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Chapter Seventeen

“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!

Feral slowly returned home feeling even more miserable than when she’d left. Running into Chance and Jake, almost literally, had worsened her mood. She couldn’t shake the anguish she felt at the horrified and furious expression on Chance’s face when he was forced to accept the truth about her then turned and rejected her. The pain of that rejection cut through her like a knife.

The emotions of guilt and shame were ones she’d never had to deal with before as a male. She’d done her duty as she had seen fit and never looked back or second guessed herself. Her new female emotions had made that rather cold manner of dealing with things impossible now.

As she focused on the road, she wished more than anything that he would forgive her. ‘But he never will. Not after all I’ve done to him.’ She thought feeling a new wave of tears threaten to overcome her again. Swallowing hard, she forcibly got a hold of herself.

‘It was no use dwelling on what could have been. I need to focus on my present problem,’ Feral thought grimly. ‘Just what am I going to do now?’

That was a very big problem. She was never going back to her old self. She was going to have to start over from scratch. She needed a new birth certificate, a life history, licenses, ID, home, a job...Kat’s Alive! She even had to get all new belongings unless there was some way to retrieve some of her things.

She knew how criminals went about it and she hated the idea that she would have to stoop to that level to make a new life for herself. It added to her depression and shock that she was reduced to using, essentially, criminal practices to recreate herself.

‘This bites!’ She growled to herself then sighed as she reached her temporary home.

Hackle had continued to sit in the kitchen with his now cold cup of coffee staring out at the bay. He felt truly bad for the former Commander. Fabricating a completely believable new life for someone wasn’t that easy. There were so many details involved in making a new identity. This wasn’t an area he was familiar with and wasn’t certain how to go about it.

His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Feral. She looked depressed and angry, the tracks of tears visible in her facial fur. Without speaking, she went to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup of coffee. Setting it on the table, she quietly took his cup, dumped it and poured him a fresh cup then returned to the table and sat down opposite him.

She took a large swallow and sighed, closing her eyes a moment to gather her thoughts. When she opened them, she stared at him and said softly, “Okay, so now I have to commit forgery to design a new identity.”

He blinked at her in surprise. She was much calmer than he’d expected but then sometimes he did forget that after all, she had been an enforcer and despite her change in gender she still thought like one so knew how to behave in a crisis.

“I guess that is true. I forgot it was a crime to do this,” he said smiling wanly at her.

She smiled back sadly, a little humor easing the painful subject. “I also need to find a way to retrieve my personal effects and the things from my apartment,” she said heavily.

“Then I would suggest enlisting the aid of your niece,” Hackle said. “Don’t reject the idea out of paw, think about it a minute,” he hurriedly went on before she could speak.

Feral looked at him in shock then realized he was right. Of course, her personal belongings would go to next of kin and she remembered that she had made Felina her executor of her will. Who better to know where her stuff was.

She sighed and nodded, “You’re right. My belongings would have been turned over to her as my next of kin. Besides which, she can help me design and implement a new identity since she has access to my files and enforcer forms that we’ll need for ID’s and such. However, will she believe I’m alive and that this is me? How will we prove that to her?” She asked the Professor.

“That, actually, is the easiest part of this whole thing,” Hackle smiled in relief, glad she was willing to bring Felina in on the secret. “The DNA test done on you by Dr. Konway is irrefutable evidence. We show it to her when she comes here. She will also need to know that you are Valkyrie so that you two can work easier together. It will cause nothing but hardship if you keep that from her,” Hackle added.

Feral grimaced unhappily but nodded that that was true. “We’ll I guess we need to invite her over for coffee,” she said sardonically, gesturing for Hackle to make the call. He smiled back encouragingly as he dialed the Lieutenant’s number.

While Feral began her journey toward a new life, Chance was struggling with the shock of her true identity. He shut his partner out when Jake tried to talk to him. As soon as they arrived back at the yard, he made for the hangar.

Changing to workout clothes and forgoing gloves, he began pounding the boxing bag with all the fury pent up inside him. While his body worked off it’s anger, his mind focused on what Feral had told him. All he could see in his mind’s eye was the beautiful female he had begun to feel strong emotions for and who was, in reality his hated former commander. He felt betrayed.

