ARG! Ok, guys. I'm afraid I won't be able to update all that frequently anymore, as my mom has taken away my computer again. I'm writing in my notebook so that when I can sneak onto the computer I can update, but it's all a matter of when my mom will be out of the house.

Anyways... the story's going good so far? I guess you wouldn't really be reading this if it wasn't... hope you enjoy. There's a bit of slash in this one.

p.s. I'm sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes right now, this was written in a rush so...

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Alonzo was patrolling the west side fence when he heard a noise. He stiffened as the noise drew closer to him. It sounded like shuffling and it was slow, not fast enough to be any kind of threat.

The Rum Tum Tugger appeared over a pile of cardboard boxes. Alonzo relaxed, but only for a second as the sight began to unfold in front of him.

Tugger was practically carrying Quaxo, who had his hands to his head and an anguished look on his face. Tugger's eyes were full of worry and terror. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Quaxo had had another vision.

"What is it?" Alonzo asked as he raced up to meet the two toms.

"Quaxo saw... something happen to Munkustrap." Tugger explained quickly. "It's something bad... but the images are coming too fast for him to tell what it is."

Alonzo was off in a heartbeat. "I'll go look for him. You, take him to Jenny's." he called over his shoulder as he dashed through a pile of discarded chairs.

Tugger watched Alonzo for a second before turning his attention back to his friend. Quaxo's boyish face was twisted into a mask of pain. Tugger couldn't bare to see him this way.

"We're going to go find Jenny." Tugger whispered to Quaxo as he almost dragged his friend through the mounds of trash. "She knows how to make you feel better. Remember last time? Remember the tea she gave you?" Tugger tried to sooth him friend as they made there way slowly to the motherly old cat's house.

Quaxo nodded his head, but kept his mouth shut. The flashed of Munkustrap had stopped but the pain was still radiating in the back of his mind. Quaxo didn't like the way it felt. It was just... wrong somehow. Something was missing, something important.

"Tug..." he groaned, his eyes were still closed but he could feel hands lay him down on something soft. He could hear Tugger's voice but he couldn't make the sentences form together in his head.

"I have a bad feeling..." he tried to say, but his voice got caught in his throat and he began to cough. Hands were all over him in seconds, turning him to the side as he began to vomit all over the ground.

Tugger watched Quaxo's paling face as Jenny fussed over him. She poured some clear liquid into his slightly open mouth and his face began to relax.

"Will he be ok?" Tugger asked worriedly as his friend fell into a deep sleep.

"Oh, yes. He'll be fine, but please let him rest for a little while." She flitted around the room, pulling down old blankets and pillows and handing them over to Tugger. " I'm going to go see if I can help with Munkustrap." she explained as she walked towards the door. "Please stay here and keep an eye on him."

As soon as the door was shut behind her, Tugger dropped to him knees on the ground beside Quaxo.

"Quaxo..." he whispered as he stared into his white face. He wanted to reach out and... touch him. He wanted to feel his smooth, boyish skin beneath his fingers. He wanted to...no...

Quaxo had made himself clear. He... he loved Victoria. That stray cat he had met not even a day ago and he loved her! Tugger pounded his fist into the ground. It wasn't fair! Two years, TWO YEARS Quaxo had been living under his roof! Two years they had spent together, insuperable at times, and he falls in love with some stupid stay cat the second she walks into their life.

Tugger took a deep breath, calming himself. He looked back into his friends face. He was in such a deep sleep... he wouldn't feel anything... surly... it couldn't hurt?

Tugger reached out with a shacking paw. Slowly, carefully he let his hand fall to his friends face. He watched as the paw made contact ever so slightly. When Quaxo didn't stir Tugger could feel the grin escape onto his face. He let his hand trace the gentle cheekbone, he let his fingers run down his cheek. He felt... amazing! This was what Quaxo had talked about earlier. This was it. Love.

Tugger cupped his friends face with his paw and stared into it. His nose, his lips, his whiskers. All of it made the perfect cat that lay before him. Before Tugger really realized what he was doing, his lips were on Quaxo's forehead. The warm skin of the tom warmed his lips and...

Tugger lept up as if electrocuted. He threw himself against the far wall of Jenny's home. He stared, wide eyed at the cat that lay on the ground. What was he doing??

For two years, Tugger had never let his emotions get like this. He had never let them control him like this before. He ran his hands threw his hair, letting out a deep breath. He knew he had to be more careful. The small tom deserved a normal life with a normal queen. Victoria for instance. Tugger continued to try to convince himself this as he walked back over to where his friend lay, but as he got closer something destroyed all of that.

A smile.

A single, small smile that had appeared on the face of his friend. He was still asleep, Tugger was sure of it, but he was smiling. Tugger's heart soared and he suddenly didn't care about Victoria at all. He was sure, sure that he and Quaxo would be together. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but some day they would be.

Tugger was nothing would ever ruin this moment for him. And that's when Alonzo walked in.

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Good? Bad? Really creepy on Tugger's part? (Yes.)

I'll try to update when I can. I've already written the next chapter, so as soon as I can get back on the computer I'll put it up.