A/N: I just noticed that I forgot to put quotes at the beginning of last chapter...oh well. Here is the next chapter in this incredibly cliche story.

To my faithful, courageous, probably-wondering-why-I-do-this, reviewers:

To mutinykitten: Are the lyric off? Oh well, it still fits the tory. :D Thanks!

To Jemidancer2011: Thanks, sad is always good, right? Just brace yourself for more sad! Thanks again!

To Don't know Don't care 38: Thanks for reviewing! The twist is just to get them back to the Junkyard, so sorry...it's not that interesting.

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Note: Loosely based on We Shout and Gomenasai, by (do I have to type it?) t.A.T.u.


A moment of time may make us unhappy forever. - John Gay.

Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most. - Anonymous

Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad. - Anonymous

Behind my smile is everything you'll never understand. - Anonymous


I will forget my dreams
Nothing is what it seems

You traded in your wings
For everything freedom brings

Everything that you feel
Is everything that I feel
So when we dream
We shout...


From previous chapter:

"I'll always love you", this time in a whisper.

It might have been her imagination but she thought she heard Jemima's voice say, "I know."


Victoria reached the Junkyard entrance finally wondering about what to say. It was for sure that the Jellicles didn't want her back, so why should she try? Well, it was worth a try just to see how angry the Jellicles were and if they wouldn't let her in, she could always tease the guard.

"Hello?" Despite having ran for quite a long distance, Victoria managed to make her voice sound strong albeit a little strained. She waited only a minute or two before an answer came.

"Good morning, Victoria", a voice came from the inside of the Junkyard.


Jemima lay down, completely miserable, but still trying to cheer herself up. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself that leaving the Safeyard had been for Victoria, she couldn't help the nagging thought that something was wrong. After returning to the Junkyard, she found things quite different from expected. What she expected was that the Jellicles would shun her and think of her as a leper or something. What she got was a warm re-welcome and comforting all around. Everyone seemed to except that whatever had happened previously was all Victoria's fault and her's alone.

The guilt and agony seemed to drag Jemima down into a deep depression.


"Admetus?"

"Why'd it have to be Jem?" Admetus asked in curiousity. He stepped out into the alleyways and looked at the sun. "If it had been anyone else, I think we all would've forgiven you."

"What do you mean?" Victoria replied with a question. The tom stepped forward and rubbed his forehead against his paw, "Man it's hot out."

The white queen waited for him to continue.

"Everyone's got a soft spot for Jemima. We can forgive her foolishness, but we can't forgive your cold-heartedness. You took one of our dearest away from us. That's not something a true Jellicle would do", Admetus grumbled on. Victoria laughed once and doubled over.

Admetus raised one eyebrow and watched the white queen laugh, "What's so funny?"

"You said it so seriously, it's almost like you believed it!" Victoria laughed still not fully recovered. Then she immediately pulled a more solemn face and whispered, "A true Jellicle would accept another Jellicle not matter what."

"Victoria, you don't seem to understand my point. What I'm trying to say is that you have done-"

"No, Admetus, you don't seem to understand my point." Victoria sighed, "I'll be leaving now."

"Wait!"

Too late, she had already gone.


Alonzo arrived at Jemima's den and hissed, "Jemima?"

"Yeah", was the quiet answer he got. The black and white tom ducked in and said, "Admetus saw Victoria at the Junkyard entrance. He apparently made it clear that she couldn't come in and so she left. But there's information that she's nearby."

"Thanks, Alonzo. No hurry....but you...should be leaving", Jemima managed finally. She was so excited that she couldn't sit still.

Jemima was quite clever for a young kitten, so naturally her brain churned with ideas of plans to meet Victoria. It was still early and she had a perfect idea.


"Deme?"

"What is it?" Demeter called back to her sister. Jemima appeared and looking as innocent as possible she asked, "Can I sleep over at Electra's tonight?"

"Hmm...I don't know", her older sister pondered for a moment and Jemima jumped, "I never have fun anymore! It isn't fair, please?"

"Fine, but make sure Electra's okay with it", Demeter gave in to Jemima's "puppy face".

