A/N: Before I start, I just want to thank my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, for giving me the idea for this story, and for showing me how to write it. You deserve all the praise and glory that this story receives! Amen!

Hey there, folks of the Top Cat fandom! This is iheartgod175, with a new story. I really need to get a Tumblr account or something.

This is a T.C./Trixie fic that was based off of a prompt I found on tumblr:

AU where Person A is trapped in a mirror for all of eternity, in one of those long oval full-body mirrors. For years and years this person has gone from house to house, seeing attractive people, watching them check themselves out and change and talk to themselves, but they never get to say or do anything, as it's a one-sided mirror, in a dark and quiet dimension. They just live on and on and on, going from place to place, time to time, person to person. One day, Person B purchases the mirror, and again it starts off. Person B posing and trying on clothes and being cute and sexy, Person A just laughing and watching while crying because they're stuck in there forever. One day, when Person A makes a silly comment on Person B, they freeze, looking around, and call out in confusion. Person B is the only one for centuries on to hear Person A. Person B can only hear Person A, and they have long conversations, and eventually A falls for B, even though they know it'll never work. How Person B gets Person A out of the mirror for the first time is up to you.

This prompt was one I saw weeks ago and it would not leave me alone, so I had to write it down. Not sure if it'll be a full-blown story or not, hence why this chapter's short. Also, it's a modern-day magic fantasy, which'll be interesting for me to write, as I've never actually seen any fantasy AUs in the Top Cat fandom.

I hope you guys enjoy this story, and let me know what you think!

Prologue

Darkness greeted Top Cat when he awoke from his impromptu nap. It was so dark that he almost thought he was sleeping again, but that was when he saw the void in front of him, lined with ivory white light, and that convinced him otherwise.

He sighed, wishing that he had remained asleep. Sleeping would be a better alternative to staying awake and waiting hopelessly for anybody to arrive. Nobody had come in this storage room for years. The mirror had been placed inside, as the owner claimed that he didn't need it anymore.

To be honest, he shouldn't have counted on him for help anyway. He had been way too caught up in his vanity to really care about anything else. Even if he was somehow able to hear him, he probably would have had him complimenting his various outfits...which, in his opinion, looked pretty dreadful. Then again, he didn't need any outfits to look dreadful, since the man himself was not good-looking, at all.

Top Cat knew that he should be used to it by now: the people that bought this mirror were just ordinary mundanes, folks who were going about their normal lives. They didn't believe in mirrors containing prisoners from centuries ago, or alternate dimensions. If they heard it, they would likely dismiss it as part of someone's imagination. Nobody would be able to hear him, no matter how loud he yelled or what he did to get their attention. All he could do was watch as they checked themselves out in the mirror, admiring themselves in their outfits, until the mirror was given away to someone else, and then it'd start all over again. That's how it'd been going for over four centuries.

And yet, he couldn't help but hope. A small part of him dared to believe that someday, someone would be able to hear him and get him out of here, even though the person who'd trapped him told him that the chances of his escape were slim.

Maybe there was a slim chance he'd get out. But a slim chance was better than no chance at all.

Story Title: Mirror, Mirror

Genre/Tags: AU/Fantasy/Romance/Mystery

Rating:K+

Summary: When Trixie purchases a full-body mirror for her new walk-in closet, she hardly expects to hear it talk to her, let alone for someone to be trapped inside of it. The person in the mirror, Top Cat, has been trapped inside for over four centuries with no way of getting out of it. As Trixie is the only person who can hear him, Top Cat appeals to her to free him. An unlikely friendship forms between them, but will obstacles and demons of the past keep them from being more than that? Modern day fantasy AU, and Top Cat/Trixie.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Top Cat, save any original characters that might pop up.

Mirror, Mirror

Part 1: Here We Go Again

Downtown Manhattan

Spacely Townhouses

Trixie LaRue was, beneath her brisk and business like nature, a somewhat extravagant girl. She preferred to use "more than enough" to describe the amount of her clothes, but one would be tempted to disagree when they saw her collection of shoes, purses and clothes. Due to her successful career as a reporter, she had been able to travel to many countries around the world: Italy, France, England, China, Russia, you name it. And whenever she went to these countries, she always brought back a souvenir.

