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Different Point of View	By : Daniella Category: +S through Z > SwatKats Views: 2662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Thirteen

“Talking”

‘Thoughts’

Also I want to thank Ulyferal for being my beta-reader and give me the name for the new hero. Also I will be adding a few characters of my own so if you want to borrow them you have to ask first! Disclaimed I don’t own the SWAT Kats!

A week later, Feral had awakened early to work on her battle suit. She’d decided to learn how to repair the suit, jet and motorcycle since she used them a lot lately and should be familiar with everything about them. She had Hackle teach her what she needed to know so that she could field repair them when the Professor wasn’t available, like when the motorcycle was damaged in the past. She didn’t want to be helpless again and have to rely on someone else. She was used to handling things herself.

Learning the schematics for the jet and motorcycle was fairly easy since she learned to take care of this type of equipment when she’d been a rookie enforcer. She only had to learn his upgrades. The suit was another matter.
This was a very complex piece of equipment that had never been seen before. Professor Hackle was patient and went over every detail with care until he was sure she understood it well enough to be able to do most of the repairs on. Since it had recently been damaged, Feral watched and listened as Hackle told her how they had to repair it and what parts were needed.

They had been working for several hours, when Hackle handed her the list of parts.

“I know a good body shop that should have the parts. Here are the directions.” Hackle said handing her another piece of paper with the address.

Feral look at the paper, her golden eyes widened as she realized whose shop it was. For weeks, she had been avoiding Chance since that fateful day on Atakata Island. She was afraid of her response to him. He made her feel things that felt good and frightening at the same time.

“Hackle, are you sure this is the only place to get the parts?” She asked anxiously.

“No, but I’ve used them because they sell the parts at a very good price. Is there a problem?” Hackle asked puzzled by her obvious tension.

“No, no problem. I’ll get the parts,” She said turning away, not wanting to go into why she was still having problems with one of the owner’s of the shop.

Feral walked reluctantly through the house, pausing to grab the keys to the truck before going out the front door. As she waited for the gates to open, she chewed on her lip in nervous tension. She really hoped Chance wasn’t at the garage when she got there so she would only have to deal with Jake.

She made good time reaching the Salvage Yard. As she made her way down the street to its entrance, she saw Burke and Murray coming toward her, having just left the yard. As they passed her, she noted they seem to be laughing about something. Shrugging, she ignored them and turned into the yard.

“Those bastards! So that’s what they were laughing about!” She thought angrily to herself. Just in front of the garage was a fairly good size pile of salvage the misbegotten pair had dropped off blocking the garage doors. Chance and Jake were angrily cleaning it up.

Shaking her head and feeling sorry for them, Feral pulled up just inside the gate and got out. It was Jake who noticed her first calling out and waving to her. Feral surprised herself by smiling back and waving.

As she walked up to the pair, she noticed Chance was keeping his back to her. Apparently, deliberately ignoring her. That was strange since Chance had proven he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. For some reason, that upset her.

‘You told him to stop seeing you, don’t be upset if he’s doing what you asked!’ She snapped at herself but she couldn’t keep from feeling hurt anyway.

“Hey, what brings you here?” Jake asked stopping his work and turning toward her.

“The professor sent me to get some parts he needs. Uh, here’s the list.” Feral said handing it to Jake.

Jake took the list and looked it over then nodded, “You’re in luck, we just got the parts yesterday. Let me get them. It will just take a few minutes.”

“Thanks, Jake.” She said quietly trying hard to ignore Chance standing so close.

Jake nodded and headed out into the yard, disappearing around a stack of salvage leaving Chance and Feral alone. An uncomfortable silence fell as she stood there waiting and Chance continued to sort the piled junk.

She watched him and noticed something disturbing when Chance happened to turn enough, while sorting, to show his face.

“What happen?” She asked before she could stop herself.

Chance froze with his back firmly to her. “Um…fight I got into lrecently,” He said, trying to act like it was no big deal.

“A fight? With who?”

“Just some drunk tom at a bar.”

She didn’t believe for a minute that what she’d glimpsed was from a simple bar fight. Unable to shake a feeling of concern, she moved to his side and touched his shoulder. Chance tensed at her touch but let her pull him around. She stared at his badly bruised face and frowned.

“Chance, what happened...really?! You don’t get bruised like this from some drunken brawl!” She said firmly touching his cheek gently with her fingers.

Chance blushed and leaned more into her touch despite how sore his face felt. It just felt so good being touched by her.

‘This makes up for what Turmoil did to me!’ Chance sighed inwardly beginning to purr.

