HAT: As promised, here's the chapter with the Scottish and Irish toms on the same train.

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"Alright, let's get a few things straight. I'm the boss and this is my train. If something should go wrong just once I'll have you begging for your death, understand?"

Lyon smirks. "Perfectly!" he nods before he gives a lazy salute. "What next, captain?"

Skimble boxes the tom's ear. "Act your age!" he growls.

The black and gray calico shakes his head. "That's an order I won't always follow. But let's get going!"

He's quite enthusiastic and kittenish, that's for sure, Skimbleshanks thinks as he stalks through the passenger cars and at the bad mood their railway cat seems to be with the enthusiastic cat prancing behind him merrily they all stay quiet and reach to pet Lyon. This irritates Skimble a little, but he discards that because they know better than to pet him in a bad mood, they learned that long ago. He stops to check on how secure everything is when suddenly another body bumps into his and he turns around and glares.

"Lyon... what caused you not to pay attention?" he asks.

"Um... I was looking around and trying to get to know the ins and outs of the train," he admits, scratching the back of his head nervously.

The marmalade tom rolls his eyes. "Try to pay attention where you're going. Make sure everything's secure so no one gets harmed. Everlasting knows how human kits are."

The two work to make sure everything's secure and Skimbleshanks is surprised to see that Lyon is very tame. The skin under his pelt itches and he knows this will end soon. It always does...

-THREE HOURS LATER-

"-and the queen said, 'oh! I love that Irish accent, better than all those Scottish accents I always hear' and I took her out to dinner and she and i had a grand time-"

Skimbleshanks, having had enough of this never ending tale, grabs the tom by the scruff and effortlessly lifts him up and holds him as he would a kit."One more 'and' out of your mouth and there won't be another 'and' to your life story," the orange tabby growls, long brown tail flicking irritably.

Lyon smirks. "A-"

The Jellicle throws his co-worker into a cage roughly and locks it so he can't unlock it from the inside. "You were saying? Because I can easily find a hungry dog and throw you in there."

"I-I understand," the bi-colored cat nods.

Skimble lets him out and stalks into the kitchen area and gets himself some milk, rather wanting to save the Scotch for when Lyon would really be annoying... and yes, it's possible for him to be more annoying to the Night Mail's railway cat. He rubs his head and wishes more than anything to go back to the junkyard and curl next to his tomfriend. He releases a sigh and realizes it hasn't even been a day yet and he has three more days to go. He knows it's going to be a long wait to go home and see the Maine Coon, but he'll have to wait seeing as he has no choice.

Everlasting, please make this go fast, Skimble begs when suddenly he hears Lyon's voice again and knows that this prayer won't be answered soon enough...

-LINE-

"Skimble! Skimble! SKIMBLE!"

"WHAT?!" the formerly sleeping tom roars, glass-green eyes rimmed with red, making Lyon jump away. "What is it that you could possibly want at five o'clock in the morning when you know I have had only thirty minutes of sleep?!"

"Um... I was... I was wondering if you'd allow me to sleep in this cart with you..."

"Why?" Skimble demands before realizing that he's shifting from food to foot and unable to meet the older tom's gaze. He realizes that, though Lyon is about Jenny's age, he never really grew up nor had anyone to guide him and the closest one that came to guiding him was... Skimble. "Nightmares?"

Lyon reluctantly nods.

"Fine," Skimble yawns, laying his head down and then he feels a warm body press against his back and looks back at the black and gray calico curled beside him. He realizes how... tiny the tom is and sighs. He knows that Lyon's clingy... but he never knew that also applied to Skimble as an older brother figure. "Goodnight Lyon."

"G'night," Lyon mutters back.

-LINE-

"How does your song go?" Lyon asks as Skimble rests for one of his breaks.

Skimble's ears prick. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because..."

"Uh-huh... well, I prefer not to sing it," he says, eyeing the queens present that always beg for him to do the song and dance (though it's for one part 'I've been busy in the luggage van!' since he lifts his leg). "I'll go back to work now."

Lyon sulks, disappointed before he perks and follows Skimble. "Hey, Skimble... what's it like at the junkyard?"