And by a "souvenir", she meant several bags of foreign clothes and shoes. And due to her job, that meant she was buying over a hundred bags, which slowly started to pile up in her small closet until she could barely walk in it.

Her response had been to hire someone to come and remodel her small closet into a large walk-in closet that would hold enough space for all of her clothes and shoes, and then room for a full-body mirror. She had to cash in most of her check in order to get it, but she was pleased with the result. No more stumbling over shoes. No more having to scour the whole house for lost items. She now had everything in one place.

As she was surveying her new closet, someone piped up behind her, "Now you can stop asking me for extra closet space."

Trixie turned to see her best friend and roommate, Chloe, leaning against the door of her room. Chloe was a Siamese cat who was slightly shorter than her, but still proved to be quite a troublemaker. Her blue eyes suggested something other than mischief this time, however.

"I know you must be happy about that," Trixie said. "So, what are you thinking of?"

"I'm thinking of looking for a mirror you can use," Chloe replied. "You know, one of those full-body mirrors."

"Those are kind of expensive. And I've already used up most of my month's paycheck to pay for the renovations," Trixie said.

"Last time I checked, you weren't this concerned with money when you were buying all of this stuff," Chloe pointed out.

"Point taken," Trixie replied, giggling. "But where are we going to find full-body sized mirrors in this part of the city?"

"Well, the last place I checked was at this furniture shop called Strickland's," Chloe replied. "Apparently, the owner's going out of business, so he's holding one of those 'everything must go' sales. That shop has nearly everything, including full-sized body mirrors."

Trixie considered this for a moment. "Well, since bankruptcy sales mean you get a lot of things at a discount, I guess it wouldn't hurt to go."

"Perfect!" Chloe said, clapping her paws together. "There are also a few things I'm hoping to snag for myself."

"I figured you were going to say that," Trixie said, walking over to get her purse.

"Hey, you can't be the only one who gets to go on shopping sprees, Trix."

Strickland's Furniture

Lou Strickland watched as his employees pulled out the last bit of furniture from the storage room. "Make sure you place those where people can see them!" he said. "I want everything out of this store by next week!"

As he surveyed everything, he couldn't help but think to himself that this really was his last hurrah. He'd been making a fortune off of these people for years, selling handmade, quality furniture that his grandfather had crafted years before. His heyday was back in the nineties, where nearly all of New York raved about his furniture. Sales had tripled back then, and he had even done a few interviews with then-popular talk shows.

But now with the economy in its current state, people were spending their money on more essentials than furniture. And like many furniture stores across the country, Strickland found himself losing money. Despite his best efforts to recuperate, he decided that he would have to end the family business, hence why he was holding his bankruptcy sale.

There were a few items he'd wanted to keep for himself, however, especially the full-body mirror that he'd kept inside the storage room. It was something that his grandfather had given to him as part of his inheritance, as he knew how much his grandson loved to look at himself in the mirror. Even now, when nobody was there, Lou would spend countless hours in front of the mirror showing off and complimenting himself.

His grandfather had told him a story where someone had been sealed away in that mirror for going back on a deal in order to save his best friend. That person was doomed to stay inside that mirror for all eternity, to roam from time to time and watch the world change from inside a dimension. His grandfather had told him that this was the very mirror in which that person had been sealed in. It had, of course, proved to be a fairy tale, but he still kept the mirror around, mostly because of its sentimental value.

But now, he realized he couldn't keep everything forever. That was why he had ordered everything to be removed from the storage room, including said mirror.

Satisfied with how everything was arranged, he made his way to the front, where already a few people were starting to head inside.

So far, so good, he thought to himself. He strode over to the two prospective buyers, both of them female cats. "Welcome to Strickland's! You've tried the rest, now go with the best!" he said. "How may I help you today?"

