I know that the idea of a third SWAT Kat is way cliché, so I won't be doing it, I'll be in the borders of that scheme trying to not enter completely. Besides is cool to twist things around.
Even if I don't own the SWAT Kats (a shame actually), I do own Alexandra, Pyro, some bad guys, all the weird non real drugs' that will appear in this fic (Believe me, there will be a lot) and some other characters that will appear randomly.
If you're going to use them, ask first.
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Chapter3. Who's your friend?
Soon after (and I mean very soon) the motorcycle slowed her pace and stopped. Feeling the engine turn off she opened her eyes, ogling at her environment her mouth hung open and her tail twitched.
"Megakat City Metal Salvage Yard?!"
He shrugged "Yeah..." he said taking his bandana off and placing it in a pocket.
She dismounted and stared at the view before starting looking around puzzled. 'I have seen many things, but nothing like this...' she thought eyeing the piles and piles of metal's, computer's, helicopter's, car's and plane's pieces.
Dismissing the fact that it was night and there was no moon out and the only illumination was an old lantern, (A/N her eyes are quite weird, even if there isn't enough light, she can see perfectly, better than most of the kats... just that in black and white) she walked around in almost total obscurity between the piles, when suddenly, her eyes landed in some random object and a little yelp escaped her mouth. "Oh my God!!" she squeaked and ran to a close pile and picked up the random object that had caught her off guard. "I can't believe it..." she whispered studying the object closely.
Then she looked to the pile and scrutinized it. With a confused look she examinated the other closest pile. And the one next to it. And the next. And the next. Quickly she was running among the piles touching, pulling, digging and kicking pieces.
Her brain was working frenetically storing all the things and information that she was getting her paws on, then remembering how she had got there, she looked back at him with an ear to ear smile. "You must think I'm nuts! Studying all this in complete dimness!" she shouted happily (Weird thing in her...) in top of a pile.
Not hearing an answer she started walking back to ask him if she could snoop around in the morning and even take a few things with her. But the moment she saw his colors clearly she stopped dead in her tracks, staring at him in awe. Everything about him struck her like if she had never seen a tom-kat before.
His small, caramel furred, yet well kept body dressed in pair of baggy dark blue pants and a black t-shirt. Even his tail, that swished behind him, seemed a wonder to her.
Despite her non dissimulated admiration towards him, he just stood there, underneath a lantern looking back at her with the most charming winning smile she had ever seen.
As she roamed over his body with her eyes, her brain was traveling a disturbing, wicked road. Amused with the trail of her thoughts she turned her back at him and gazed again to the piles of junk.
"Imagine..." She pointed "With a little bit of time and some imagination I could build pretty dangerous stuff..." she chuckled "Even my own jet..." She could swear he sniffed uneasily at the comment.
"That's a really interesting idea you've got there." A rough voice said at her back.
Whipping around she confronted a light-colored kat with brown streaks wearing a baby blue T-shirt and dark green shorts. He was soo unlike form the first, muscular and tall. This had to be the friend from the phone.
'For my whiskers that they couldn't be more different...' she thought.
Both chuckled at the fact that she was comparing them, and checking them out while doing that.
I mean, if a black furred she-kat with red streaks in her face and arms with long white hair, clothed in a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black tank top that pointed out her curves and well built body, was checking you out with a pair of yellowish green eyes and you were just a simple mechanic, wouldn't you laugh too?
"I'm so proud of you!" The big kat wailed hugging the small one, almost asphyxiating him, while faking some tears of joy.
"Crud! Ch-Chance...!!" the small kat muffled trying to escape from his friend grasp or get some air into his lungs.
She snickered silently at their interaction. Getting closer to them, she stuck out her paw to them and the big kat released the small one, who started taking breaths madly "Alexandra Redstreaks." She declared shaking his paw, but never letting it out of her own. She observed him strongly, searching in his dark blue eyes a clue to his mind. 'It's strange...' she concluded 'They seem to have many knowledge behind them...'
"Chance Furlong, pleased to meet you." He said joyful, as she let go of his paw, at the fact that she was evaluating him "So... How did you met Jake?" he added, taking his arm over her shoulder, and walking her to the garage.
It was a simple question, yet implied the fact that he was also evaluating her, maybe to see if she was good enough to get his approval... He didn't thought that she was the small kat's (Jake was it?) mate, right? Right?!
"Jake...?" She asked uncertainly taking a peek over her free shoulder. He nodded and offered his paw.
"Clawson." She shook it but she didn't allow his paw to leave her grasp either, looking deeply at his eyes she also scrutinized him. 'His eyes are the most lovely shade of amber...' She noticed that he was getting a little bit uneasy under her inspection. ' And they also seem to have many things behind them... Just like Chance's...'
"My pleasure to know you guys." She replied not letting go if Jake's paw.
Chance stared at them, dumbfound. Two seconds passed and suddenly he seemed to make some connections. His jaw dropped at Jake. "You're telling me that YOU brought home, in your precious motorcycle, a hot she-kat and she didn't even your name?!?!"
They both looked at him with wondering eyes.
"Kind of..." Jake mumbled with a faint trace of blush in his face. "It's a long story..."
"I think I'm starting to rub off on you..." Chance said hitting Jake affectionately in the arm, who just smiled sheepishly lowering his head. "Oww, but I'm dying to hear that story buddy..."
"I'll tell you the short version." Alex offered. "Basically it was like this..."
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Alex is quite a selfish, neurotic, wicked, dark she-kat. Famous for her mood swings, she can be goody-goody happy a moment and kick your tail in the next. She always gets what she wants and rules herself by the Slytherin code of conduct, it's a 101 rules manuscript that teaches you all that a Slytherin must know to survive in this deathly world.
She knows she has many flaws, but she accepts herself that way. One of the reason she hates heroes and preppy kats, for their perfection and perfectionism.
