So I'm picking this story back up again! This is just a prologue of sorts that I wrote in about twenty minutes. I have no idea where I'm going to go with this story but I'm sure I'll figure it out soon. I'd also like to thank WafflesTheJellicle for motivating me to write the sequel for 'Hate…'.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the storyline. That is mine…along with Munkustrap, I claim him too :)

Munkustrap frantically ran around the Junkyard, a worried and panicked look plastered on his paling face.

Most of the cats in the Junkyard were asleep and he couldn't find Demeter.

Missing, she was missing.

Oh Bast, oh Bast. What if Macavity got her? It's so obvious she's pregnant. Oh Bast, what if he hurt the kits. I need to find her! Now.

He ran up to the perch that hung over the Junkyard and scanned over the area with no one in sight. Dread seeped farther into his bones.

"Looking for something?" a facetious voice said behind him.

He spun around to find the bright green eyes of his mate.

"Dem, you're okay!" he cried holding her as if she were a lifeline.

"Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be okay? Should I not be okay?" she let out a small cheeky laugh.

"No, you should be okay. Everything is going to be okay. Everything is okay," he said aloud more to himself then her.

Demeter, all cheekiness aside, gave a sweet gentle peck to the tip of Munkustrap's nose.

"I'm fine, I promise. Just wanted to watch the moon; that's it," she smiled, her eyes bearing into his soul, "I'm sorry for kind of running off. It just makes me feel better, or should I say, makes them feel better." Demeter laid a paw upon her ever expanding torso.

"C'mon Dem, we should go back to the den and get some rest," Munkustrap said gently leading her off the perch.

"No, can't we just sit here for a little bit longer? The kits, they really like it. Just a few more minutes, please?" Demeter begged sweetly.

"Fine, fine," Munk sighed with a genuine smile on his face.

The two former rivals cuddled up next to each other, entangled in each other's embrace. A soft purring was heard from the couple, and before either realized it they both had fallen asleep; both their faces in the light of the Jellicle Moon, the memories of the prior months slowly fading into deep sanguine dreams of the future.