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Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘The Pretender’ or any of its characters. They rightfully belong to NBC, MTM, TNT and Pretender Productions. Man this is getting depressing! I’m not doing this for the money, but for my sanity. Please don’t sue. Thanks, Thunderchild.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I know a lot about big Kitty cats, such as the White Bengal Tiger, so description and behaviour is very accurate. Thunderchild.

Bad Kitty!

by Thunderchild   

PARKER MANOR:

7:30A.M.

Parker was getting ready to leave for work. Buffy had been acting strangely since yesterday and Parker doesn’t know what’s wrong with her. Buffy had been really moody and angry. She nearly ripped Parker’s hand off.

She was walking through the living room putting on her coat, towards the door when Buffy bared her teeth, lowered her head and started to growl at her. "Come on Buff, we’re going to be late. We don’t have time to play games." The muzzle of her mouth dropped, covering her long canines. She shook her head and blew sharply through her nostrils, walking towards Parker. She knelt down to be eye to eye with Buffy. "What’s wrong?" She stroked her head and ruffled the think fur around her neck. Buffy rubbed her head against Parker’s shoulder. "Come on, we’ll go." She stood up and walked to the door. Buffy trotted behind her.

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THE CENTRE:

8A.M.

Parker and Buffy were walking along the corridor when Daddy was walking towards them. Buffy lowered her head and ears and growled at him. "Angel."

"Daddy."

"What’s wrong with Buffy?" Daddy stopped a few feet away from them.

"I don’t know, she’s been acting strangle since yesterday." She looked down in time to see Buffy pounce on Daddy. "Buffy!" Parker yelled. Buffy was standing on her hind legs, clawing at Daddy. Between the two of them they were able to get Buffy off. "OFFICE!" She ordered. She ran off down the hall. Daddy was holding his throat.

"Angel…"

"Let me look." He moved his hand away from his neck. There was a large gash in his neck, close to his shoulder. Parker pressed her hand against the wound. "It’s not that bad. But we’ll go down to the Infirmary and let them check you out." They walked towards the elevator.

"I want you to get rid of Buffy!" He ordered.

"But Daddy…"

"No buts! She could’ve killed me."

"I’m taking her to see Timothy today so just wait till he checks her out."

"What do you expect him to find?"

"I don’t know, but anything to explain this."

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PARKER’S OFFICE.

She left the Infirmary when the guy said Daddy was going to be OK. She stormed into her office, fuming. "Buffy." She growled. When she walked in further she saw Buffy cowering behind the desk. "Bad girl. Very bad girl." Buffy shrank away from her. She sighed and knelt down. "Come here." She whispered softly. Buffy got up and crept over to Parker cautiously. She rested a hand on her head. Buffy’s eyes were very large. She was terrified. "Come on, we’ll go for a walk." She stood up and walked to the door. Buffy stood up and followed hanging her head down.

They walked down to the elevator and then down to cells on SL-5. She walked Buffy down to cell 14-A and opened the cage-like door. "In you go." Buffy walked in slowly and jumped up on the cot in the corner.

"You wanted me Miss Parker?" Sam asked from behind her. She turned to face him.

"Yes, I want you to post a guard outside and make sure no one goes in there with her." She ordered.

"Is she all right?"

"I don’t know." She closes and locks the door. Buffy was staring at the floor. She shook her head sadly and walked away.

Sam pulled out his phone. "Chris, I’ve got a job for you. Come down to SL-5, cell 14-A." Sam hung up and waited.

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Parker just walked into the tech room. Sydney and Broots looked up at her. "How’s your father?"

"Huh? Oh he’s going to be fine."

"Where’s Buffy?" Broots asked, seeing the white shadow wasn’t beside Parker.

"SL-5, cell 14-A." She sat on the edge of the desk.

"Do you know what’s wrong?"

"No. I’m taking her to see Tim today." She ran her fingers through her hair. They could tell Parker wasn’t taking the attack too well. "Daddy wants Buffy to go, but she hasn’t hurt anyone before. This only started yesterday."

