SWAT Kitten
by Fur and Fantasy
PG-13
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With life returning to normal
Or at least what passage as such
For the SWAT Kats of MegaKat City
A new challenge erupts
From one desperate for life's return to normal
A gifted child orphaned by Dark Kat
Chooses them for her parents
For a dream that is all she has left
Miki Furlson; SWAT Kat

"Quiet week." T-Bone commented absently as he dropped the TurboKat's' nose to enter the ramp into the Hanger after a night patrol.

"Too quiet. Dark Kat hasn't come back in three weeks. We didn't exactly beat him." Razor grumbled mostly to himself as moonlight was hidden by the ramp's ceiling.

"You worry too much." T-Bone teased as he cut the thrusters, stopping the TurboKat on it's hydraulic platform. "We've beaten him before, we will again."

Razor tagged the lift remote control, bringing them up into the Hanger proper. "Maybe."

When it stopped they popped the canopy and T-Bone landed on the ground with his usual thump and pulled his helmet off as Razor landed next to him and stopped dead.

"Uh, T-Bone. We have company." He pointed across the Hanger to the main work bench where a small white kat dressed in dusty light gray shorts and a medium blue T-shirt sat cross legged. The black blaze across her left eye only served to accentuate her wide-eyed gawking at the TurboKat and them. Before they took more than a couple steps the kitten shook her head, hopped off the bench and sort of hippity-hopped to them with a small box in her hands.

She stopped between them and took a quick look around, then smiled hopefully up at Razor. "Hi. I'm Miki Furlson. I want to stay here, I'm a good mechanic." She offered him the little box and stared back up at the TurboKat, totally fascinated.

Razor curiously looked at the contraption she gave him for a few minutes as T-Bone just stared at both of them. "What is this thing supposed to be?"

"An auto repair unit, um, Jake." She watched him intently.

Razor almost dropped her creation. It was T-Bone who found his voice first. "You know who we are?"

"Well, yes." Miki shifted her gaze between them, a little surprised. "You're Chance Furlong." She nodded to T-Bone. "And you're Jake Clawson." She purred at Razor. "It wasn't very hard. I just followed TurboKat closer to home each time I saw her. When I saw her enter the ramp here," She motioned in its general direction. "I knew I was close. The rest was watching who lived here, and figuring the security system out. When I was sure I was in the right place, I started building that ..." She pointed at the ARU. "as proof I could be useful to you."

"Why?" Was all T-Bone managed to get out.

Razor completed the thought. "Where are your parents? Why us?"

"My birth parents are dead, three weeks now thanks to Dark Kat. This, becoming part of SWAT, is the only thing I have left to hold on to." Miki explained quickly. "So I set it up."

"Hu?"

"I tweaked the records at CIA and KS to show that you two were my legal guardians." She started to sound desperate. "I'm not going to be difficult to work with. I've already graduated high school, and I can earn my keep upstairs. Let me prove it. Please." She looks frantically between the two toms.

Razor interrupted her. "Calm down, Miki. We need to talk about this. Look around the TurboKat for a while. Just don't touch." He snagged T-Bone's arm and started off, the ARU in his other hand.

"NEVER say it's been too quiet again." T-Bone hissed as the walked out of earshot.

"I won't. What's your take on this?" Razor requested cautiously.

"You want him to stay, don't you?" T-Bone growled, already half resigned to the concept.

Razor shrugged. "You have a better idea? If he can get in without breaking the seals and figure out who we are he can do a lot of damage if we turn him out."

"We can always call Kitten Services." T-Bone grumbled, watching Miki scramble around the TurboKat.

"And tell them what? Besides, another mechanic would be nice, and he can cover for us." Razor added. "I want to get the full story, he said he's already graduated high school and he can't be in his teens yet. Do you understand the kind of intellect and dedication that takes?"

"No. But I've got a pretty good idea of what it takes to get in here." T-Bone snapped. "I'm more interested in what he said about setting this up, setting us up. And I'm pretty sure that Miki Furlson isn't his real name."

"It's not. It the first half of my name and the second half of yours. Maybe the best question to ask is what do we have to lose?" Razor pressed the issue.