"Quite fine, cozy even... why?"

"Just wondering..."

"Why acting so kittenish?"

Lyon straightens up and shakes his head. "I'm not acting kittenish."

"Uh-huh..." Skimble mutters, glancing back at the tom before catching a fallen suitcase and putting it back where it belongs, making sure it's secure. "Why all the interest in my home all of a sudden? I thought Ireland was so grand, you'd go back first chance you got?"

Lyon shakes his head. "No reason... Well, besides that pretty sister of yours. I bet she's a fine thing in bed and she'll make a pretty little trophy mate when I capture her affections."

Now he's talking about Jennyanydots. Skimbleshanks breathes in slowly... breathes out slowly... turns around slowly... grabs Lyon's scruff quickly... and quickly throws him into the cage... with a peke... that's in heat.

"NO! SKIMBLE, LET ME OUT!" Lyon begs, rattling the bars before the peke grabs his scruff. "GET OFFA ME YA DIRTY PEKE! SKIMBLE!"

Skimbleshanks has never been happier about a ruckus on his train in his life and the passengers and workers give him funny looks as he exits the section with all the noise with a pep to his step and a merry tune in the back of his throat. This, to the passengers and especially the workers, is odd behavior because they'd normally see Skimble racing towards the noise and putting a cease to it, not start it and then walk away so... so merrily afterwards. After the screaming stops Skimble goes back and lets out the tom.

"Hope you don't have kittens... or is it pups?" Skimble says with a smirk before he didges a swipe.

"Damn it! Luckily that stupid peke didn't know what the hell he was doing, but, damn you, you're washing this stuff off my back!"

Skimble shanks his head. "I'm not licking that off of you. Besides, you earned it. You will never bring up my sister like that otherwise it's going to be with a peke that knows what he's going... or perhaps a pollicle instead? I hear they're real rough."

"Good heavens! What happened to Lion?" a guard asks before reluctantly picking him up. "I guess it's time for a bath... do you know what happened in there that made Skimble so happy?"

"Don't bring it up!" Lyon hisses.

-LINE-

"FINALLY!" Skimblehanks and Lyon yell upon seeing Carlilsle Station and jump off as soon as the train slows enough for them to leap off. During the journey Lyon would annoy Skimble, Skimble would throw him in a cage, and then Lyon would end up peacefully curled at Skimble's side at the end of the night, and then it would repeat. Neither cat was happy about any of this except for the truce at the end, but still, it was absolutely terrible for both parties. "Never again will I do that!"

Skimble doesn't even bother staying to finish his job, wanting to be as far away from Lyon as possible and get to his tomfriend as soon as possible. He streaks through the streets until he gets to the junnkyard and it's unusually quiet. The air's heavy and he walks through the junkyard until he gets to where most of the cats are gathered and he looks around for Tugger before he frowns. Tugger should've been at the front gate, but Skimble can understand the Maine Coon being occupied... but he's nowhere to be seen. Everyone's sulking and he notices Mistoffelees isn't there either, and should be because he had said he'd be back by the time Skimble was... so odd.

"J-Jen!" Skimble calls, running to his sister who's brown eyes are full of sadness and pity. "What's happened?"

"Mistoffelees was captured by Macavity... and Tugger was nabbed the next night protecting Victoria and Jemima..."

Skimble's heart roars in his ears and his chest aches. Tugger's been captured by the one that's the cause of his nightmares... by the one that tortures and kills every single prisoner and Skimble wasn't here to protect him. He shakes his head. "No..."

HAT: Funny in the beginning, depressing in the very end... and a cliffhanger. Sorry I had to do that, but you should be fine... I noticed that I have a lot of '...''s, but who cares? Hope you enjoyed!

Lyon: When you said you'd have a chapter with me in it... I DIDN'T EXPECT TO BE RAPED BY A PEKE!

HAT: You weren't raped... you were humped, there's a huge difference.

Lyon: *eye twitches* ... I need a drink. *stalks off.

HAT: Okay... REVIEW PRETTY PLEASE WITH BACON ON TOP!