Once she’d said who she really was he had stared at her hard. Now that he knew who he was truly looking at he could see the similarities. It was amazing to think that this was what Feral would have looked like if he had really been born female.

Instead of easing his fury, the memories of that moment on the road, the things he’d done with Ur...Feral, the things she’d done when they were together only added fuel to his anger turning it to hate. Feral had made a fool of him not just once but twice. The first time was when Feral had kicked him and Jake off the force, the second was causing him to fall head over heels for her new form.

That last thought caused his anger to turn to self loathing. He couldn’t believe how quickly he’d fallen for her. He’d been so enamored of her that he’d told her things about himself he’d never told another. Now Feral knew even more about him. He roared with anger and grief as he remember how she tasted when they kissed, how much comfort he felt in her arms or just in her presence, how her touch made him feel. He craved her like a drug. At that moment, he swore never to see or have anything more to do with that female Feral.

“Chance,” Jake shouted trying to reach his partner who was bashing the boxing bag with savage fury. It worried him to see his friend so distressed but Chance ignored him.

When Chance had stormed off, Jake let him alone thinking the tabby needed to vent but it had been an hour since he’d come down to the hangar and Jake had gotten concerned. He came down to the workout area and found Chance pounding the bag with a fury he usually reserved for the bad guys. Shaking his head sadly, Jake had approached his raging partner and saw that Chance’s knuckles were beginning to bleed from the force of his blows.

He went to a wall locker and retrieved a first aid kit. Returning to his friend’s side his thoughts went back to that confrontation on the road. It wasn’t as if his feelings about Feral didn’t run as deeply as Chances, he still resented being kicked off the force and required to work in this dump.

But unlike Chance, he looked deeper into his feelings about this new Feral. No matter how he felt about the former Commander, this new female version of Feral just wasn’t the same person. Feral had truly suffered being gender switched. He didn’t think he could have handled it quite as well as Feral obviously had been forced to.

All the things he’d had to learn to just be female had to have been an ordeal then to find herself falling for an enforcer she had kicked off the force couldn’t have made things anymore complicated. Now there was the fact that Feral could never be male again...it was too much.

His heart tightened in sorrow at the look of total devastation and pain on her lovely face as she struggled to contain her emotions in the face of Chance’s rejection. His feelings had done a complete 180 to his surprise but Chance had turned inward and failed to see the pain he was causing. It was a mess all around and it wouldn’t get better until Chance gave up his hatred of the old and accepted the new form that truly cared for him. He would never be happy until he did.

Jake had to try and make his partner get past his hatred before it ruined two lives.

“Chance,” the cinnamon tom called again, finally getting an answer.

“What?” Chance snarled, breathing heavily

“Give it a rest and let me fix those paws of yours,” he said gruffly gesturing Chance toward a bench to sit down.

Chance looked down at his paws for the first time and saw the blood. He didn’t feel pain, not yet. His emotional pain was too strong. Grumbling to himself, he sat down on the bench.

Jake reached for one of the tabby’s paws and began to treat it. Chance just stared blindly as his partner doctored him up.

“Chance before you say or do anything more let me have my say first, okay?” Jake asked not looking up from his work.

“If you must, go ahead, it won’t change a thing,” he muttered mulishly.

“Chance this isn’t the Feral we knew. She’s a completely different person. You need to give her a break. After all, it’s not her fault this happened to her in the first place.” Jake said bluntly.

“So? I bet it’s just karmas way of getting back at her for all the things she’s done,” he said nastily.

“Come on buddy, name one thing Feral has ever done to be anything but a strong and good enforcer and us getting kicked out doesn’t count.” Jake said firmly.

Chance growled, “It doesn’t matter! I made a complete fool of myself and Feral is probably laughing about the whole thing right now.”

“That’s crap, Chance! Feral would never laugh at you! She...” Jake objected angrily before being rudely cut off by his friend.

“She...what? She enjoyed watching us work our tails off while she lived with Hackle doing nothing!” He snapped.

