A/N, Hey readers, this is my first topcat story, its not a slash, just a brotherly kind of bond between Choochoo and Topcat. Fel free to write me back and tell me what you thought of it, hope you all enjoy so here it goes!
The cold had begun to take a turn for the worst during the beginnings of winter in New York city. Gastly chilling winds blew through the streets and alleyways, forcing many of the public inside as the gently decent of flakes began trailing downward onto the homes and skyscrapers. Along Hoagie Alley, a trashcan shook continuously as its inhabitant shivered. The lid popped off revealing that of Top Cat, TC to his friends. He looked around the lone alley, snow beginning to blanket over the trash and debrie that traveled along the white painted fence, his teeth chattering as he spoke out loud.
"jejej jeez!!! ff Feelss like a an icebox out here!" He noticed that he stood alone at the moment, not a soul out for as far as the eye could see.
"hmmm, ww where is everybbuddy?" He asked, his paws brushing up and own his shoulders. He frowned and then grabbed both lids off the adjacent trash cans, he wasn't going to be the only one out in the cold if he could help it. He began banging them together, signaling the troops. Within minutes, the gang assembled before him, all donning scarves and hats.
"Hey TC!" Benny,
"TC whats happenin man?" Fancy,
"Hiya TC" Choochoo,
"Like Hey there Dad whats up?" Spook,
"duh whats the signal about TC?" Brain, the yellow purple vested cat leaned over his trashcan.
"Gentleman, winter is upon us, and I am without proper seasonal residence. I only think its fair if I'm to remain your loyal betrusted leader, I will need something of the more "Insulated" nature, don't you?" He said, making a note of it by tapping on his can with a paw. The four felines nodded their heads, smiles on their faces as they expected a plan to hide out from the winter's grasp.
"What do you wanna do TC?" Choochoo asked,
"Ah a very good question Chooch, very good, I'll tell you what we shall do. Officer Dibble will be cutting his hours shorter now, noone seemes to have the effort to commit crimes in these conditions, so we are going to take up shelter in a home that will open its arms to us." Brain spoke up,
"duh, like how are we gonna do that TC?"
"Well just a minute here lemme think...*snap* I've got it! A Warehouse! They have to keep them heated during the winter to keep the locks from snapping their keys in half, Benny, you go fetch us a few blankets, Spook, your on TV patrol, try and snag us a color one, Brain, you and Fancy are on armchair duty, Chooch, you keep a lookout for officer Dibble, I'll scout out a good entrance point in one of the warehouses. Lets go men lets go, time is not to be wasted!" He said eagerly, clapping his hands for the gang to move out. All the felines split up and went on to their duties, TopCat climbed out to the can and headed off into the direction of the storage facilites, thankfully security wasn't exactly thriving in his neck of the woods, allowing him to sneak through the gates and up to some of the doors. He spotted an open window on the far left and looked in.
The inside was illuminated by the floresect lights that hung atop the high ceiling, the place seemed to be filled with boxes, plenty of hiding areas, perfect.
TC climbed up and inside and headed down towards the back of the warehouse. Turning to his right, there lay the oppertune place to take up shop. Boxes and crates forming three high walls, only leaving a small gap against the back wall to sneek through into the space. He turned and exited the building and headed back into the alley.
It took only an hour or so for the gang to return, though, in the cold weather, every minute seemed to drag itself slower than the last. He saw the silloutes of Benny, Spook, Brain and Fancy returning to the alley arms full of supplies.
"Like TC, check it out man, I even snagged us one of them recliners!" Spook said proudly, pulling the large chair behind him on a four wheeled palate.
"Very good, Spook, thinking long term, I like where your head it at, Brain, Fancy, is that a 24 inch I see?"
"Yeah TC, this nice lady just like gave it to us, she already had a new one!"
"Ah, nice, quite nice, I take it the old charmer had a bit of a part in this?" TC inquired, Fancy smirked and rolled his eyes. Brain spoke up,
"Like hey TC did you find us a place to stay?" TC nodded, without responding he lead them toward the warehouse, TC climbed through the window and unlocked the door from inside. He pointed out the places for everything as the troop marched in with their loot. Once inside, the gang stared at the walls of boxes before them.
Spook, "Hey uh TC baby, we aren't gonna be able to fit the recliner and the tv through that little space against the wall."
"And thats why we're going to ask the assistance of this here pulley hook." Top Cat said confidently as he leaned against it above his gang. Throwing the hook down to the group he directed their movements in securing each item before letting them all hoist the recliner, TV and mattress and blankets up and over the wall. Getting everything set up and in place, Top Cat led his cronies through the small gap into their new found hangout.
TC got himself comfy in the recliner, pulling the lever back and propping up his feet.