Both of them looked to be somewhat taken aback by his sudden appearance. He couldn't help but smirk. The ladies, of course, can't resist this piece of hot property.

"Well," the feline with the red hair started, "we're looking for some more pieces to go with our townhouse."

"Yeah," the Siamese chimed in. "We're both remodeling our bedrooms."

"So, what kind of pieces are you looking for? Bedframes, nightstands, dressers?" Lou replied.

"I'm looking for a new dresser," the Siamese chimed in. "Trixie here," she motioned to her friend. "is looking for a mirror to go inside her new closet."

"Yeah," Trixie replied.

Perfect, Lou thought. "Well, if it's a mirror you want, it's a mirror you'll get! We have several selections of mirrors available," he said, "but our most popular appears to be our full-body mirrors."

He strode over to the other section of the room, where there were several full-body mirrors already set up. Trixie's eyes wandered until she saw one: a tall one with ivory-colored wood. She could tell just from looking at it that it had been kept in good condition. She nodded in approval as she assessed it.

"Oh, I see you've taken a liking to this antique," Strickland said, standing behind Trixie. "This used to belong to my grandfather, and he gave it to me as part of my inheritance after he passed. I used to use this mirror a lot, but I figured now would be a good time to part with it, since I left it in the back of the storage room for goodness knows how long."

"It's perfect for my new closet," Trixie said, looking it up and down.

"It suits you perfectly, Trix," Chloe added. "Now you can stay in your closet all day long, trying on clothes like the diva you are."

Trixie laughed. "Very funny," she said. She then turned to Strickland. "So, how much is this mirror anyway."

Lou smiled. This was his favorite part of his job. "Well, seeing as it's a bankruptcy sale, I'm willing to part with it for only $100."

Trixie's eyes widened in surprise. A hundred bucks didn't sound too bad. She then pulled out her wallet. "I'll take it."

Lou Strickland smiled. "I knew you couldn't resist it," he said.

"Okay, that had to be the ugliest human I've ever seen," Chloe said as they left the store. "I'm surprised that mirror didn't break already."

Trixie turned towards her friend with a look of shock. "Chloe! Can't you be a little polite?"

"Hey, I'm telling it like it is!" Chloe said. "I know for certain you didn't find him good-looking."

"I'll agree with you on him being ugly, though," Trixie said. "I've seen better looking humans than him."

"Speaking of good-looking humans," Chloe said, her smile turning sly, "what happened between you and super cute Josh?"

Trixie sighed. It was times like these where she wished she didn't tell her friend about her love life. Simply, she said, "Well, I did what you said. I went up to him and told him that I liked him."

"And? What did he say?" Chloe asked, her eyes wide.

"He said that he's not into cats," Trixie said. "Also, that even if he was, I'm not his type."

"Oh...oh, Trix," Chloe said, her tone sad. "I'm sorry to hear about that. I know how much you liked him."

"Yeah...well, that's what happens when you wait until five years after high school to tell them how you feel," Trixie said. Her tone was meant to be self-derisive, but it came off as bitter instead.

"Enough of that, Trix," Chloe said. "I'm not gonna have you beat yourself up because of a failed relationship attempt. You deserve to be happy with someone. Apparently, that someone isn't Josh."

Trixie offered a small smile in response to her friend's statement. "You really think so?"

"Yeah! Besides, I would've told you to find a cute tomcat instead," Chloe said. "There are some really decent ones around here. My only advice is to not fall for the ones who think that they're all big and bad. Trust me, it's not worth it in the end."

Trixie smiled. "Thanks for the advice, Chloe," she said. "Although...I find it odd that you're the one giving me that kind of advice. If I recall, you were all over bad boys when we were in school."

"That was high school, Trixie," Chloe retorted. "I've matured since then."

"So you say."

"Hey!"

A few days later, Trixie woke up to the sound of loud honking outside. She almost toppled out of her bed as she raced to answer it, only to hear Chloe's footsteps race ahead of hers.

