Eureka Kats 9.99:
A Puppy's First Catch

by Fur and Fantasy
PG-13
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"I ordered chef's specials for everybody," Zoe grinned as she waved Chance, Jake and Marie over to the booth that she'd staked out for them.

"So what is it today?" Marie asked with a smile as the trio walked over to the booth and sat down, Chance taking the spot next to Zoe and across from Jake, who let Marie sit on the inside of the bench.

"He just grinned and darted into the kitchen when I said I was ordering for the Kats and not my Dad," Zoe giggled. "So what's he like?"

"Assuming you're talking about Lurin, very large," Marie chuckled, taking a drink of water from the glass Vincent brought out. "Seems like a nice enough guy, for the most part. I haven't really gotten a chance to get to know him that much, unlike Jake here."

Zoe nodded, then raised an eyebrow when Jake blushed brightly enough to be seen under his fur. "That well?"

"Just one afternoon," Jake protested weakly.

"I'd been thinking more about the fact that they've been working together on the jet," Marie giggled slightly. "Which is doing pretty well, from what I know."

"Yes," Jake nodded. "It can fly again. "We're mostly doing reverse engineering and playing with it now."

"How's she compare to the TurboKat?" Zoe asked him curiously.

"She's good, but still a decade or more behind her," Jake decided. "A couple really nice features that'll be incorporated in the next upgrade. I'm impressed by whoever did the design work."

"It isn't Lurin, at least not just him?" Zoe guessed.

"Nope, this one was designed by committee, mostly," Chance said easily. "Kinda shows, really, but it came out pretty well despite that."

"He was involved, but not part of the core team," Jake nodded. "His personal designs have a distinctive flare, and he's good, but this isn't his kind of creation."

"Kinda like you," Zoe smiled at him, then glanced up as her father entered the cafe.

"Kind of," Chance chuckled, looking up as Sheriff Carter came over and Vincent brought their meals out. "Hey, Sheriff."

"Hello back," Carter said easily. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," Chance motioned for him to pull up a chair. "Here for lunch?"

"Yep... you guys aren't getting in trouble, are you?" He asked with a chuckle as Marie poked at the intricate fried dish Vincent had brought out, trying to figure out what exactly it was.

"I ... think it's takoyaki," she decided. "Smells different though. And no ... not unless the meal counts," she chuckled.

"I'll eat it if you don't like it," Chance offered selflessly.

"Endless gut," Jake teased him and happily dug into the broiled whole squid that was the centerpiece of his plate.

"Hey, when the food's this good, you bet," Chance grinned.

Marie bit into one of the takoyaki, blinking as she tasted the shavings of fish topping the fried balls of octopus.

"If anybody gets a strange feeling, tell me or Vincent fast," she warned them. "Not just a little tingling, but anything more than that. Think we've got puffer-fish in these."

"Well, if there's anybody around here who'd know how to do it right, it's Vincent," Zoe offered cheerfully.

Jake looked at her curiously and snagged one of the fried rice balls from her plate before popping it into his mouth.

"You are so overdue for some action," Chance observed dryly.

"Hu?" Carter glanced between them.

"He's looking for excitement in the food," Chance explained. "We're way overdue for some major fight."

"Personally, I'm plenty fine without one happening," Carter said seriously. "Especially since Taggart's still fielding false alarms about stray dogs from the last one."

"We'll just have to find a way for Jake to get some excitement without eating potentially poisonous fish," Marie deadpanned, even as she ate one herself. "Zoe's right though, almost certainly safe, and if there's anywhere that'd have an anti-toxin on hand, it's Eureka."

"You worry far too much," Jake rolled his eyes. "It's good to. The tingle is kinda fun."

"Jake? I'm a research biologist," she pointed out.

"And she is eating it too," Chance chuckled, trying one himself. "Care to join in, Sheriff? I think there's enough to go around between the four of us."

"I think I'll skip the death by food option," he said dryly as the rest of the meals came out, none of them bearing even a vague resemblance to anything he knew how to pronounce. "Any new news on Jo or the pups?"

"Nothing particularly fascinating from the perspective of someone who isn't into the biology," Marie said easily. "They're cute as anything, and Jo will almost let them to the entrance when Taggart's out watching, but it'll still be a while before she lets anybody near them."

"Maybe by next month?" Zoe asked very hopefully.

