Betrayal Of The Worst Kind
Author: The Passionate Admiral
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own CATS. But it would be f*cking awesome if I did.
Plot: I myself am a huge fan of Quaxo/Victoria and Plato/Electra. However, in virtually all versions of the musical, Victoria performs the Mating Dance with Plato. In most versions of the play, when everyone pairs up, Quaxo mates with Electra. All that being said, I developed a theory as to why this happens (as opposed to what I would prefer to happen).
Electra stood waiting on the TSE-1. Her mate, Plato, was late for their rendezvous once again. Normally, Electra did not mind him being late. But this was the fourth time that week. She was beginning to grow impatient.
Electra had noticed that Plato tended to arrive later than they normally agreed upon. Ever since they had gotten together, punctuality had been one of his main problems. Electra managed to put up with it for a while, but now she was becoming very annoyed. She decided to confront Plato that very night when (or if) he arrived.
Plato did arrive at their rendezvous eventually, but he was over twenty minutes late. When he finally arrived, he said "I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Electra-"
"No, you're not," she interrupted in a cold voice.
"Yes, I am," he said in a calm voice.
"No, you're not," she repeated, "If you were really sorry, you'd stop doing it. We agreed seven o'clock sharp."
"So I'm a few minutes late," Plato shrugged lightheartedly, "It's not like a disaster is going to strike!"
"I wouldn't call twenty minutes 'a few,'" Electra remarked, "What were you doing in that time?"
"I was talking with Munkustrap about reorganizing my patrol shifts," he answered.
"That's what you told me last time," she stated.
"I wasn't satisfied with the results of my last meeting with him," he clarified.
"Yeah, right," she said sarcastically, "That's probably what you'll say next time."
"There won't be a next time," he assured her, "I promise you I'll arrive on time."
"Plato, a week ago, I would have believed you," Electra told her mate, "But you promised me more than once that you would not be late for our rendezvouses. You failed to keep that promise."
"I won't forget this time!"
How can I trust you?"
"Just give me a chance, and I'll show you that you can!" he pleaded.
"No, that's not what I mean," she stated, "When I ask you if I can trust you, I'm not questioning your ability to arrive at our rendezvouses on time; I'm questioning how seriously you are taking our relationship."
At those words, Plato's eyes shot up in surprise. He glared down at Electra and asked her angrily "Are you accusing me of being unfaithful?"
"Well, based on the current circumstances, I believe I have sufficient reason to do just that!" she replied.
"You're a bloody one to talk!" he retorted.
Electra stared at Plato for a moment and uttered quietly "What does that mean?"
"You don't think I've noticed how you behave around Rum Tum Tugger?" he asked rhetorically.
"Plato, I'm just a member of his fanclub!" Electra insisted.
"That may be true, Electra," he practically shouted, "But I've seen the way you look at him. On a few occasions, I could have sworn I saw lust in your eyes! I've never seen anything even resembling lust when you're alone with me!"
"Now you're just being ridiculous," she claimed, "Tugger's too old for me, anyway."
Plato smirked and said "You must think I'm stupid if you expect me to believe that. If there is one of us who is being unfaithful, it's undeniably you! Not me; you!"
"Take that back," she demanded.
"I will not!" he yelled, "Admit it; the only unfaithful one in any relationship in this Tribe is a certain tortoiseshell who can very easily overreact by the smallest -"
Electra slapped Plato across the face before he could finish. He did not even flinch. He stood there, staring at her through his anger-laced eyes.
Finally, she broke the silence: "You are right about one thing."
"What might that be?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"There won't be a next time," she referred to his previous statement, "Because we're through!"
Normally, Plato would have been devastated to hear Electra say that. But he just brought a wide smirk onto his face and said "That's fine by me. I couldn't care less."
"How typical of you," she sneered.
"Don't come crawling back to me," he warned her.
Plato turned around, jumped off the TSE-1, and angrily stormed out of the clearing. He didn't look over his shoulders once.
Electra was left alone on the car's trunk. She sat down in silence for a few moments. Then her eyes started welling up with tears of sorrow.
Note: Sorry for how short this chapter was! The next one will be longer!