"It’ll be OK Parker. Tim will find something."

"I hope so or we won’t be seeing her little white butt around here again." She left without finding out the progress on the hunt. Sydney and Broots noticed this.

RING. RING.

"Broots here."

"Hello Mr Broots."

"Jarod…" He squealed.

"Yes, is the lovely Miss Parker there?" He asked when he didn’t hear her voice.

"No Jarod."

"Hello Sydney, nice to hear you."

"How far are you from Blue Cove?"

Jarod choked on the other end. He didn’t expect this, Parker yes but not from Sydney. "Why?" He finally asks when he recovers.

"Something’s wrong with Buffy and its affecting Parker. Since you raised Buffy I thought you might know what’s wrong."

"What’s she done?"

"She attacked Mr Parker today and yesterday had a go at Parker."

"She wasn’t meant to attack." Jarod mumbled to himself. "Are they OK?"

"Yeah, Mr Parker’s going to be OK and Parker only got a couple of small bruises on her wrist. But what’s affecting Parker is Mr Parker wants Buffy to go."

"Anything else?"

"No, Parker’s got her in a cell before she kills someone."

"Buffy wouldn’t hurt a fly. I’ll ring Parker." Jarod hung up.

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PARKER’S OFFICE:

SAME TIME.

She was sitting in her chair with her back to the door.

RING. RING.

RING. RING.

RING. RING.

RING.

The phone stopped. A few minutes later her cell started.

RING. RING.

RING. RING.

RING.

Then it cut out. She just sat there not moving the whole time the phones were ringing.

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TECH ROOM:

SAME TIME.

RING. RING.

"Broots here."

"Parker’s not answering."

"She might want to be alone. You know how she gets." Sydney said to him.

"Yeah, I’ll try again later. Keep an eye on them." Jarod hung up.

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SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK.

Jarod paced around his latest lair. He could drop the evidence into the police station on the robberies that are occurring and fly down to Blue Cove. "It’s time to see my girls." He said and started to pack.

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BLUE COVE:

TIMOTHY ANDERSON’S RESIDENCE:

6:30P.M.

"Tim?" Parker called as she walked round the back. Buffy was alert next to her, looking around quickly.

"Parker, I’m inside!" She heard Tim call. She walked up the back stairs. Buffy started growling at Tim. He was sitting at his desk surrounded by books. "Hi Buffy, Parker."

"Tim. Buffy!" She walked over and sat down in the corner watching Tim with pale eyes.

"So what’s wrong with our little friend?"

"Moody. She attacked Daddy and nearly ripped my hand off."

"I can see the marks." He pointed to her wrist. There were small marks that were left from Buffy’s teeth. "How’s your father?"

"OK, a bit shaken. She missed the artery in his neck so he’s OK. He wants me to get rid of her, but I told him to wait till you had a look at her."

"With this erratic behaviour it might be the only thing we can do. She seems strong enough to go back with her own kind."

"Yeah." Parker looked sadly at Buffy.

"But now we’re getting ahead of ourselves, I’ll give her a check up and take some blood and see what’s going on."

"OK."

"Come on through."

"Buffy." She got up and walked over to Parker and Tim. They walked down to the examining room. "On the table." Buffy jumped up on the table and laid down on her stomach, watching Tim with small eyes.

"Would you take the blood? I remember what happened last time." Tim said.

Parker took the syringe from Tim. He shaved a little bit of fur off her front leg for Parker. Buffy watched her moving around her leg. She watched the needle pierce the skin and the vial fill with blood. She breathed sharply through her nostrils and rested her head on the table. Parker took the needle out and pressed her finger where the needle went in. Tim took the syringe, disconnecting the vial from the needle then throwing the needle into the bin on the table in the corner.

"OK, now are you going to be good and let me check you over?" Tim asked as he walked towards her. Parker sat on the edge of the table and gently touched her back.

