I don't own the Thundercats this is a fan fiction.
AN: A very much wish fulfillment, Gary Stu sort of fanfiction, so knowing this continue to read the story at your own discretion. Constructive Criticisms and Suggestions are always welcomed.
For years I lived thinking about how could my life end up the way it did, I was always an honest, caring, and helpful person. All through my school years, I was the guy that people went to if they had a problem, and if I could solve it I did, never did I ask for some sort of compensation.
So it makes me wonder who is it that being the person I am, I always end up feeling alone, my mother was really the only real friend I ever had and once she died I pretty much had no one. All those people that I helped turned their backs on me once I as they put it outlived my usefulness.
Seeing that the world had nothing to offer I concentrated on doing a job that would take me as far away from normal life as possible, I enrolled in the United States Marine Corp. Wouldn't you know it, the world I was trying to leave behind followed me there too. I went through things that most people would have turned into an absolute raving lunatic and some people say I am.
I am forty years old, single, never married and no one is going to call me papa, well my cat could but I don't speak her language so I would never be able to tell. As a veteran I got one simple pleasure in life, you see when I was a kid I used to love the old cartoon Thundercats. I am almost embarrassed to say it but I also had a bit of a crush on the one of the members, what can I say, I was a hormonally influenced teen and Cheetara looked really good to me on those cold winter nights.
The thing I never understood was why did the leader of this group wasn't hitting on her every chance he got, I mean if I was close to her and I had a shot, I would definitely be trying to win that lady's, heart, then again I was just an innocent teenager then, never seen the true horrors of war, and never seen a friend's head blow up into pieces and have to clean off what's left of his brains off my uniform.
My one guilty pleasure is watching my old favorite cartoon with a glass of Rum. I just loved to see it so much I skipped eating for a few weeks just so that I could buy the master edition on DVD.
One day I got up from my couch which sadly is also my bed, and walked towards the screen. I looked at my childhood crush and for a fleeting second, I wished she was real, that there was a way to escape my rotten, lonely and miserable life. "If you were real and a part of my life, how would my life be? I think you are the thing I always missed having, a person who could keep my feet on the ground, a person who was there as my support."
This Rum must be pure because next thing I know I was looking at something from a comic book, I kid you not, I was looking at a large, swirling purple gas cloud, which for a second made me wonder what the hell was in the Rum I been drinking, and before I could even think it through I tripped and everything went dark.
Next thing I know I am outside and I could feel the wind and the sun on my face, which is rather odd. I was watching my show at night after all, and second, there was something missing, oh that is right I am missing my usual hangover.
"Great I got stinking drunk, fell out of my window and probably broke my television too. Could life get any worse?" I slowly opened my eyes and I realized that I had no clue where the hell I was, but I knew something from looking at the sky, I was sure not in Texas anymore.
The air was fresh, the smell of the flowers was wonderful and for once in my entire life I was not coughing or sneezing. It was like I was in a place where pollution and smog didn't touch or existed.
The grass felt soft like my old coach never did, I heard voices but they were speaking in a language I never even heard before, it almost reminded me of my old cat Binky. I tried to stand but I still felt dizzy, must be because I fell out of my window and I was hurt. I slowly opened my eyes and saw something that made no sense to me.
The sky was supposed to be blue, but it was closer to a pale orange, I looked for the place the voices came, that was a mistake, the people I saw were definitely not humans, they had cat features on they bodies and faces. The only thing missing has they had no tails at it were and they were all wearing strange clothes.
I began to try and walk away from them, in this situation I simply couldn't be too careful. I could have been taken from my world, or I could be in a world that could consider me an invader. I needed to put as much distance between me and the feline looking people as possible.
I had no idea where I could go, but something told me that I needed to get away and fast, something made my instincts scream that I was not safe, I guess not having any weapons might have contributed to that feeling.
'I am in a strange world, full of aliens that somehow feel like I seen someone like this in my old favorite cartoon, but these people are real, and they don't seem like anything close to what I think a cartoon would look like.'
I looked at my surroundings, 'First order of business, I need a means to defend myself. I feel naked without a weapon, guess old habits really do die hard.' I walked through keeping my face and hands from being seen by the strange people that were where I found myself.
I kept discretely looking around and realized I was in some sort of plaza, or a garden plaza to be more specific. There must be a shed for the gardener to keep his tools in. At this point, anything I find in there would have to suffice for a means to protect myself.
As I went into the shed I couldn't believe my rotten luck, a bo staff was the only thing I found useful in the entire shed. Well at the very least I would have something to use while I try to regain my balance. I know how to use this as a weapon, who knew dating Michelle would end up helping me now.
I took the Bo staff in hand and began using it as a walking stick. As long as I had this thing, I could walk pretty much normal. I just really had to concentrate on not showing my hands and face to anyone, if they were like the people of my world. They would try to kill me and dissect me in some lab.
