This story is just a bunch of one-shots! of a show I loved watching when I was a kid. Please review. But nothing mean. Thank you!

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Chance is currently on his stomach on the bed, his arms folded in front of him as he's shirtless. Felina is sitting on him as she is currently trying to massage his back.

"You have knots all over." She told him as she tried to release his stress.

"Can't help it." He responded. "Jake and I can't figure out how the Metallikats are back."

"I'm confused on that myself. Uncle was there that day when the Metallikats were last seen."

"And what I'm really worked up on is that they know me and Jake are the SWAT Kats." Chance said, making Felina stop what she's doing.

"What?" She gets off him and lay next to him so their eyes met.

"Oh yeah." He unfolds his arms and slides his left arm around her waist to pull her closer. "I don't know how they found out."

"So that's why you've been so stressed."

"Your uncle is going to be so furious, he's gonna not hesitate in hunting us down and arrest me and Jake. The Commander is not found of Chance Furlong and Jake Clawson - ex Enforcers and he's never cared for the SWAT Kats. He's going to go ballistic at the news."

Felina grabbed his face. "You let me worry about my uncle."

"But."-

"If he does, I'll just never talk to him again." She smiles. "My dad likes you."

"I refuse for the Metallikats to come after you and your uncle."

"Let them come." She pokes his chest. "You know I don't back out of a challenge."

He grins. "I do know that."

Felina grabs his face to kiss him, his arms lock around her waist pulling her closer. The need for air won forced them to pull away.

"Now, are you going to help me with this rental, making it more homey instead of moping?"

"You got it, Lt."

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Inside the mechanic shop. Jake held a laser gun as he walked up to Callie. "Are you ready for round 2?" He asked.

"Put that thing away." Callie huffed, while sitting on the couch and hugged a couch pillow. "I'm not going near that thing again."

Jake plopped down next to her on the couch. "Everyone makes mistakes." He told her gently. "I know!" He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "We'll ask Felina for some lessons."

Callie cuddled closer to him. "She might be too busy with Chance and her job. But that's an idea."

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The following day. Chance and Jake are at the garage. "So, Callie wants to learn to shoot?" Chance asked as the boys worked on a car, Jake at the wheel while Chance tried his best at the engine.

"Yep. We tried the easiest first. Laser tag, but when she accidentally clipped the wing of the TurboKat, she instantly surrendered."

Chance smacked his head on the raised hood of the car, he grabbed his head with his right hand. "The TurboKat!?" He cried. "She, she hurt the TurboKat?"

"A small scrap." Jake said.

Chance grumbled. "Right." He tightens a bolt. "Alright, try the engine now."

The car sputters and when Jake tried to give it more gas, oil sprouted out hitting Chance in the face.

"Agh!" Chance jumped back as the black oil hit hit is overalls now. "Shut it off!"

Jake killed the engine. "What happened?" He comes out of the car. "Ohh." He stared at the oil all over his friend, who used a rag to whip the oil off his face.