A week. He was told this was just going to last a week. "Tommy, please get out from under the dresser." He swiped at the hand, smiling to himself as Billy yanked his hand back. "Damn it Tommy, don't scratch me. I'm trying to help." Billy glared, trying to meet his eyes as he crawled further under the furniture.

"Billy, just leave him." He growled as Billy looked like he was going to stick his hand under again. "He's not going to come out until he wants to, so we might as well go to dinner with your family and just bring him something back." Teddy laid down, looking under as well. "Don't destroy the house while we're gone or you're not getting any chicken, you hear?" He hissed. "Let's just go. He's fine." Growling, he watched as the two picked themselves up, brushed their pants off and left. His ears drooped as he was left alone.

They shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. The Sorcerer Supreme should have just told him that he had no idea when he was going to get back. They shouldn't have lied to him. Really, it was just cruel. He had proved that he knew what was going on, he remembered who he was. They didn't have to treat him like a kitten. Whatever, screw them. He crawled out, running to his and Billy's room. They think he acts like a kitten? Fine. He can act like a kitten.

Tommy sat on the edge of the bed, surveying his damage. The drawers were all on the floor, clothes scattered. The bookshelf was halfway empty, the books layering themselves at the base. All of the dirty clothes were out of the hamper, piled into a nice place to nap. The absolute best part was the bathroom. He now knew why cats were always unraveling the toilet paper rolls. It was fun.

The downstairs door opened. Oh, crap. He didn't particularly want to get caught at the scene of the crime. He bolted from the room, sliding around the corner and down the stairs.

He froze at the sight of the two men in masks.

"Aww, look Mark, they've got a little kitten. And it's dyed too." One of the guys got down on a knee, holding his hand out.

"Lance, we're not here to play with the cat. Just grab the stereo and get the jewels while I look for important papers." Tommy's ears went back at their confession.

"But it's just a little kitten." The guy stood up, trying to walk passed him. He let out a growl. "Aww, don't worry kitty. As long as you stay out of our way you'll be fine. You think he'd stay in the kitchen if we just put out some meat or something?" The other guy glanced down, reaching out to grab him.

"I don't care, as long as you keep him out of our way." He backed up, growling louder as the hand got closer. And to think, he'd already have this finished dealing with these idiots if he were human again. He swiped, cutting deep as the man touched him. "Augh, damnit. Fucking cat." Blood dripped to the floor as the guy kicked out. He jumped to the side, hissing at the foot.

"You've gotta be nice to kittens, Mark." The first guy reached out again, pulling back as Tommy buried his claws in the guy's hand, screaming. He tried to rip his claws out, paw stuck in the hand, the man's other hand closing in to grab the scruff of his neck. "Damn, goddamn that hurt." He hissed, swiping at the guy's face. "What the hell kitty?"

"Give it here." The moment 'Mark' grabbed him he was shaken before he was thrown against the wall. He hit hard, sliding down the wall. "Scram cat." He shook his head, clearing it.

"Damn, that cat scratches deep." Mark looked at the claw marks on his hand, glaring across the room. Two can play at that game.

He charged, biting into Mark's leg, claws dug in deep as he shook his head. He climbed up the guy's leg to avoid a hand, scratching deep. His claws ripped out of the pants, landing on the floor only to go flying across the room as Lance kicked him. "Stay down." He glared, hissing as he tried to pick himself up again.

"Fuck, I'm going to find the first aid kit. You make sure that cat doesn't keep bothering us. We're losing time." No, he wasn't going to let them rob Billy's family, not while he was here. He ran, paws getting caught up under him as he pounced. He mewed in pain as he caught another boot to the ribs. Lance grabbed his bag before leaving the room. Picking himself up, he followed them out of the room.

He was still a damn hero, kitten or no.

"We're home!" Billy called as he opened the front door. "Tommy? I've got your dinner here. Where a-" He paused in the foyer, taking in the damage.

"Billy?" he turned as Teddy came up behind him, looking into the room. "Oh no, Tommy couldn't have done this." He grabbed his brothers as they tried to run into the house.

"No, go tell mom and dad that there's been a break in. Teddy and I are going to check it out now," he said as he handed them the bag of leftovers. "Go sit in the car until we say it's safe." They ran back as he followed Teddy into the house.

"I'll check the downstairs, you get upstairs." He nodded before sprinting up the stairs as Teddy disappeared into the kitchen. He called for his magic, preparing to defend himself if the robbers were still there.

"Tommy?" he whispered, peaking into his room. The mess was everywhere, it looked like someone tossed his room, books and clothes everywhere, but there wasn't anyone there. He moved to the twin's room. That one was barely touched, just a few drawers thrown around. The rest of the rooms were empty and only lightly turned.

"BILLY, GET DOWN HERE." Turning on his heel, he left the guest room, sliding down the stairs. "I'm in your parent's room." He slid around the corner, coming to a stop beside Teddy. "He's in bad shape."

Tommy was curled on his side, tail broken as he fought for breath. He barely moved. The tiny body purred as Teddy pet his head. The blonde looked up, a worried look on his face as Billy kneeled down and placed his hands over Tommy's side. "IwantTommytoheal, IwantTommytoheal, IwantTommytoheal," the magic flowed out of his hands, blue rushing over the tiny form. A few minutes later and the kitten started to pick himself up. He quickly gathered the kitten into his arms, keeping the spell going.

"There was a fair amount of blood in the living room, and his paws are stained in it." Teddy ran his fingers through his fur, hearing the purring get stronger. "Looks like he took a chunk out of whoever it was who broke in." He pulled Tommy up higher, curling him under his chin.

"Come on, we need to call the police. And get him to a vet to make sure he's okay." Teddy wrapped an arm around them, leading them out into the night.

"Prrow?" He felt Tommy squirm in his arms.

"Shh, you're fine. Just rest. You did a good job." Tommy stilled, laying limp in his arm as they left the house. His parents ran up to them, frantic, and he moved quickly to calm them down. "There's no one in the house, but we need to call the police. And we need to find a vet or something for Tommy." The small body in his arms tried to squirm out again. Mr. Kaplan nodded, pulling out his phone as his wife stared at the house. Teddy wrapped an arm around him and they walked back to the car. He sat down in his seat as his little brothers crowded around, poking at Tommy.

"Ease up you two. He just needs to rest." The kitten looked up, prupping a question at Teddy. He ran his hand over Tommy's head as Teddy pulled out the chicken giving Tommy a small piece. "Yes, you did a great job Tommy. Now just rest and eat. You're going to be okay."