“That’s crazy talk, buddy! You’re not even thinking clearly anymore. Feral’s going through a tough time right now and you need to understand that Feral never meant to hurt you.” Jake said, still trying to get through to his pig-headed partner.

“And how would you know that?!”

“Because I talked to her. I was just as upset as you are now but as we came home I began to think of how all the changes Feral has had to deal with when he became a she. I think…” Jake started to say and was again cut off.

“That just it, Jake! You think to much! Feral never cared about anyone but herself!” Chance sputtered furiously.

“That’s a lie! She cares about you! But she pushed you away because she thought she would be returned to normal and didn’t want to hurt you. She was protecting you!” Jake snapped.

“Oh, sure!? The moment she was changed back do you think she would have really cared about me anymore?” Chance growled clenching his bandaged fists.

Jake huffed at his best friend in frustration, he was fast losing his temper and patience with his stubborn partner. “Moron! Of course she would! But there’s no way it could have worked, she would be male again and the Chief Enforcer and you would still be an ex-enforcer besides being T-Bone that would have complicated things even more. And besides, neither one of you are a lover of males!”

Chance shook his head, “None of that matters since she’ll never be male again or Chief Enforcer. I don’t care what happens to her! I never what to see her again!”

“Fine! Just remember, Chance you’re the one who’ll suffer for your stubborn refusal to try and see how difficult her life is now and how much she cared for you. You will have screwed up your one chance at true happiness!” He snapped in fury then turned away and stormed out of the hangar.

Unwillingly, Chance’s head was filled with Jake’s parting words. They repeated over and over like a broken record constantly telling him how thick-headed he was. Furious with himself, he lunged to his feet and made for the ladder that led to the kitchen. ‘Damn it all!’ he snarled to himself as he climbed out into the kitchen and headed for his room to sulk.

Lt. Felina Feral was heading down the long back road that lead to Professor Hackle’s home. She had received a strange phone call from him less than an hour ago. He told her it was important that she come to see him. That it was about her uncle’s death.

That alone had captured her attention immediately. She cleared her schedule for the day and was on the road immediately. She was anxious to find out what information Hackle had.

She was soon driving up to the security gate and pressing the button for entry. When it silently opened, she drove up to the door of the Professor’s home. She was startled when a robot answered the door.

“Please to come in Lieutenant. My name is James and I will escort you to Professor Hackle.” It said in a well modulated voice.

“Uh thank you,” she said in bemusement as she followed the robot. It led her through the house and into the Professor’s lab complex. When they entered the room where Hackle was, sitting beside him was the she-kat that had aided her when she’d been strickened with the virus that had taken the city some days ago. Felina stared at her in surprise.

“Lt Feral...” Hackle said quietly redirecting her attention back on him.

“Yes?”

“Please have a seat,” he gestured to another chair near him. She did so and waited impatiently.

“What I’m about to tell you must not leave this room,” Hackled warned her.

“Alright,” she said calmly.

“Your uncle is not dead,” He said without preamble

Felina eyes widened in disbelief, “Hackle if this is some kind of joke…”

“It’s no joke, Lieutenant. I am quite serious. I found your uncle washed up on my beach the day after the SWAT Kats had rescued him from Dark Kat.”

“If that’s true, why hasn’t my uncle shown himself?!” She demanded, confused and suspicious.

“Because your uncle underwent a dramatic change in appearance,” Hackle said trying to ease the information out gradually rather than just drop it on her all at once.

“Change? What do you mean a change in appearance?” Felina asked getting frustrated by the slow process Hackle was taking to tell her what had happened.

“When I found the commander he didn’t look like himself so I wasn’t aware of his identity. He remained unconscious for a time as well.” Hackle continued.

“Was he badly hurt and how much could he have changed that you couldn’t recognize him?” Felina asked becoming very anxious. She was afraid he might have been badly disfigured and didn’t want anyone to see him.

“Do not distress yourself, Lieutenant. Your uncle is quite recovered but he has been... transformed.” Hackle said trying to ease her anxiety.

“Transformed? Into what?” She asked even more afraid for her uncle.

“Why don’t you ask the commander yourself?” He said quietly turning to the she-kat beside him.

