I don't own the Thundercats this is a fan fiction.

Well my life couldn't get more weird could it? I went from forty years old to eighteen in a matter of seconds, a man I often admired from my old favorite cartoon just finished signing the documents to make me legally his son, and the woman that wanted to give me the beating of a lifetime with a bo staff thinks I am a pervert just happens to be my childhood crush.

"As I was saying, son, you might have an understanding of our spoken word, but you have no understanding on the writing, so the very first thing you will learn is to read and write thunderian. Now before we begin I see that something is troubling my son, what is it?"

I looked at Jaga and I can't help but to think it's sort of weird that he is treating me like this, "Well beside the fact that I feel like an elementary school kid? I also have the feeling the young woman who was trying to beat me with her bo staff thinks of me as a pervert."

Jaga began to laugh, I sure didn't find anything funny with what I just said. If what he told me the real reason Panthro or Tygra had no chance to gain her affections was that they did try to peep at her in some form of undress. If she thinks I was doing the same as them, I could kiss ever getting close to her goodbye.

"I wouldn't worry about it, I actually talked with her last night and she found it quite flattering that you liked to hear her singing. She often thinks that her singing had a nails on a chalkboard quality to it. That is why she never sings in front of others."

I kept looking at the alphabet and began thinking maybe if I turn the letters in a different way, maybe if I switch the order. Got it! Upside down and backwards, that is not so hard. I began to write on a piece of paper, Do you really think so?

This made Jaga laugh and look at it. Well that didn't take you half as long as I figured it would. Nicely done son, how did you figure our alphabet and how to right?"

I looked at him as I dipped the pen back in the ink bottle. "My own alphabet backwards and upside down. There are some letters that changed but the large majority fall under these changes I made."

To test it out I picked up a newspaper, it seems the major sport is a sort of mixture between basketball and soccer. "According to this paper or should I say this section of the newspaper, the local sports team lost ten to three in the last game." Jaga again began to laugh, he was a lot more cheerful than I ever remember him being in the old cartoon.

"The Lynx Team indeed lost ten to three but that was only because the other team used their speed to their advantage. They are faster runners, while the Lynx Team is a stronger team on throwing. Good I see that you can also read, well that will make thing easier."

He sat down, "You see Hector every person of your age and older is expected to carry out a job. Even if you are my son, you will have to have a profession as it were. Every Thunderian must work for the betterment and good of all Thundera, yourself included. Now that you been able to figure out how to read and write as quickly as you can, I think I know a good job for someone as smart as you."

"As it was I was tasked by the King to find a royal tutor for his son. As I understand since you can read and write you could tutor the young son of the King, and with you he would feel less intimidated than with me, also if you do this job I will be able to keep training the Royal Guards."

I had no reason to deny him, as I sat on the leather chair in his home, just finished eating food he provided, and even have a room, bed, and clothes thanks to him, don't want to be ungrateful after all.

"Very well I shall take up teaching the young prince. You might regret it since I am quite the disciplinarian, and do not take foolishness and distractions as acceptable excuses for poor academic performance."

He laughed and I still couldn't figure what was so funny, "Perfect, this is just what the King told me he needed. Now you student is outside this very room, why don't I introduce you to him, so you two can get better acquainted."

A young boy came running in and I swear he looked as young as one of the Twins in the old cartoon, "Now son, this is the person you shall tutor, his name is Lion-o and he is the future leader of the Thunderian people."

I walked over to him and looked at him, he looked at me and ran behind Jaga, I guess I better start calling him father don't I? "You have nothing to fear from me young scholar, now come over here and tell me about what you have learned so far."

He moved to the chair that I pointed at and Jaga decided to leave the two of us get to know each other. "I see so you manage to learn to read, write and some math. Good, that is very good, knowledge is important Lion-o always remember that we learn something new each day. Now I am Hector Flores, I know I seem strange to you but there is a reason."

"I was sent to your world from mine by some means I could only think of as magic, I look strange to you because I am a human, and I was born and lived for many years on my home planet which we call Earth. I am no danger to you, so you can relax."

The kid began to relax and I could tell he was going to be quite the handful to teach, then again I was also hyper when I was his age too. "Now let's continue your studies first we will learn math and then we shall study geography, economics, reading and writing, and last but not least philosophy."

As I began teaching him, time seem to fly by and the days came and went and I didn't even notice it. Teaching the future Lord of the Thundercats was actually more enjoyable than I even figured. I can honestly say that I didn't feel this to be a job at all.

During the evenings I liked to go outside to look at the stars, this world had no pollution, and the lights in the city did not affect the viewing of the stars. I lay down on the grass one night looking at the stars. It had been a solid week and I can say that Lion-o and I became rather good friends.

I haven't seen Cheetara and I get the feeling she is actively avoiding me, I fear that my initial concern was coming true, to think I would never again see or be close to that radiant beauty, the woman who I secretly loved when I was a kid was simply too much.

I began looking at the stars to find my home planet, but instead I found that Thundera has two moons, and there was nothing even close to what the old constellations I knew from my training. As a Marine I am supposed to be a warrior on land, air, and sea, so guiding myself with just the stars was expected.

Tonight I remember what father told me about the fate of those other two, and seeing that I have not met Cheetara in the past month since I arrived on Thundera made me concerned that I was right about my concern, and tears began to flow down my face without me noticing.