"I would hope so," Carter smiled at her and began to find things in his meal that he thought he recognized. "She's supposed to come back to work by then. I guess I should be grateful that her doctor isn't making her take the entire ten-and-something weeks off."

"That would be because her doctor knows that's the fastest way to get his head bitten off," Marie giggled. "Trust me, Taggart thinks she should take it, but she'd kill him if he actually suggested it to her."

"True," Carter admitted, between bites. "Just how grumpy is she?"

"She gets grumpier the more time anybody but the pups spends around her; I'd say she usually rates about a 4," Marie chuckled.

"Which translates into...?"

"Convinced that she's the butt of some cosmic joke and grumbling thinly veiled threats about what she'll do if she has to correct a month's backed-up paperwork."

"Nothing new there," Carter sighed. "Might be a good time to take some of that vacation time I have saved up," he mused. "Africa should be far enough away."

"Dad, I think if you tried that, she'd hunt you down just to spite you," Zoe giggled. "She'll be so glad to be back doing something that she won't care when it's done."

"Kid's got a good grip on Jo," Chance chuckled.

"I've noticed," Carter said dryly. "You have no idea what those two have managed when they get together."

"Oh, I think I do," Jake smirked at him. "I live with him, you know," he motioned to the tabby across the table.

"Yeah, but there's only one of him," Carter chuckled. "Now, I've got Zoe and Ress, I figure it's only a matter of time before Jo gets back on her feet and the three of them take over Eureka," he winked at his daughter.

"Mmm, who do you want to bet on, the felines or the canines?" Marie asked with a teasing glint in her eyes.

"Felines all the way," Chance took up the challenge gleefully. "We have the brainiacts on our side."

"No, stop, we are not having you guys warring over the fate of Eureka," Carter laughed, shaking his head. "The world does not need that."

"So back the canines; Ress will settle for her monthly tribute in dog biscuits and Jo will go back to work once we're done," Zoe winked.

"And you?" Marie asked.

"Well I'd be the creative one, of course," Zoe giggled. "But there's only be one of me, not four, like if you guys and Lurin did the job."

"Don't forget Lojack," Jake pointed out. "It'll be four against four."

"I'll go for a monthly tribute of sushi," Chance decided.

"What? No demands for a harem of pretty locals?" Zoe teased.

"He doesn't need tribute to get that," Marie smirked. "He just has to go out to the Heat Wave and ask for volunteers."

"If we can stop plotting the overthrow of Eureka in front of the local Sheriff?" Carter asked dryly. "How's Lurin adjusting, and do you guys still have that bad feeling about him?"

"Yeah," Chance nodded. "That hasn't changed much."

"He's adapting well, though he doesn't like the translator much," Jake added. "He'll only wear it when someone's trying to speak English around him."

"That you're willing to not talk it around him isn't encouraging him to learn the local language any," Marie pointed out.

"Have you ever tried to hold a technical conversation through a translator?" Jake glared at her. "That jet was built in our language. We discuss her in that language."

"Sorry, I ..." Marie stammered, clearly surprised by his sharp reply.

"It's okay," Jake turned back to his meal a bit. "Even with as much English as I know now it's still a bitch trying to talk to other designers. Some things just don't translate well. There's too much history behind various concepts."

"I wasn't trying to say you were doing something wrong," Marie offered contritely.

"I know," Jake leaned over to nuzzle her. "I'm just enjoying it as much as he is."

"He'll start to work on it more when he's got the reason to... I'd bet he can read pretty well by the end of the month, if that long," Chance said easily. "I get the feeling he picks up whatever information he needs fast."

"True for most who can adapt," Jake nodded.

"So how is Ress doing?" Marie changed the subject. "Or should I ask what is she doing?"

"She's actually listening to us pretty well ... when she wants to," Zoe said easily. "Which is pretty much any time she doesn't know something's up that we don't. Of course, I don't think we're ever going to train her to not hassle Taggart," she snickered.

"Like father, like daughter," Marie giggled. "Any luck tracking down her littermates?"

"Yeah, most of them actually," Carter answered. "Sheriff Cobb has a couple of them, the other two have found reasonably good homes. Sounds like Lojack's been keeping in touch with most of them."

"Any plans for more?" Marie asked. "And can we get them in the lab for some readings?"

"I'll ask about the readings, but I think Taggart would kill somebody if he found out someone was planning on breeding Lojack again," Carter chuckled.