Tim looked her over checking eyes, ears, heart, breathing, mouth and temperature.

When Tim finished he sighed. "There’s nothing physically wrong with her. But wait till we check the blood and act from there." He took the vial and went into the little lab down the hall. Parker followed but Buffy just stayed on the table.

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AN HOUR LATER.

"That’s’ funny." Tim said, looking between two samples of blood. One from this visit and one form the last visit.

"What?"

"There’s a strange component in her blood. I haven’t seen anything like it before." He leant back and let Parker look.

"I can’t…"

"Swap back and forth. You’ll see a BIG difference." She did it a couple of times. She slowly pulled away from the microscope. "Yeah, that’s what I thought. Someone injected something into Buffy."

"Would you be able to separate the components of the injection and print them out?"

"Sure thing. One thing I don’t know for sure is someone’s going to a lot of trouble to get Buffy to turn bad, but what they don’t know is Buffy will turn on them. A mad, wild tiger knows nothing of ‘the hand that feeds you’. She won’t stop and say ‘hey, that’s they guy who did this, he isn’t to die’."

Parker patted his shoulder. "You’ve done well."

"Well I can’t just sit back and watch someone take Buffy away from you. Where else am I able to study and exam a female White Bengal Tiger?"

"I don’t know." Parker smiled and turned around to look at Buffy, who was sleeping on the table.

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TIMOTHY ANDERSON’S RESIDENCE:

8:40P.M.

"I hope you know how to read formulas." He said and handed her the papers to Parker.

One look at the papers and Parker looked like he was ready to rip someone’s throat out. "BASTARDS!"

"What is it?"

"Nothing for you to be concerned about."

"I’ll give you some sedatives for Buffy till the chemical is out of her system."

"Won’t they react?"

"No, there’s nothing in the sedative that would hurt her. Buffy will be OK, just a little sluggish."

"OK." They walked back out into to exam room. Buffy sat up and looked at Parker, she walked over and ruffled her fluffy mane. "When we find out who did this to my baby girl you have my permission to kill them." She said softly. Buffy made a gentle purring sound.

Tim came up behind and gave Buffy the sedative. Her head shot around and growled at him. Her head slowly went back round and rested on the table. "It’s for you own good Buff." Parker rested her head on her shoulder. Buffy made a tired growling noise. "Will I be able to leave her here for about an hour?"

"Sure. She won’t be able to move around for awhile. It was a strong sedative and it needs tome to spread through her bloodstream."

"OK, I’ll be back in about 40 minutes. I juts have to go somewhere."

"OK, just come in when you get back." Tim walked her through the house to the back door. She turned round and hugged him quickly.

"Thank you." She ran out the door, folding the papers and put them in her pocket, then getting in her car.

"No probs." He smiled and shut the door. He walked back into the room with Buffy. He sat down and stroked her head.

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THE CENTRE:

9P.M.

Parker walked into the tech room. Broots was still there but not for much longer. "Miss Parker!"

"I want you to go through all Centre info and try and find a chemical with this formula." She handed him the papers. "I know it’s late."

"OK." Broots booted up the computer with a sigh. ‘What is it?"

"It’s in Buffy." His head shot round and looked at her. "Tim has NEVER seen anything like it. It’s in Buffy and she’s here a lot so what else does it point too?"

"Point taken." Broots looks at the formula.

"Good, drop by tonight and give me the results." She left.

"Whoever did this, I hope they know what they’ve got themselves into." Broots said to himself.

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TIMOTHY ANDERSON’S RESIDENCE:

9:35P.M.

Parker walked into the room where she left Buffy. Tim was sitting in there with her. He had her massive paw in his hand, making it look like a child’s. "Back again?"

"Come to take her home." Parker said and gently stroked her head. Buffy sat up slowly and stretched. When she jumped off the table she had to stop quickly since she was heading for the wall.

"I’ve got four doses for her. Give it to her when she’s getting mad and it’ll calm her down." Tim handed the four syringes with a green liquid in them, to Parker. "Keep them in the fridge."

