A/N: I am quietly going to continue this because it seems like a good idea and I found a way to do so. Children, I'm going to deal with the fact that I wrote this two years ago and my writing style is probably evolving. But right now, I refuse to deal with depressing. Show must go on! Also, this will no longer be a songfic…unless I find something that strikes the mood.
That is all.

"Oi…"

"Oi…kid…"

"Oi….kid! Wake up! C'mon, kid…"
Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer waited for the coughing to end,. And Jerrie was very pleased once he noticed the kit's eyes opening. "Ah, there ya go! Welcome back ta the land 'a tha livin', little 'un!"

Archer's eyes were opened in slits, he felt himself coughing hysterically, but his vision still felt too fuzzy to understand where he was or what had happened. Then he saw them, two very similar figures looming over him, their eyes large, and to a small kitten, frightening. Their fur pattern came out in black and orange streaks, giving off the image of tigers, like the ones he saw in books.

"…Where am I?" he murmured, his tone small, his demeanor, worse off.

Jerrie was grinning as he bent down and helped the little lad to bend up.
Teazer was on the other side, and she looked equally as curious as her partner, as to where the kit had come from. "Why, you washed up on the shore, kid. Jerrie saved ya loife. Thought ya was long gone, oi did, but Jerrie weren't done wif ya. Ya'ra loocky lad, ya'ar, that we came 'round."

Jerrie had learned a while back from their mum how to distribute cardio pulmonary resuscitation, more commonly, the kiss of life, which he overall was never comfortable with, but it had seemed important once crossing the path of a kitten's corps in the waters.

Archer still looked confused, which was understandable. The last thing he remembered was bobbing up and down between the waves in the river, his mother's form rushing after him from land. He had gone under, swallowing water, unable to swim. And then there was nothing but a panicked pain in his lungs and quiet.

His lungs still ached, but he could breathe. Even with all of this happening at once, he started staring around, wondering where his mother was. "Mum… I need to find Mummy." He looked at the twins, and they looked back at him, perplexed.

Jerrie didn't know what to do. This was just a kitten, and they didn't often deal with such things as helping little lost kits find their mummies. "They" being anyone under Macavity's employment.

Then again… it was their time off for a bit. He sighed and patted the kitten's shoulder, "Roight then , Where'd ya last see 'er, lil mate?"

Archer just shook his head, cold and still very dazed. "W-we were at the park…"

This didn't help the twins much. Teazer sighed impatiently, "Which park, kit? Wot's ya mum's name?"

Archer stared at the tabby queen, and was realized he didn't know his mother's name. It had never been anyone else to call her anything. It was just him, and she always liked being called "mum". The name of the park was even more obscure. Archer began to shake uncontrollably, half from the water, half from absolute fear. "I don't know…" he mumbled, tears in his eyes as he curled his legs up to his chest. Where was Mummy? Would he ever see her again?

Jerrie was not about to allow a little kit like this to simply freeze to death without his mother. But he knew Teazer was a little more anxious about being in business that wasn't her own. The twins had a quiet stare-off, giving each other harsh looks in order to decide on what to do. Jerrie, as usual, won, and they knew where to take the kit. "Issokay, mate. We'll 'elp ya foind ya mum. But we're gonna take ya 'ome and get ya dryed up, yeah?"

Teazer sighed as she helped the kitten to his feet and started following Jerrie off into another street. She was not heartless, and wanted to help the kitten, but she paid attention to the rules more often than her partner. And their boss's rule was law. A large rule for everyone was that all cats who stayed at headquarters worked for their keep, including little orphaned kits. Macavity wasn't going to just take in a young kitten, and certainly wouldn't take any resources in order to find his mother.

She was certainly hoping that going to the Hidden Paw wasn't in Jerrie's head. It would be a good way to get them both in trouble. Jerrie was fearless, she could give him that, but also very stupid. So, whatever it was they planned to do with the kit, she hoped he was thinking it through.

She looked down at the shivering kit by her side, and smiled with some pity and kindness. "Wot's ya name, kit?"

He looked up at her, his green eyes shining with less fear. "…Archer?"

Jerrie glanced back at the two, slowing down so he was walking in pace with them. He felt a little more interested with the conversation at hand. "Archer…Good name, eh, Teaze? Though it seems we 'aven't been formerly introduced, though Archer.
Me name's Mungojerrie, but Jerrie's just foine. And this 'ere's me partnah, Teazer."

"Rumpleteazer." The tabby queen corrected, "But yeah, call me Teaze, Teazer, whatever's best."

The young ginger kitten looked between his new friends, and was still clinging to Teazer's side as he stared thoughtfully up at them. They didn't seem at all dangerous, and his childish mind believed fully that they would help him find his mother. "…Where are we going?" he asked finally.

Mungojerrie grinned down at the kit as they pressed forward. "Our 'ome…well, bit more loike our workplace."

Archer raised an eyebrow, and Teazer immediately spotted his confusion. "Ye'see, we work in a… rare trade. An' so our boss 'as easy access to us, we live where 'e lives, as does everyone 'oo works for 'im in London."

"'E's a mean ol' bloighter, that's for sure." Jerrie sneered. He had never been one that liked his boss, but of course was a bit cowardly and would never say that to his face. "But 'e gives good work and good pay. You can stay in our lodgings 'til we foind ya mum."

"Where are your lodgings?" Archer mumbled.

Teazer pointed straight at a far-away building, though it was still big and noticeable several blocks in front of them. "Roight there. It's called the Ware'ouse, and it's our boss's 'eadquarters. We'll 'afta sneak you in, but den we'll all get some rest. Sound good, little mate?"

Archer only nodded, and stared forward, unaware of what would be ahead of him. He did not know who this "boss" was, but he certainly didn't sound any good. None of this sounded good. He just wanted to see his mother again, have her with him and hold him. He deeply inhaled as they continued the walk, but was slightly dreading the new place…