Stella sat on the closed lid of the toilet in her apartment bathroom and stared shellshocked into the eyes of her only cousin. Between where she sat and her cousin stood against wall, sat a small white bar, with two blue lines. The meaning of which was undeniable; she was pregnant.

6 months earlier…

T-Bone pulled the handlebars of the newly constructed cyclotron through another tight alone MegaKat's Katsratch Highway, the engine roaring as it accelerated. Razor smiled through his helmet in the second seat. "Handles like a dream, eh, T-Bone?"

The tabby laughed, whipping their bike around in figure eight before, continuing in their previous direction. "You've really outdone yourself, bud."

The late-night drive at nearly midnight would hopefully do both of them some good. They'd spent what seemed like the last two months constantly fighting one villain or Omega threat after another and the stress had turned both toms into insomniacs.

Razor yawned and winced as his microphone picked up some feedback; he'd have to look into that later. "How about we call it, Hotshot?"

T-Bone nodded, beginning to feel his own fatigue, and turned the next corner; taking extra car to pass safely by a sedan parked on the side of the road. "Sounds good…bud."

As they pasted the vehicle, both toms noticed a single working blinker doing it's best to function in the cool April temperature, and slim figure stand from the ground in front of it. T-Bone slung the bike back around 180 degrees, bring it to a stop twenty feet from the bumper.

With the cyclotron's lights now pointed in MegaKat's direction, the two could see the figure they'd spotted was female, roughly Razor's height and had taken a defensive stance beside the driver's side door. Razor slid from his seat and broke the uneasy silence. "Easy miss, we're not going to hurt you."

Stella sneered. "Oh, I'm more than sure of that. Get lost."

T-Bone frowned, setting the cyclotron down on it's pin, and standing as well. 'Who does this crazy she-kat think she is?' He crossed his arms beside Razor. "Look lady, we can't just leave ya out here to fend for yourself; it's too late."

Razor sighed, shaking his head and took a step forward. "What my partner is trying to say is we're here to help you. I'm Razor and that's T-Bone, we're the Swat Kats."

Taken aback, Stella's eyes moved between them. From what she'd heard, these two were either nothing but trouble making vigilantes, or heroes. Though from what she could see in the near dark there was nothing special or menacing about them. "I'm Stella Griffin."

Moving forward again, Razor offered her his hand with a smile. "Good to meet you, new in town?"

Stella nodded, her eyes moving to his partner as T-Bone gave his own nod. "Yes, I'm moving in, starting with the Enforcers next week in fact."

T-Bone scoffed and crossed his arms tighter leaning back against their bike. She watched as Razor shot his partner a nasty glare and then turned his attention back to her. "Mind if I take a look?"

She smiled, motioning to her car. "Please, be my guest. I found a leak in the radiator line, but I don't think that's the only problem." As Razor shimmied under the hood her attention turned back to T-Bone. "And just what is your problem with anyone joining the Enforcers, or should I even ask?"

He shrugged; his masked eyes locked on her. "Let's just say we know very few decent Enforcers and fewer than that could be considered our friends."

Razor sighed from his place on the ground and shimmied out from the hood. "Don't mind him, he's just sore about the subject." His attention turned to his now glaring partner. "Grab the duct tape and pilers for me, bud."

As T-Bone turned to do as he was asked with a growl, Razor turned to Stella. "It's definitely got a leak, but I can tell your timing belt is shredding, and the compressor is shot as well. I think "band-aiding it" will get you into town but not much more. You're going to have to find a mechanic sooner rather than later."

She sighed. "Great, guess the loose change from my Enforcers salary for the first few months is blown already."

T-Bone returned with the duct tape and pilers in hand, his expression softening some. "Don't fret too much. There's a salvage yard just outside of town, two toms run a repair shop out of it; they should be able to help ya."

Razor slid back under the car. "They do good work, should be able to get you back up and running smooth for a few hundred, I'd think."

As T-Bone and Stella fell into a somewhat comfortable silence watching as Razor worked, his took in the slight shiver of her shoulder; he figured it to be around forty-five degrees out here. "Don't you have a jacket?"

Stella for her part, blushed and shook her head disappointedly. "Packed away in one of the suitcases in back, I hadn't expected this pitstop."

Realizing the thin sweater, she had on wouldn't provide much warmth, and that she'd been out here for only Kats knew how long before they'd come upon her, he unzipped his leather jacket and slipped it from his shoulders.

Stella was taken by surprise when he placed it over her, their eyes meeting. "Oh no, thank you, but…"

T-Bone held up one hand stopping her protest. "You're shivering, I'll survive without it for moment."

