Chapter 1- "Yes Mommy. Now c'mere and give me a good bye/good luck kiss"
Jake
Clawson brought up a paw to rub his tired eyes, the usual fiery amber irises
clouded with fatigue. His latest batch
of megavolt missles had a defect that rendered the usually effective missles
nothing more than flying metal sticks with teeth on the end.
The
problem had become evident in the previous days fight against the
Metallikats. The missles hadn't even
fizzled, not a spark of electricity.
That's
what I get for screwin' around with 'em.
Shoulda left 'em alone.
The
caramel colored tomkat frowned. He'd
tried to juice the missles up, make them more powerful. In the end he not only had no ordinary
megavolts, he had no megavolts period.
With a frustrated sigh, he threw down his screwdriver and proceeded to
pout at the missle parts on his work bench.
"Problems?"
he recognized the deep husky voice as that of his partner as the strong
tiger-striped arms encircled his waist.
The big golden furred tabby known to the world as Chance Furlong rested
his chin on one of Jake's narrow shoulders and sent a slightly bemused look to
the smaller kat.
This
time Jake's sigh was one of content. He
leaned back into the embrace allowing his tired eyes to close. "Just these
missles bein' dumb. What time is it?"
Chance
lifted Jake's wrist and studied the watch perched there. "3 am.
You should go ta bed. We'll
prob'ly be fine without the megavolts at least until you can get 'em fixed." He smirked.
"They hardly ever work anyway."
"If
I wasn't half asleep I'd drop kick you."
"I
bet." Chance grinned, "C'mon kitten, I'm puttin you in bed."
Jake's
amber eyes fluttered open breifly. "My missles…"
"Can
wait til morning." Chance finished the sentence, watching as Jake's mouth
opened in a huge yawn, showing off each one of his pointed teeth. Bending slightly, he scooped up the slim kat
and headed out of the hangar.
A
slow smile crossed Jake's face and he wrapped his arms around the neck of his
lover, planting a soft kiss on the furry lips, then he snuggled against the
strong chest and closed his eyes as he fell into a much needed sleep.
Chance
smiled down at the sleeping kat as he made the final turn into the bedroom the
two shared. Carrying the inert form to
the hammocks hung one on top of the other, like bunk beds, he gently laid Jake
into the bottom hammock long enough to remove his shoes and coveralls before
scooping him up again and laying him in the top hammock and spreading a blanket
over him. Then settling himself into
his own hammock Chance allowed his own eyelids to drop and before long was
sleeping just as soundly as the smaller kat right above him.
~*~
Sunlight
streamed in through the uncovered window somehow managing to hit Jake directly
in the face. The orange furred tomkat
opened his eyes, only to shut them mere seconds later as the bright sunlight
hit his unadjusted pupils.
"Gah!"
He rolled over, turning his back to the window. Experimentally, he cracked one
eye open and looked around the room.
Then, satisfied that the light in the room wouldn't blind him, both of
the amber-yellow eyes opened and he hopped down from his hammock.
The
aroma of bacon filled his senses and making his mouth water. He puzzled over this for a moment before
realizing that Chance was cooking.
"There's
a first. Didn't even know he knew how
ta cook…" Jake smirked at his own comment, then headed downstairs, where the
tantalizing scent was even stronger.
Sticking his head around the door frame he peeked in on Chance, and it
was all he could do not to laugh.
The
burly tabby was singing an unrecognizable song, accompanied by an odd little
dance, undoubtedly one that he'd come up with impromtu. Chance lifted the frying pan from the stove,
then turned in a boogiesome way stopping short when he saw his partner there,
grinning from ear to ear.
"Mornin
there, Chance. Are they holding
auditions for the Backstreet Kats today or somethin'" *
Chance
grinned and brushed off the joke with one of his own. "Please Jakey. You know that if they were you'd be down
there claimin' ta be a judge jus' so you could watch."
Jake
feigned thoughtfulness as he considered the statement. "You're probably right." He replied, then laughed at Chance's playful
pout. " Don' worry Furball, I still think you're the sexiest kat in the world."
Chance
grinned too. "You better. Now c'mon,
lets eat."
The
two sat together at the table for a wonderful breakfast which consisted not
only of bacon, but pancakes, eggs, and milk too. However, no sooner had Jake taken his first bite, than the klaxon
began to blare.
"Crud!"
Chance glared in the direction of the hangar.
"Do the bad guys not eat breakfast or somethin'? This is all gonna get
cold!"
Jake
sent Chance a grin. "Would you like me ta call 'em and ask 'em to hold off on
the attack while we finish eating the breakfast that T-Bone cooked?"
Chance
snickered at the comment. "Go ahead and invite 'em over while you're at
it. We can all have a nice homecooked
meal before the dogfight." He stood and
headed towards the hangar, his partner hot on his heels.
Chance
was the first to reach the klaxon, so after silencing the alarm, he lifted the
phone used exclusively for Megakat City's Deputy Mayor Callie Briggs. "Yes Ms Briggs? Whats the problem?"
"T-Bone!"
Callie's voice was an urgent whisper.
"Dark Kat has taken City Hall and all of us inside hostage! He's told the Enforcers that if they try to
get inside he'll start killing hostages.
We need you guys!"
"Ah
crud…" Chance rubbed his eyes, all traces of his previous humor gone. "We'll take care of it Ms Briggs, just sit
tight ok?"
Callie's
reply came as a muffled cry followed by a loud grinding sound, then the line
went dead.
"Crud!" Chance slammed the phone down angrily then
turned to Jake, who had already started to change into his flight suit and
relayed Callie's message to him.
"I
dunno Chance, sounds like we'll have to give this one special treatment. Dark Kat undoubtedly knows that we'll show,
so he'll need to see the TurboKat at all times…" he trailed off. "Maybe I should take the Cyclotron straight
from the hangar while you take the TurboKat.
Then I'll get inside and take care of Dark Crud."
Chance,
now wearing his own g-suit looked at his partner dubiously. "I dunno, Do you really wanna take Dark Kat
by yourself? Not ta mention his
creeplings."
Jake,
or rather Razor the SWAT Kat, shrugged his shoulders. "It's all I got buddy, if nothin else I can distract 'em long
enough that you'll have a chance to get inside with out alertin' 'em."
Chance,
now T-Bone, nodded. "I guess…" He
trailed off watching as Razor mounted the Cyclotron and donned his helment.
"Radio contact at all times?"
Razor
grinned back at his partner. "Yes mommy, now c'mere and give me a good bye/good
luck kiss."
T-Bone
obliged, then watched as Razor sped out of the hangar and for the first time
since a time he didn't even want to remember, he felt real fear. Not for the hostages in City Hall or even
himself, walking into a fight with one of Megakat City's most dangerous
psychopaths, but for Razor… Jake, his partner, his lover, and his best friend.
To Be Continued….
*The Backstreet Kats comment
is all for you Darrick! Told you I'd incorporate them somehow ::kisses:: muah!
The SWAT Kats aren't mine, I
didn't create them and I make no money for writing about them. Obviously, since I'm dirt poor, so don't
even bother suing me. R/R people! Let
me know what you think!