Title: Knowing Me, Knowing You, Both Sides of You
Author(s): Destiny Softpaw
Date: August 22 2002
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: All characters, locations (including ‘Megakat City’, but not ‘Dew Street’) and of course the name ‘Swat Kats: the Radical Squadron’ mentioned in this fanfic are property of Hanna-Barbera except for Destiny Softpaw, and Luck Softpaw, who belong to me. Feel free to use them in your own fanfic (if you want) but please give me some credit, like in the disclaimer or something.
Summary: Callie and Dessy find out, Chance gets a little desperate, Jake gets scared, and Luck gets what she was aiming for.   

Author's Comments/Notes: This is the third part. I have no idea how many parts this story will have, sorry everyone! It’s like the others, not particularly good. Ah well. See what you think. Enjoy!   

    Chapter One 

    The five kats settled on the tattered furniture of Chance and Jake’s living room. They’d all managed to fit into the pickup truck, with Chance driving, an infuriated Callie between him and a still disorientated Jake, and the two sisters halfway on the passenger seat, halfway smothering Jake to death. Luckily, they weren’t noticed by the Enforcers.  Goodness knows what they’d have done if they’d seen an extremely overcrowded set of seats containing two disgraced enforcer pilots, a seemingly crushed deputy mayor, and two she-kats mid lap dance. Oh well.

 Dessy and Luck were still giggling in that annoying schoolgirl way while Callie looked on in disgust at their behaviour.

 “Do they even know we’re here?” Callie asked Jake.

Jake sat back into the sofa. He’d passed lots of girls giggling and whispering in the street before. Usually about whether Chance was muscle, or just plain fat. Streaky bacon. (Fat tabby? Geddit?)

Jake giggled aloud at his own joke.

Callie turned to Chance “Does he know we’re here?”

    “I think it's contagious,” Chance replied.  “Uhm, excuse me! Excuse me?!” he said in the loud slow voice you address small children with. “Excuse me, can-I-ask-you-a-few-ques-ti-ons?”

Luck addressed the tom kat with little more than a cruddy high school put-down. “Yes, I am single, no I’m not attracted to you, and I won’t have your kittens even if you did pay me.”

Chance was startled and flinched away. He turned to Jake who was still smirking. “Was she like that when you were with her?”

“Um, I don’t think so. I was kinda dizzy for a while. Didn’t really take much in. Everything is still fuzzy.”

“Do something. They’re really getting annoying now. Just like high school,” hissed Callie.

Chance got up and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with two filled donuts and stuffed one in each she kat's mouth.  The room was flooded with silence while Luck clawed the donut out of her mouth and Dessy quickly ate her own.

“Ick! I hate fattening food. Ok, you have my attention.”

“Good. Now. Were you there when the aerial battle was taking place?” asked Chance.

“Yes. And, I was there when one of the attacking planes went down.”

“Oh really?” growled Chance. “So, who was it? I’m sure everyone would like to know.”

All eyes turned to Luck. Even Dessy stopped chewing to listen to this new tidbit of information.

Luck's eyes narrowed. “I’m sure everyone would like to know. Especially the SWAT Kats.”

“I’m sure they would,” added in Jake, “but right now we want to know.”

 Both toms were trying to fake their way out of this tricky situation. Chance knew Luck knew something, and Jake was terrified she’d let it slip at any moment. Jake pleaded with her with his eyes, using an old trick he learned as a kid, making them go large and tearful. He willed on her better side with his mind. “Don’t say it,” he thought. “Don’t do it. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“And, right now, so do the SWAT Kats,” came the hissed reply from between the she kat's bared teeth.

“Jake?” asked Chance, “can I see you out HERE for a moment?” 

Chapter Two 

“Jake,” growled Chance as he leant his shoulders against the outside wall of the building, “How much does she know?”

    “Not TOO much,” replied Jake, eyes on the ground.

“Meaning…”

“Meaning our identities.”

“WHAT!”

“Shush, Chance, the other girls will hear us.”

“You’re right. At least the other girls don’t know.”

“Well, Callie has an inkling.”

“WHAT!”

“Well, she’s not stupid, Chance. We knew she’d find out sooner or later.”

“But, I’d thought it would be because we um, you know, told her, NOT BECAUSE SHE’D HEAR IT FROM SOME FLEA BITTEN SHE-KAT-DEMON!!”

“Hey! Chill out, Kat! She’s not a demon, I actually quite like her. You know, the like that comes before love! BUT, YOU WOULDN’T KNOW ABOUT THAT! YOU JUST LUST AFTER EVERY SHE KAT WHO WAVES HER TAIL AT YOU!  EXCEPT FOR DESSY, WHICH IS REALLY IRONIC ‘CAUSE I KNOW FOR A FACT SHE’S THE ONLY SHE KAT WHO REALLY LIKES YOU, STREAKY BACON!”

“Streaky bacon?” replied Chance, a little taken aback.

“WORK IT OUT, FAT TABBY!”

“Hey, easy fella. All I was saying was that I didn’t think our secret would get out like this. We’ll just work around it.”

“Oh god, Chance, what have I done?”