As she pulled her arms through his jacket, Stella realized just why she hadn't recognized her rescuers, even though they were infamous even in Katamonga. The damanic duo were dressed in dark jeans, leather jackets, and black boots. The appearance of two toms on a motorbike at midnight in dark clothes, gloves, and masks would give anyone pause. Her eyes moved back to T-Bone and racked over the gray long-sleeve that stretched over his well-defined chest. 'Kats, he's hot.'

Before she could move past that thought Razor stood, wiping the greasy hands on his jeans. "It'll drive but I'll sleep better if we see you into town; no telling if my patch job will hold." His attention turned to T-Bone. "Or we could just pull it behind the cyclotron."

"Guys…" Their attention turned back to Stella, her smile wide. "…I appreciate everything that you've done but I think I can handle it from here."

A smirk spread across both of their faces and T-Bone stepped forward, invading her space. "Yeah, that's not going to happen. As much as we don't like Feral and his Enforcers, I'll be damned if he's given the chance to say I left one of his newbies alone in the middle of the night along the side of the road."

Razor nodded. "Stella, we've got two choices here; you drive this heap you've got into town with us following or we'll tow it for ya. Either way, we're not leaving you out here alone."

She sighed, conceding. "Fine, suit yourselves, I'm staying with Commander Feral; though he wasn't expecting me until tomorrow."

"Feral?!" Both toms stare at her as if she'd grown another head.

The confident smile T-Bone had been sporting fell. "You've got to be kidding me, please don't say you're involved with Feral?"

Stella crossed her arms, getting as whiff of T-Bone's body spray as the jacket was pulled tightly against her. "Of course not, at least not like that." Their eyes were still locked on her. "Look, it's complicated. I can still go it alone."

Both toms broke eye contact and exchanging in a silent agreement before crossing their arms and turning back to Stella.

20 minutes later, 1:15am...

Commander Feral awoke to the sound of engines pulling into his drive and promptly shutting off. Noticing the time, he growled and stood from his bed, retrieving his off-duty revolver from the nightstand drawer and moved to towards the front door. He could not have expected the sight that greeted him, however.

Stuffing his gun in the band of his lounge pants, he sighed and pulled the door open. "Nicole, what in Kats name are you doing?"

"Nicole?!" Both toms stopped dead in their tracks at the front of the car and stared at the she-cat they'd been in the company of for more than the last hour.

T-Bone sat the bags he had pulled from the trunk on the ground, his eyes narrowing. "What happened to Stella?"

Feral who had crossed the driveway to stand next to the she-cat frowned as he turned his attention to T-Bone and Razor. "Stella is her middle name; she's used it since my divorce from her mother."

Stella shrugged; her eyes locked on the Swat Kats. "My full name is Nicole Stella Griffin-Feral. I just haven't introduced myself that way in a long time and given the history between the three of you, I didn't see the good in revealing it so soon."

T-Bone crossed his arms, trying his best to ignore the cool pre-dawn air. "Gotta say Feral, I didn't know you had your own kid, but I'm more surprised you'd let her ride around in that busted down heap."

Feral's eyes landed on the brown sedan that Razor had climbed from and still stood just in front of before moving to his daughter's. "If this stubborn kit had accepted any financial assistance over the years that wouldn't be what I assume brought you together tonight."

For her part, Stella simply shrugged again and moved to stand in front of T-Bone. "I wanted to make my own way." She shrugged off his jacket, offering it to him. "Thanks, for everything..." As he nodded, slipping the jacket back on, her eyes turned to Razor. "…I mean it."

Razor smiled, his eyes watching her as Stella retrieved her bags from in front of T-Bone and turned towards the house. Now beside her father, he addressed the Commander. "I taped up what leaks I could find, Commander, but it'll have to be serviced as soon as possible."

Feral's tired gaze moved from his daughter, to her car and the Swat Kat's before returning to her as she stood at his side. "Run along Nicky, I'll be right there."

He watched his daughter's eyes moved between him and the Swat Kats uneasily, and only move on into the house after receiving nods from the two other toms. Feral stood in silence, his eyes focused until the door closed; then his gaze softened. "I owe the two of you a debt tonight. I won't forget it."

Razor stepped forward, standing directly beside T-Bone and nodded. "It was our pleasure, Commander."

T-Bone directed his own nod at Feral. "You would have been proud; she was ready to take us on."

A smirk spread across Feral's face. "I'm sure it would have been interesting."

T-Bone nodded, turning back towards the cyclotron, throwing a hand over his shoulder, knowing Razor would follow. "Goodnight, Feral."

Without returning the sentiment, Feral turned and headed towards his warm house; the roar of the cyclotron's engine filling his ears and his hand reached for the knob. Eye know locked on his daughter as she descended from the stairs, his feelings towards the vigilantes softened, even if for the moment. 'Goodnight, Swat Kats.'