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Hidden Secrets	By : ulyferal Category: +S through Z > SwatKats Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the SWAT Kats. They are property of Hanna-Barbera. I make no money on this story.

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Some four days later, Chance made his move to follow Jake to the Night Owl. He had waited until his partner had been gone more than forty minutes before leaving himself.
He felt a little odd following his best friend but he consoled himself that he really needed to find out what Jake did all those nights out besides sing.
When he arrived and hid his own cyclotron some distance from where he found Jake's, he set the alarm system, then hurried into the club. Jake was no where in sight as Chance found himself a table in a fairly dark corner to the left of the stage.
He had just received his drink when a single person came through the curtain. People politely clapped then settled down to listen. The male was dressed modestly in a pair of slacks and polo shirt. He was a nervous gray stripped tabby with gold eyes who moved up to the mike and pulled a paper from his pocket and proceeded to read it.
It turned out to be a poem and it wasn't half bad, Chance decided when the fellow finished and received a warm round of applause. The tabby, a huge grin on his face, bowed then left the stage.
Over the next hour, Chance watched and listened as a variety of talented Kats took the stage. Apparently, all kinds of things were acceptable from the poetry reader to a magician to an erotic dancer besides musicians. Amateurs were just as accepted as the very talented. It was an arena where everyone got a chance to strut their stuff without being booed off the stage. All those attending always gave polite applause and shouted comments of encouragement no matter how bad the performance might have been.
Chance was beginning to see what people saw in this place. He found he was truly enjoying the ambiance and decided he might like to come here more often. He could also see what Jake saw in it as well and that gave him a better insight into what his friend enjoyed when he wasn't inventing or working his tail off.
Speaking of Jake, though, where was he? Chance craned his neck as he searched the room but still found no sign of his partner. Frowning, he wondered if he was in the backstage area waiting to go on?
Before he could decide if he should go check, suddenly the curtain parted to reveal those same three band members that had performed with Jake. He relaxed and watched them set up.
The crowd around him had gone silent with anticipation. As soon as the band had warmed up and were set to go, only then did Jake appear. A quick but noisy cheer went up before all was silent once more.
Jake had flashed a shy smile at the crowd before turning serious and beginning to strum his guitar and sing. His voice was still rough sounding but that never seemed to matter to anyone listening. Only the words and their heartfelt delivery held the audience in thrall.
Chance couldn't deny that he was thoroughly captivated, his eyes staring amazed holes in his partner and friend. It was a bittersweet shock when the music and voice suddenly ended. He had to shake himself and it seemed most of the audience had to do the same, reluctantly coming back from where the music had sent them.
As he watched his partner leave the stage behind his band members, Chance knew he had to decide to leave or stay. He looked around quietly while he finished his drink.
'Well, why not...what better opportunity would I get but to tell him how I feel after I apologize for following him,' he finally decided.
As he settled down to wait, he spotted Jake coming out from a door to the left of the stage followed by the other band members. The group went to a table that had apparently been saved for them and sat down.
From his hidden vantage point, Chance watched his partner discreetly. The group were obviously good friends as they talked and clapped each other on the back while ordering drinks and food.
As he watched, Chance's eyes narrowed with beginning jealously when he saw the Siamese bass player getting more than a little cozy with Jake and that his friend was welcoming the attention.
He growled under his breath as he stared at the two. The more personal the two got, the more Chance felt his fur rise in anger.
After an hour had passed, he'd just couldn't take it any longer. He was so distracted by what was going on at Jake's table, he'd failed to see any of the other acts on the stage. His entire focus was on that Siamese male and how his arm was around Jake's shoulder.
'That should be me!' He snarled under his breath. 'And if I have any say in it, it will be!' He decided firmly.
He gave a quick glance to the stage and saw it was empty for the moment, now was his chance. He got to his feet and made his way to Jake's table. The group was wrapped up in their discussion and didn't note the burly form making its way toward them.
It wasn't until Chance was standing behind the drummer that Jake finally looked up. The cinnamon tom's mouth dropped open in shock as he stared at his partner.
Keeping his expression pleasant and his words polite, Chance greeted the group. "Hi, great performance up there, especially you, Jake."
"Chance?" Jake blurted in shock. "What the heck are you doing here?"
"What? I can't enjoy a night out like you?" Chance asked casually.
"Wha...no...yes...of course you can. Just didn't expect to find you here," his friend stuttered in flustered consternation.
If the room wasn't so dim, Chance was certain his buddy would be blushing furiously. The three band members eyed the tom curiously. The Siamese especially, blinked blue eyes up at the powerful tabby in mild bemusement.
"Can I join you?" Chance asked, appearing relaxed and calm, when inside he was as tight as a bowstring.
Jake, knowing his friend's body language very well, frowned at the signs he could see of barely leashed anger. He was completely at a loss as to why Chance was furious.
