Okay, I know that I should really be working on my crossover, or at least Seven Seas, but I got this idea and really wanted to write it.

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT TS ELIOT STOP I AM NOT ANDREW LLOYD WEBER STOP I DON'T LOOK OR ACT LIKE THEM STOP

That is my fax-disclaimer.

One more thing…

Coricopat's thoughts

Tantomile's thoughts

Onwards!

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Tantomile's Point of View

It had been a year. A year since the Jellicles were overthrown by Macavity, and six months since you had died.

Oh, Coricopat, are you up there in Heaviside, trying to get an audience with Bast or the Everlasting Cat so they can stop this reign of terror? Why did you even try to resist the Hidden Paw? You shouldn't have fought him. If you hadn't, you would be alive right now.

But sister, your voice explained in my head, I had to try. He would have discovered all our plans if I hadn't died. Even I can't hold out under torture forever. No, it was better for me to die than have the Resistance discovered.

I really have to stop imagining that you're talking to me, Corico. I'm going crazy. I won't last here, I've got to escape! We were never meant to be separated; don't you understand that?

You were always the more mystical one, you say.

Hah! I was only as strong as you were. Without you, I'm weak. Without you… I'm nobody. Worthless. Trash.

Jemima approached my silently.

"You aren't the only one who misses him, you know," she said darkly.

"I know that," I replied irritably. "But we were twins. No one could possibly miss him like I do…"

"Bast, Tantomile!" Jemima snarled in an uncharacteristic display of temper. "I loved him! And now he's gone! How do you think that makes me feel, huh?" I looked up, surprised. Calming slightly, she placed a hand gently on her stomach.

"And now… and now my kits won't be able to know their father."

"You're… you're…"

"Pregnant? Yeah." My long-buried maternal instincts kicked in.

"Everlasting Cat! We need to get you out of here!" Okay, I guess they weren't that maternal.

You've got that right, you teased.

Oh, shut up. What were you thinking, anyways? Oh, that's right, you didn't think. I ignored your protests in the back of my mind and hugged Jemima.

"I'm sorry," I offered. She smiled feebly.

"I'm sorry, too," she replied.

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Jemima's POV

A crowd gathered around the ripped, shredded tire. Everyone's attention was focused on the two toms in the center of the clearing. One was strong, an aura of power oozing from each lock of ginger fur. The other one was hurt, thin and starving, with claw marks marring his silver fur. It pained me to see Coricopat like that.

"Tell me, Coricopat, and don't make it harder on yourself," Macavity said persuasively. "What are the Resistance's plans?" Corico remained silent. "Tell me!"

"NO!" the silver tom shouted, leaping towards his interrogator. "I'll never tell you!"

What is he doing?! I thought. It's suicide to attack Macavity! Then I realized what he was doing. Corico knew that Macavity would torture the information out of him, so attempted to get in one last shot at Macavity before he died. He knew he would die.

It was hopeless- Macavity swatted him aside as easily as a fly, raking his claws across my mate's throat before Cori could even touch him.

I woke up with a start, shivering, and pulled my blanket around me.

"Oh, Coricopat… why did you have to go?"

Ta-da! Kinda short, but that's just the prologue. Yes, Cori and Jemmie are mates. (This is AFTER the musical, by the way. It's also kinda AU, cuz they wear clothes and stuff. I imagine the mystic twins in trenchcoats for some reason… anyways!) And yes, Jemmie's going to have a bunch of luverly Coricopat-Jemima kittens… UNLESS SHE DIES FIRST!!! MWA-HA-HA! But, as I've already killed my favorite character, I don't think I could handle my other favorite dying… oh, and be warned: I am fond of ghosts. :) Review, please!