This is a one-shot about Cat having a strange dream just because there aren't enough stories in the archive. It's also to fill the gap left by my other Cat Royal story. So enjoy.

Strange Happenings

I was spending the night at the Avon's house...Again. As you know, I don't have anywhere else to stay seeing as the theatre is being rebuilt at the moment to Mr Sheridan's ideals. I didn't want to leave the theatre, but here I am. No theatre and no Pedro. Pedro wanted to stay in Saint Domingue to help liberate the slaves there who worked on plantations. I don't even have Lizzie or Johnny as they are both staying in America with their child and my Godchild, I am proud to say.

I don't really have Syd either. You see reader things between me and him have been awkward lately ever since I rebuffed his attentions. I'm not saying I don't like Syd. I just don't think I like him in that way.

So all I have now is, well...Frank.

Even he can get boring sometimes.

I was lying in my bed, very tired and very sleepy with nothing to do and nobody to talk to so my mind decided I might as well fall asleep. And no sooner had I closed my eyes, I was falling.

Falling down to land in a heap on the Kitchen floor. I looked around. There seemed to be nobody there. Then the cupboard door opened and out stumbled Frank, his clothes covered in dust and holding a spatula in his hand like a trophy.

"Are you okay ?" I ventured.

"Oh I'm fine Cat," he replied. "Are you?"

"Funny you should ask," I said and proceeded to pour out the details of everyone abandoning me.

I don't know why I did it. I am pretty sure I never would, but then there I was telling all my worries to Frank as if he were a priest at the confession box. And he listened to everything I said, hanging off my every word and sighing and cooing. Humouring me right down to the last sentence.

"Don't worry Cat," he smiled soothingly. "I'm sure everything will be okay."

The next thing I knew he was scooping me up in his arms and had planted a big kiss on my lips. Then all of a sudden I was kissing him back. It was like a dream.

"Get up," shouted a distant voice. "Cat get up."

I was awake, it was a dream. The person waking me up was the maid who really wanted me out so grudgingly I obliged after being dressed up in another fine gown of Elizabeth's that she'd left behind for me. It was quite dazzling.

Walking downstairs I noticed a new painting on the wall and took a moment to admire.

"Nice isn't it," I looked down to see Frank staring up at me.

My cheeks were on fire, I was blushing for England I was sure of it. After the dream I had just had I wasn't sure I could act the same around Frank. My only consolation was that he didn't know about the dream and was probably completely confused over my fit of embarrassment. He wasn't saying anything though and I wasn't about to say anything to him.

So I swooped past him and out into the garden where thankfully he did not follow.

I was spending the day at the Avons house...Again. Under the circumstances I find myself with no theatre and no Pedro. Not to mention the absence of Lizzie, Johnny and their child. There's Syd being awkward towards me and to top it all off me being awkward towards Frank. That's right, no more Frank either.

Oh well...

I guess I could always try the Duchess...

So there you have it, Cat feeling as lonely as ever. Review if you like.