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Chapter Sixteen

“Talking”

‘Thoughts’

I want to thank Ulyferal for being my beta-reader and giving me Feral’s female name. Also I will be adding a few characters of my own so if you want to borrow them you will have to ask first! Disclaimer: I don’t own the SWAT Kats they belong to Hanna-Barbera!

It was early in the morning and Hackle was making himself some breakfast when the phone rang. He hobbled to the phone and answered it.

“Professor Hackle speaking...ahh...Dr. Konway good morning...what?...you’re certain...” Sadness lit his face as he listened to Dr. Konway’s report. “I know you did your best...thank you for telling me...no, I’ll tell her. Good bye!” He hung the phone up slowly.

Hackle moved to the kitchen window and looked out over the bay. His mind mulled over what Dr. Konway had told him. He didn’t know how he was going to break the disturbing news to Feral.

At that moment, Feral was walking down the beach watching the waves roll in and out with the morning tide after her morning workout. She needed the time to wind down after all the trouble caused by the virus attack on the city three days ago.

The city was now back to normal and Viper was in jail. Too bad they couldn’t have gotten Dark Kat as well. Sighing, she took a few deep breaths of sea air then turned around and headed back home. When she went up the stairs and into the kitchen, she found Hackle sitting there drinking his coffee and looking unhappy.

“Commander, please sit down. There is something I must tell you.” He said before she could say anything.

Feral did as she was told, feeling a little uneasy. Hackle opened his mouth to speak then closed it. He stared at Feral a moment longer, sighed, then taking a breath he tried again.

“Dr. Konway just called. After rechecking the blood sample you gave him, he concluded ...” Hackle paused, his throat tight, he swallowed and went on, “The test showed your transformation is a permanent one. The change to your DNA can’t be reversed. I am truly sorry!”

Hackle stared at the stunned face before him. He watched as the news sank in and her face reflected her emotions...shock...anger...despair...and back again unable to settle on one that could handle what she’d heard. Her breathing quickened and her paws formed into fists. She closed her eyes and shuddered as she tried desperately not to panic.

Worried for her, Hackle reached out to take one of her paws in his own to comfort the now ex-commander of the Enforcers. She jerked away when she felt him touch her. Her precious control was fast leaking away and his touching her only made it worse. Blindly she lunged to her feet...she needed to leave...she had to get away...away from the truth...away from herself...away from everything.

“Commander,” Hackle called softly afraid of what she’d do now.

“Professor, please don’t call me commander anymore. I’ll never be a commander again.” Feral said in a pain filled voice.

“I’m truly sorry, Comm...uh...…Feral.”

“I am too.”

Without another word, Feral walked out of the kitchen and into the vehicle lab. Her thoughts in turmoil, she strode across the floor of the lab heading for her bike. She didn’t care where she was going as long as it was away from here.

She raced out the gate, pushing the bike to its top speed, not caring about the danger. She kept her mind blank as she raced toward the city trying to outrun her pain. The faster she went the further she tried to get from her thoughts. But no matter how fast she went her emotions refused to be denied and roared through her. Tears of bitter sorrow began running down her face until her eyes began to blur, no longer really seeing the road ahead of her.

She never saw the familiar truck bearing down on her, its driver preoccupied with tuning his radio instead of the road. His passenger had been looking out his side window and had just turned his head forward when he spotted the motorcycle heading right for them.

“Chance, look out!” Jake yelled grabbing the dash board.

Chance looked up and reacted swiftly by jerking the wheel to the right side of the road, missing the motorcycle by inches. Once past, he stomped on the brakes bringing the tow truck to an abrupt and shuddering halt.

Feral’s vision had cleared at the exact moment when she saw the truck coming straight for her. She swiftly pulled the bike to the left missing the truck. Unfortunately, the sudden jerk had caused her to lose control. The bike hit loose gravel and spun out from under her. She wisely let go of it and went flying. Tucking her body, she hit the ground rolling till she stopped some feet from the bike. She lay in the road, stunned, trying to regain her breath, her heart pounding in her ears.

Over on the right side of the road, Jake and Chance sat still in their truck not moving. They were still in shock at what had almost happened, both taking deep breaths to calm their racing hearts. It was Jake that snapped out of it first.

