PSYCHIC: ALIEN INVASION
Chapter 8: A New Talent
"Mate? But his outburst showed he wasn't attached to anyone?" Callie said in shocked surprise.
"That is quite true, Ms. Briggs, as far as Commander Feral was aware. Reon is his compatible mate which they both just discovered yesterday. It was too great a shock and I'm afraid young Darius didn't accept it very well but neither did Ulysses. Duty to his job sent Darius home to file his report and Ulysses thought his mate didn't want him. I'm afraid the rejection upset him far more than I had first thought. My apologizes for not being aware." McLeon said quietly.
"Well I guess he can be forgiven his outburst, though my head wants to bash him one right now," Razor groaned.
"I can ease that, if you will permit me?" McLeon offered.
"Oh yeah, go for it, except for doing any digging. Our identities are secret for a reason!" Razor said willingly but adding the warning. The ache wasn't just pain but a deep sorrow he couldn't seem to shake.
McLeon went to Razor and took his paw in one of his own. He closed his eyes and reached out to an incredibly intelligent and well-ordered mind. Razor was a surprise to McLeon. He was careful to avoid anything that might give him the Kat's true identity as he eased the emotional pain Ulysses had caused. To his surprise, his pupil had been able to leave his sorrow behind causing his unintended victim to continue to suffer emotional upset despite its sender no longer assaulting him. This could be used as a terrible weapon. He was very glad Feral was a moral Kat.
Pulling away, he opened his eyes. "Is that better?" He asked the masked Kat.
Razor blinked and took a deep breath. That deep sorrow was gone and he felt lighter. "Yes! Thank you!" Then he frowned and eyed McLeon in concern. "Did you know he could do that?" He asked suspiciously.
McLeon nodded mentally, this was a very sharp Kat. "No, this is the first I've witnessed such a talent. He, of course, isn't aware of what he's done. He will be trained to manage it and learn how to remove its effects." He reassured him.
"Good! That could be an advantage during a battle but also a deadly weapon against the innocent. Thankfully, Feral is too honest to do anything like that." Razor said quietly.
"I agree! However, I would appreciate your discretion in this matter." McLeon murmured.
Razor nodded, but T-Bone and Callie were confused as to what the pair was talking about.
"Exactly what are you promising to be silent about?" T-Bone huffed as his head still throbbed and he felt miserable for reasons he couldn't understand.
Razor turned to his partner. "Feral has an apparent talent for leaving emotional distress, or any other form of emotion he cares to, behind in his victim's minds. Of course, he doesn't know he can do this. That's a devastating weapon that Mr. McLeon has assured me, Feral will be trained to handle properly but he would prefer no one else knows about it for now. Meanwhile, that aching head and heavy feeling of depression you're both feeling can be removed by Mr. McLeon which is what he just did for me." Razor explained seriously.
"Well hell, as if Feral wasn't dangerous enough..." T-Bone said in dismay. "Uh...would you please do your thing for me, Mr. McLeon," He asked tightly.
"Certainly, sir," McLeon said reaching for T-Bone's paw and was soon removing the harmful emotion. He found this individual to be strong willed but compassionate. It made him more at ease to know that, though they were vigilantes, they were honorable Kats. He released T-Bone who sighed in grateful relief.
"May I, Ms. Briggs?" McLeon asked the Deputy Mayor reaching a paw out to her. She nodded solemnly and let him hold her paw. He was pleased to find this was another strong willed and compassionate Kat. The city was fortunate to have such as these for their protectors he thought as he removed the problem and let go of her paw.
They heard a sigh behind them and turned toward the pair of males near Ms. Briggs' desk.
Feral was very reluctant to let Reon go. It felt so good to be holding someone and to be held in return. Reon caressed the big tom's back in sympathy but knew they needed to leave this warm place inside their minds for the outside. What they needed to do next was to be done in private with no chance of interruption.
"You won't lose me, Ulysses. We need to leave here and go to your apartment, okay?" He asked soothingly.
"I like it here. It's so peaceful and I've needed that. I've been under too much stress lately." Feral murmured reluctantly.
"I know, but you won't lose this, I promise!" Reon said gently, slowly pulling back from Feral's mind. Feral tried to hold him a moment longer but then let go when Reon pushed against him more firmly.
Feral blinked and tried to get his emotional legs under him again. Reon was still embracing, steadying him and there was a warm presence in his mind. Reon was keeping his promise. Feral felt better and more calm than he'd had since the aliens attack.
He looked around and saw McLeon. "What are you doing here?" He asked his instructor.
"You forget. I am linked to you for your safety. I heard your cry and raced here but Darius got here first." He said mildly.
Feral turned to Reon, an eyebrow raised in question.
"I had just arrived in the city when I heard you. I guess I was just closer than Kell," Darius said smiling a little.
Feral smiled a little too. "I'm glad you were." He said quietly.
A groan nearby jerked everyone's attention to the dangerous creature just regaining consciousness on the floor. Razor moved quickly to snatch the watch that was within reach of the Pastmaster while T-Bone picked up the ugly little gnome and quickly pulled the sorcerer's arms behind his back.
The Pastmaster growled in anger and struggled in the powerful tom's grip. Feral stepped away from Reon and pulled a pair of pawcuffs from his coat. He stepped to T-Bone's side and proceeded to cuff the sorcerer. Pastmaster glared warily at the Chief Enforcer, not daring to anger this unpredictable Kat. McLeon did not offer to relieve the criminal of his pain and he wasn't certain the strange creature was even troubled by any bad emotions anyway.
"You're under arrest Pastmaster. Without your watch you can count on staying a long time in jail." Feral growled as he took custody of the sorcerer from T-Bone.
