Thanx Bladestar, and I give you chapter 5, by the way, do you think that if I say that I own the SWAT Kats Hanna-Barbera could sue me? I mean, I really doubt that they read fanfiction.
Too risky...
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Chapter5. So long, suckers!
As the fog around her dissipated and consciousness gained terrain she realized one thing: her head hurt, a lot. It was like a constant buzz in her brain that didn't seemed to go away. Slowly, her braincells started working again and a few seconds later she realized how cold was the hard surface she was on.
'Bloody hell... My head...'
Slowly, with a outrageous endeavor, she opened her eyes, and blinked.
Shiny light exploded in front of her, blurry colors came and go, nothing seemed to make any sense as her eyes tried to focus. When the vision cleared, all that she saw were white tiles, books and a big green thing.
'I'm in the floor...?'
Slothfully, she tried to sit up pushing herself up with one hand. A cold shiver traveled trough her hand the moment it made contact with the floor.
'For my whiskers! (A/N she likes to say that, you wan to know the interesting part? Even if you don't want to, Whiskers is her mother's last name) this couldn't more cold!' she shouted in her mind, but didn't retrieve her hand, she just closed her eyes.
After an exhaustive effort, she managed to sit up. Opening her eyes lazily she comprehended that indeed, she was in the floor. Looking up she found the bed at her side, staring [o.O] back at her. Alex shook her head in disbelief, she collected forces and climbed back to bed.
The moment her body felt the mattress, it's warmness seduced her and sleep was promptly clouding her mind. Stretching her hand and taping around for the sheets, she found none. Opening an eye to locate the goods whereabouts, she saw (besides the mattress) more books [What's with the books?!?!]. Not getting a glimpse of the lost sheet she retrieved back to sleep with a simple thought 'I have too many books...'
Alex jumped from the bed into the middle of the room, with her eyes wide open the moment her mind made the connection that she had NO books. She was in a stranger's room, there was no doubt about it!
"Was I drunk last night?!" questions circled her head, confusing the living shit out of her "My head hurts because I fell in the floor?! Or because a hang over?! Was I drunk last night?! No wait! I already asked that!" hysterically, she walked back and forth, trying to understand. "Did I slept with any body?!" Looking down to see if she was clothed, that certainly, she was but not in her clothes. "Did he borrowed me some of his?!"
(A/N This is a demonstration of Alex's neurotic madness, actually, it's because she has tons of bad memories of drunken nights and their afterwards. In fact she doesn't drinks too much or use drugs or dates bad guys or smokes or talks back to stronger guys with out a plan B [not Z! those are bad ideas...] because of those bad memories)
In her walking madness, she tripped with a pillow (the one that knocked the lamp) and fell on her face. Swiftly she stood up, took a deeeeeep breath and started to use her common sense.
"Think Alex, think!" she reprehended herself. "I went to the club, I danced, I talked to Pyro, I danced some more, I refused a lil' guy who's bullies wanted to kill me. Oh yes!" a ray of illumination cleared her mind. "Jake saved me and brought me to the city's salvage yard, because Pyro is in jail!" smiling at herself in appreciation until she recognized what she had just said. "Awww, Crud!"
The cute, tv like, alarm clock that she never noticed, on the night table by bed, showed 7.13 in a Sunday morning. In less that five minutes, she changed her clothes and opened the room's door, awaiting for a good bath in her apartment. Walking like a ghost through the house (or garage, what ever) she aimed to the principal door.
In the way she came across Chance's bedroom's door. It was slightly opened and her curiosity found it quite a turn on. For more that she said herself that she needed to get the hell out of there, her body ignored her and pushing the door a little bit, she took a peek of the big, light furred kat snoozing.
It's always cute and funny to see kats (or people) sleeping, and Chance wasn't an exception. Yes, she was intruding, nor that she minded anyway. Satisfied with the scene, she closed the door chuckling and kept her way.
That was until she came across Jake sleeping in the couch.
A sensation of déjà vu [déjà who?] waved in the air. The way he looked asleep, so peacefully and the cushions in the floor, along with the sheets. She had seen this before. 'Maybe I know Jake from another life?' She snickered noiselessly at the idea. Feeling a tingle, she turned around and saw a door.
No, not a door. THE door.
She felt like under a spell, like if the door was calling out for her, 'open me' it kept saying, attracting her like a magnet. Her paw stretched to it and slowly clasped over the door's knob. Little by little, she was opening it.
Then Jake sneezed, broking the spell.
She backed away from the door, like if it had burnt her. 'Something weird it's behind that door. I don't feel like getting in trouble right now!' Hurriedly she made her way to the principal door, opening it she looked back at Jake, who the sneeze was bringing out la-la land, whispered a goodbye and closed it.
Outside was kind of chilly and lonely. She hugged herself and walked to the Yard's entry. Once in a while looking back at the garage (or house, you pick one!).
"If I ever meet lady luck, I'll kill the bitch [I wonder...]." She muttered eying the long way to the city she had to make on foot, 'cause she had no money for a cab. She looked back and her eyes fell in Jake's motorcycle. (A/N It's not the cyclotron, that will be too suspicious. Imagine he has other motorcycle with the same stuff, just that dissimulated. Ok!)
A dark smile formed in her lips and her face shadowed. She was no longer a perky lil' kitty. Redstreaks was back. "Or maybe not."
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With a third sneeze Jake was definitely up. Annoyed from the lack of sleep he walked to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk. Drinking the precious white liquid slowly, he was appreciating it's flavor.
After throwing the empty carton to the trashcan with a perfect score, he eyed the clock, 7.36. He blinked at it, hoping that he had seen wrong "It's too ea[insert a long yawn]rly..."
Languidly, he walked to his room to retrieve some clothes and take a shower, so he could start a new day in MegaKat City's Metal Salvage Yard. He narrowed his eyes at his own comment stopping at a near certain door that had certain stairs behind that leaded to a certain secret garage with a certain jet inside and the key to a certain hidden hobby.
(I'm sure you know what I'm babbling about here.)
He kept walking remembering the success of the night before.
Certain hobby that needed certain protection even if that meant hitting certain pressure point of a certain sleepy, weepy she-kat that came upon it and that just probably confused the door with the bathroom's...
(I'm still sure that you know what I'm talking about.)
His eyes widened in surprise noticing that the certain she-kat in question wasn't in his room taking the forty winks.
"Wha-?" He was totally confused "ALEX?!" he called hoping that she was in the bathroom or something. No answer came, in less time that what you take to say 'She's gone' he had checked all the house (or garage...), he walked outside with the hope that she was walking around the metal pieces.
She wasn't outside either.
Neither his motorcycle.
"That little ..."
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Nope, she didn't find out their little secret hobby. I mean, the fic would be a lot shorter if she did. And now she's gone, with Jake's motorcycle and he isn't quite happy about someone taking his baby out for a ride. He looves that thing and has a very good aim, that isn't a good combination for Alex if you add the glovatrix....
