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Chapter Eighteen

“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!

Several days had passed since Feral learned she couldn’t go back to who she once was. Her depression had lifted a little when Felina had been told about her and while they were designing her new identity but now, days later, the grief and loss of her real self on top of her sorrow over on how Chance was acting, still haunted her, dragging her spirit down.

Hackle and Felina were becoming alarmed. Feral had locked herself in her room and, except for meal times, she never ventured out. She was beginning to deteriorate; dark smudges were appearing under her eyes, her appetite was gone, she barely spoke and she was listless.

Five days of this and Hackle decided to summon help. Felina arrived quickly, accepting a cup of coffee from Hackle as they both sat down at his kitchen table.

“Something must be done, she can’t go on like this,” he said worriedly.

“She needs to go out somewhere fun to help get her mind off her problems for a little. Some interaction at a club could be just the thing she needs to begin adjusting to her new self,” Felina suggested.

“That sounds like a fine idea, Felina but I think you’ll need help to accomplish it. Might I suggest getting Ms. Briggs’ assistance?” Hackle said quietly. Felina had requested Hackle call her by her first name since they were going to be thrown together often where her aunt was concerned.

Felina stared at him in shocked surprise. “Professor, does Ms. Briggs know about my aunt?” She asked in concern.

“No, she doesn’t. But I needed the assistance of a trustworthy female to help Feral in the beginning. They became quite good friends. She would be able to help you coax your aunt to go out. She can be very persuasive.” Hackle said with a small smile.

“Huh! Yeah, she certainly can be. Okay, I agree, that that is a good idea, though my aunt is definitely not going to be happy about someone else knowing who she is.” Felina sighed finishing her coffee and setting her cup down.

“I’m certain that’s true, but Ms. Briggs has been able to help Feral adjust with so many things on her path to being female that I’m sure she can help her through this as well. Though this will be a shock to Ms. Briggs, I feel confident she will rally quickly and do what must be done.” Hackle said confidently.

Felina nodded, “Shall I call her then?”

“No, I will. She’s used to me calling her to aid your aunt when needed,” Hackle said. Felina shrugged amiably and handed him her cell phone. Two rings later and Callie picked up.

“Ms. Briggs, Professor Hackle here. I wonder if you have time to come to my place? I have a problem with Ursula that I need your help with.” He said.

“Oh, uh...let me check...,” Callie said looking through her appointment book first. She saw that there wasn’t anything major she had to attend and the minor stuff could be easily rescheduled.

“I can be there in about an hour, Professor. Is that good enough?” She asked.

“That will be fine, Ms. Briggs, see you then,” Hackle agreed and hung up. “She will be here within an hour, Felina.” He told the young she-kat.

“Okay! How about you bring me up to date on everything Ms. Briggs has done for my aunt while we’re waiting?” She asked as she stood up and went to the coffee maker and poured another cup.

“Certainly,” He agreed readily.

Forty-five minutes later, Callie signaled to be let through the gates. She drove up and parked and was surprised to see another vehicle already there. Puzzled, she went to the door, it was quickly opened by James. He led her to the kitchen. She was surprised to see Lt Feral sitting at the kitchen table with the Professor.

“Lt. Feral, good to see you but why are you here?” She asked.

“Hello, Ms. Briggs. Professor Hackle and I have something to tell you. It concerns my uncle’s supposed death.” Felina greeted her and gestured for her to have a seat. Callie sat between them and frowned.

“Supposed death?” She asked confused.

“My uncle didn’t die when he fell from the SWAT Kat’s jet.” Felina said without preamble then gestured to Hackle to continue the explanation.

Callie’s eyes widened and her mouth gaped as Hackle told her about her friend ‘Ursula’ and how she truly came to be. The blond she-kat shook her head in disbelief but gradually accepted the truth when Hackle presented the DNA report from Dr. Konway. Felina added that she had tested the female on their shared personal history and Ursula had passed the test. She was her uncle now in female form. She also told her that Feral was keeping Ursula as her first name and Feral as her last. She would be a long lost cousin of the Feral family. Felina further told Callie that she and her aunt had made up a complete history and created documents for her new identity.

“No wonder she didn’t know how to wear female clothing and panicked when she got her heat cycle. How awful!” Callie said in shock and sympathy for what Feral had been going through.

“Yes, Commander Feral has had a tough time of it but she persevered because she held hope that she would be returned to normal. Unfortunately, just five days ago, Dr. Konway confirmed that a cure was impossible. Feral is now female for the rest of her life. She is understandably depressed about this and has been grieving for days. Felina and I are very concerned. She is looking terrible. That is why we have brought you in on the secret. She needs help to adjust and she trusts and respects you. We hoped you could help get her on her feet again.” Hackle finished.

