Ok so Quaxo and Munk are not the most original couple, it has been done before, but it is rather unusual and I've been wanting to try this couple out for ages.

Please note that Quaxo is a Tom in this story, not a kitten.

I don't own anything, not even a piece of the junkyard :(

I waited until nightfall to venture out of the junkyard. Not because the Jellicles would be suspicious of me taking a stroll through the city, but of where their protector was strolling to.

'How are you going Munk?' asked Macavity as he ushered me in and brought in a cushion for me to lounge on.

'I'm fine'

'You said that last time'

'That's because it's true!' My brother raised an eyebrow. 'You think I'm lying.'

'Munk I know you're lying'. We both remained silent for a few moments, seeing that I wasn't going to deny his accusation Macavity decided to change the subject. 'How's Demeter?'

'Controlling' I winced 'But at least she's happy now that Quaxo's banished' I spoke the last words with a bitter tone.

'Well what did you expect to happen Munk? Quaxo broke the law by leaving the junkyard, not unlike myself actually, so therefore Quaxo (and I) are banished.'

'But you left by your own free will Mac, you left because you hated the Junkyard. Quaxo loved it there, I'm certain he was forced to leave!'

I agree with you, all I'm saying is that he is banished, and we have no idea who would make him leave.'

'Mac, I'd bet my own tail that it was Demeter who made Quaxo leave, she had the most to gain from it…'

'You as a mate', Macavity concluded.

'Elementary my dear Watson' I replied. Macavity winced; he hated Sherlock Holmes references of any sort.

'If I'm to believe rumors you and Demeter are going out now,' he said with a smirk. I sighed and laid my head down on the cushion.

'That's what she's telling everyone, although I'm not doing anything to confirm it'.

'Why not?' I looked up at him unhappily.

'Because I still love him Mac, I still love Quaxo.' Macavity unashamedly pulled me into a light brotherly hug while I sniffed a few times.

'I know you do, and trust me I've been asking all around for whereabouts of Quaxo'.

'But you've had no luck getting news have you? I said pessimistically

'On the other hand I've had no bad news about him, that means he could still be alive somewhere. Not dead in the gutter or recaptured by Growltiger who recently docked here or…'

'Growltiger's on the loose!' I exclaimed sitting bolt upright at this. This was terrible! Growltiger (arguably the most sickening, cruel and sadistic cat around) was Quaxo's father. The whole reason why he and his younger sister Victoria had come to the junkyard all those years ago was to escape from his abusive tyranny. I now rate that day when I met him as one of the best days of my life.

'Yes he is here Munk but he only just came a few nights ago, he wouldn't have had time to capture anyone yet.' Macavity said reassuringly. I slumped back down but my ears continued to twitch with worry. We passed a few more minutes in silence.

'I suppose I'd better be heading back then' I mumbled, slowly rising to my feet.

'Yeah you should. You look exhausted Munk, how much sleep have you been getting recently?'

'Not a lot, things have been really busy round the junkyard lately.' I replied

Just before we got to the door Macavity stopped and turned me around so my left shoulder was facing him. Through the fur he could see a long scar that was only just starting to heal. He instantly recognized the claw mark.

'Demeter?' he asked. I avoided his eyes and looked down at the ground.

That was all the confirmation my brother, the Napoleon of crime, needed.

Padding back towards the junkyard I nearly fell over my paws with weariness. Forcing my eyes to stay open I focused on getting back home, where if I was lucky I could curl up in my den and sleep for a few hours. If I wasn't needed to mind the kits, or hunt for the tribe, or patrol the junkyard, or checking the dens for leaks, or…

I shook my head trying to ignore the tasks that were almost certainly awaiting me at home and tried to concentrate on putting one paw in front of the other.

Slowly, despite my struggles to stay awake the silence of the night started to collect around me. My paws became heavier and heavier my eyes were only just managing to stay half open. My head was sinking lower and lower until it nearly touched the ground. More asleep than awake I plodded on, oblivious to the world around me. In a dream like state I dimly heard the rumble of an engine coming closer and closer towards me.

'Hmm funny I'm dreaming that a car is about to run over me'.

Something hard hit my side and I went flying across the road. I groaned as my head made contact with the pavement. Stars were spinning in front of me and a heavy weight was on my chest constricting my breathing. Opening my eyes a crack I saw a small cat staring down at me with wide brown eyes.

My heart skipped a beat.

Was I finally meeting the Everlasting cat?

The cat on my chest rolled off me and shuffled back a bit, his eyes downcast and his paws twitching with obvious agitation. Looking round I saw a car driving away leaving the London street quiet once more. Turning back to the alley cat, I was at last able to get a good look at my savior.

He was a small brownish short hair with a few black patches here and there. Ignoring my limbs which screamed at me to lie still, I got up and made my way to the cat. He just sat there quietly with his eyes to the ground as I walked towards him.

'Thank you for saving me' I said 'I don't know how I can ever repay you' as I said this I gently touched the top of the cat's head, a sign of thanks. Immediately the cat squeaked and jumped back as if he'd been slapped. Turning around he fled down a narrow alley way. 'Hey hey wait up! I only want to thank you' I called out running after him.

Down the alley way he led me jumping over boxes and wiggling under crates, fully intent on loosing me. But I wouldn't be lost so easily, I kept right up with him. 'It's alright' I gasped 'I don't want to hurt you, just to say thank you.' The cat however continued to ignore me and ran on. Panting for breath I stopped chasing for a while to consider my options. I could continue chasing this mindless fleaball who obviously didn't want to be spoken to. Or I could go back and try to regain the time I'd lost in trying to catch him.

I was about to turn around to start heading back to the junkyard when I sniffed and realized something. This cat's scent was tinged with magic.

Immediately I whirled around and started looking for the cat. I couldn't hear him but he hadn't had time to get that far away from me had he? I began to search for him, systematically checking in all the cracks and hollows of the alleyway for the small brown tom.

It didn't take me long to find a crack that was bigger than most and wriggle inside it. There huddled the alley cat against the far wall, his breath coming in ragged pants and his paws covering his eyes. Cautiously I crept forward; passing the pile of ratty cloths that was probably his bed. As I got closer to the cat I saw he wasn't brown and black as I'd originally thought. He was black but covered from ears to tail in what I guessed was mud.

'It's okay I'm not going to hurt you' I said. The cat whimpered and tried to shuffle back but the wall prevented him from doing so. Kneeling in front of the small tom I gently took his paws away from his face, to reveal a pair of beautiful brown eyes staring at me. My breath caught in my throat.

'Quaxo?'

Cliffy much?

Please note that Holmes never said "elementary my dear watson" but Macavity himself is based on one of the villans in the Holmes stories, the villan's name is Moriarty. If you want proof read The Adventure of the final problem.