Felina frowned and stared at the she-kat as Feral sat quietly and tried not to squirm under her gaze. Transformed was an understatement if what Hackle was trying to tell her was what she was staring at. She studied the dark brown she-kat and was stunned to realize she could indeed see the similarities between her uncle and this female. If her uncle had been born female she probably would have looked like this she-kat. She didn’t realize she was shaking her head in disbelief when Hackle spoke again.

“I have proof of my claim, Lieutenant. A DNA test. Here have a look,” he said handing her a folder that had been sitting on the table beside him.

Felina took the folder with some trepidation. Flipping through the pages, she saw it was a report from Dr. Konway. One of the pages was on a DNA test. As she read it she saw how Konway had been able to match the two samples. The only difference was one was male the other female but both held the correct number of genes to make a positive identification of Feral regardless of gender.

She slowly looked up from the report and stared again at the kat before her. Hope was kindling in her chest. If what Hackle and this report said was true her uncle was alive. It was more than she dared believe. She hadn’t been able to believe he was dead especially since they couldn’t find his body. He was just too strong and tough to die that easily.

“Uncle?” she asked hesitantly.

Feral sighed in relief, “Yes, Felina?”

“Forgive me but I need to be sure. Tell me something that only you and I would know... ...something personal,” she said, holding her breath for the answer.

Feral thought a moment then remembered something, “When you were five, you broke one of your father’s trophies because you wanted to play with it. I took the blame because you were sorry and scared that your father would be mad at you after he told you not touch it.”

Felina couldn’t believe her ears. She remembered that incident. It was one of the first things that she was old enough to remember and love about her uncle. It had been one of her father’s favorite trophies and he had caught her playing with it. He’d warned her to keep her paws off that they weren’t toys but when he left for the store she couldn’t resist and took it down to play with and broke it when it fell from her paws. She was frightened and crying when her Uncle Ulysses found her. She told him she was sorry and he made her promise not to disobey again then took the blame for it. She’d loved him for it ever since.

“Oh, Uncle it really is you!” Felina cried, dropping the folder as she jumped to her feet and went to hug the she-kat.

“I really wanted to tell you but I wasn’t so sure you would believe me after all I had a very hard time believing it myself,” Feral said warmly, hugging her niece back.

“How did this happen to you?” Felina asked pulling back to look into her uncle’s transformed face.

“Dark Kat and Viper happened! They injected me with a virus but they didn’t get the result they wanted which was to make me sick, instead it changed my gender.” She said bitterly.

“Do they know about that?” Felina asked worriedly.

“Fortunately, no! The SWAT Kats rescued me before the change began. I was in a lot of pain. When their jet’s cargo hold was ripped open, I fell into the water. I can only guess that I was changing the whole time I was falling and while I was in the water so that by the time I washed up on Hackle’s shore it was complete.” Feral told her.

“So that’s why the Professor didn’t recognize you. It’s good those two didn’t know what their experiment caused. Bad enough they nearly succeeded with that other virus they came up with.” Felina grimaced sourly then she asked the question Feral had dreaded, “So can you be changed back?” Felina asked but the look of disappointment and sadness on her aunt’s face gave her the answer.

“Crud! I’m sorry un...uh ...Aunt,” Felina said sorrowfully.

“It’s okay, Felina, I’m getting used to it,” Feral said sadly.

Felina shook her head, “Are you certain there’s no way to fix this? What about Dr. Konway? Couldn’t he help?”

“Dr. Konway had been trying from the first moment we knew what had happened. Unfortunately, he could find no way to help me. He said my DNA had settled into this permanent configuration,” Feral explained unhappily not really wanting to go over this again.

“Dr. Konway knew? Why didn’t he tell me?” Felina asked angrily.

“Because I didn’t want anyone to know. I kept hoping he could change me back and I didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for me or be the center of controversy and being stared at.” She said tightly.

Felina sighed, that was so typical of her uncle. “So now what? What are you going to do? There’s no way you could ever return. Even with the test results, kats will still not believe it.”