“Chance, we need to check on the driver of the motorcycle.” He said urgently, releasing his seat belt and jumping out of the truck. Chance was hot on his heels as they rushed to the downed motorcyclist.

As they passed the bike, Chance recognized it and ran even faster catching Jake off guard. Surprised by his partner’s sudden increased haste, Jake didn’t get a chance to look at the bike so was still in the dark as he picked up his pace to catch his friend.

Chance was frightened. The driver just lay in the road unmoving. Knowing it was Ursula, made it ten times worse. His heart was beating frantically as he pushed himself to get to her side as fast as he could. He would never forgive himself if he had hurt her.

They had nearly reached her, when Feral slowly sat up then rose shakily to her feet. She pulled off her helmet and stared up the road in dazed confusion. Her body hurt everywhere but it didn’t feel like she had broken anything.

Suddenly, a pair of striped arms wrapped themselves around her then gently turned her around continuing to support her with his body. She stared into a familiar pair of anxious eyes.

“Ursula, you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. I should have paid attention to the road.” Chance said anxiously as he looked her over for serious injuries.

She was still rather dazed by the accident so stood silently just looking at him in shock. As he continued to hold her, the reason for her being here in the first place came roaring back. Her confusion was replaced with anger...sorrow...then fear. She couldn’t bear the look in his eyes...fear because he was afraid he had hurt her then relief that she was okay. Chance cared for her too much.

“Ursula?” Chance asked again becoming concerned.

“Don’t call me that!” She snapped suddenly, all her fury at her circumstances hitting home.

“Why not? Isn’t that your name?” He asked confused.

“No, it’s not!” She snarled shoving him away from her.

Chance and Jake looked at each other unsure of how to deal with Feral’s anger. Jake moved up a bit closer wondering what was upsetting Feral so much.

“Why do you say that?” Jake asked in confusion.

She shook her head, wishing they would leave her alone. She couldn’t deal with this, not now. They continued to stand there looking at her with concern...concern she knew would turn to anger and hatred once they learned who she truly was. That thought brought all her unwanted pain back into focus. Tears of anguish began to fall from her golden eyes as she remembered forcibly she could never go back...she could never be an enforcer again...she could never be Chief Enforcer... instead that idiot who cared less for the city was in command of her enforcers. Her previous life was truly gone. The tears turned to heartfelt sobs of loss.

Chance had no idea what to do as Feral began to sob uncontrollably. He looked to Jake for help but he only shrugged his shoulders helplessly then mouthed ‘hold her’ to him.

He moved closer and gathered her into his arms, pressing her face to his shoulder. Too overwhelmed, she submitted without realizing it. She shuddered and sobbed for some time before running out of tears. She was emotionally and physically exhausted when she picked up the scent of the one holding her.

Without warning she shoved Chance away from her. His holding her made things even worse.

Chance and Jake stared at her in surprised confusion. They were completely at a loss as to how to help her when she kept behaving oddly.

“Ursula, what’s wrong?” Chance asked carefully, reaching out only to have his arms slapped away.

“Don’t call me that! It’s not my real name!” Feral choked angrily.

“Then you’ve got your memories back?” Jake asked hopefully.

“No! I never lost my memories. Hackle only told Callie that so no one would find out the truth!” She said reluctantly.

“Find out what truth?” Chance asked getting frustrated.

“I-I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll hate me!” She said bitterly turning away and wrapping her arms around herself.

“Hate you? Why would I hate you? I couldn’t…” Chance tried to ask, now desperate to get answers.

“Yes, you will! You hated me before all this happened to me. I did something to you two in my prior life.” She said painfully.

Chance stared at her in puzzlement. What was she going on about? He’d never met her before now. How could she have done something to him and Jake that would make them hate her? None of what she was saying made any sense. He thought in bewilderment.

Jake, however, had a thoughtful look on his face. Some odd clues were starting to add up to something that would make Chance very unhappy.

“Ursula, I don’t understand.” Chance said trying to get her to tell him what was going on.

“Of course not! How could you since no way do I look like someone you knew and it’s all the fault of those two bastards!” She snarled unable to hold her anger at her predicament at bay any longer.

