HAT: I decided to have some pity on all of you... that and my stuff is quickly depleting down to the second page and I've gotta get back in there... besides, I'm lacking in a little inspiration at the moment anyway. So, here you go. Next time... I'm not gonna break, I'll get at least seven new reviews from seven different people. You've been warned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot, aaaand... OCs... aaaand... that's it, I think!.

The marmalade tom eases up to a standing position and internally curses at how exhausted he is. She puts his arm over her shoulders and her arm around his waist and gently leads him to a familiar den. He hasn't used his legs in years and just started the day before, of course this will happen. Halfway there his body wants to stop and his muscles ache, but he's determined even if his breath is slowly turning ragged. He knows how to control his breathing not to reveal his exhaustion.

Not your memories, he reminds himself as he's led through the door. He's placed on a couch and he takes slow, deep breathes to cover up the relief of not having to move anymore. The striped queen walks into the back, giving Skimble time to gasp and cough lightly without being listened to or worried about. He stills his breathing when he hears them coming into the room and he looks at the Magical Mr. Mistoffelees. He's not as small as Skimble remembers, but then again, he's not a younger adolescent anymore. He looks to to be just half an inch shorter than Munkustrap with broad shoulders, a semi-thin waist, and decent muscles. His walk isn't as delicate, shy, and graceful as it was as an adolescent, but instead he's got a strong, confident, graceful walk like Tugger, but less flirtatious.

"Hello, I'm Mistoffelees. And you are?"

"Skimbleshanks," the Scottish tom answers.

"Nice to meet you... Electra told me that you're in terrible condition and she's right," he mutters bluntly before blushing in embarrassment at the raised eyebrow he receives. "Sorry... She asked me to help you get in better condition."

"Magic cat," mutters the green eyed tom as he sits back in the chair. "Well, if you want to do anything, I'm powerless to stop you. Go ahead and try."

Immediately this tom's white face, chest, paws, and tail tip become black, his long tail grows shorter, and his dark eyes begin to glow a brilliant azure. "Ite alacres, tempus hoc in cat. Concitat et musculus, et vivificet eum, et vivificet eum, et adipem salutem."

(A/N: Here's a translation from Google Translate (rough, I don't remember it going like this): Onward, Time, on this cat. Speed his health and give him muscle and give him fat.)

Skimble's body begins to tingle and he notices the look of fatigue on this cat's face and reaches forward and takes his paw, closing it into a fist and murmuring, "Desine."

(A/N: Another Google Translate: Stop.)

Immediately the black and white cat's eyes stop glowing and the white returns to three of his paws as his tail grows and gains a white tip. Dark eyes blink at the tom and his tail flicks with newfound curiosity and this causes the marmalade tom to lower his gaze and grunt. He knows he's nowhere near a healthy weight, but his muscles are developing and he already feels like he has more than enough energy compared to before. He can go on from here without as much of a struggle as before.

"Are you magic?"

A shrug since he doesn't know if that's true either. He didn't use magic, but he said a magic word. That should be enough, he supposes, even with a regular cat to stop something.

"Thank you, but you need your strength as well. I'd rather work on the rest on my own," he admits before he gets up and walks out, finding it much easier than before.

His ears flick as he acknowledges Electra follow him with a worry scent covering her. He must still look like crap. He grunts quietly upon realizing he's using terms that he hasn't used in decades- scratch that- hadn't used in his memories in a long time. He rubs his temples and tries to get his mind right. His head's throbbing so hard that he almost feels like he's going to pass out. The both of them must sense this because almost immediately the both of them have a paw on each of his shoulders.

"Do you need anything?"

Skimble slowly shakes his head and rises from his seat shakily. "Thank you, Mistoffelees, but you don't need to do anymore."

With that being said he walks out of the den and goes towards his pipe when suddenly two calicoes dash by him. He nearly yells for the thieves to slow down, but he stops himself and stares after them for a moment. He wonders, briefly, who raised the both of them if not him. Immediately he shakes such things from his mind and goes to his pipe to find a rusty red and black striped tom there observing him with keen dark brown eyes. Skimble isn't surprised to see this tom here, but he's surprised at the untrusting look he's receiving despite how neutral his face may look to anyone else..

Dear, Everlasting, make it stop, he thinks as he stares back at the familiar stranger. "Who're you?"

Distrusting eyes continue to watch him and the tail twitches twice, a sign of caution if Skimble remembers correctly. "Asparagus."

HAT: Well, there's that. Since I've done my threatening above, Carlaaaaaheeee mean, Jenny's gonna take it from here.

Jenny: Watching Scrubs?

HAT: YES!

Jenny: *rolls eyes* Of course. Review, please!

HAT: Or when she's on her period I'll sick her on you!

Jenny: *rolls eyes* Oh, HAT...