"I seriously doubt this litter was planned by anyone but him," Zoe pointed out. "He's not much on following orders."

"Not too different from my partner," Jake teased.

"Especially when it comes to orders like that," Chance smirked back at Jake. "By the way - any luck figuring out what the heck happened in the woods?"

"Let's see," Carter leaned back and dug up the information in his brain. "I've been told that it is not asparagus, not likely to be from Earth, is edible and does taste like asparagus. Which doesn't really narrow the list of possible 'how's down all that much."

"No, not really ... though I think we can probably bet against aliens trying to use the Earth as farmland," Zoe offered. "After all, they probably wouldn't have just turned a tree into something."

"Rapid mutation might be possible ... unlikely though," Marie mused. "Has anything else like it happened since?"

"Around here, it's hard to tell when something's related at times, but I think we're up to three events now," Carter admitted.

"None from Aristal," Jake added. "At least not anything I'm familiar with."

"Right. Taggart caught a green-furred boar with horns yesterday."

"So that's why everybody was asked about porcine projects," Marie looked startled.

"Yes," Carter nodded. "The other one was a small building. Well-furnished, if fairy-tale like, and only 21 inches high at the top of the chimney."

"Any inhabitants? We don't hear from xenobiology that much," Marie asked him, cocking her head.

"None we could find, though I understand it looked lived in, not just a doll house," Carter told her.

"Strange ... well, I hope whoever was in it just didn't break out and start exploring, or it could be nasty for them. Not all the animals around here recognize not to eat something that tries to talk."

"And not everything small is harmless," Chance added. "Though we'd have probably heard about one of those by now."

"Oh yeah," Carter chuckled slightly. "I would have, at any rate. Well, I'll let you guys puzzle over that; I should probably grab lunch and get back to work, especially if Jo's already thinking about the paperwork."

"And it'll let us get back to plotting and demands," Chance grinned at him. "Have fun in the office."

"See you later... sooner than I'd like at the rate you're going," Carter said, rolling his eyes as he headed up to order his lunch to go.


"You're all looking good," Taggart said as he crawled into Jo's den. She was out hunting, which gave him the perfect opportunity to do some testing while he puppy-sat.

"Rrauurph!" Jessie barked at him, setting off her cohort sister in a short chorus of objections to his presence. Zack, on the other hand, crawled towards his best protector.

"Shh," he ordered Jessie. She obeyed, after another couple, defiant yips to make the point that she didn't like being told what to do.

"That's better," he said, reaching over to give her a light scritch once she'd calmed down. "Be a lot simpler if you'd just start out like this," he chuckled slightly before checking the other pups out quickly. He didn't need to do a full inspection today.

Today he was going to find out how solid food-motivated they were. They were still too young to have any effective way to judge their IQs, though he suspected they'd grow up smart.

He slipped a small piece of very smelly, rehydrated jerky from a pocket and put it in front of Jessie's nose.

She crawled forward a bit, biting at the softened dried meat and trying to pull it out of his hand. He gave it over after a brief tugging match and watched as she chewed at it with toothless jaws. While she was occupied, he offered a piece to each of the others in order of their rank. Terra first, who went after it even more aggressively than her sister. Then Mina, who sniffed at it and eventually gummed it a bit but didn't show much interest. Zack got his with Taggart squarely between him an his two more domineering sisters, and he went after it eagerly.

"Hungry, aren't you?" Taggart murmured, giving him a light scritch between the ears, and doing the same for Jessie, Terra and Mina once they'd calmed down a ways.

Jo made sure they all got enough to eat at least, but she didn't seem particularly inclined to worry about whether or not one got more than another. With his more aggressive sisters more than willing to push him away, Zack got the least of the litter, and was probably going to be the runt for life.

Taggart had to wonder if it was just because he was the runt and she refused to support him over the others, or if it was because he was a boy and Jo associated very bad things with male werewolves.

Either way, as soon as they were really ready for solid food, Taggart would be seeing that Zack got extra shares whenever possible. Fairness issues aside, which he couldn't really fault Jo for not thinking about just now, with instincts still driving quite a bit, sometimes being the smallest could be as big a problem as the biggest when sentience was involved.

Jessie soon lost interest in what her brother was eating, crawling over towards Mina and trying to push her away from the jerky the smaller girl was still gumming with half-interest at best.

