Hiiii everyone, hope you're all having a great day !

Sooo kind of a angsty story ahead, I warned you. I hope you will enjoyed it, and I apologized in advance for any mistakes, grammatical, orthographic or else that I might have made, as English isn't my first langage. But if you see one in particular or even numerous of them that make you want to tear your hair out, please please let me know about it :)

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PROLOGUE

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It wasn't that Jamie did not like cats. He found them kind of cute, with their little paws and all of the purring. But he always had been more of a dog person and would have definitely favored them on the choice of a pet. That's part of why he found it so strange that one day, out of the blue, a cat decided to follow him around.

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The first time it happened, he had freaked out a little.

There he was, minding his business in the local supermarket when suddenly a cat jump in his cart and told him to not forget about the milk. He had blinked one, twice, but the cat had just stayed there, looking right at him. And just when he thought that maybe he just dreamt the talking part, the animal had told him that they should really hurry if they did not want to miss Jack's football game later in the morning.

Jaime had run away from his cart, the cat, and the supermarket at this point, not even bothered by the surprised looks the other customers were giving him. He may not have slept enough for quite sometimes, but cats had never talk to him before, and he decided that was a reason enough to panic a little bit. He ended up skipping on Jack's game that day, and stayed at home, nursing one of those pounding headache that had been assaulting him for the past month.

Danny wasn't too pleased with his absence, and Jack barely hidden deception made him feel pretty remorseful, but his family bought his story of not hearing the alarm clock this morning without questioning, which was a great news because he really wasn't too keen on telling them the real reason.

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Only two days passed between then and the second time it happened.
He was at the precinct, filling out on some reports when out of the blue, the cat reappeared, making himself confortable on his desk, covering all of his papers with its ginger fur. It had looked at him silently for a few seconds, and then asked him if he was going to stare at him all day or get back to work.

Jamie had then looked at his partner, slumped on her own desk ahead of him, but she didn't even looked up, seemingly not at all disturbed by the talking cat actually residing on the top of his desk.

He had called her name, and Eddie had looked at him, asking him what he wanted. She had appeared annoyed when he didn't answered, and had repeated herself. But never did she seemed to even acknowledged the cat, and Jamie had been so disturbed by that that he had wordlessly got up from his desk and directly to the men's bathroom, ignoring his partner calls, and proceeded to splash some water on his face. When he came back to his table, a little while later, the cat was nowhere to be seen, and he was left with a part annoyed and part worried Eddie, advising him to « really get some sleep, Reagan ».

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The third time, he was already suffering from a quiet but painful migraine, that did not like for one bit the fact that he was actually walking in the much too shiny day. He wanted to claw his eyes out of their socket, and maybe puke, or scream, but he sure as hell wasn't about to tell that to his partner. Eddie was already suspicious around him, convinced that he was hiding something, and he really did not want to fuel her doubts.

But at the same time, he just knew that if his headache didn't calm down soon, the rest of the patrol would be literal hell. They got on the car, and that's when the cat came again, sitting on his laps and gently purring. Eddie was talking to him, and he forced himself to engage a bit in the conversation, but most of his attention remained centered on the little ball of fur and its soft purring, that seemed to act like a remedy to his aches. The bright sunny day suddenly became bearable, and Eddie's talking was not a stabbing right throught his skull anymore, and he felt himself relax.

The cat did not talk to him this day, and disappeared before they arrived to their next stop. But he took away Jamie's headache with him, and for that he was immensely grateful.

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The cat came back almost every single day ever since that time, and every time, he acted like a medicine to his more and more painful headaches. Sometimes he seemed to cure it completely, other times he would just numb it a little, but either way, it was always a very much appreciated improvement. On the back of his head, Jamie knew something was wrong. It was not normal that such powerful headaches ailed him almost every single day, and it was definitely not totally fine that a talking cat that no one else seemed to see and hear apart from him was following him around and helping with his suffering.

But despite knowing that, he waited for another month before paying a visit to the hospital, deciding that it could wait for a little bit more.

Turn out that it couldn't.

And there he was know, seating across this doctor.

Dr. Thompson, he remembered her telling him, after he had been asked to come here today to « discuss » about the result of the scan they had done to him, along with a flurry of other tests. She was staring at him with her big eyes and frizzy hair coming out of her bun, gently talking about what they needed to do now. He wanted to give her all of his attention, he really did. But everything was all too much and he was so hot, but so cold, and he wanted to get out of there and oh god that could not be right and yeah he was internally panicking. He wanted it to be a nightmare, and waited and waited and pinched himself in hope of waking up, but as nothing happened and he stayed there, sited opposite to this doctor, he knew that everything was oh so real. The word brain cancer on Thompson 's documents jumped at him again, making him feel dizzy and almost angry because come on he was only 26 and living a perfectly healthy lifestyle, wasn't it so unfair ? Tuning the doctor out completely, he tried to think of how he was going to tell that to everyone, and how life was going to be now.

And has he grew more and more desesperate, incapable of finding the so much needed answers, he saw the cat standing on the doctor's desk, paying close to no attention to the woman, only staring at him with what he could have swear was a vicious smile.

You made it to the end of the prologue !

Sooo coming up next, the Reagan family !

Lots of love xx