Chapter 11: The Other Side of the Coin
AN: Thank you Ulyferal
Holding to their agreement, his nights were fun but hard, as Drake pushed him to his limits during their sessions. He was no longer bored and enjoyed having someone to talk to besides his parents. So by day, he had his homework to do and workouts with Chance and by night the obstacle course with Drake, though it wasn't every night as Drake apparently had other things he was doing. He never told Grey what those things were and he never asked.
As he said he would do, Grey kept Drake a secret from his parents knowing full well they would forbid it. Things were going along well over the past couple of weeks. This evening, his parents planned to go out on patrol so while he waited for them to leave, his mind was on the plans he had with Drake. He lay on his back on the wing of the jet staring up at the ceiling while Jake was checking the glovetrixes and Chance was loading up more missiles.
He didn't realize they were finished until Chance yelled at him, interrupting his train of thought.
"Hey Grey! We're going to order dinner, what would you like?"
Frowning, Grey kept his eyes upward and called back, "whatever you guys get is fine with me."
"Okay, Chinese it is," Chance smirked then he and Jake went upstairs.
Grey sighed and continued to make plans. About thirty minutes later, his dads returned. He jumped down from the wing and joined them near the computer console. Since they shared meals down here with him now, his dads had gotten a second kitchen table and chairs and had set it up in a corner. They talked about his lessons, what he saw on TV, and other subjects. When dinner was through, Grey helped clean up then watched TV with them for a couple of hours. When it was full dark and past the normal work day for most of the city, his parents suited up to leave on patrol.
"Remember son, stay inside," T-Bone reminded him. Grey dutifully nodded, waving good bye as his parents boarded the jet and it vanished from view.
Grey counted out, "1….2…3….4…5…6..." then heard the jet roar into the sky. Smiling with excitement, he hurried to the stairs leading up.
Climbing out into the quiet and dark garage, he made his way to the waiting room door, disengaged the security lock and opened the door. Leaving it open behind him, he went to the gate, flicked the light outside three times then waited.
To protect his parents identity, Grey had devised a plan to let Drake know it was safe to come by. He didn't want the tom to hang about and catch sight of the jet. Though the runway lead quite a distance from the yard, the fact it left this area might raise some suspicions in someone who was waiting nearby all the time.
So he'd told Drake not to come near the yard until after eight pm then he would flick the gate light three times to tell the tom if it was safe to come in. Drake didn't question the need, simply did as asked. He hadn't wanted to screw up this arrangement in any way.
Disarming the gate, he waited patiently. Some fifteen minutes later, Drake came walking out of the dark and slipped through the gate which Drake relocked and set the alarm again. They didn't speak until they reached the obstacle course.
"How ya doing?" Grey asked politely.
"Hi, Kit….doing good," Drake drawled casually.
"So, what do you want to do tonight?"
"Actually, there's something I need to talk to you about...follow me..." Drake instructed, leading Grey to another part of the yard.
They had walked along in silence for a bit when Drake finally spoke but what he said disturbed Grey a lot.
"I gotta ask you, with all the omegas out there, what do you think of that guy, Dark Kat?" Drake asked, stopping to face Grey but continuing to be relaxed and easy as if it was just a simple question.
Shivering inside, Grey looked away from Drake's keen gaze. He had to work hard not to bolt at just the mention of that name.
Pretending a nonchalance he didn't feel, he muttered uncomfortably, "I'd just assume not talk about those guys at all, if you don't' mind."
"Aw come on, Grey...I just wanted to get you opinion on them is all...what do you think?" Drake persisted.
"Well, obviously, I've never met him so I only know as much as every other person knows from what's on TV...he's just a bad dude bent on making us all slaves," Grey said, tightly, lying about never having met the evil Kat before.
"Gee, you don't have to get so defensive...it was only a question," Drake said, snorting.
"I don't know why you persisting in this...I'd rather do something else than talk about bad Kats," Grey said, shivering with foreboding. This conversation was making him way too nervous.
"Aw don't take it like that, kit...I just wanted to know what you felt about him..." Drake said, feigning hurt feelings.
Feeling bad that he was acting so standoffish, Grey sighed, "I just don't like thinking about those evil beings is all. So I really don't have an opinion except for not wanting to run into them...okay?"
"Okay, you don't have to get so upset about it. Sorry, we're still friends, right," Drake asked, lowering his ears and pretending contrition.
"Yeah, sure...look...maybe we should just not do this tonight, okay..." Grey suggested, hesitantly. The subject of Dark Kat had upset him too much to enjoy his friend's company now.
"Aw...sorry kit...I didn't mean to spoil the evening," Drake muttered.
"Yeah...well you did kinda...so..." Grey turned away and walked back to the front gate.
As they reached the gate and Drake waited for Grey to open it before he made another try. "Hey, well, I am sorry to upset you but I really need you to answer my question. It is kinda important to me."
Frowning, Grey looked at the black tom and sighed mentally. 'Don't know why its such a big deal but he'd obviously not going to drop it either,' he thought. Chewing on his lip, he said slowly, "I think he's an insane Kat...one of the worst ones out there. What about you?"
Drake didn't answer for a moment, eyeing Grey speculatively. "I think he's the greatest Kat that ever lived... and who created me," he hissed, eyes glittering evilly, sending terror up Grey's spine.
Everything in him screamed, 'run', but before he could, Drake snatched him by the waist and held him tight. Hissing coldly in Grey's ear, he growled, "you've become weak and kind, brother! That's unacceptable to Dark Kat so I'll just have to help you change."
Grey struggled violently at those stunning words, his mind shocked at the realization that Dark Kat had managed to reach out to him after all and with someone he'd learned to trust.
"Brother...how can you be..." his anguished words were cut off by the feel of a needle in his neck. Only seconds later, his limbs went limp and darkness stole away the world.
"Nighty- night, brother," Drake growled, lifting the now dead weight in his arms and slipping through the gate, carrying his burden off into the shadows..
T-Bone and Razor were passing over the bay when a strong, uneasy feeling passed over them. It made both their pulses race, stomachs clench, and bodies go cold before quickly fading away.
"T-Bone! Did you..." Razor blurted, tensely.
"Felt that cold sensation...yeah I did," his partner said, grimly as he turned the jet and raced for home. "Something's wrong and I want to check on Grey to make sure it wasn't coming from home."
Razor silently agreed. He prayed nothing had happened to their son.
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