"Sure, have a seat!" The drummer said warmly, pulling a chair from a nearby table and placing it next to him.
"Thanks." Chance said, sitting down and eyeing the group. "You guys really rocked up there. I've never listened to something so wonderful that it kept my attention riveted," he said sincerely.
Jake managed to smile shyly at the compliment while his friends grinned with pleasure.
"Hey, thanks, glad you enjoyed it. But it wouldn't happen if it weren't for Jake here and his incredible vocals and songs," the electric guitar player enthused giving Jake an adoring look.
"Yeah, that really amazed me since I never knew Jake had that kind of talent. I thought I knew you but it's obvious you have depths I haven't seen before, buddy," Chance said, his voice hinting at just how close the two of them were.
The group just grinned at that, none of them knowing Chance personally but...
"Yeah, Jake's always telling us about his great partner and best friend. It's a pleasure to finally get to meet you," the drummer said. "My names Edward." He held out his paw.
Chance shook it, surprised and pleased Jake had mentioned him to his friends. He was introduced to each of the other players. The electric guitar player was named Thomas, and the Siamese bass player was called Lieu. Chance held Lieu's paw a tad longer and tighter than necessary but he just couldn't help it. The tom still had his arm around Jake.
Determined to keep things peaceful and to get to know the members of Jake's band better, he forced himself to make simply chit chat. Before too long, he found himself relaxing and dropping his guard a bit more. It seemed Lieu was just a close friend and was the one who talked Jake into singing in the first place. He felt the cinnamon tom was too stressed out and needed some kind of release and music turned out to be it.
"Well, thank you! I'm glad you were able to mellow him out. I certainly hadn't been successful," Chance said more sincerely than when he'd sat down.
Jake had relaxed when he noted Chance's anger had dissipated and that he was enjoying the evening as much as he was. Though he was still stunned to have his partner show up, he kinda liked the fact that Chance knew about his hobby now.
For the next few hours, they talked, drank and enjoyed the stage shows, commenting on each one amongst themselves.
Chance couldn't remember when he'd had such a comfortable evening. He felt completely relaxed when he and Jake finally left the group to make their way home. Smiling, he climbed on his bike and the two of them raced each other home.
They were laughing as they roared into their hangar and shut down the bikes.
Jake was cheering as he pulled his helmet off. "Beat you by half a second!" He crowed.
"Aw, I let you win!" Chance said good-naturedly as he climbed off his bike and set his helmet down.
"Yeah, sure you did." Jake scoffed as the two of them headed for the ladder and went upstairs.
When they reached the living room, Jake halted suddenly and turned to eye his partner critically. "Okay, now tell me the true reason you showed up at that club tonight," he demanded firmly, paws on his hips.
Chance blinked in surprise and blushed at being caught. His partner was far too sharp to fool very long so now came the moment of truth.
"Uh...well..." he stuttered then taking a deep breath, " I just wondered where you went for such long periods of the night. You smelled interesting but I could tell you didn't have a date so I was curious. I followed you a few days ago and was blown away by your talent. I liked it so much, I decided to follow you again and I'm glad I did. Those are some great guys you've met and I'm glad you've found a way to ease the high stress levels you've been sporting for a while. I just wish you had told me so I could get in on some of that," he said honestly, only telling half the truth.
Jake just shook his head in disbelief. "Well, honestly, I wasn't sure you would have enjoyed something like that," he said shrugging. "You really should have just asked me. I don't appreciate being followed," he rebuked his friend mildly.
Chance reddened. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry...I just..." he paused and stared at Jake, fear of rejection suddenly rearing its head making his heart pound and his stomach tighten.
Jake frowned. He could smell fear on his friend and was uncertain what could be the cause. Chance looked really uncomfortable.
"Chance! Whatever it is spit it out! I don't like seeing you this tense and upset," he said seriously.
'Crud! Here goes nothing!' The tabby thought, taking another deep breath and letting it out slowly before exposing his heart's desire. "I followed you because I was jealous and when I saw you with Lieu, all I could see was red until I learned he was just a friend."
"Jealous?" Jake interrupted him to blurt the word out, completely shocked.
"Yeah jealous! Jake, I've had stronger feelings than just friendship for you for the last few years but I was afraid of telling you. I just didn't know if you felt the same way about me," Chance finally managed to blurt out.
Jake gaped at his friend. For many long minutes, Jake simply couldn't articulate what he was thinking. His mind worked furiously, 'this is what you hoped for and gave up wanting because you didn't want to ruin your friendship and now here's Chance saying what you've prayed for...so now what you dummy?' He scolded himself.
'There's only one thing I want to do,' he suddenly decided. He moved forward, wrapped his arms around the burly tom's waist and murmured, "I've been wanting to say the same thing to you for years now."
Chance's eyes widened with joy. He wrapped his own arms around Jake and leaned down for their first kiss.
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