“I see. Thank you for telling me and I can certainly understand how this has depressed her. I don’t know how I would have handled something like this. Good thing you and...uh...Ursula knew how to forge new documents for her. At least I don’t have to worry about that part. Her new identity fits well too.” Callie sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Okay, what did you have in mind?” She asked.

“Well, I thought we should take her out clubbing, help her mingle with others, see if that will push her to begin adjusting to her new life.” Felina suggested.

“Hmm, well that might work. It’s certainly worth a try. I think I know just the place too.” Callie said. For the next half hour she and Felina talked about when, where, and how they were going to get Ursula out.

While her evening was being planned, Feral finally bestirred herself to take a shower and clean up a bit. She dressed in a clean pair of sweats and comfortable t-shirt. Despite not having much of an appetite for the past few days, she found she was kinda hungry right now. She left her room and drifted into the kitchen. She was shocked to see her niece, Ms. Briggs, and Hackle sitting around the kitchen table together. She stopped in the doorway uneasily.

“Uh...Hi, Callie what brings you here?” And why are you here Lieutenant?” She asked both she-kats casting a questioning look at Hackle.

“Please, come in and have a seat, Ursula.” Callie said smiling at her warmly.

Frowning, Feral took a seat across from Felina. Before anyone could say anything Hackle stood and asked, “May I get anyone something to drink? Would you like more coffee, Lieutenant?”

“No I’m fine, Professor,” Felina demurred.

“I’ll have some Professor,” Feral said quietly.

“I’ll take tea if you have it Professor?” Callie asked.

“Certainly, I’ll have it in just a moment,” He told her.

For the next few minutes no one said anything as the Professor poured coffee and made tea. Serving everybody, he sat down again. Feral took a sip of her coffee and studied everyone’s serious face around the table.

Hackle then dropped the bomb on her, “Ms. Briggs has been told everything about what has happened to you and who you really are.”

Feral nearly spit her coffee out as she blurted, “What?!”

“She needed to know so that she can help you even more than she has since this happened to you. We are all concerned about you. You’ve been soo depressed these last few days. Please don’t be upset!” Felina told her aunt gently, reaching out to touch her paw in comfort.

Feral put her face in her paws. ‘Gods! Now Callie knows as well. This is just great! I don’t need this on top of everything else!’ She moaned bitterly to herself.

“Ursula, it’s alright. I’m so sorry for what’s happened to you. I now understand why everything was so difficult for you. I want to help you fit in again. Please let me!” Callie pleaded softly.

“I just need to be left alone...is that too much to ask? Everything is moving too fast right now and I just...I’m just having a hard time getting used to all this.” Feral said sharply snapping at them in anger.

“I know! That’s why I want to help you!” Callie said ignoring the anger.

Feral rubbed her face in frustration then looked into the earnest face of the Deputy Mayor. She saw real concern in her eyes not pity. Perhaps she should let her help.

She sighed and said, “I’m sorry for snapping at you like that. It’s just...”

“It okay!” Callie insisted, “That’s why Felina and I have decided to take you out clubbing tonight.”

“Go out clubbing??” Feral said in shocked dismay.

“Yes, it’ll be fun.” Callie coaxed.

Feral looked at Hackle who just smiled and shrugged his shoulders before taking a drink of his tea. Feral could only groan. It was a conspiracy she could see it and there was no escape.

Later that night at a popular hot spot, music boomed loudly from the speakers with lights flashing in different colors giving the club a garish look. Sitting at a table near the back wall, Chance sat drinking a glass of catnip-milk.

Chance watched with bleary eyes as the club goers danced, met friends or made new ones, and couples mingled. They paid no attention to the tabby observing them. Any that thought to approach changed their mind, turned off by the black look on his face and that was fine with Chance. He had come to the night club in hopes of drinking away the nightmare his life had become lately.

He was still shocked and furious that the she-kat he had given his heart to was his former Commander. Even now the thought rankled and tightened his stomach. The kat who had taken his future away was now female and he had fallen for her and what was worse his best friend felt sorry for her and told him to accept the facts and move on. But he couldn’t! He tossed his drink down his throat gasping a bit as it burned its way down.

"You okay, hon? You seem a little down." A waitress dared to ask as she set another drink down in front of him.

"I'm fine." Chance snapped flatly taking the new drink and gulping part of it down quickly.