"Ah, well gang this is living! Now if only we had some beverages and a few munchupons, this would be a step down from a hotel." The cat sat back happily and cruised through the channels before falling asleep, his head tilted forward, purple hat tipped over his yellow eyelids. The others found their resting places amongst the old battered king sized mattress and blankets, everyone curled up, nice and warm.
Officer Dibble found himself struggling to control the squad car as the snow thickened and built up over the street. Maintaining a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel he gritted his teeth to keep the car straight.
"Man, if it is the last thing I do, I am getting the Sarge to put in the request for snow tires, this is just dangerous." He grumbled to himself. Heading up the road he could barely see with the flakes coming down in strong force. As he straightened the car out he reached down to pick up his whistle that had fallen to the floor earlier. Pulling himself up and back to the windsheild he saw something right in front of him, not more than ten feet away. Stomping on the brakes, he tried to bring the car to a quick stop but he found it was too late, his front grill connected with something, and it hit hard. Dibble yanked the keys out of th ignition and opened the door. He'd never hit anything in all his years as a police officer and he couldn't believe today would change all that. He walked around to the front of the car, each step filling hm with dread, was it a nice old lady he just drove into? Was it a child playing in the snow? He got the front and brought a hand to his mouth.
Oh no...
In front of his squad car, covered in snow and ice, laid the form of a cat face down in the street. Dibble kneeled down and brushed some of the building snow away, finding pink fur underneath.
"Oh no...Choochoo...Oh what am I gonna do, if the sarge don't have my head for this, I know Top Cat will, and I won't have a leg to stand on either." He said to himself as his gently lifted the pink cat off the street, holding his limp body in his arms, he checked for a pulse on Choochoo's neck. His eyes were closed, the cheerful siamese orbs shut from the world. Officer Dibble breathed a deep sigh of relief when he felt a steady pulse coming from the pink cat. He took him back to the car and sat him down in the front seat, grabbing a blanket from the trunk and wrapped him up in it, trying to allow his body to warm a little. He then got back into the driver's seat and thought for a minute of what to do. Looking around, he couldn't see any other parts of TC's gang, or even the small time gangster trouble maker himself. He knew he had to explain what happened, it was the right to do, however bad the consequences of it may have been. He started the car and kept it warm as he got out and marched over to Top Cat's trash can.
He tapped on the lid once,
and once more,
"Top Cat? You there? I need to tell you something." He asked, peeling off the lid. He was suprised to see nothing but an alarmclock and a few battered pillows.
"hmm, must of already left for the day, but where would he go on a day like this?" He shivered as he poised his question outloud. Looking back and forth over the alley, it sat empty and silent, even his police phone sat uninterrupting the scene before the officer. Dibble headed back to his car, closed the door and shifted the car into gear, this time barely crawling along the road, keeping his eyes glued to the windshiled. He just wanted to make it home now, nothing else. it was about fifteen minutes before he parked alongside the curb of his apartment, blowing out a deep breath as he took in the lastest of events. Getting out of the car, he walked over to the other side and hoisted Choochoo out and flopped him over his shoulder as he made his way up the stairs. Opening the door, he dropped the keys on the table and laid Choo choo down on his bed, still wrapped up in the blanket. leaving the unconcious kitty in the bedroom, the veteran officer made his way over to his chair. He would come home most days and lean back in it, prop his feet on the atumen and let all the aches and pains of his daily toils with TC ease out of him. Dibble stared at the ceiling,
oh boy, what a day what a day huh? I guess I should be happy, I mean at least Choochoo hasn't used up all his nine lives it seems...still jeepers creepers..
His musings were cut short as he heard a yawn come from the bedroom. He leapt from his chair and over to the doorway. Choochoo was sitting up, he blinked a few times, trying to get his vison clear as he licked his chops. Choochoo looked around dazed,
"where..where am I? He then noticed the man standing in the doorway.
"Officer Dibble?" The veteran took off his hat and ran a hand over the top of his head.
"Whew, thank god your alright Choochoo, I thought you were a gone there for a sec!" He breathed out hastily.
"Whaddya mean, what happened?"
"Er well it was snowing really hard outside and you were in the middle of the road, I bent down to grab something and I didn't respond in time when I saw ya's so what I'm tryin to say is, I hit you with my squad car, Chooch, I'm really sorry, are ya okay?" He had to say, the admition of guilt was a weight off his shoulder, he watched as Choochoo inspected himself with his paws, feeling up his tail and then shaking his head.
"Nope alls well!" He said, his cheery tone never missing a beat,
"Ah, thats good to know, I'm gonna get some lunch ready, can you eat?" He asked. Choochoo nodded with a smile on his whiskers, forgetting about what he'd been out in the street for in the first place. Dibble wandered off into the kitchen as Choochoo laid back in the bed, it felt good to be out of the cold and in with the warmth.
A/N, hey heres the 1st part of the story laid down, chapter two will be the finale but if anyone wishes for more, merely review and tell me what you'd like. Thanks for reading and I hope you will stay for the secound part, Later!