As Demeter went off to find Munkustrap, Jemima silently cheered and hissed, "Phase 1, complete!"


Jemimahad set up everything in Electra's den and whispered, "Thanks for helping me. You really are a great friend."

"Anything for you", Electra joked and then seriously, "Are you sure this is going to work?"

"No", the calico admitted reluctantly while shifting some tires near the wall of the Junkyard, "But that's what makes it so exciting."

"If they catch you trying to sneak out again, you know they're not going to forgive you, right?" Electra insisted. Jemima sighed heavily and said, "Are you trying to convince me not to do it?"

"Maybe", Electra whispered, "I just don't want to watch you guys get hurt again."

"I'm already hurting inside", Jemima sighed again, "Help me move these tires a little higher."

"What are they for?" Electra asked watching her shift a heavy tire to the right. Jemima looked down and said, "Phase 2, complete."

"But what are they for?" Electra called after Jemima as she ran back to the den.

No answer came.

When they were back in the den, Jemima called, "Pass me some newspapers."

"Here", Electra handed them to her. Sure, Jemima was acting a little odd, but one could tell she was dead serious about the plan. Jemima tied the newspapers together with string to make a makeshift rope long enough to work.

The calico grinned, "Phase 3, complete."


"I hope you make it", Electra whispered. The calico nodded and answered, "You've been a true friend, thanks for everything."

Jemima left and went out to complete her plan. She ran past Alonzo, who pretended not to see her, and to the Junkyard walls. Phase 2 of the plan had been stacking the tires up high so that she could climb up onto them and over the wall. Jemima hurried up the stacked tires and thought aloud, "It really worked."

Jumping onto the wall Jemima took her rope newspaper and tied it to the top of the Junkyard wall, then let it hang down to the ground. Jemima was careful at this part and slowly shimmied down the rope.

Now she was outside the Junkyard, but with no way back in. She tugged at the rope newspaper at an odd angle and it came coiling down with the shingle it had been holding onto. Jemima hid the rope and ran towards the entrance of the Junkyard.


Victoria lay down by the entrance wondering if they would be letting her in any time soon. She heard rustling and then, "Victoria!"

Recognizing the voice immediately, Victoria ran towards Jemima and hugged her tight. The two were bound together by some invisible force and it wasn't until the small calico began to cry, that they broke apart.

"I'm sorry, Victoria! I thought it would be better for both of us", Jemima cried as silently as she could. The white queen dragged her along to a farther place in the alleys hoping to muffle the sounds of her cries and their exchange of words.

"Why did you run away?" Victoria asked, still not understand. Jemima whispered, "I was convinced...I can't believe I was so stupid!"

"Jemima?"

What I thought wasn't mine
In the light
Was a one of a kind,
A precious pearl

Victoria smiled at the words. Jemima's voice rang through the alleys again. She was saying that she didn't think Victoria was her's and that the white queen was the only one she could ever love that much.

When I wanted to cry
I couldn't cause I
Wasn't allowed

Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

What I thought wasn't all
So innocent
Was a delicate doll
Of porcelain

When I wanted to call you
And ask you for help
I stopped myself

Tears ran down the calico's cheeks and she continued looking Victoria straight into the eyes.

Gomenasai, for everything
Gomenasai, Gomenasai, Gomenasai
I never needed a friend,
Like I do now

Gomenasai, I let you down
Gomenasai, Gomenasai,
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

Jemima watched Victoria with sad eyes.

"I forgive you, Jemima", Victoria whispered with a slight smile on her face, "Just promise me to never run away like that ever again. I told you that I want to be with you forever, even if I have to die to gain that."

"Thanks", the calico whispered, "I promise."

"This is really interesting and all, but you're kind of in my property", a sarcastic mocking voice called to them. It was sort of a deja vu, except the voice definitely did not belong to Alonzo or any other Jellicle they knew.

Gomenasai means I'm so sorry in Japanese in case you don't know. Thanks for all the reviews. Please review again! I'm sorry it seems kind of repetitive, but soon it will be different, I promise. Reviews!