"You don't look like it,” she said hesitantly.

Chance snorted drunkenly, “My best friend and I had a fight. We disagreed on something!”

"Oh? About what?" She asked curiously.

"A she-kat I once liked," He said thickly.

"Once?"

"Yeah, but it’s over now." He said coldly.

The waitress just shook her head then left to bring him another drink. After his tenth drink, Chance stood up clumsily, tossing money on the table. As he stumbled his way through the club for the door he looked around a bit first. He was surprised to spot some familiar she-kats sitting in a corner nursing drinks in front of them. It was Callie with Felina and sitting between them, her head hanging miserably, was Feral. It didn’t occur to his alcohol sodden mind to wonder why those two were with Feral in the first place.

Chance halted suddenly, forcing club goers to go around him as he watched the three. Callie was coaxing Feral with a colorful drink but the dark she-kat shook her head and pushed it away. Felina frowned unhappily, putting an arm over her aunt’s shoulder and whispering something into her ear. Feral just shook her head then got up from her seat.

Chance watched as she walked away from the pair of she-kats and made for the door out of the club. Seeing her so soon after learning who she really was caused anger to flare anew. Pushing his way rudely through the crowd, he made his way for the door after her.

Feral sighed deeply as she stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air. Callie and Felina meant well but she really wasn’t in the mood to meet other kats. She never told the pair about her and Chance. It felt wrong to be meeting other toms...it would feel like cheating on Chance. It didn’t matter that the striped tom no longer wanted her...hated her in fact...that thought alone made her sick inside. It seemed he would never forgive her either. So despite their best efforts, she just couldn’t be social tonight.

Feral had been so focused on her sorrow that she didn’t notice she was being stalked. The very tabby she had been thinking about suddenly came up behind her and grabbed her, pushing her against a car. Her enforcer training kicked in as she rammed an elbow behind her making him let go. She whirled around and sent her fist into the face of the one stupid enough to attack her. The kat fell to the ground but was on his feet almost immediately.

He grabbed her again, pinning her arms to her side. Before she could make another move to get him off her a passing car’s light shone on his face and she froze.

“Chance?” She asked in shock.

"Shut up! Just who do you think you are?!" Chance snarled in her face.

"I'm sorry! Chance, I didn't mean to hurt you!" She said in anguish.

"Be quiet!" He snapped leaning closer to her. His eyes and breath told her he had been drinking.

Frowning in concern, she started to say, “Chance, you’re...”

“I said shut up! You’re not the Chief Enforcer anymore and I don’t have to listen to you!” He said coldly.

Pain jolted through her...how could he be so cruel...her life was gone and he dared to shove that in her face? Furious, she suddenly raised her paws and shoved hard against his chest. She might be female but she was no weakling.

Chance staggered back, his reflexes poor due the amount of alcohol he’d drunk that night.

“How dare you? I can never be an enforcer again. I’m not even male! You have no idea what that’s like!” She choked with tears of anger.

“Good! Now you know what it’s like to lose your future! Just like me and Jake do!”

“You really think that?! At least you’re still you and I...I don’t even know what I am anymore!” She said bitterly.

“Yes, I do! Day in and day out, Jake and I have to work at that salvage yard and running a garage to make ends meet and still pay that debt you forced on us. On top of that, you made me fall for you!” He snarled drunkenly.

“I made you fall for me? I did no such thing!” She snapped furious. “You’re the one who pushed his way into my life. I didn’t know how to deal with being female and you made me feel things I’ve never felt before and I tried repeatedly to get you to back off. I pleaded with you that we could be hurt but you wouldn’t listen!” She shouted, tears beginning to choke her. She stepped back and violently wiped her eyes with her paw. ‘No, I won’t cry...I won’t let him see how much he’s hurt me...I won’t be weak in front of him,’ she told herself furiously.

Chance stared blearily at the beautiful she-kat struggling to hold back tears. This was the female he had wanted more than anything but his mind couldn’t let go of the memories of her true self. He was so mixed up. Feelings of anger, hatred and betrayal were tangled with ones of longing, desire, and passion.

The overwhelming emotions swelled up within him as he looked at her and without a word of warning, he stepped forward and grabbed her by the shoulders. His mouth captured hers and he kissed her with all his heart and soul.

Feral’s eyes widened but she didn’t pull away. The kiss sending heated tendrils of desire pouring through her then Chance was drawing back. She stared at him in puzzlement but before she could ask why, the tabby’s eyes closed and he slid to the ground, unconscious.

