Remembering The Past
Remembering the Past
"My past is not a memory, It's a force at my back.
It pushes and steers. I may not always like where
It leads me, but like any story, the past needs resolution"
-unknown
AUTHORS NOTE: ANYTHING APPEARING IN ITALICS WILL BE SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED IN THE PAST OR A MEMORY OF CHANCE
I DO NOT OWN THE SWAT KATS AND SEEK NO PROFIT FROM THIS FICTION THIS IS A MALE/MALE SLASH FICTION IF YOU DON'T DIG THAT KINDA ACTION THEN THIS STORY AIN'T FOR YOU SO DON'T READ IT.
THIS IS MY FIRST STORY, SO BE NICE NO FLAMES. OR I WILL BE FORCED TO SEND THE DEMON ANACOTH AFTER YOU WHO WILL THEN DEVOR YOU SOUL.HAVE A PLEASANT DAY AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE STORY THANK YOU
- GUARDAIN_TIGER
CHAPTER ONE
PRESENT DAY:
MEGAKAT CITY SALVAGE YARD
SEPTEMBER 11, 2010
It was a cold and rainy saturday afternoon in September and Chance Furlong sat along in his room above the garage he used to run with his best friend and partner Jake Clawson. He didn't have the energy to even open the garage anymore it had been two weeks since he had even left his bed except to go to the bathroom. He lifted a lazy arm to grab a heavy book from a shelf above his head and sat up to look at a photo album he and Jake, had assembled during one of those rare weeks they had with no interruptions from omegas and a slow two weeks in the garage. Chance silently looked at more photographs of himself and Jake walking hand in hand down the beach on Ana Ana Katta Island, at a picnic Callie had had for the two of them and herself and lover Ulysses Feral their former Commander. Who had all along known their identities and surprising one day showed up and told them Callie had convinced him to let them off the hook. He held back the hot wave of tears threatened to flow from his burning eyes sleep tugged at him he hadn't sleep in two weeks, that's how long it had been since Jake had died on mission and their last encounter to take on Dr. Viper but the had successfully managed to kill him in the processes with an anti-mutigen that jake had developed with Dr. Konway and Professor Hackle's help. But, Chance was afraid to sleep his dreams and memories haunted him. memories of Jake and dreams of how he had failed to save his partners life when Razor had suggested the split up at City Hall for a quacked defeat of Dr. Viper and as T-bone being his overprotective and cautious self had shot the idea down. But Razor with his stubbornness he had convinced him to spilt up in record time with promises of a pleasurable night and lots of playtime when they returned home. But Jake did not return home just a lone Swat Kat rode home in the Turbokat that night and a lone mechanic lay alone in the king size bed and cried himself to sleep as he missed
the comforting warmth of carmel colored tom that used to occupy the bed along with him.