Feral blushed and jerked her paw back. His reaction wasn’t what she’d expected.

Not willing to let her pull away, Chance reached out to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

This felt different from the last embrace they’d shared. It was tender and not demanding. Chance just wanted comfort and she couldn’t resist giving it to him as she put her arms around his shoulders. She had a feeling he wasn’t going to tell her the truth about his injuries and she didn’t feel it was her place to force him to, so she gave him what he was asking with his body.

She leaned her face close and carefully rubbed her cheek against his gently, purring as one would do to comfort a frightened kitten.

Chance sighed aloud this time as Ursula comforted him. He felt completely at ease in her arms than any of the other times they had been together. Jake had doctored his injuries and gave him what rough comfort he could but it just wasn’t the same as what Ursula’s body was doing to his. He felt warm and relaxed in her embrace. His anger he'd been carrying all week from Turmoil's attack drained away. He wanted to stay here forever.

A hesitant cough startled the pair and they sprang apart turning to look at Jake who was holding a mid size box of parts. They both blushed a little as they stepped away from each other. Chance went back to work on the junk pile and Feral accepted the box from Jake.

“Thanks, Jake,” she said quietly then reached into her pocket, “Here’s the money, uh.. keep the change.”

“You’re welcome, Ursula...anytime,” Jake said accepting the cash.

She put the box in the back of the truck and called out a goodbye to the two toms before climbing into the truck and heading for home.

Once she had vanished from sight, Jake turned to his partner. “What was that all about?” He asked curiously.

“She saw my face and was unhappy about it. She was just giving me comfort. I have to admit it felt really good and relaxed me,” Chance said stopping his work to look at his friend.

“That’s good! You’ve been in a foul mood since that stuff with Turmoil and those two clowns didn’t make it any better,” Jake said in relief.

“I’m still a little upset about what Turmoil did to me and those idiots always get my dander up but...really...just being in her arms and doing nothing but holding each other really calmed me. I could stay there forever,” Chance sighed a faraway look in his eyes.

“I could see that. If it weren’t for her memory problems, I could easily see her as your mate, buddy. You and her just seemed to fit together,” Jake said in a considering voice.

“You’re right, Jake! That’s what I’ve been feeling. I just didn’t realize it until you said that,” Chance said in wonder at his thick headedness. “Even with Callie, I’ve never felt this way before. I need to get more serious about courting her and see what might happen.”

“Whoa, hang on a sec, buddy! You can’t just start courting her!” Jake said putting up his paws in objection.

“Huh! Why not?” Chance demanded a bit hurt by his friend’s attitude.

“What if Ursula is already being courted? Or is mated to someone?” Jake cautioned.

“Come on, Jake. If that were true then wouldn’t that person have been looking for her? Or maybe filed a missing kat report? Also, she doesn’t behave like a mated she-kat.” Chance said, ticking off some valid reasons.

“Hmm, well those are good points, but still you shouldn’t get your hopes up too high.” Jake said warning him.

“I know, I know. I’ll take things easy.”

“You say that but I get the feeling you don’t mean it,” Jake said unhappily. “It’s your future, I just hope things do work out for you and her. I’d hate to have to pick up the pieces if it doesn’t.” He dropped the subject and went back to helping Chance clean up the junk pile.

Meanwhile, Feral was nearly back at the professor’s home but she wasn’t really paying much attention to her driving. Her mind was back at the salvage yard and a certain tom cat.

‘Why did she care about his face being damaged? Why did she have such a strong need to comfort him? Why did it feel so right? What was it about this powerful striped tom that had her all wrapped up emotionally...so much so...that she couldn’t disentangle herself from him? If anything...they just got more attached. Nothing she did seem to stop it from happening,’ she thought worriedly.

She’d told herself this was all wrong from the beginning. When she returned to her normal self this would cause such awful pain for the both of them. He would never forget that her male self had booted him from the force and consigned him to work at the salvage yard till he paid his debt. Neither of them was interested in males so there wouldn’t be any problem of the Chief Enforcer seeing an ex-enforcer. But the emotional pain would be there for both of them if she didn’t stop this now. Shaking her head and berating herself yet again for falling for the tom she tried to push it out of her mind as she drove back through the security gates.

She parked the truck then grabbed the box and walked into the house. As she was passing the kitchen, she found Hackle there on the phone. Whatever was being said was making Hackle’s face go grim. He listened a moment longer, gave an answer then hung up. Feral had put down the box on the kitchen table and waited to see if the call had to do with her.

“Is something wrong, Professor?” Feral asked quietly.

