UNWANTED

Chapter1: Enemy

A/N: Not related to any of my other stories. Thank you Ulyferal for doing the beta work on this.

The Rovers were on an uncharted island that was being used by Parvo, where he was attempting to continue his long held plans of taking over the world with his cato and caino-mutants. The team were minutes from taking the base. The only one missing was Colleen. Being pregnant with her and Hunter's first pup prevented her from coming on this mission and she was keenly missed.

As missions go, this one was fairly straight forward. They infiltrated the lair and defeated some of the henchman Parvo employed as well as a small batch of mutants in a quick, messy battle but, sadly, Parvo got away.

As they stood looking around for more target, Hunter called the government to come clean up the place and arrest the criminals.

"Everything is clear, except for Parvo getting away again," he reported.

"Roger, we'll be their in ten minutes" the government contact said briskly before ending the transmission.

Hunter took a head count and discovered one of his team was missing. "We need to move out so where's Exile?"

"He went to the lower chambers...probably looking for more cats to pound," Blitz said, shrugging his shoulders.

Hunter sighed and shook his head. "No sense going off to look for him, let's wait for him in the Sky plane," he decided. He well understood why Exile hated cato-mutants more than any creature alive. They had changed the husky from a happy dog to a cold spirited one.

None of his team mates blamed him for his attitude and they did try their best to help him deal with his inner pain but he spurned them by either ignoring or growling at them. Since they weren't psychologist, they chose to never bring up the reason for the husky's pain, leaving the subject be and never mentioning it.

As Blitz had guessed, Exile was searching the lower chambers of the lair. He cruelly laid into every cato he came in contact with. Each one only inflamed his fury more as he used them as a punching bag.

He came upon a pair of catos that seemed to be guarding something. Exile didn't care what it was as long as it gave him an opportunity to bash their heads in. Caino-mutants only received a brief pounding from him as part of the job but catos were forced bear the full brunt of his hatred. One of the pair tried to back away from him, turning to try and run but he was on it in a flash, reaching out with a paw and grabbing it by the neck.

"And just where do you think you're going?" He growled coldly, the frightened cato writhing in his paw, helplessly.

He carelessly slammed the cat against a nearby wall, knocking it out. Letting it slid limply to the floor he turned to the second cato standing near a door. Moving swiftly, he slammed the cowering cato in the gut, knocking the air out of its lungs. The cato dropped to the floor holding its stomach and trying to breathe again.

Exile looked around the area and saw no more standing enemies. All the caino and cato-mutants lay strewn about unconscious and waiting for pickup. Satisfied, he turned away to leave when a noise caught his attention.

It was coming from behind the door the cato had been standing in front of. Frowning, he approached cautiously, then slammed the door open. In one quick look, he noted this was some kind of infirmary and ahead of him was a bed that had a very pregnant cato laying there.

As he watched her, he could see the young cato was breathing hard and panting, her paws gripping the sheet covering her, sweat on her brow. It was obvious she was in active labor.

All he could do was stared in stunned disbelief as the female writhed on the bed then screamed during a particularly severe contraction. He was about to try and scat out of there when the contraction ended and she was able to relax enough to note him standing there.

"P-please rrrgh help me," she begged, panting, eyes huge with fear and pain.

"Why should I help you?" He hissed, regaining his composure enough to show her how much he loathed her.

She gives him pleading eyes, "p-please it...ahhh...my kitten...don't let it die...ohhh...it hurts so much...please help me..."

Exile scowled, not moved by her agony or pleas. He resolutely turned away and began to go back through the door when she made a more pointed plea he couldn't ignore.

"What...would...your mate do if she saw this..." the cato female panted.

Exile froze with his back to her. His mate was a tenderhearted soul. No way would she leave another female, even if it was the enemy, to suffer alone attempting to give birth. Could he do this and be able to face her later? He turned his head to look over his shoulder at the struggling mother who was crying now. stopped at the door and began to think, his wife would have help the cat instead letting it died of the pain.
Growling at himself for being weak, he stalked back to the mother's side and knelt down so he was on the same level as her. He gruffly began giving her coaching instructions to help her get through this.

"Take deep breaths and try to relax...when another contraction hits...push as hard as you can!"

She nodded as he took her paw and held it. Another contraction hit and she wailed, squeezing his paw painfully. For the next ten minutes, he encouraged her to push as hard as she could during each contraction. On one of her breaks, he quickly checked and could see the kittens head showing. A few more pushes should see it delivered.

She screamed in pain, "it hurts..."

More blood showed, which worried him. He didn't think this was normal. He chewed his tongue as he realized this cato was far too young to be doing this...curse Parvo for not giving a damn about the creatures he made...he was afraid the mother and kitten were both going to die and all this attention he was giving her would be a waste of time.

The young cato screamed again then grunted hard as a fierce contraction and need to push cut off her voice.

"Push...push harder...its almost here..." Exile shouted at her.

"I can't it hurts too much...aaaaahhhh..." she screamed as her body did what she didn't want to do.

Before he could goad her into doing more, the kitten slid out. He quickly caught it and hung it upside down to drain the fluids. Using his knife, he cut the umbilical cord and tied it off quickly. He blindly grabbed a nearby towel to dry the now wailing kitten off.

Wrapping it up tightly in a blanket apparently meant for it, made it quiet finally. He had briefly noted it was a male and seemed healthy. Relieved, Exile laid it next to its exhausted and now silent mother. He made ready to leave when he noticed something was wrong. The mother seemed far too still now.

Going back to her side, he reached down and checked her pulse...nothing...staring down at her he couldn't see her chest move, his shoulders slumped and his ear lowered as he studied her in shocked dismay. The young female's eyes were open and staring up at the ceiling...she was dead. In a moment of soft emotion, he reached up and gently closed her eyes tenderly then looked down at the kitten that was starting to mew softly.

Okay, now what should he do? Not wanting the responsibility, Exile turned and hurried to the door. Behind him the kitten's soft mews were rising in louder and louder demands for something. He tried to ignore it and continue out but its wailing grew more strident.

Sighing in disgust, he turned back and lifted the kitten into his arms a moment. It seemed to ease it enough to quiet its yells but as soon as he laid it back down and move off, it started up again. He tried again to do the same thing but again, the kitten made its strident demands, getting louder if that was even possible. Finally, he gave up...picking the kitten up and cuddling it close to his chest.

He growled down at the bundle in his arms, "don't get comfortable...you are my enemy so be thankful I didn't leave you here to die."

The kitten ignored his words as it sighed then fell asleep in exhausted slumber. Shaking his head, Exile finally left the room and strode across the chamber for the way up and back to where his team mates were waiting for him.

'Now this is going to be hard to explain,' he groused to himself.

A/N: Why does Exile hate cats so much? What terrible thing happened to him in the past? You'll have to keep reading to find out the answers! So, should I continue with this story or not? Let me know...review! Thanks. I always wonder how will Exile would act if something bad happen to him with kats and it made him cold.