The front door flung open, and an irritable Chloe demanded, "What business do you have comin' over here, at eight in the morning, no less, scarin' the fur off of people?"

Trixie sighed, knowing she had to intervene then. Chloe was not a morning person in any sense of the term, and she tended to be trigger-happy whenever her sleep was interrupted. She made her way down the hall to see Chloe glaring up at the delivery man, who looked slightly cowed. He apparently hadn't expected to encounter a grouchy cat as soon as she opened the door.

"I-I've got a delivery for a Trixie LaRue," he started, clearing his throat to regain his composure, "from Strickland's Furniture."

"That would be me," Trixie said, smoothly stepping into the situation.

"Sorry for comin' at a bad time," he said, looking over at Chloe. "I've got deliveries to make all over the city today, and since this thing is fragile, I figured I'd better drop this off first."

"I understand," she said. "But next time, please find a...quieter way to let people know that you've arrived."

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind," the man said. He then turned to two other men, who were unloading the mirror from the back. "Just bring it right in, guys!" He turned towards Trixie. "Where exactly are we putting this, Miss LaRue?"

"In my upstairs closet," Trixie answered. "I'll show you."

Ten minutes later, Trixie was standing in her closet gazing at the full body mirror. Chloe was right; this mirror was perfect for her room. She really wanted to spend her afternoon trying on her newest outfit, but knew that she couldn't and that she had to go to work soon. Chloe had already left for her shift at the local coffee shop, realizing that it was nearly time for her to clock in.

"Well, I have a few minutes to shower before I head to work," she said. She then looked at the mirror. "I can't wait to start using this."

And with that, she grabbed her work outfit, headed to her drawer to get her underwear, and headed to the bathroom to shower.

Top Cat watched as Trixie disappeared around the corner, feeling both intrigued and despaired at the same time. She was a step up from Strickland, that much he had to give her. And he could tell that there was more to her than just her clothes. She didn't seem to be vain, or as vain as Strickland had been. She was just a modern-day trendy fashionista.

But just as he thought, she was just a normal mundane like everyone else before her. At this rate, he was never going to get out of here. He wished that there were some sort of spell that he could use to get out of there.

He had the feeling that there probably was...but his memory was clouded. All he could remember was being sealed away and the person telling him that he would never get out, unless he met "the special one" who'd be able to hear him and had the powers to release him. For four centuries, he had searched all over for this person, but his search had turned out to be in vain.

He sighed as she came back in from her shower, her hair somewhat wet around the sides. She was now wearing a mauve-colored business suit with a purple dress shirt with a low neckline, but not so low that he wasn't seeing anything he wasn't supposed to see. She slid into a pair of matching high heels, and then came in front of the mirror, posing in front of it with her body to the side and one leg tilted back. As she adjusted her clothes, he couldn't help but notice her slightly curvaceous figure showing through the suit.

Man, I really struck out on this one, he thought. I'm trapped in a mirror while I've got a really pretty cat posing in front of me.

"Well, this should be good for now," she said. "Better get to work, before the boss yells at me again."

With that, she turned off the lights to the closet and closed the door, leaving Top Cat in the dark.

He sighed, the despair that had been nibbling at him earlier overtaking him. "Here we go again," he mumbled.

END OF PART 1

So, how was that so far? Granted, it's a little shorter than my other beginning chapters (which tend to be over 5,000 words or more), but I didn't want to bog the story down with a lot of meaningless filler; plus, this was an experiment. Things were kind of slow in this chapter, but things will pick up next chapter. I have half of an outline written out for this story, and I'm thinking of making it ten chapters as well. Once again, I'm starting another story without finishing some of my other stuff...sigh. Old habits die hard, I guess..

Trixie's last name is a reference to my H-B High School AU fics that focus on her and T.C., and it's a reference to the cat that Top Cat falls in love with in "T.C. Falls in Love".

I hope you enjoyed this (relatively short) first chapter!

God bless, iheartgod175