While Mina gave her a hard bite for it, she gave up the softened jerky without a real struggle.

Taggart would have worried about it, but he knew that it was just a token gesture to remind Jessie that there was a price to pay for taking anything. Mina was more than willing to tear into Jessie, Terra, or even both of them when she really wanted something, whether the attention of their mother, a toy, Zack left alone, or pretty much anything else.

"There's a good girl," he told her, waiting while they finished eating. She wasn't likely to respond to offers of meat particularly well for a while ... he'd have to find something else to entice her in the future. Perhaps she had a taste for sweets; mother's milk was relatively high in sugar after all. He'd have to bring a few cookies tomorrow. At least three of them were going to be easy to bribe into cooperating for the immediate future, and Mina was the cooperative one for the most part until then.

He fished a smaller piece from his pocket and got Terra's attention. "Sit," he said as he lifted the treat above her nose to draw her into the desired position. Though she did sit, she also reached up with paw-like hands to grab his hand and try to pull the treat down to her.

He let her have it; she'd done what he'd wanted, even if she'd gone beyond it, and he still wasn't sure how much he should be teaching them like dogs and how much like people to top it off.

As Terra munched on the treat, he realized that everybody else was sniffing the air, but focused more on the entrance to the den. He looked over, expecting to see Jo coming back, when Jessie pushed herself up in a sort of half-jump, snapping at the air.

He couldn't see anything, but it was obvious by the way she moved and held her mouth that she'd caught something and her siblings were all moving as quickly as they could towards her. Even little Zack was voluntarily headed towards her.

Suddenly, there was a dazzling flash of light and sparks in the corner, and Taggart could see that there was a small, butterfly-winged person dangling from Jessie's mouth, trying to distract them with the display while it struggled to get out. It was working for the others, Terra started to bat at them, but Jessie was focused on her first catch.

"Drop 'er," he ordered Jessie, pulling out another stick of jerky and holding it out to the pup, behind the hand he was holding out for whatever she was holding. That was enough. She didn't exactly drop it into his hand, but she opened her mouth for the meat and let the strange creature go. It tried to fly away, but the puppy-spit soaked butterfly wings were not going to cooperate.

"Relax," he said soothingly, sure the creature wouldn't understand him as he gave Jessie the meat. "Not going to hurt you."

"What are those things?" the tiny fairy asked in perfect English. "No canine has been that big since the ice age."

"You can talk?" He asked, amazed. "In English? What are you?" He asked the tiny... woman, he guessed, that he was holding.

"Of course I can speak English," she shot back. "I'm not stupid. Now what are those things?"

"A new breed... it's a long story," he said, sitting back, more than a little stunned by the little person. "What are you?" He asked again. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're a fairy."

"We prefer Fey, but that's an acceptable variant," she stood on his palm and began to work on drying and preening her wings. "I am Cyrilista."

"Where are you from?" Taggart asked. He was quickly starting to process everything, to put it together. He had a fairy in his hand. A real, live fairy that apparently could fly, turn invisible, and create lights to distract pups trying to eat it. Her. Not it, her.

Cryptozoology would never been the same. Never.

Fairies were real.

"Earth to Taggart. Earth to Taggart. Come in Taggart." Cyrilista demanded as Jessie began to try and get high enough to get at her. "I'm from Sithein , Avalon, Fairyland, Elfhame, Tir-na-nOg, the Realm Perilous, Isle of Skye, Hy Breasail, Tirfo Thuinn, Tirn Aill -- it has hundreds of names your kind use. We call it home."

"How do you know my name?" He asked, lifting her high enough that Jessie couldn't reach. "Down girl; this is a person, not food."

"You know it, the land knows it, I know it," she shrugged.

"Ooookay ... are there more of you around here?"

"Only the forest knows," she turned cryptic as her wings began to dry out enough to be useable soon. "I am going to smell like dog spittle for days."

"Sorry about that; I didn't know you were around here and they're a little young to understand not to try and snag things ... listen, we've got resources around here, we could find a way for you and your people to get back home, if you need it...."

"We can get ourselves home," she countered with easy honesty. "Though giving our house back would be appreciated."

"Your house? Who... has your house?" He asked curiously.

"Henry," she said. "Squirrel nets are just not as cozy."