That is when I heard the sweet sound of a voice I heard singing awhile back, "Why are you crying? Is there something the matter?" I sat up and turned around Cheetara had been standing a few inches away from me.

"I must excuse myself Lady Cheetara, I had no idea that you were near. I guess the beauty of the star moved me to tears, then again even the stars pale in comparison to your own beauty."

She was standing a few feet from me but in a matter of seconds she was standing right in front of me and she gave me a playful punch to the chest. "Flattery will get you nowhere with me. Others have tried to sweep me off my feet with such tactics, and it didn't work for them. There is no need to be so formal Hector, your friend Lion-o keeps telling me about how much fun he is having learning with you as his tutor."

"I was not trying to flatter you Cheetara, I was only giving you my honest opinion. I am sorry you may think that I was doing something perverted when we first met, but I tell you I was not. I simply was drawn to the sound of your singing, I didn't understand the language then, but I did find it quite beautiful."

She laughed and she walked back a few steps to look at me, I was wearing nothing out of the ordinary, just your typical thunderian civilian garb. "If I have a problem with you is that you were able to keep up with me using a bo staff. Tell me Hector, how is it that you can fight using a staff as well as I could."

I smiled at her and I was feeling relieved that she didn't think of me as a pervert. "I have been trained as a warrior for far longer than you might think, I happen to be quite good at hand to hand combat as well. Would you like to spar with me Cheetara? Would that make you feel better?"

She tossed me a spare staff she had on her belt and I as caught it she began to attack me. I guess that means yes. I wonder if what that other cartoon I once saw said something that applies to this, that fighting and kissing were related, it is still too soon to tell, only time will tell if one day she will feel the way I feel about her.

That became my daily routine, during the day I taught Lion-o and kept him entertained with stories about my world to keep him interested in his learning, and during the evenings I met with Cheetara and talked with her while we spar.

Six days a week I did this, but everyone deserves a day off, and on the seventh day of each week I did the only thing I had for fun other than sparring and spending time with Cheetara. I had a small assembly computer and assembler moved into my bedroom. I kept plugging away at it trying to design the equivalent to the rifle I used.

That was my first success and I must say I caught father by surprise when I used an apple as target practice. "Tell me son, why did you make a beam rifle? Why does it look so strange?"

I looked at him and smiled, "I just missed having an old friend of mine with me, this is no ordinary beam rifle father, this rifle can fire at least a hundred times faster than the ones in your own military can. It can pierce armor and it's not that heavy to carry."

I tossed him the rifle and he began to look at it, "I am also starting on designs for turrets based on this rifle, I fear the negotiations with the mutants will not go as the papers say, and as such I fear for the safety of the people I have come to hold dear to me."

Jaga tossed the rifle back at me and walked towards me, "My son you may find this strange, but I fear the same myself. I have told the King that we should reinforce our defenses against possible invasions from the mutants, but he has told me that reinforcing our space defenses would make negotiations with the mutants impossible."

I took the rifle and pressed a small button that made the thing begin to collapse on itself until it was small enough to look like a cellular phone and I placed it on my belt. "I guess I should concentrate teaching Lion-o a bit more about history. I read your history books father and even I can see the pattern mutants love to attack while hiding under a flag of peace."

"I also know as much my son, but the King is hopeful that these negotiations will be a good sign that peace can be achieved between our two worlds. What would you do in my place? I am the head of the Royal Guard and Royal Adviser after all."

I looked at him and we began walking into our home, "I would build a ship in secret in case we need to evacuate. I would make sure it was armed even if covertly and make certain it was ready in case these negotiations are as I fear, the mutants attempt to lull us into a false sense of security."

Jaga began to laugh and he touched the computer terminal on my room. "Some people may say you are my adopted son, but we couldn't be more alike even if we tried. I also saw your designs for that ship and it's being constructed as we speak. The mutants believe it to be a good will present but it is indeed as you said, a ship to evacuate our people off this planet should the need arise."

"So tell me how is your relationship with Cheetara lately, you two seem to be spending a lot of time each evening together, and I don't think the only thing you two do is spar." I couldn't hide my blushing face quick enough for him not to notice.

"You read me like an open book father, I am trying to earn her affections, even though I do confess that I do love her." He laughed and sat on my bed as I sat down on a chair near the terminal.

"It comes with being your father my son, I can see that you two are more than mere friends even if she wants to take things slow. I wouldn't worry about it son, she is not one to spend time with you without a reason, I think she does care about you, even if she yet does not wish to express it."

I began shaking my head and looking at him, "If Lion-o ever finds out about this, I will be teased none stop by him, I sure hope I can teach him enough for him to be ready for the rather tough job that is ahead of him, that chair is not as comfortable or relaxing as it looks."

Jaga got up and walked over to the door to my room and looked like he was ready to leave my room but stopped briefly, "You my son are one of the few people that understand that being the ruler of this planet is a heavy burden at times, most people think the King and his family live in luxury and have nothing to worry about, but we know better don't we son?"

I nod my head, "The safety of an entire planet, the prosperity of his people, the health and happiness of millions of citizens, and being a father and husband on top of all that. Those are mighty big shoes my young friend will one day have to fill, then again I might have to fill your shoes one day father, and those boots of yours are no smaller."