“Chance?!” She called tentatively as she knelt down beside him but he was out cold. She looked around in dismay. ‘What should I do now?’ She thought. She couldn’t just leave him here. Sighing unhappily, she pulled him into a fireman’s carry and carried him to his truck.

She searched his pockets, found the keys and unlocked his tow truck pouring him into the passenger seat. She took the driver’s seat and drove him home.

At the yard, she honked the horn to attract Jake’s attention. He came out to the truck with a frown on his face wondering why Chance was honking when he saw Feral instead in the driver’s seat.

“Wha...Feral?!!”

“It’s okay, he’s just had too much to drink. I was at the same club as he when he fought with me outside. We yelled at each other then suddenly he kissed me then passed out,” she sighed ruefully.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Jake asked in concern.

“No, he didn’t,” she reassured him.

“Okay, well let’s get him inside then.” Jake said quietly.

Together they carried him into the living room upstairs and dropped him on the couch.

“So does this mean he’s forgiven you?” Jake asked gently.

“I really don’t know what it means. I don’t think so,” she muttered not willing to try and make sense of the past hour. “But that’s okay! I can understand if he doesn’t,” she sighed in resignation.

“You sure? You don’t sound so certain. Listen, I’ll try to talk to Chance again….”Jake began but was stopped by her shaking her head.

“No, really, it’s okay, Jake. I’ll get over it...uhm...…could I use your phone? I left the club without telling Felina and Callie.” Feral asked in a hurry to leave.

Jake gaped at her then blurted, “You were at a club with Ms. Briggs and Lt. Feral?”

“Oh...uh...yeah, they know about me. Felina helped me create a new identity and Callie is trying to help me cope with being female,” she said briefly.

“Oh well, I’m glad Felina knows you’re alive and that Callie is helping you out. That’s good to know.” Jake said smiling faintly.

“So what’s your new identity?” He asked curiously.

“I’m a long lost cousin of the Feral clan. I’ll be called Ursula Feral from now on.” She told him.

“That’s wonderful. I thought that was a very nice name. Glad you kept it.” Jake said warmly.

She blushed. “Thanks. I still need a phone Jake,” she asked again.

“Oh yeah, right, this way,” Jake apologized blushing.

He led her to the phone in the kitchen. She thanked him and dialed Callie’s cell phone. She told both she-kats she had gone home and not to worry about her. Felina wasn’t happy that she had left so suddenly but asked if she could come see her tomorrow, Feral agreed and said goodbye then she called a taxi to pick her up. Sighing she hung up the phone and turned to Jake again.

“Thanks, Jake.” Feral said softly.

“You’re welcome! Is there anything else I can do for you?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, could you tell Chance I’m sorry for hurting him?” She murmured.

“I’ll do that.” Jake said then led her back out to the front of the shop and waited with her until the taxi came and picked her up.

Next morning, Chance woke with a pounding head and a mouth that was dry as cotton. He discovered he was laying on the couch in the living room with a blanket over him. Not sure how he’d got there, he shoved the blanket off and stood unsteadily. He walked slowly to the kitchen and sitting at the table was Jake eating his breakfast.

“Jake, how did I get home last night?” Chance asked thickly, grabbing a glass and filling it with water then reaching in the cupboard for a bottle of aspirin and downing two pills. He was truly hung over. He dropped into a chair next to Jake.

“Ursula brought you home,” Jake said with a small smirk when Chance choked on his water.

“She what?!”

“She brought you home then asked me to tell you, she said she was sorry for hurting you. I don’t know why she would say that when clearly it’s you who hurt her not the other way around,” He said standing up to put his dishes way.

“Yeah, well…she…she…” Chance started to stutter then went silent.

No longer in a drunken haze, he remembered the fight outside the club, the hurtful things he’d said, and the kiss. He remembered Feral trying to hide her tears and saying how sorry she was to have hurt him and the pain in her eyes at the terrible things he’d said. ‘Oh, God! I can’t believe I said that!’ He thought putting his head in his arms and moaning

“Chance? Something wrong?” Jake asked looking at him.

“Last night…I got into a fight with Feral and I…said something really nasty to her.” He said mortified.

“What did you say?” Jake asked his eyes narrowing.

“How is it was fair that she now knew what it was like to not have a future.” He said. It sounded even worse now in the light of morning. ‘How could I be so cruel,’ he thought.

“Chance, how could you say that?!” Jake exclaimed angrily.

“I know, I know! I was drunk!” Chance protested weakly.

“That no excuse, Chance! You hurt her!” Jake hissed furiously.