“What happened to you? Whatever it is, Jake and I can help you.” Chance said trying to soothe her.

“No, you can’t.”

Before Chance could ask why, Jake placed a paw on his shoulder stopping him.

“Just tell us who you really are...no lies.” Jake said firmly.

She shuddered and hugged herself tighter as she stared at them both then looked away and said tightly, “It’s not Ursula...it’s Feral...Ulysses Feral!”

Chance jerked back, mouth gaping as he gasped, “No way! That’s impossible, Feral’s dead!”

“I didn’t die, though sometimes I really wished I had!” She said her voice breaking again, “Dark Kat and Viper used me as a guinea pig for that virus and goofed. Because of their mistake, I will never be who I was again,” she moaned tears falling down her face once more.

Jake’s suspicions were confirmed but still it was really hard to believe. He looked at this she-kat more closely and realized that this was what Feral would have looked like if he had been born a female. ‘Crud! It is Feral. He makes a better looking female than a male.’ He thought in sort of dazed fascination. He shook himself and looked at his partner in sorrow. He knew Chance really cared for this new person and this truth was devastating to him.

Chance couldn’t believe it, the fem he’d found himself falling for was his worst enemy. But as he stared at her more closely he was forced to believe it. He could see the male Feral within the female now that it had been brought to his attention. He felt numb with shock.

Unable to handle anymore, he said nothing as he turned and walked back to his truck leaving Jake to deal with Feral. He needed to be alone...he needed time to think...

Jake watched his partner walk off, his shoulders slumped. Unhappy about this turn of events, he turned to look at Feral only to find she had gone to her bike and picked it up. She turned the motor on, checking to see if it was alright to ride...she was holding her helmet.

“Feral, wait!” Jake called out running up to her.

“Just leave me alone! I been through enough already! I don’t need anymore!” She shouted at him.

Jake reached out anyway grabbing Feral’s arm, “Look! I can’t begin to understand how you feel. It had to be quite a shock.. I’m really sorry you’re stuck this way. When you’re ready to talk about it and want an ear to listen come to me.” He said earnestly.

“But why? I thought you’d hate me especially after what I did to you.”

“Well I’m certainly not happy about that but you are no longer that person. I like your new female persona and I’ve enjoyed being your friend. Despite how Chance is acting, he does care a lot for you. Just give him time to accept it just as you have to learn to accept what’s happened to you. It’ll take time but he’ll come around.” Jake advised her gently.

Feral didn’t know why but Jake’s words comforted her. “Thanks Jake, I may take you up on that offer but as for Chance…I don’t think he’ll ever get over it,” she said sadly.

“That’s because he was really beginning to care for you maybe even love you. This just hit too hard.”

“And that’s what I was afraid of...it why I tried so hard to avoid him...so this wouldn’t happen. I…didn’t want to hurt him,” she admitted unhappily.

Jake hid a smile, ‘Well, well Feral had fallen for Chance just as his friend had fallen for her though neither of them truly realized it yet. What a strange twist of fate.’ Jake thought in amusement. He should really be pissed about this but couldn’t find it in him to hate this different person.

“It’ll work out... just wait and see…umm…” Jake hesitated unsure what to call her now.

“Ursula, it seems to fit me, Jake,” she said with a wan smile.

Jake nodded and gave her a small smile, “Yeah, it does. Anyway, like I said, Chance will come around. You’ve managed to get under his fur. He just needs to sort things out in his head. You care about him as well so don’t give up hope.” Jake said encouragingly.

“Thanks, Jake. You’re a good…friend. I’d better head back to the professor, he’ll be worried about me after the way I ran out of there earlier,” she sighed ruefully.

“Okay, Ursula! Take care of yourself and remember come see me when you’re ready.” He reminded her then patted her on the back.

Feral nodded placing the helmet on her head then taking off leaving Jake alone. Jake sighed deeply heading for the truck. It was going to be a long day. Reaching the tow truck he saw Chance was in the passenger seat. Jake climbed into the driver’s seat.

‘Oh yeah, this is definitely going to be a long day.’ Jake thought sadly as he drove them home.
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