"Right... well, I'll take you to him, and we'll see about getting your house back? We'll have to wait until Jo's back though; can't leave the pups alone just now."

"Very well," she acquiesced and settled on his palm. "How long will she be gone?"

"Depends on how long the hunt takes her, but probably not more than a half-hour from now. Could be back any minute. You won't want to disappear when she comes back, she'd freak when she smelled you."

"The mother of these little ones?" Cyrilista didn't really guess. "Where is their father? What is their father?"

"Biological father, dead, and it doesn't matter. For all intents and purposes, you're talking to 'im," Taggart said easily, pulling out a couple small balls and a length of rope and tossing them to the pups to keep them entertained for a bit.

"Why don't you tell me this long story while we wait for her?" Cyrilista suggested.

"I tell you the whole thing, Jo'll skin me for it," Taggart chuckled ruefully. "Short form is that their mother's a shapeshifter who can turn into a wolf or a human. Their biological father was dangerous, psychotic, and forced himself on Jo. We made sure he didn't get away with it for long. "But Now, I'm raising them... honestly, Jo'd rather have as little to do with it as possible, but that might be changing now that she's got a chance to get to know them. They should grow up similar to her, but it's hard to know for sure yet."

"Their sire the same?" she asked cautiously.

"Except for being more psychotic, yes," Taggart muttered. "He deserved what he ended up getting."

"How ... how many are there?" she asked in a very small voice, even for her.

"You're familiar with werewolves, aren't you?" He asked with a sigh. "Not many, and these aren't the same as what you might know... Jo's got more control than she admits to."

"They're supposed to be extinct," Cyrilista whispered. "All the shifters are supposed to be extinct."

"These shifters weren't born that way," Taggart explained. "Created ... like I said, long story, and not one I'm allowed to tell in much detail. Hell, probably shouldn't have told you what I have, but it's not like you're in the security hierarchy around here."

"Taggart, I know secrets that would blow your mind," she pointed out dryly. "But I have to give it to you humans. You've undone nearly half a million years of hunting in, what, half a generation? Do you have any idea how nasty these things are? Dragons are still afraid of a werewolf pack!"

"We don't have dragons around here anymore either," he pointed out. "Or fairies, as far as we knew. Hell, don't think anybody even really believes in werewolves anymore either. Besides, they're not the same as the ones you had, I'm sure."

"You'd better hope not," Cyrilista grumbled. "And you do have dragons, they're just spending most of their time in the mystic realm with us, the unicorns, ogres, giants. Just how sane is their mother? Seriously here. Can you still sleep with her?"

"Aren't you getting a little personal with the questions?" He asked her pointedly. "Why are you so worried about it?"

"Oh, that's right, you humans have such a thing about your pleasure," she rolled her eyes. "Because I've met werewolves and I really don't want to meet another anything like them," she said. "If she's sane enough not to kill a human when she gets off, she might even be sane enough not to get the Court after her hide. The pups ... we'll see about it."

"Now you listen to me," Taggart said darkly. "Jo is perfectly sane, or at least nothing that won't be better once she can shift back to her human form again. And that's irritation at not being in control, not homicidal rages, for your information. As for the pups, until they do something more than being born, you can let your court know that they'll kill them over quite a few dead bodies."

"I'll pass that on," she shrugged. "It's your hides they'll come after first. We don't live here anymore."

"And they can't reach where you do live," he pointed out. "Your people are safe from them."

"Except for visits," Cyrilista said, then looked towards the entrance uneasily. "She's back."

"Time's about right... try not to mention anything about what we've just talked about?"

"I rather like being alive," she said dryly and fluttered her wings to lift off.

"Who are you talking to?" Jo's deep voice growled from just outside the entrance.

"A new arrival Jessie caught and brought in," Taggart explained, coming out with Cyrilista ahead of him. "Fey, intelligent, speaks English, and didn't know the pups were there. I made sure the pups didn't eat her; she's looking to leave and talk to Henry ASAP."

"Umm, hi," Cyrilista barely managed to squeak as she came face-to-face with a creature she had long relegated to extinction and living only in her nightmares.

"Great. Like the Kats aren't enough trouble," Jo grumbled. "What's next, a flesh-eating unicorn?"

"Not likely... and she'll be able to get home along with the ones who came with her eventually. There's some bad history with real werewolves in her world, so I'll probably just take her to go see about her house and let you take care of the pups."