Chance swallowed and lowered his head. ‘Jake was right, he had been angry and drunk but that was no excuse to have hurt Feral like that.’ He thought ashamed of himself. ‘There’s nothing fair about what has happened to Feral.’ What was still amazing was she had apologized to him despite how he had acted. He felt really stupid now. He let his feelings of anger, hatred and betrayal blind him. He should be apologizing to her.

Those hurtful feelings were fading as he took a long hard look at himself. He had been selfish. He wasn’t the only party affected by Feral’s plight. Feral had had to learn to be a female...just the thought of what that entailed made him wince.

Then he had to make her situation worse by pressing her when she clearly had tried to make him back off. He selfishly pushed at her until she gave in unable to fight her new female responses and he took advantage of that. All because he had wanted her... badly...the shock was...he still wanted her...despite now knowing who she really was...he couldn’t let go.

The gruff, irritable, pig headed, and stubborn Chief Enforcer was now a kind, thoughtful, compassionate, and beautiful female...and he loved her. Gods! He truly loved her. He needed to find her and apologize and ask her to forgive him.

“I need to talk to her,” he said suddenly.

“Whoa! Now hold on, Chance. Are you sure! She doesn’t need anymore pain from you!” Jake warned.

“Yes, I’m sure. You were right. I just had a hard time getting past what she’d done to us before. Now that I’ve had time to think it through, I realize I’ve never cared for anyone as much as I do the female she is now. There just doesn’t seem to be anything that resembles her male self in that beautiful form.” Chance said with heartfelt sincerity.

“True! That’s what I’ve been trying to get you to see.” Jake said in relief. “So how do you feel about her now?”

“I love her.” Chance said simply.

At that same moment in Professor Hackle’s lab, Feral was looking over the morning paper. Her personal history had been created and inputted into the system without difficulty but now she had other problems to deal with.

She was searching the classifieds for a place to live. She couldn’t continue to live in Hackle’s home. She’d found three prospects. Her other problem was what she was going to do for a job and how she was going to reconcile her desire to be Valkyrie against her old stance on vigilantes. She had truly hated the idea of being a vigilante but after functioning as one by accident she found she couldn’t turn her back on it.

As she sat in the lab with the battle armor, she mulled over just how far she’d come. It was funny, when she first tried it on it was to simply test it. But then she began to ‘test’ it more often in real battle. She soon forgot that it was a test at all. Feral realized with shock that she was happy being Valkyrie. Standing up, she walked over to the armor and touched it.

“What should I do?” She asked aloud.

“Ursula?”

“Yes, Professor?”

“Have you made a decision?” Hackle asked walking toward her knowing she was struggling with herself.

“No, I haven’t. I don’t know what to do anymore. There’s a part of me saying I should continue being Valkyrie and another part of me saying its wrong,” She said heavily.

“Which part do you believe is right?”

“Both of them! If I stop being Valkyrie then Steele will let the city suffer when there’s trouble and that will put Felina in danger but that doesn’t change the fact that being a vigilante is wrong.” She sighed in frustration.

“A difficult decision.” Hackle commiserated.

“Only because I’m having difficulty letting go of who I once was...the someone who firmly believed there was only one right way to protect the city.” Feral said.

“Is there?” Hackle asked.

“No, I’m fast learning that isn’t so. I have to admit I really enjoy the freedom of being Valkyrie. As an enforcer I had no real say in how I protected the city. I was always threatened with a veto by Mayor Manx. It always chafed me and hindered any good I could do to keep the city safe. I think it was why I was always angry and unhappy. Manx held the reins and I hated that.” She said bitterly.

Hackle just nodded sagely, “It sounds like you may have made your decision already but don’t realize it.”

She stared at the suit and realized he was right. She couldn’t give this up now. She smiled faintly as she realized this was why the SWAT Kats did what they did. They couldn’t stand by and watch the city be harmed even if they had to break the law to do it.

“Well I guess there’s only one thing I need to do then, do you know of any place I can use as a base for Valkyrie. I obviously can’t be running back here all the time and eventually someone might spot me and endanger you.” She said seriously.

“I don’t but I’ll give you James to help you out in finding a place. I have, however, made plans for the base when you do find a location. Shall we go and look them over?” Hackle said with a smile as he led the way to another lab.

“Thank you, you’ve done so much for me. I really appreciate it, Professor,” Feral said humbly as she followed him to the other lab.

“You are most welcome. Besides it gives me an opportunity to give back to the katizens of this city by inventing things that will protect it and you, my dear, are my way of doing that.” He said happily.
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