Authors Note: So...It's only been 4 years since I posted in this thing...but...better late than never I guess? Idk. I got stuck in writer's block in everything else I was working on so was reading over my old stuff and just got slammed with inspiration for this one. So we'll see how it goes I guess. Anyways, this is a SEQUEL to Do I Look Like A Junk Yard Cat To You? So if you haven't read that one - go read it. This one will make a little more sense. I also stopped bothering with the prompts and etc for the challenge? I mean...4 years ago? Don't really think it counts. Anyway. More to come! I have loads of ideas. Read and Review - Thanks! And as always - unfortunately I do not own cats. Only Tobias.

Chapter Seven

Munkustrap's POV

Munkustrap came to a pause outside the drain pipe. He needed to check in on Quaxo. The tuxedo tom had returned from his mission far too quickly, and hadn't said anything much about it before disappearing into his den. That had been a few hours ago. Munkustrap hated to push him, but they needed his help. They needed to know what was happening.

Slowly, the dark tabby stepped through the drain pipe. "Quaxo?"

There was no reply, and Munkustrap sighed as he located the black tom who was curled up on the bed. "Quaxo."

There was still no reply, although Quaxo shifted where he lay. Munkustrap moved closer, hesitated only a moment before sitting down on the bed. "Wanna talk about it?"

A sigh sounded from the black cat, "Not particularly."

Munkustrap nodded to no one in particular. "Well, we really need to know what's going on. We can't come up with a plan until we know what we're dealing with."

Quaxo was quiet for a few seconds before he sighed heavily, and sat up and nodded. Munkustrap smiled and put his arm around the other tom. "I know it's hard for you, trust me. I hate hearing it as much as you hate telling it...but we have to know."

Again there was silence for a few seconds. "She doesn't remember me."

Munkustrap closed his eyes for a moment, containing his emotions. Quaxo was obviously spiraling and the grey tom knew he needed to be strong. "We expected that would be the case."

"But it's worse than that." Quaxo quivered and Munkustrap squeezed his shoulder. "Teazer was right. She doesn't remember me, or you, or the junk yard - anything. She found out I was from the Junk Yard, pegged me as a Jellicle...you should have seen it Munk. It was as if she expected me to kill her there on the spot. She was terrified."

Munkustrap grimaced, but again contained his emotions. "So if we just run in and try to take her, she's definitely going to put up a fight."

Quaxo nodded. "She knows that she's missing something. She knows she isn't where she's supposed to be. But they've managed to poison her mind. She truly believes that we are the bad guys. There's no way she'll just come along with us...She's different now."

"And what about the other tom?" Munkustrap hadn't wanted to bring it up...but again, he had to know.

The black cat beside him growled in his chest. "She definitely has some sort of feelings for him. She hasn't sorted it out yet. She won't be swayed so easily unless she remembers...which isn't looking too likely right now."

Munkustrap nodded once more. "Well, I'm going to go have a chat with the twins, maybe they can provide some assistance on that front. Please Quaxo, try to get some rest." Quaxo snorted, and Munkustrap continued, "I'll let the rest of the group know and we'll try to come up with a plan."

He rose from the bed and moved towards the pipe to exit, "Quaxo." He said before he left, "Don't give up hope. You said yourself that she knows something isn't right. She'll keep trying to figure it out. We'll get her back."

Quaxo only nodded before laying back down on the bed, and Munkustrap headed out of the den, and headed back to the great tire.

He didn't get very far though before he came to a stop. He stood there for a minute, his hands tightened into fists at his sides, claws digging into his palms. They were only there for a moment though before he reached up, pulling at his head fur with a growl with his ears pinned flat against his head.

He still couldn't believe this was happening. His sister, his baby sister that he'd only known for a year or so, was in the hands of Macavity. And worse - didn't remember anything about them. He blinked back the tears that filled his eyes and looked up at the sky. "Everlasting Cat," he said quietly, his voice cracking with emotion, "Please keep her safe."