“What? Jake, you’ve done nothing!”

“But, if my seat had worked, they wouldn’t know for sure who we are.”

“But, mine worked, and you built both of them, so you must be doing something right.”

Jake was silent. He could have caused the end for the SWAT Kats. He might as well turn himself in right now. He stared at the ground for a moment, then opened the door and started towards the other side of town, towards the new enforcer headquarters.

“Jake?”

Silence.

“Jake!”

Jake stopped and turned.

“Where are you going?”

“Watch the news tomorrow and you’ll see.”

“Jake, don’t do anything rash.”

He turned, and began walking again.

Chance stood and watched for a moment, then turned around and headed back inside. 

Chapter Three 

Chance entered the living room to once again see the girls giggling, but this time with Callie joining in. All three looked up as he entered the room.

“Um, hi,” stammered Dessy. “I, just need to go to the bathroom, um, back soon.”  She left the room in a hurry.

Callie looked at Luck quizzically.

“Too many donuts.”

Then their attention turned once again to Chance.

“You can tell, can’t you?”

“Yeah, he’s the right colour, and build.”

“Chance, would you roll up your sleeves please?”

Chance scowled, but did so anyway. To the delight of the she kats he revealed two ginger-brownish tabby stripes.

Dessy entered as this was happening.   “So, it is true,” she sighed. “Well, the secret's out. What you gonna do now?”

“Actually, I was about to ask you ‘ladies’ the same thing.” He rolled his sleeve down, holding his breath for the answer to his next question. “This may sound like fourth grade, but are you gonna tell on us?”

There was silence for a moment, and then:

“No,” replied Callie firmly, “we’re not.”

“We’re not?” asked Luck.

    “Of course not! These guys protect the city we live in. They risk their lives just so we have a home to come back to. We’re not gonna turn them in!”

“You're right,” said Luck.  “I’d better be going anyway.”

“Can you get home all right?” asked Chance.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“I’d better go too,” said Callie.  “Work work work. You know. Oh, Chance, a word please.”

All the kats exited the room just as Dessy re-entered and slumped down on the sofa. Luck went straight outside to catch a cab, Chance presumed, while he and Callie stood outside, breathing in the night air for a moment.

“Dessy likes you, you know…” began Callie.

“I’ve heard this from Jake. Does she really like me that much?”

“Yes. All the time she’s been here you ignored her. She was trying to help you feel better, Chance. She was also trying to get you to know her better.”

“So, she was manipulating me while I was vulnerable, and you're saying she likes me, likes me, likes me?”

“Uuuuuuh huuuuh,” replied Callie, unsure of what she’d just started.

Chance leant against the wall and scratched his nose for a second. He stared straight ahead for a moment before speaking.  “This is something I have to think about…”

“It’s because she’s fat, isn’t it?”

“In a way. I’m just not attracted to her. Well, not in the same way that Jake is attracted to Luck,” stammered Chance. The reaction he’d get out of Callie was something he was uncertain of.

“Jake likes Luck?” she said “Are you sure she’s someone he’d want to get involved with?”

“Well, they get on well…”

“No, I mean don’t you think she’s kind of, well, not to put it too much like a teenkat, mouthy and evil?”

“Yeah, but Jake can’t see that.”

“Uuuh huuuh. Where’d Jake go anyway?”

Chapter Four

Jake power-walked along the sidewalk for a way, then slowed as he came to a bench and sat down. It was dark now, and, after a few hours of walking, his anger with himself was out of his system.  He felt calm enough to think about what he was about to do.

What was he about to do?

He wasn’t really sure. He had, at one point, decided to turn himself in. Well, Luck wasn’t the quietest she kat in the world, and it would be better if he turned himself in instead of being arrested on what information came out of some sleazy tabloid.

But, what if she didn’t sell her story to the papers? What if she didn’t even tell anyone? She didn’t seem treacherous to him. If she didn’t do anything or tell anyone, his time would have been wasted, and the city would be left without protection of any kind. Except for the enforcers, and he didn’t feel he could count them.

He needed more time to think. He stood up and set off along another road. He didn’t care where he walked right now; he just wanted to keep going. He pulled the thin t-shirt he was wearing closer around him and, braced against the cold, continued along the sidewalk.    

Chapter Five 

 Luck continued along the sidewalk until she was safely out of hearing range of the junkyard. No one had followed her; they presumed she was getting a cab.  The darkness covered her activities well. Stopping, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a communicator, very similar to Callie's, but black.

 The words she repeated into it were the ones Jake had dreaded her saying, but not to the person she was saying it to.

 “Dark Kat, I know who they are.”

“Are they the same kats as in this universe?” growled the huge purple tom.

“Yes. Very different though. The orange one's kinda shy, and the big one ain't as vicious.”

“Really?” he purred. “Well done. You’re not as useless as your dim kid sister.”

“I should hope not.”

“Do you know anything about where they keep their jet and other equipment?”

“Not yet. But, I could. If you start another attack, it’ll be just the distraction I need to do some snooping.”

“Certainly, my dear. When should I launch this attack, and where, do you think?”

“ASAP, and as far away from Megakat Junk Yard as possible.”