AN- Okay, this is my view on how Munkustrap and Demeter became an item. It's from Demeter's POV and it obviously features Munk a lot but I'm hoping to put in lots of Bomba bits 'cause I like her. This is only my second fanfic so I really need advice so any reviews would be very much appreciated. I hope you enjoy it. :-)

-Demeterfan

Disclaimer: I do not own CATS, it belongs to T. and Andrew Lloyd Webber.

It was a stiflingly hot day in mid-June; it was the type of heat that only lasts about two weeks in Britain and everybody moans about it when it's happening but the wishes it was back when it's over.

I was laying inside the metal pipe, feeling it gradually grow hotter until it was uncomfortable to touch, when I saw Bombalurina rush into the clearing.

She scanned the area and the definate hint of determination in her large blue eyes was oh so familiar.

Ugh, not again. Not now, it's too hot.

I wriggled further into the pipe, concealing myself in the shadows, where the metal was still cool.

The movement must have caught Bomba's eye, because she was staring right at my hiding place, an amused grin on her face.

"Demeter! I know you're in there. I've got a surprise for you!"

I knew it. I'd been wondering when Bomba's next 'surprise' would come along; after all she'd left me alone for a full twenty-four hours (which is a lifetime in Bomba's terms).

I'll just pretend to be asleep; that will stall her, for a few hours at least. Enough time to find a better hiding place.

"Demeter?"

Her voice was much closer now and sounded hollow and echoed, indicating that her head was right inside the pipe.

Eyes shut, breathe deeply, don't move...

"Come on, I know you're not asleep."

Ignore her, eyes closed, breathe heavily...

Bomba sighed.

"Fine. I'll be back."

I heard my sister's heavy footsteps getting softer as she stomped away. I grinned, relieved, and crawled out of the pipe, looking about to make sure the coast really was clear. No sign of her. She must have gone-

"Ha! You little liar!"

Bomba had been waiting on top of the pipe; I'm willing to bet anything that she would have waited until I woke up if I had really been sleeping. She stuck her head down from the top of the pipe, her face so close to mine I could see the flecks of green in her eyes. Yowling, I hurriedly tried to duck back into the pipe but Bomba grabbed hold of my ear, giving it such a yank I screamed again.

"What do you want, Bomba?"

I asked, in a voice that could have sounded more friendly. Bomba, infuriatingly, just laughed.

Touchy-touchy! I've got a surprise for you, I said."

"This surprise... it isn't like all the other surprises by any chance?"

"Naturally"

I groaned, my worst fears come true. Once again.

"Come on, Deme. You need to start dating again! You can't just keep mooning over McCavity for the rest of your life."

"I'm not mooning over him!"

"Of course you're not."

Scowling, I made another escape attempt because she was really getting on my nerves. Bomba, again, was too quick for me, grabbing my tail this time. Not as bad as the ear but still pretty darn painful.

"You've forced me into numerous blind dates, Bomba, and they're always terrible. I'm not doing it anymore."

"Okay, I'll tell you his name."

I rolled my eyes.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Go on, Deme, please? It won't be a blind date, it's Munkustrap, you know him."

I did vaguely know Munkustrap. He was the protector and the future leader of the tribe, as he's Old Deuteronomy's son. He was quite cute. Irritatingly, my enthusiasm increased quite a bit, though I tried not to let my match-maker sister see this.

"Why are you so eager about me meeting Munkustrap?"

I asked and Bomba smiled, knowing I was weakening.

"Well, for a start, you could live in his den. We desperately need to improve the currant sleeping arrangements."

"We haven't even had one date and you're already thinking about me moving in with him?"

But, though reluctantly, I had to agree with Bomba that something had to be done about accommodation. I shared a den with Bomba, but every time she had a 'gentletom caller' I was turfed out into the junkyard for the night, usually having to set up camp in the broken oven or metal pipe. It would be nice to not have to worry about being kicked out of my bed so a Tom can thrash around with my sister.

"And he's safe and controlled and protective- which is just what you need after dating that scumbag McCavity!"

Bomba continued, spitting out my ex's name like it was deadly poison.

"I don't know, Bomba."

I said wearily, trying one last time. It was no use, even I could hear the defeat in my voice.

"You're going. Tell you what, I'll even let you borrow my new collar."

I heaved an exaggerated sigh. Arguing with my sister was too much effort, especially in the heat.

"Fine..."

Regret is too weak a word to describe how I felt about agreeing to the date.

Bomba seemed determined that I would make a good impression so I had to endure my claws being filed to a point; my headfur brushed and trimmed; my teeth cleaned and Bomba's blue collar fastened around my neck. She brushed and dabbed at me until I felt like scratching her with my claws, stabbing her with the scissors, biting her with my newly polished teeth and strangling her to death with her own collar.

I couldn't understand why I was so nervous. Munkustrap wouldn't hit me and lock me up like McCavity used to. He wouldn't make me want to feed myself to Pollicles like the Toms on all my other dates.

Maybe that was why I was so scared; if it didn't work out with Munkustrap, I would be- just a little bit- disappointed.

Of course, I didn't tell Bomba this, but she seemed to have the ability to delve right into my mind.

"I knew you liked Munkustrap."

she cried, grinning triumphantly. I stuck my nose in the air.

"I've barely even spoken to him."

"Well, we'll fix that tonight! There!"

She spun me round so I was facing the cracked mirror that hung crooked on the wall of her den.

"What do you think?"

I blinked at my reflection. Bomba may irritate the Hell out of me at times but she actually made me look presentable; even the collar looked good with my fur, though, naturally, it looked better on my showy sister.

"Thanks, Bomba, I look OK."

"OK?! That's gratitude for you! You look gorgeous, thanks to me!"

Bomba burst out, looking genuinely outraged.

Despite everything, that made me laugh a lot.

"You wait here, Deme. Munk will come and pick you up in a few minuets."

"But I'm ready now, why don't I go meet him?"

"NO!"

The urgency in my sister's voice made me jump. Why did she sound so serious? She must have seen my confused face because she hurriedly tried to explain.

"No, trust me, Toms like to pick you up themselves. It's sort-of in the 'Toms code' you know."

Somehow, that didn't seem very likely. I was about to question again but Bomba beat me to it.

"I'm going now, Deme. Be nice and talk to him properly; don't be shy, he's only a Tom. And STAY HERE!"

She dashed out of the den. 'STAY HERE!' There was that urgent tone again. Something wasn't right here...

I stormed to the door, intent on following my sister, and walked straight into a silver Tom. My cheeks flushed to peony. Great start, Deme...

"I'm so sorry..."

I started, pretty sure I'd already blown it.

Munkustrap gave me a sweet smile and held out his paw.

"Don't worry about it. I'm Munkustrap."

I shook his paw gratefully.

"Demeter."

We stared at each other a bit awkwardly, both at a loss of something to say, until Munk cleared his throat.

"So, should we get going?"

"Oh...yes."

He smiled again and took my paw; I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but my heart started beating faster when he touched me.

I pushed the piece of wood acting as a doorway. I pushed harder. Munk joined in. We pushed and shoved and kicked it.

The door wouldn't budge.