crimes and also…that he'd lost her,
forever…
The agent was led back to the check-in desk. The chain-smoking clerk handed him a
form. "Your…effects agent…" "Weathers," He replied. "Agent Alex weathers." He
slid the sword back into its sheath under his coat and concealing it. He then turned to
one of the guards. "You will of course continue to forward any reports on Mr
Clawson or his partner to me, won't you?" He asked in a polite, measured tone. The
guard simply nodded. Agent Weathers started to walk away, but stopped just before
he reached the door.
"Oh and on that note, I would appreciate it if you did not send through any records of
this visit to the bureau, seeing as this was not strictly MBI business." "Sir?" The guard
inquired, a little confused. "Agent Weathers just gave him a slight grin from the
corner of his mouth. "This was a…personal matter and therefore not to be on bureau
records. Do you understand?" He stated politely. The guard simply nodded. "Good,
now if you will excuse me, I am somewhat late for a prior engagement," He said,
smiling as he walked away to the boat dock.
Trina stood outside of her apartment building, tapping one foot and glancing at her
watch. She was wearing a new designer evening dress and was starting to get
impatient with her date's lack of presence. A moment later, a familiar Union Jack
Jaguar convertible pulled up. "What kept you?" She said, mock indignantly.
Alex got out of the car and opened a door for her. "I really must apologise for that
Lieutenant, I was held up. I just had something very important to do first," He said,
smiling at her. It had become a habit of his that he still referred to Trina as the
Lieutenant. "And might that have been?" She asked as she got into the car. "Just a
personal matter, it won't happen again."
"I should hope not Alex, or a may have to reconsider the next time you ask me out to
dinner," Trina grinned at him. "Oh don't worry Lieutenant, I think he got the
message…"
End
*Refers to "They that walk in darkness" by Sage sk
Good, bad or just plain ugly. I need to know. Please R+R or at least send your
comments, flames or death threats to edward_weldon@hotmail.com. And I will kick
your butts seriously if you don't send me some input. OH WHY WON'T YOU SEND
ME SOME INPUT?!?