"How long do they last?"

"6 hours. So she’ll be out of it for a while longer."

"Good, I’ve got someone looking into the chemical now." They walked out to the back door. "I better get her home before she drops."

"She won’t, she’s just a bit sluggish."

"Thank you."

"That’s all right. If you need anything else, just call."

"I will." Parker walks out to the car and opens the door. Buffy climbs in and gets into the backseat. She gets in and pulls out of the driveway.

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PARKER MANOR:

10:40P.M.

Parker was sitting on the couch with Buffy. Her head was resting on her leg. She was gently stroking her head.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Buffy’s head slowly lifted and she looked at the door with dazed eyes. "Stay here." Parker stood up ad walked to the door. She looked through the peephole.

She opened the door and Broots was standing there. She motioned him to get his butt inside. "I did some digging around. What I found you WILL NOT like." He handed her the papers. He could tell she had just had a shower, since her hair was still a little damp. *So much for been relaxed* He thought.

"You sure?" She growled.

"I double checked and there’s no doubt."

"BASTARD!" She snarled. Buffy lifted her head and looked over the back of the couch.

"How’s Buffy?"

"Tim’s got her on sedatives."

"Poor girl, none of this is her fault."

"Damn straight. I’m going to get a very PAINFUL confession. The ghoul’s lives have just run out." They walked over to the couch. Broots gently touched Buffy’s head. "She MIGHT snap, so just watch her."

"Why would Raines want Buffy sent away?"

"No, it’s not getting her sent away it’s what she DOES to get sent away." Broots looked at her confused. "Put all the Parker’s out of the picture and who does the power go to?"

Broots gasped. "Raines."

"That bastard was using Buffy to do his dirty work. But what the little prick doesn’t know is that she would turn on him as well. Even when she was out of it, I had some control over her."

"Will your father still want to send Buffy away?"

"No, we’ll find some way to get this fucking chemical out of her and pay a little visit to Dr Death."

"I’ll look around for a reversal."

"Don’t worry. Go home, get some sleep and look tomorrow." Parker said gently.

"You should get some sleep too, it’s late." She nodded. "I’ll see myself out."

"Broots." He turned back. "Thank you."

"It’s not fair that Buffy gets the blame for something Raines did."

"Yeah. Night Broots."

"Night Parker." He left quietly.

"Come on Buffy. Bed time." She turned off the lamps. Buffy got off the couch and slowly walked upstairs.

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PARKER MANOR:

1:30A.M.

Jarod carefully crept into Parker’s house. He had dropped by Tim’s place after Parker had left. He was able to get the formula and make an antidote for Buffy.

When he got to Parker’s room, he smiled. She was lying on her stomach sound asleep. Buffy was leaning on her back. Her head on Parker’s shoulder and her paw on Parker’s lower back.

He knelt next to Parker and gently touched the arm that was hanging over the side. She stirred and opened her eyes. She smiled sleeping at him. "Hey."

"Hi, do you know you’ve got something on your back?"

"Yeah."

"I’ve got an antidote for her."

"Good, I don’t like sedating her."

"You won’t have to." He turned on the lamp next to the bed. "Buffy, come on wake up." Buffy lifted her head off of Parker’s back. She suddenly bared her teeth and growled. She lowered her head over Parker’s back protectively. Jarod stood up and sat next to Buffy as Parker sat up and turned around.

The red flannel shirt was twisted around her waist. She straightened it and then started to stroke Buffy’s head. Jarod gave her the injection in the scruff of the neck. She spun her head round and snapped at his hand. She made a rumbling noise in her chest and jumped off the bed, running out of the room.

"She’ll be OK." He turned his attentions back to Parker. "So how’s my other girl?"

"Fine. Will Buffy be OK tomorrow?"

"Yeah, why?"

"We have to make a little visit." She snarled.

"Just be careful, he might be ready for you."

"That I doubt."

"Where’d Buffy bite?" She held out her wrist.

