Author's Note:So I have put the elements I use in the Chapter headings so that it less confusing. Sorry but I mixed and matched a little...story must have a bat, and a character goes to sleep...it just wasn't doing it for me. This chapter is really short, because I mainly just wanted to set things up. Really, I guess it's more of a prologue, but whatever. I'm REALLY liking where this story is going. Also - Tobias is my OC. I love him dearly, he's kind of a cross between Thomas O'Malley (Aristocats) Milo (an original character SLIGHTLY based off of the Tenth Doctor in Doctor Who), Dodger (Oliver and Company), and my real life cat at home (who's name is Tobias)... but he won't make his appearance until Chapter Two. As always, I don't own CATS. Expect Tobias - he is mine. *cuddles Tobias* Hope this works for everyone!

Chapter One – Characters Argue / Vehicle Accident Quaxo's POV

Quaxo groaned in frustration. Victoria wasn't listening to him. "Victoria, honestly, I'll be back Friday! I don't understand what the big deal is."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Of course you don't."

He forced himself not to groan again, "Come on, could you please just explain to me what the problem is?"

"What are you doing next week?"

He sighed, "I'm going to visit Uncle Bustopher. You know that."

She nodded, her arms still crossed. "Yes. I know that. Do you know what ELSE is next week?"

He was growing tired of her games, why couldn't she just say what was bothering her? Never the less, he tried to think. Next week….trip to visit his uncle…what else was next week? He supposed he had to be missing something. "Victoria, please just tell me?"

She made a face, and it wasn't a happy face. She looked like she was about to cry. He gulped. Whatever it was he had done, it must be bad. With a heavy sigh she sat down on the cardboard box beside their bed. "Quaxo, our anniversary is next week."

His eyes widened. What? Had it been a year since they mated already? That didn't seem possible. But yes, now that he thought about it and did the math, it must have been a year. "Victoria…I – I'm sorry! I didn't realize we had been together for so long already."

She wasn't looking at him, and he sighed. He couldn't really blame her. "Victoria I'm sorry. I'll fix it ok?"

She looked up at him, "You won't go?"

He shook his head, "I'm sorry, I have to go. But I'll make it up to you! I'll make plans for us and we'll have a big celebration as soon as I get back."

She looked away again, and he knew that hadn't been good enough. "Victoria, I'm sorry. I can't get out of these plans…you know that."

She nodded, and stood up quickly. He thought he saw tears filling her eyes, but she turned away from him before he could be sure. "Victoria?"

She walked towards the old drainpipe that led out of their den, pausing at the exit. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back later."

He nodded. "Alright, are you leaving the junk yard? It's getting late…"

She sighed, "Don't worry Quaxo. I'll be fine."

He took his seat on the bed and watched as his white queen disappeared through the drainpipe, then with a sigh he flung himself backwards to lie down. What was he going to do about this? If only he had realized that their anniversary was coming up. How could he be so stupid? He had to fix it. He had to get out of those plans. He couldn't leave her alone, at least not on their anniversary, and their first one at that! What kind of guy did that?

Victoria's POV

Victoria walked slowly down the street. Since she was out of the junk yard, she was also out of Jellicle form, and was enjoying walking on four legs for a change. Sure, she was a much better dancer as a Jellicle, and it was much easier to show affection in that form, but two legs was much slower than four.

How could Quaxo have forgotten their anniversary? She'd been keeping perfect track of the days, weeks, and months that they had been together. She'd been obsessive about it. How could he not think about it? He said that he hadn't realized they'd been together that long.

She paused in her tracks. He didn't think they'd been together that long. Honestly, if she hadn't been keeping track of it, she wasn't sure she'd have realized it either. It seemed like just yesterday they were having their mating ceremony, dancing around the junk yard with the rest of the cats. She smiled at the memory.

Maybe she had over reacted a little. Anyone could make that mistake. She chuckled, Bombalurina complained about that with Tugger all the time. Of course Quaxo would be capable of that as well.

She decided to go back home. She needed to apologize to Quaxo. She would tell him that he could go on his trip. She would survive. They could celebrate their year together later, when he got back. He'd only been gone till Friday.

She stopped in her tracks once again. He'd be back Friday! Friday was their anniversary! She wanted to slap herself. She'd been so worked up about him leaving, she hadn't even considered when he was coming back. Now she HAD to get back to him, so that she could tell him what an idiot she was.

She picked up her pace. When had she walked this far? It would take her forever to get home, and it was already dark. She really was an idiot. She picked her pace even more. She had a lot of ground to cover before she reached the junk yard.

She ran down the sidewalk, and around a corner. She ran through the park, and came to a street. She looked both ways, she'd seen what could happen to cats that didn't, and started across. Just then a car came blazing around the corner. They were moving so fast!

She stood there for a moment, frozen in terror. What to do? The car was coming straight for her. Finally her mind screamed "RUN!" and she did. She took off at full speed, but it was too late.

She saw the car close in on her, and tried desperately to get out of the way. But it hit.

She opened her eyes and she was flying. Pain wracked through her body, but she couldn't think of that right now. She slammed into something, hard, and hit the ground with a thud.