I kept walking till I reached a gateway and it was a guarded gateway. I would have to be able to talk with them if I wanted to escape this place but I simply didn't understand what anyone was saying, I just knew I had to get out of here, I felt like I was in enemy territory, without armor or a weapon. I felt so naked it was beyond something I ever wanted to feel.
I began to look at the trees and I saw that one actually grew higher than the wall that surrounded the garden plaza where I was, if I couldn't exit like the other people, there was only one alternative. I had to take the only other route out of this place, and I had to take it even if it would make me seem like a crook.
I climbed up the tree using the staff and used it to balance myself as I walked towards the top of the wall. I made it and with a light jump, I managed to get on the wall. The only problem was that there was no tree or large body of water for me to use to get down.
I suddenly felt like a tree that got stuck on a tree after being chased by a dog. 'Well unlike the cat in the tree, I doubt that anyone would bother rescuing me.' I kept looking until I found a house that was just the same height as the wall if not a little bigger. I jumped from the wall and onto the roof.
I nearly slipped and fell off the roof, but thanks to the staff I was able to keep my balance. I looked for the thing I knew a house like this would have, it was a drainage pipe. I began to climb down the drainage pipe and as I was near a window I heard someone singing, I don't know what moved me to stop and listen, but it sounded like the most beautiful voice I ever heard in my life.
I began to shake my head and I tried to clear my head, I was about to do something colossally stupid and look through a window to see where the singing was coming from. I continued to climb down until my feet touched the floor.
That is when I felt like someone was glaring at me, and for a brief second I saw my reflection in the eyes of the person yelling at me, I simply couldn't understand what she was saying, but what really shocked me was that I looked like I was eighteen again. The second thing that shocked me was that this woman, who was truly beautiful reminded me of my childhood crush.
She must have been really angry at me because she tried to hit me with her Bo staff. I blocked it and we fought like this for what seemed to be half an hour. I just kept blocking her attacks and she kept getting more and angrier, so her strikes became more violent. That is when I felt someone hit me on the back of my head and everything went black again.
I woke up and I was chained to a bed somewhere, well at least I got to see someone like Cheetara from my old cartoon, well not exactly, she sure looked nicer even if she looked like she wanted to beat my skull in, those golden eyes, those lips, that nose, I saw it at least a thousand times, I couldn't mistake her for anyone.
"I guess there are worst fates now that I think about it, I am young again, in a world unlike mine, and at least I got to meet someone from my fantasies. Now how in the world am I going to return to my own world, to my own reality?"
I looked at the shackles on my wrist and the didn't seem to have a keyhole. The only thing I could do is beat one of the shackles on my wrists on the frame of the bed, "Come to think of it, why would I even want to return to my dimension in the first place, it's not like I have anyone waiting for me, or even a place that feels like home."
I kept beating the shackle against the frame of the bed, and I kept thinking out loud, "Well I guess I wouldn't be in this mess if they at least knew my language. I could have explained things to someone, but that is neither here nor there. First things first, get free, get some clothes and escape. I somehow don't think the people of this world are going to be so merciful with me, especially if they can't even understand what I say."
I kept beating the shackle until I heard the voice of a mature man, "And what exactly do you plan to do after you escape from this hospital? Are you going to attack someone, kill that poor innocent man and take his possessions? Even if you did escape where are you planning to go? I know you are desperate young one, but you really need to think things through."
I stopped beating the shackle against the bed frame and began to look at the mass of metal tied on both my wrists. "Who is talking to me, and do you know where I am?" The man came out from behind the curtain that separated me and him.
I was again shocked but for another reason, I swear he looked like the wise man that used to advice Lion-o in the old cartoon, only he looked quite different from the way he looked in the cartoon and quite alive.
"You are a hospital in the Capital City on Thundera. I am sorry to say a student of mine thought that you were peeping at her when she was bathing, and she tried to knock you out for being a peeping tom. The man who knocked you out is also another student of mine. I am called Jaga, and I am the master of the Royal Guard, and who are you? It seems our vaccinations have given you a basic understanding of our language how curious."
I can't believe I was on the planet I once wish so much to visit when I was a kid, "I am Sergeant Hector Flores, formerly of the United States Marines. I had no means of talking to the guard of the gateway in the garden plaza, I had to take a bo staff as my only means of self-defense, and I didn't intend to peep on her bathing, I simply wanted to listen to more of her singing, it's quite beautiful, even if I couldn't understand the words."
He began laughing like I told him a joke, "You have to understand you would not be the first person to try and peep at Cheetara bathing, two of my own students even tried when they were younger than you, that is why she never wants to even consider them for any sort of relationship other than work related."
Being in the presence of this wise man made me feel at ease for some reason. "I will believe what you just said, do you have any advice for me, a human far from his own dimension, and no means or desire to return there? Care to offer a lonely human some advice? I think Jaga the Wise would know what I should do better than I do give my recent mistakes."
He laughed once again and touched my shackles, "Hector you are a strange one to know the way people call me, and even to trust me as you do. You have no home it seems or at least no place that feels like home. I guess I only have one thing I can do since you don't have a home I will adopt you, and give you one."