Victoria's POV

For the rest of the day, she couldn't get that other cat out of her mind. Milo. The name didn't ring any bells. Not even one. But it was clear that he knew her. He was clearly legitimately worried for her. There had to be a reason for that right?

She looked over at Tobias, who had gone back to napping. He wouldn't really hurt her right? He'd done nothing but help her so far, and even seemed to like her. He couldn't be that dangerous could he?

But then she thought about Macavity. She definitely thought him capable of violence. She had only met him the one time, but he terrified her. Simply thinking about him now sent shivers down her spine. Yes, he could - and probably would - hurt her if it came down to it...and Tobias liked him. Or at least followed him. Did that mean Tobias was capable of that as well?

No. He couldn't be.

But...if it came down to it? If he had to choose between her and Macavity? Who would he choose? She couldn't positively say...and that scared her.

She thought back to the white and orange cat on the roof. She had the feeling that he'd choose her...but he was a Jellicle! She glanced over at Tobias, at the numerous gashes he still had from his fight yesterday. The Jellicles had nearly torn him apart, why would he lie about that? She gave a frustrated groan and threw her hands through her head fur - she was so confused!

"Arwen?" The grey tom across from her looked over groggily, "Are you alright?"

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry did I wake you?"

Tobias shook his head and looked out the window and she followed his gaze - it was starting to get dark.

Tantomile's POV

She and her brother took a deep breath as they sat together on the floor of their small den. Slowly but surely, their breathing slowed and their surroundings began to fade away, and new ones began to form. She was now standing in what looked like a human's living room. At first she was confused- but as she looked around further, she noticed very few signs of human life and several signs of cats. So this house was abandoned by humans and had been overrun by Macavity's band. Her gaze finally landed on the white queen that was sleeping on the couch.

The sleeping feline looked anything but peaceful, and Milly could only imagine what the girl had been through since she left the Junk Yard. The slight grimace that take taken over the young queen's features made Tantomile sigh as she knelt down beside the couch.

"Are you ready?"

Her brother's voice sounded in her head and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to see her brother's surroundings. He was in Quaxo's den, kneeling in front of the sleeping tuxedo tom. She opened her eyes and looked back at the small white queen. "I'm ready."

She reached out with her hands, and put two fingers on each of Victoria's temples. She new her brother was doing the same, and soon enough that was confirmed as images started flooding through her mind - and as such into Victoria's. These images, Tantomile knew, came from Quaxo's mind. His memories. His first sight of Victoria - how shy and timid she had been. Him rescuing her from George - the stray cat that had tormented her before she came to the Junk Yard. The two of them dancing, cuddling in his pile of blankets. The nightmare he was currently having - the argument they'd had before she'd left, and his absolute terror at the thought of never seeing her again.

"Milly?"

Tantomile's eyes snapped open, leaving her back in her own den beside Coricopat, who also was coming back to himself. She looked at her brother and said the words that she already knew that he knew. "She remembered."

Victoria's POV

She woke with a start, and opened her eyes to see a striped face only inches from hers. At first she was startled, but then a name flashed into her mind. "Milly?"

The white face looked at her and black eyes widened, a slight smile graced the queens face before she vanished.

Victoria sat up and looked around the room, and the images that haunted her dreams flashed through her mind again. "Quaxo..."

How could she have forgotten?

"Arwen?" The groggy voice came from across the room. Tobias.

Now she knew who she could trust - and Tobias wasn't it. "Tobias..."

He was sitting up now, and was looking at her. "You said Quaxo. Where did you hear that?"

She gulped. She knew he was in with Macavity, she had to be careful now. "I...I must have dreamed it. I don't know what it means."

He sighed and stood up. "You remember don't you."

She blinked, gulped, and leaned back into the couch, "Remember what?"

He shook his head and slowly crossed the room. "Oh Victoria. You really shouldn't have gone and done that."