"Beyond our sanity? Nether of us know anything about being parents." T-Bone reminded him.

"Who does when they start? You don't intend to stay a bachelor your entire life, do you?" Razor teased.

"You're feeling guilty about him." T-Bone grumbled. "It's Dark Kat's fault."

"You don't know that, and it doesn't matter much." Razor countered. "The kit's here and we're going to have to deal with him. What are the odds anyone can keep a kat like that against his will? We can always try to send him away later."

T-Bone glanced towards the TurboKat where Miki was crouched on the fuselage watching them, tail twitching nervously. "You know we won't. The rest we might as well settle with Miki. This is going to be strange."

"Not for long, you'll see." Razor smiled absently as he started walking back to Miki.

T-Bone caught him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Try thinking about him as a little brother and not a son." Razor suggested, motioning for Miki to join them. She scrambled off the jet, possibly making a sprinting record before coming to a skidding stop between them, gazing hopefully at Razor.

"You come clean, you're in." Razor offered, catching a curious glance from T-Bone at his choice of words.

She dropped her gaze to her toes and worked her jaw, debating with herself for several long moments. "Agreed." Came out a resigned sigh.

"Good." Razor nodded and walked to their lockers. "Do you have anything besides what you're wearing?"

"No." She shook her head as both toms started to strip their flightsuits off. "There was nothing left."

Chance changed out quickly and gratefully left dealing with their new charge to Jake. The small part of his mind that liked to analyze things was convinced he was in shock and Jake had finally gone completely crazy. Not like it really mattered. Jake was right. They couldn't send him away.

Jake tossed his flightsuit in his locker. "How'd you graduate that early?"

"Home study. Mom ..." Her excitement dampened slightly. "Mom knew I was too smart for the system so she made sure I could learn at my own pace."

Jake nodded. "Just one thing ... never mix up our names in and out of uniform."

"I won't. I promise." Miki put on her most earnest expression.


After Miki cleaned up and dressed in Jake's shorts and shirt Chance settled behind the couch to their guests' right with his forearms supporting most of his weight as Jake walked in carrying two steaming mugs and handed on to Miki. After he got comfortable he glanced at Chance, then focused on Miki.

"Start with your real name." He tapped her on the nose with a sly smile. "The one on your birth certificate."

"Mikandri Tagath Jun-Nuerage." She spoke carefully. "I really prefer Miki Furlson."

"That's fine. You're Miki Furlson." He smiled. "Now what got you here?"

"Three weeks ago when Dark Kat fired that missile at Enforcer Headquarters he missed. It landed in my old neighborhood."

"How do you know it was Dark Kat?" Jake prompted quietly.

"It was all over the news." She shrugged. "I didn't have much to do besides tracking you down. I saw the missile come down and ran." Her eyes closed against the tears forming. "It landed well past my house. I thought ... maybe it was going to be ok." She focused on the mug in her hands. "One of the few times I've been wrong. The building was leveled, collapsed into the basement. I heard the sirens coming and hid. I stayed there until they pulled my family out. Then I snuck into the local CIA office to change their computer records and came here."

"Why?" Chance asked in the silence.

"Why what?" Miki looked up at him.

"Why'd you hide from help?" He elaborated quietly.

"They weren't there to help me." She shrugged. "They would have taken me to a foster home."

Jake spoke softly. "Uh, Miki, that's where you are now."

"But you understand." She smiled uncertainly at Jake. "You're too smart for the rest of them as well."

Jake nodded a little reluctantly under Chance's appraising stare. "Know much about cars?"

She brightened. "Some. I'm good with mechanical parts."

"Then show me." Jake motioned towards the garage where Callie's car was in for repairs once again.

SWAT Kitten

PG-13

10 KB, Story is Closed-Unfinished, Series is Closed-Unfinished
Written January 24, 1998 by Rauhnee Ranshanka

Setting: SWAT Kats

Primary Races: Kat

Contents: Furry. Gen.

Blurb: A few weeks after the series ends, the guys get a little surprise in the Hanger one day when they return in the TurboKat, and life will never be the same. But isn't that the point sometimes?

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