"Fine," Jo nodded and moved passed them into her den to feed her pups.

"It wasn't that long ago that your world and our world were not separate," Cyrilista said quietly as he led the way to his truck.

"To be honest, I've got no idea what the history between them is," Taggart admitted honestly. "These days, most people don't even think creatures from your world ever existed."

"That's why we don't exist here anymore," she said. "Belief is what makes magic work. When most stopped believing that magic was real, that we were real, our parts of the world separated from theirs. I still don't understand how it happened, and I was there for it."

"So how are you here now?"

"There are times of the year, and places on this Earth, when people still believe in magic enough to make passage possible without assistance," she explained and fluttered into the cab, landing to sit against the inside of the windshield near the middle where the wind would be unlikely to blow her away. "People with enough magical power can overcome the barrier of belief, and something related to it brought our house here with us in it. I'm not sure what it was though, as it wasn't any flavor of magic we have encountered before."

"Could be related to what brought the kats here," Taggart mused as he started the jeep. "Or it could just be somebody's project working in ways they didn't expect. We'll get you over to Henry and get the house back for now."

"Thank you, Taggart," she said and held on to the top of the dashboard. "Are those pups likely to be climbing by the summer solstice?"

"Not likely, but it's possible... they still won't be out unsupervised though," he reassured her.

"Then a spot about ten feet up a tree should be reasonably safe from them."

"From then, yes... still have to worry about bobcats, cougars, 'coons, bears, possum, cats, dogs, hawks, eagles ... then you've got the flying monkeys," Taggart said casually. "Flying cats on the way too, from what I hear. Not much of a safe place out in the woods around here, I'm afraid."

"All those are animals, and animals we are used to dealing with," Cyrilista told him. "It's their mother that scares us."

"Understandable ... stay away from the pups though, and Jo won't give you any trouble." He pulled up outside of Henry's garage. "Well, let's see what's up with your house."

"Hopefully it's still intact," Cyrilista flitted into the air and followed him inside the almost normal-looking garage, until you looked closer at the various piles of scrap and realized they were not from anything that existed yet.

"Don't see why it wouldn't be. Henry? You have some sort of house that got turned in lately?" Taggart called out, not sure where the eccentric inventor was just yet.

"Hay Taggart!" Henry popped his head up from behind a pile of machine parts that was becoming something. "What's up?"

"I've got somebody who says you've got their house... probably a very small house," Taggart admitted. "And you wouldn't believe who it was if I told you."

"He'd better believe me when I say it!" Cyrilista spoke up and fluttered forward. "I want my house back," she demanded and pointed to the small dollhouse sized building on his primary workbench.

"Oookay...." Henry blinked at the diminutive woman with butterfly wings hovering near Taggart's head. "Didn't know it was your house. Are there more of you around here somewhere?"

"Yes," she nodded. "We'd like our house back until we can go home."

"No problem - where you want it put? Could take a while to get you home if you don't have your own way."

"We do, it just takes a little time," she said. "Just give it to Taggart. I'll show him a good spot for us."

"Mind if I tag along?" Henry asked easily as he helped Taggart load the house into the back of the jeep. "And that won't be a problem; we just didn't know it was inhabited and didn't want to leave it out."

"We weren't there when you picked it up," she accepted the apology easily. "I don't mind if you come."

"Great," Henry said cheerfully. "Should we start taking it back to where we found it, or somewhere else?"

"That is a good place to start," Cyrilista nodded. "A suitable place will be nearby."

"Right, I'll tell you the way," Henry told Taggart easily. "How do you plan on getting home?"

"When the barrier between our worlds weaken, it can be relatively easy to cross over," she explained. "We just have to wait for the right time. We'll have the house in a good place for it by then."

"An innate ability, or do you use some kind of equipment?" Henry asked as the three of them got in the jeep. "How precise does the location have to be?"

"Just somewhere inside of a fey-ring," she said easily. "If it's large enough, it won't be a problem placing it at all. And it's a matter of a spell, but that's mostly to move the house out of the ring afterwards ... shouldn't have been one where we built it."

"Do you know what brought you here?" Henry asked. "How common are your kind?"

"There are only three of us here that I know of. And I have no idea... we shouldn't have been in a ring, and it was all the wrong time. I thought that somebody must have tried to summon us through, but nobody was there and the energy was all wrong."

