A/N: Request from A Raven Like A Writing Desk. I hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cats. Duh.
The Rum Tum Tugger never thought about a queen for very long but this certain queen was different. Even though she was still technically a kit, Tugger couldn't stop thinking about her. Her beautiful red fur and her equally beautiful voice. He melted when he heard her singing, but didn't most toms?
When Tugger was supposed to be helping Misto round up all the kits so that Jenny could talk to them, he drifted off.
It was a dark spring day and every jellicle could sense a storm coming. As the storm approached, Tugger heard a high-pitched sqeal coming from behind a junkpile. When he looked, a bright red queen was laying by herself in a shivering, wet ball of fur. Tugger picked her up and took her to his den. He layed her on his bed and dried her off with an old towel. They lay there for awhile, Jemima was actually asleep the whole time and Tugger patiently waited for to awake. When she did wake up, and saw the Rum Tum Tugger laying next to her, she almost fainted but Tugger pulled her close to him. "It's alright, Jemi, I'll keep you warm." he soothed. Jemima lay in his arms, not believing what was happening. All she could say was, "Can I stay here?" Tugger kissed her forehead and said, "Of course. As long as you want. Forever, preferably." Jemima smiled. "Okay!"
"Tugger! Snap out of it!" Misto yelled. "Jenny'll be upset with you if you don't get the kits to her."
Tugger fluffed his mane. "Oh well. It'll be worth it."
Misto wrinkled his nose, confused. "Huh? I'm sorry, I can't see into you little mind, Tuggs. What are you talking about?"
The Rum Tum Tugger grinned and said, "You'll never know."
A/N: Please R&R!