"It looks worse than it is." He lifted her wrist and gently kissed the bruises. She gently rested her hand on his face. He moved closer to her and gently kissed her. Buffy jumped back up on the bed and nuzzled against Jarod. They broke off the kiss and looked down at her. She was waving her tail behind her happily. "She’s OK now, but maybe you should get going, I want to be my most threatening tomorrow.

"OK, I’ll come back tomorrow night then." He kissed her again.

"Good." She smiled.

"Bye Buff." He ruffled her head. She nipped his hand playfully. "Yeah, she’s OK." He walked to the door.

"Jarod." He stopped and turned back. She got out of bed and walked towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly. "Bye."

"If I die now I’ll be a happy man." He said softly. She kissed his again, snaking her leg behind his. "Now, if I have to leave we should stop this." He said, softly kissing her neck.

"Yeah." She slowly let go of him.

"Don’t sulk, I’ll be back tomorrow night."

"I’m not sulking."

"OK." He left. She walked back over to the bed and dived under the covers. Buffy stretched out along side of her and softly purred.

"Missed you too." She whispered and fell asleep.

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THE CENTRE:

10A.M.

Parker and Buffy were able to corner Raines at the end of a corridor. "What are you doing?" He wheezed.

"You hurt Buffy so in turn she hurts you." Parker smiled. "Get him!" Buffy charged and pounced, knocking him to the floor, holding his throat in her jaws. "Now I want to know what you did and why?" He was trying to push Buffy off him. "Buffy." She tightened her jaws slightly.

"Get her off me. This is hurting!"

"That’s the idea. Now tell me what I want to know and she’ll let you go."

"Go to Hell."

"I don’t think you’re in a position to say that. Buffy." Her jaws tightened a little more.

"All right, all right, all right." He yelled. "I drugged the cat to attacked everyone!"

"Why?"

"What the…" Her teeth were slowly piercing the skin. "OW! All right! I did it so the Parker’s would be dead. So I could run The Centre. That what you want to hear?"

"Yes it is." Daddy stepped out from the shadows.

"She’s quite useful." Parker smiled at her father.

"I’m sorry Honey, I should have listened to you."

"Don’t worry, you’re the one she attacked. But someone else will be sorry." She looked down at Raines who was trying desperately to push Buffy off. "The more you fight, the quicker she’ll kill you." His hands dropped to the floor.

"Get her to let go Honey. The Triumvirate will want to deal with the bastard."

"Come here Buff." Buffy let go of Raines and trotted over to Parker. "Who’s a good girl?" She knelt down to her. Buffy nuzzled her shoulder. "Yeah." She stood up. Buffy sat at her side.

Two sweepers we’re helping Raines up. "Take him up to my office, Matumbo will be here shortly."

"Yes sir." They cuffed Raines and started to walk him away.

"You will pay!" He growled. There was a little blood around his neck and it was now bruised lightly.

"I won’t you will…Buffy!" She charged at him and pinned him down to the ground. She bared her teeth and growled at him. "OK, come here. Daddy wants him in one piece." She got off his and walked back over to her. She sat in front of Daddy and held out her paw. "Shake hands, she wants to be friends." Daddy held her paw.

He started to laugh. "I think that’s the first time I’ve seen REAL fear in his eyes."

"He should be." She growled. Buffy stood up and stood next to her. "Daddy about Buffy…"

"She’s Centre property. She’s not going anywhere. She’s proved whose side she’s on."

"I’m sorry she attacked you."

"She didn’t know what she was doing with that EJ-473 Raines pumped into her. Don’t worry Angel, it’s getting better."

"She won’t turn on you again."

"I know Sweetheart, let’s go down and watch the bastard flamed." He put an arm around his daughter’s shoulders and started to walk her down to the elevator. Buffy followed. "She makes a good guard dog."

"Yeah." She gently touched her head. Buffy blew sharply through her nostrils and walked closer to her.

The End of Bad Kitty!

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