"Would you or your friends be willing to talk with the other aliens that have arrived recently? Maybe you can help them get home," Henry asked. "What brought you here at the wrong time might be related to what brought them here."

"We'll talk with them, but Fey are not aliens to Earth," Cyrilista told him. "We are just no longer of this Earth. It wasn't long ago that the movement of our house would have been impossible, as our Earth and your Earth were the same Earth. It has only been a few hundred days ... years to you ... that our worlds began to separate in a noticeable way."

"How old are you, in our years?" Taggart asked curiously as he followed Henry's quiet directions to where the house had been found.

"In your years?" She thought back. "You rather lose count after the first fifty or sixty thousand of them. I've seen life rise from before the dinosaurs threatened dragons."

"Hay!" she objected to the screech of tires and suddenly being plastered against the windshield as the jeep came to an abrupt stop.

"You, personally, are older than the first dinosaurs?" Taggart half-demanded in open shock. "How is that possible?"

"Immortality helps," she pointed out, rubbing her head with a wince. "We've just been around for a really, really long time, came out of magic itself."

"So ... how many creatures of current myth are real and in your realm now?" Taggart asked quietly, trying to absorb what he was being told so matter-a-factly as he started driving again. "And sorry."

"Most of them, and probably a few you guys've forgotten about," she said easily. "Dragons, unicorns, phoenix, roc, thunderbirds, giants, ogres, merfolk, sea serpents, centaurs, gryphons ... some of them are doubled up, but they're mostly there."

"I think this might fall under the same heading as my translator," Henry murmured.

"What heading is that?" The pixie asked curiously. "And what translator?"

"I invented a universal translator last year, good enough to translate animals and alien languages," Henry said. "The heading is 'information we might not be ready to have become common knowledge even around Eureka.'"

"A useful device. A pity your people aren't ready for it yet."

"Agreed, but we are not ready to know that our food animals can carry on a conversation with us," Henry said quietly. "Even a rudimentary one."

"Understandable," Cyrilista shrugged slightly. "Particularly since your people have never really been much for admitting to being real predators. Dragons and ogres don't have those hangups. And frankly, from what I've seen lately ... well, it's not really that big a loss that they can't learn about us again just yet. I don't know that we'd really want to link our worlds up again right now."

"From what you have said, it will be a few generations yet before our understanding of science is ready to include magic in its view of reality," Henry admitted. "Longer still before we will be ready to admit that the myths and their creatures are real."

"Some of us have always been ready," Taggart said.

"But not humanity in general, or even Eureka," Henry said.

"It might be sooner than you think, between the Kats and Marie's work," Taggart countered. "Eureka handled them well enough."

"They are both products of technology, and their views fit in with our science for the most part," Henry reminded him.

"Maybe their conversations with you, but magic is quite real on Aristal and they are quite willing to talk about it if you ask."

"It's not that we have a problem with science," Cyrilista offered. "It's just that I, for one, really wouldn't want to explain to the dragons why so many of their old lairs have been bulldozered and had strip-malls built on them, or try to be a mermaid whose reef got taken out by coral poachers and toxic waste. Your Earth's screwed up enough at the moment that you guys can have it. Beyond that ... I think you might be underestimating what people can handle. Lots of people would probably handle it better than you think, Henry."

"We are trying to remedy the damage to the environment," Taggart told her. "The dragons ... I agree that's not a conversation I'd want to have."

"Once you move out of the western nations, you wouldn't have much trouble with the people, it's true. Governments, that's something else entirely," Henry nodded. "I was thinking more of where we are; here in North America it wouldn't go over well."

"Governments we always try to avoid," she chuckled slightly. "Though I'll admit, you've got an interesting one here. At any rate, I understand. We're not looking to turn things upside down... though whatever brought us here might be, I suppose."

"You said that the energy that brought you here wasn't the right kind to be a summoning spell," Taggart shifted the conversation as they pulled to a spot as close as his jeep could get to where the house had been found. "Can you tell us anything more about what kind of energy it was? Like if it was something our technology created, or if it was more likely to have come from something further away, like the Kats."

"I can't be sure; I don't know what sort of things they create," she pointed out. "I know it wasn't magic, but that's about it ... I'm not really that good at telling specifics beyond that. Might've been your technology, but not one that I've seen before."

"That does narrow it down a bit," Henry said as they got out. "Where would you like this?" he asked with a motion to the twenty-inch tall house.

