Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and I'm making no money off of them.

Thank you to anyone who reviewed the last chapter. I hope I don't get in trouble for forgetting to put the disclaimer in the first chapter (oops). I also forgot to add that I like to put in music references in my stories. So brownie points to whoever can guess which band I referenced in the last story. I'm also referencing another band in this one, and I'm going to use a slightly more popular band and less obscure hints. Also, some people might have noticed the sentence "Matt sat down on a secluded couch...", Matt was Chris's original name, sorry for the confusion.

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Chance felt like he should have known that Jake was gay. He felt like this should have been obvious, but it wasn't. Sure the fact that Jake never brought any girls home was odd, but Chance just figured that Jake was just shy. There was nothing stereotypically "gay" about Jake, no hints, nothing.

Chance put on his helmet and turned on the motorcycle. The engine rumbled between his legs and let out a roar as he tore out of the salvage yard. The street lights had turned on, they became streaks of light as Chance sped through the empty streets.

What really bothered him, what really hurt, was that Jake hadn't told him. That he had to find out in such an awkward way. Poor Chris. He wondered why Jake had been afraid to tell him.

He wondered if Jake had ever looked at him in the showers.

Don't be stupid, he thought.

Chance was heading to his favorite haunt: The House of Blue Lights. It was a small bar on the outskirts of town that catered to the biker crowd. The place looked pretty deserted when Chance pulled into the parking lot. Chance looked around when he walked in: there were a few old toms slumped over the bar, about to fall off their stools, a couple of drunken middle aged shekats were cackling over white Russians and the bartender, Susie Q. All in all, it was pretty depressing. There was also a band playing called Bad Moon Rising, they weren't that good.

"Hey hon, what can I get ya?" Susie said as Chance sat down.

"A Budweiser please." Chance said.

"You sound down." the brew came out of the tap with a whoosh, "What's wrong?"

"Well," Chance wasn't absolutely sure he should be telling her this, " my roommate just came out to me. I don't have a problem with it, but..."

"But it caught you by surprise?"

"Yeah." Bitterness and foam poured down Chance's throat.

"Well, I wish I knew what to tell you, but this kind of thing's never happened to me before." Susie shrugged her shoulders, "I don't even know anyone who's gay."

"I thought so too." Chance put down the empty glass, Susie handed him another.

A younger shekat walked into the bar. She was wearing the same black t-shirt with the "House of Blue Lights" t-shirt that Susie was wearing. Her fur was blond, and she had a fairly nice body.

"Hey Susie." she said, walking behind the bar.

"Hey Molly," Susie replied, "I have a question for you. You know any gay guys?"

"Yeah, tons."

"Great," Susie clapped her hands, "this guy's roommate just came out to him."

"Really?"

"Yeah, caught me off guard." Chance gave a small smile, which Molly returned.

"Wanna talk about it?" Molly asked, her ambers eyes gleamed with kindness. Chance was struck with the thought that if her fur was caramel instead of blond, she'd look like a female version of Jake.

"Sure."

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It was about ten in the morning when Chance pulled into the salvage yard. Jake was already underneath the first car of the day. Chance groaned, there was already a pretty long line of cars. Jake rolled out from under the car.

"Hey buddy, have a good time last night?" He asked, grabbing a wrench.

"Yeah, went to the House of Blue Lights."

"Really? Sounds like fun. I wish we could go out together some times," Chance gave him a worried look, "as friends stupid."

"Right. Actually I met someone last night who really wants to meet you."

"At the House of Blue Lights?"

"Well, it's a girl."

"I'm still confused."

"She calls herself a fag hag."

"Oh. Sounds cool. Did you spend last night getting better acquainted ?"

Chance smirked. "I never kiss and tell buddy. As soon as we get these cars done, I'll give her a call and we can go to dinner or something."

"Well then, you'd better get star-" Just then, the emergency phone started ringing.

"I'll get it." Chance said, walking to the phone.

"Hello?" He asked.

"T-Bone?" Not surprisingly, Callie's voice sounded panicked.

"Yes Miss Briggs?"

"You've got to hurry, an Enforcer pilot's gone postal and is open firing on the streets in his plane. The other pilots have tried to gun him down, but he's too good a pilot."

"I'm on my way." Chance slammed down the receiver.

"What's up?" Jake was standing up, already fumbling to get his jumpsuit off.

"Don't worry about it Jake. I can handle this alone; you keep on working on those cars."

Jake gave him a disappointed look, but put on his jumpsuit and got back under the car. Chance got suited up and hopped into the Turbo Kat.

Chance felt his stomach knot up, no matter how many times he did this, he always felt a little scared. He knew that as soon as he was in the air, his confidence would return. The engine started to roar and soon the Turbo Kat was soaring through the sky. Chance could see the other planes zipping between the skyscrapers of Megakat City. There was smoke rising from the ground, and it seemed that a couple of buildings were damaged.

Oh yes, Chance thought, this would be fun.