"I'll go with you to Enforcer Headquarters while you deal with him, Ulysses but first we need to do something about the victims you unwittingly harmed." Reon said. McLeon had sent him a mental 'heads up' about what Ulysses had done.
Feral looked at Reon in shocked confusion.
'You have unintentionally left your depressed emotions behind on everyone who heard your cry. Fortunately, it is confined to this floor so I want you to just relax as I use your power to remove the troublesome pain and emotion.' Reon told him mentally.
Feral swallowed in unhappy dismay that he had caused his fellow Kat's pain. He sighed and nodded, closing his eyes and relaxing as much as he could, allowing Reon to use his abilities to pull the residual psychic energy from the victims. Unlike when McLeon had used him, Reon caused him no pain at all, for which he was profoundly grateful.
"There that's taken care of, shall we go?" Reon asked gesturing Feral to the door with his prisoner. Feral smiled a little and nodded as he gripped Pastmaster tightly and stepped through the door. Reon followed, grabbing his suitcase from the hall. Pastmaster grumbled furiously as they walked to the elevator.
"I'll take my leave now as well. Have a good day!" McLeon said bowing to the three in the office before turning and leaving.
"Guess that's our cue to leave too, Ms. Briggs," T-Bone said nodding to Callie as he and Razor quickly slipped into the hall and up to the clock tower. The gargoyle was still stuck to the wall struggling vainly to get free.
"Hmm, we have to do something with that thing." T-Bone said staring at the creature.
"Yeah, well we probably should give it to Feral. Let's pull it off the wall and wrap it up." Razor said thoughtfully as T-Bone reached out and yanked the thing from the wall, holding it so that Razor could wrap it in strong nylon cording.
They hauled it to the jet and cinched it to some tie-downs then lifted off for Enforcer Headquarters. They ended up arriving about the same time as the Commander. Dropping down to the flight line, they waited for some enforcers to run up to them then opened the cargo door to show why they were there. Four grim faced enforcers hauled the prisoner out of the jet and off to a special cell until they could figure out what to do with the thing.
Closing up the hold, T-Bone lifted off and flew home.
Back in the Mayor's office, Callie sighed and prepared herself to deal with a lot of irate office workers. She was very glad the Mayor had not been in.
At Enforcer Headquarters, Feral's Sergeant informed him of the SWAT Kats delivery of the gargoyle. The Commander just sighed and handed over the Pastmaster to his officers. There was a specially designed cell waiting for him. He told them how to handle the gargoyle and gave instructions to his Sergeant to pass on to his secretary that he would be indisposed for the rest of the day.
He and Reon turned and left. They walked through the huge doors of Feral's headquarters and down to his sedan. They didn't speak as the big tom navigated through the afternoon traffic. They reached Feral's apartment in very little time. He parked in his underground garage then led Reon to the elevator. They were silent but Reon had taken Feral's paw in his own squeezing it gently. Feral gave a shy smile as the elevator doors opened onto his floor.
They walked paw in paw to his front door. He unlocked it and gestured Reon to enter. The red tom released the paw he held and stepped into the nicely decorated apartment.
'It lacked warmth, sorta like my own small apartment at IAPD' he thought ruefully. 'What a pair we are! Well, time to change that!' He told himself with determination. He turned and watched as Feral locked the door and removed his coat and weapon, putting them away in a nearby coat closet and wall safe.
When the big tom finished, he eyed the red tom speculatively. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked politely as he moved closer to Reon.
"No, I'm fine!" Reon said quietly. 'Come here Ulysses,' he coaxed the other mentally extending his arms in welcome.
With a sigh, Ulysses closed the distance and moved into the red tom's arms, wrapping his own around the more slender waist.
Reon opened the door between their minds. Feral gasped as he felt the incredible sensation of actually feeling Darius' desire as strongly as his own. Minds linked, it was hard to tell whose emotions were whose. It made every touch so much more intense. He couldn't contain his groan of utter delight at Darius' more experienced caresses and they hadn't even taken their clothes off yet.
"Oh God! Darius!...I've never felt anything like this..." Ulysses' panted excitedly pulling back a little so that he could see his mate's face. For a moment he seemed to see two Darius'...one in his mind and one his eyes beheld in front of him. It made his head spin.
"Don't do that Ulysses," Darius tried to contain his mirth. "It's a little disconcerting when you try to see with both your inner and outer eyes."
Closing his eyes against the disorienting sensation, Feral groaned, "Now you tell me. That was just weird." He was once more seeing his mate with only his mind.
"You'll get used to it eventually but not right now." Darius said still amused. "Okay, let's pull back a bit so that we can undress. Your bedroom...?" His mental image raised a questioning eyebrow.
Pulling out and returning his attention outward again, Feral blinked for a moment then turned to his bedroom. Reon kept an arm around the big tom's waist as they made for the other room.
Stopping near the bed, Darius began to slowly undo Uly's tie while laying soft butterfly kisses on the dark tom's face and neck. Ulysses moaned and sighed as he slid his paws around Darius' waist then slipping them under the pullover sweater the Kat wore, grasping the edge and pulling it up and off the red Kat's torso. Darius grinned at him as his own fingers were busy removing Ulysses' shirt. When the last button was undone, Darius shoved the shirt off Uly's shoulders.
Leaning forward to trade a kiss with his mate, Feral pulled one arm at a time from the shirt's sleeves. The shirt drifted to the floor as Darius wasted no time pulling the t-shirt from the dark tom's torso and sending it after the shirt. Feral's fingers were working open the snap and zipper of Darius' jeans as the red tom did the same to him.
Ulysses was feeling hot and eager as Darius suddenly pushed him to the bed so that he could pull the enforcer boots off. After toeing his own shoes off the red tom laid down on top of the dark one. Wrapping arms around each other they began to trade burning kisses everywhere they could reach. Darius once again opened the door between their minds.