"Mmm ... this way," she said, starting to fly off into the woods, leaving a trail of sparkles behind her for Henry and Taggart to follow. They only had a couple dozen yards to go before she stopped and flitted up into a lushly needled evergreen with wide, thick branches covered in moss. "Up here. On this branch against the trunk," she instructed, pointed to a spot about fifteen feet up.

"If we can get it to the lowest branches, I can get it up the rest of the way," Taggart decided, looking at the tree. "Give me a boost, I'll pull it up from the trees," he said easily, waiting for Henry to get into position before climbing up, using his long, lanky arms to grab hold of the branches and pull himself up into it, checking his grips carefully. "Why this particular tree?" He asked their guest curiously.

"It is close to a fairy ring, has a perfect spot for the house to sit that's high enough up and has a nice few out the front," she smiled at him.

"It is close to a fairy ring, has a perfect spot for the house to sit that's high enough up and has a nice view out the front," she smiled at him.

"Where's this fairy ring?" Henry called up as Taggart grunted and settled the house in the proper place.

"My guess would be the ring of toadstools down there," Taggart called back down. "Make sure you wipe your feet well if you came too close to those, by the way... forget, you're liable to end up spending the next week thinking you're Eleanor Roosevelt."

"Which could be amusing," Cyrilista goggled. "A little to the left, please.

"Cyrilista, the early humanoids, Bigfoot, Yeti, Sasquatch, Almas, Barmanou, Dzonokwa, Ebu Gogo, Fear liath, the Fouke Monster, Hibagon, Kapre, Momo, Nguoi Rung, Orang Pendak, Orang Mawas, the Skunk Ape, Windigo, the Lake Minnewanka Wildman, Woodwose, Yeren, Yowie, Bunyip, are they of your realm?" Taggart asked as he began to situate her home.

"You are weird, you know that?" she asked him. "Some are, some are not. Some are naturally extinct, some were hunted to extinction, a few are magical and live in my world and some are still on your world and some are different names for the same creature."

"Which ones are still here?" Taggart asked, very nearly falling out of the tree as his enthusiasm was directed towards a new point.

"Umm, I don't really keep track of them," she admitted, a little distressed to see how crestfallen he was at the answer. "Your lineage never did interest me much. There are two, I think, here in North America that live in my realm. I know there are several others around the world. Some can come into this realm like we do, so some might be around in more isolated or magical areas."

"Oh well," Taggart sighed. "At least it's something to look for. So, how are you going to tell your friends where you are?"

"They'll find me," she assured him.

"Well... if they might know anything about them, it'd be great if they could talk to me before you guys go?" He asked hopefully, starting to climb down the tree.

"I don't see why not, though it will likely be at your home, not the den," she told him.

"No problem," he said easily. "I can understand, especially with what you've told me. If you have any trouble with animals around here, I'm the local animal control too, so just let me know."

"I will," she giggled. "Is there anything unique to Eureka we should watch out for, besides your lover?"

"Two dogs as smart as people who enjoy tormenting people," he muttered, brushing moss off his pants. "Lojack and Ress ... you'll probably know them. They don't usually hunt anything that looks even close to human, but they're smart and might knock the house down just to be annoying."

"That we can handle," Cyrilista giggled. "Have fun trying to catch them."

"Oh he does," Henry laughed. "By the way ... you know anything about green pigs or giant asparagus?"

"They aren't from my world," she said. "I don't know where they would be from."

"Well... figured it wouldn't hurt to ask," the older man shrugged slightly. "See you around... we might be out to talk to you some time before you go."

"No problem. You won't find us if we don't feel like talking right then," she told him, then flitted to her front door and opened it, ready to begin the work of undoing the damage the moving had done.

Eureka Kats 9.99: A Puppy's First Catch

PG-13
Het Level is Medium
Slash Level is
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is None

40 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written May 10, 2007 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann

Setting: Eureka, SWAT Kats

Primary Races: Human, Kat, Were

Contents: Furry. Het (M/F). Slash (M/M). Fantasy

Pairings: Chance Furlong/Jake Clawson/Marie Moreau, Jake Clawson/Lurin Bengal, Jo Lupo/Jim Taggart, others

Blurb: While some have a confab on the state of Eureka, Jessie makes her first catch, though thanks to Taggart, not her first kill.

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