“That was Dr. Konway. The tests he’s run so far haven’t produced the results we hoped for. He would like another sample to try again. So I need to take some blood from you and send it off,” he said unhappily.

“That doesn’t sound promising. Does he think he may be onto something? Things are getting a little crazy for me lately,” she said tightly.

“Well he seems to have an idea he hopes will work but needed another sample to see if it pans out,” Hackle said trying to be upbeat.

Feral felt a sinking feeling in her gut. Hackle didn’t sound very positive. Whatever Dr. Konway had said to him hadn’t given him much hope. But she clung to the idea that Konway would find a cure. After all, he did succeed in fixing what Viper did when he was trying to alter Megakat City that time. She would just have to be patient a little longer.

“Well, if a little more of my blood will help go ahead and take some,” She told Hackle trying to stay positive.

Hackle nodded quietly and they both went back into his labs. Feral had picked up the box and took it with them. She left it in the weapons lab and followed him into the medical lab. While he was taking some of Feral’s blood, Hackle noticed she seem very distracted.

“Did something happen to you, Commander? You seemed a little distracted,” he asked curiously as he capped the vial of blood.

She startled and was surprised to see he’d finished while her mind was wandering. “What? Oh, no it's nothing …it's just…” she sighed and stopped.

“Just?”

“I don’t know, I feel different some how.”

Hackle raised an eyebrow at Feral' choice of words, “Different? How so?”

“That’s the problem! I don’t know! Here I am...a male inside a female’s body with a female’s emotions...when I get back to normal I’ll have all this emotional crap to deal with while trying to get my life back which will be difficult as hell since I’ve been dead for months. Meanwhile, as I wait to return to normal, I’ve unwittingly become a vigilante and have feelings for an ex-enforcer whose trying to get serious with me. It’s driving me crazy. I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with all this emotional stuff and still keep who I thought I was intact!” She said bitterly as frustration filled her.

“Easy, Commander. You mustn’t give up hope. I know this is a very trying time for you and it’s hard to ignore all the things your new emotions are pushing you to do. All you can do is hold on a little longer and remember who you were,” Hackle said trying to soothe and calm the distraught Commander.

“That just it! It’s getting harder to remember who that was! I just want to be back to normal before I’ve lost myself completely! Is that so wrong?!” She pleaded.

“No it’s not. I hate to say this, but you may want to think about what you will do if you can’t be changed back,” Hackle said cautiously, not wanting to hurt the Commander further, but the way Konway was talking it was better to discuss it at least, in case the worst happened.

“Why should I?” Feral asked sharply.

“I’m just saying Commander, think about it. It is after all a possibility and I don’t want you totally unprepared,” he said gently.

“Right, I’m sorry, Professor, I didn’t mean to snap at you. Could we finish the repairs tomorrow? I...I just need to be alone right now,” She said unhappily.

“Yes, of course. Take all the time you need.” Hackle murmured quietly.

Feral headed to her room, her mind filled with anguish.

In the beginning, it was all so simple...keep fit...help Hackle...change back and return to duty. There was no thought of it being otherwise. She had no doubts she would be returned to her male self in very little time. The impossible was the norm in this city why would this be any different.

Now, however, she’d been female for way too long...long enough to cause emotional problems she’d never dealt with in her life as a male. Long enough to desire something she’d never dreamed she’d be wanting before...a relationship and love...it was all a shock...and here was Hackle warning her that this could be her life from now on...could she handle this? What would she do? She couldn’t go back to being an enforcer...something she’d always wanted to be in her life...what was she going to do?

Only a handful of kats would believe she was Feral because her DNA tests would prove it, but so what! She couldn’t go back to being an enforcer. Then what would she do? Stay a vigilante? Something she swore she would never be...but what choice would she have...she couldn’t let Steel hurt her niece.

What about a job...her apartment...her finances...her belongings? She would have to get with Felina to get her things but it wouldn’t get her life back. If she remained as she was she would need a new identity...birth certificate, drivers and pilots license...credit cards...Gods! Her whole life would have to be reinvented!

Oh and that wasn’t the end of it! She had wanted to get married eventually and have kittens but now she would be the one bearing those kittens. The thought sent a shiver of fear through her. She would truly have to learn to be female...how to manage a heat cycle...keeping undesirable males from her during that time...suddenly a certain tiger tom popped into her thoughts and her breath stopped short in shock...how would he react when he learned who she really was...would he still want her...she hurriedly shoved that potent thought away...she had enough to worry about. There was just so many things that would change if this was her life from now on. Her head ached with it all.

“This is going to be one long night.” Feral groaned miserably.
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