“I know and Steel wouldn’t be willing to give up his seat to a female even if I could prove I was still me. The controversy would upset the troops and many wouldn’t be willing to follow me. It would be a mess that would allow the criminals to cause trouble more easily while we’re trying to untangle it. The prejudice against females is too ingrained,” she said sourly.

Felina knew what her aunt meant. She bore the brunt of that prejudice throughout her career. Only her uncle...uh aunt had made it possible for her to succeed. She still had to suffer the harassment of toms through the academy and through her first tours of duty that is until her aunt put a stop to it. Felina could only imagine what kind of treatment her aunt would receive from the enforcers and Steele.

“But what are you going to do now? Protecting the city was something you loved to do!” She said, her heart breaking for her beloved aunt.

“And I still will. Felina come with me. I want to show you something.” Feral said getting up and leading her into another lab.

Felina was stunned when she saw the battle armor, motorcycle and jet she had seen Valkyrie use. She turned and gaped at her aunt. “You’re Valkyrie?” She gasped in amazement.

“Yes, and I know what you’re thinking. How could I be the one thing I despised...a vigilante? Well, it was an accident that kept snowballing out of my control. The first time, I was just testing this stuff for Hackle. I had nothing to do and this seemed something I could handle to take my mind off my problems. You know what happened, you sent out that distress call and no one responded and I couldn’t let anything happen to you. The Professor’s armor got a real test that time.” She said ruefully.

“That’s when you first saved me.” Felina said warmly.

“Yes, the second time though was because I wasn’t about to sit back when Steel refused to give you back up yet again,” she said scowling as she remembered Steele’s stupidity.

“So this is how you’re going to protect the city? As Valkyrie?” Felina asked.

“Not just the city but you as well. As long as Steele runs the enforcers, you won’t be safe, so I’ll be there for you along with the SWAT Kats.” She smirked and nearly laughed at the shocked look on her niece’s face.

“You’ll work with the SWAT Kats? Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Let’s just say I gained a healthy respect for them and they for me, even though they don’t know who I am. We work fairly well as a team and have come to an understanding just recently.” Feral said.

“That’ wonderful. Now I feel the city is in good paws.” Felina said smiling then she frowned as she realized there were other problems. “Well that’s one problem down now what about your new identity...you don’t really exist so new records will have to be made...what about an apartment or did you plan on living here...” she rattled off before Hackle gently cut her off.

“My dear, that is where you come in.” Hackle said smiling glad to get to the problems that needed solving.

“How so?”

“I’m assuming you have control of your aunt’s personal effects and her apartment?” Hackle asked.

“Oh yes. I couldn’t keep the apartment so emptied it and put your things in storage that I’ve been paying for. I just couldn’t bear to go through them. As for your bank accounts, they’ve been closed and according to your will I was your executor. I didn’t follow through and simply put your funds in a savings account under my name. I just kept hoping you weren’t dead so held on to everything.” Felina said blushing a bit.

“Thank you! This one time I truly appreciate the fact that you didn’t carry out orders.” Feral said grinning in relief. At least he had funds to reset up her life again.

“I can help you find a new apartment, aunt.” Felina said eagerly.

“That will be great but first we have to make up a history for me. That means birth certificate, ID, licenses, etc.” Feral stated.

“In other words, counterfeit a new identity,” Felina smirked in amusement. “Never thought we’d be breaking the law but it’s in a good cause. You know, I suggest we say you are a lost cousin of mine that way you can keep your last name.” She said in a flash of brilliance.

“That’s a great idea! Okay, you have access to the forms we need to give me ID’s so I’ll let you do that for me. Let’s sit down and hash out the rest of the details I’ll need to fill in on all the forms.” Feral said enthusiastically, in a lighter more positive mood than she’d been in the past week.

“What should be the first name aunt?” Felina asked as she sat down again and they began to put together a history for Feral.

“It’s Ursula now.” Feral said firmly.

“It suits you aunt.” Felina smiled warmly.

Over the next few hours, the three kats created a new record covering everything they could think of. No detail was overlooked no matter how small until they were satisfied the history they had put together could withstand scrutiny and not raise any alarms. By midnight, Ulysses Feral was no more and in his place was now Ursula Feral.
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