HELLO AGAIN! It's been ages since an update and I am truly sorry :( There are no excuses except for my thing for writing has died a bit (I am currently working on a new CATS story to try to get back in the mood. *What kind of story, Crazy?* Well! It might be angsty... just sayin) and have taken up video making! I have 3 so far and am quite pleased with 2.5 of them ;)

Anywho, just so you know, there are two parts to this chapter. It would have been too long and I'm not quite done the second part so I decided that enough was enough!

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He stared down at the sleeping tux in his arms, was it really over for him? Tugger sat across from them with a sombre and expectant stare, he gaged the tabby's reaction cautiously as he admitted the night's occurrences. Needless to say the tabby's wasn't all too happy.

"What am I going to do, Tug?" Munkustrap asked looking at the unusually quiet tom. His deep emerald eyes swam with oceans of misery, he hated not being able to save the tux. He was the Jellicle protector, it was his job to make sure everyone was safe! Well look at the fantastic job I've been doing so far.

"I don't know, Munkustrap," the coon replied honestly, he suppressed the urge to comfort the other tom when his expression only grew more desperate. He looked down at the still sleeping tux, he seemed to be doing a lot of that: sleeping. He had been shifted to rest like a newborn kit in its mother's arms, though since he was bigger than a newborn kitten he sat half in Munkustrap's lap while his upper body was being cradled. It was sad to see the tux revert to old, kittenish tendencies that he had seemed to just get over."I guess the best thing we can do is keep an eye on him and make sure this doesn't happen again."

"But we were watching him when this all happened!" The tabby stopped himself quickly when the small tom stirred in his arms, falling back into a comfortable position and becoming silent. He carried on in a softer voice. "Not to mention you were right there when he jumped; he's obviously desperate."

The golden tom thought intently for a few seconds. "But I don't think he's going to try again," he offered thoughtfully as he remembered Quaxo's reaction to the whole incident at the time.

"But I don't want to take any chances," he snapped. Luck isn't something that stays with you, the incident on the junk pile was far too lucky and Quaxo's chances of being miraculously saved again is slim to none.

Tugger scowled at the sharp edge in his brother's voice. He could understand that he was a bit touchy; he was too for, in case anyone forgot, he was the one who had to pull the suicidal wreck up the pile. "Then what do you think we should do?"

"Well, we could have someone on constant watch-"

"Like we haven't been?" A pressing silence exploded between them, both trying to come up with a solution to the immediate crisis but none finding the answer they needed. "Wait. I have an idea..."

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"Sooo, he wants us ta do whaa?" The calico queen kicked a bottle cap as she walked along, her brother walking beside her solemnly.

"He wants us teh watch Quaxo an see wha' happens," he replied with a bitter tone. "I think 'e can giv' us somethin betta teh do than some babysi'in!" The queen looked up from her petty game and stared quizzically at her brother.

"Is dis abou' those otha 'nappers Rohma an Seejayn gettin our heist?" He looked up to stare evenly at her, the agitation clear on his face quickly dissolved to a whimsical dream-like calm.

"Jus' think, Teazer! We coulda kept haf da loot and still make de boss 'appy!" He let his mind wander to the elaborately designed, ivory coloured house that they were so rudely denied by their employer; even if they were the best for the job. "But no! Dat little brat has to come in an make everythin complicated for us. An whas worse is dat we had been workin for Macavity since before 'e an Victoria was borned, an he still treats us like we's nothin!" He huffed angrily as he kicked a burnt notebook, sending a flurry of black flecks into the dead wind.

"Jealous?" she quipped, nudging his side playfully. His stare snapped viciously at her and causing her paw to recoil in hesitation.

"I aint jealous! I jus find it not fair tha' his dumb kit gets moar attention than we do. He don' even like 'em that much anyways so why's'it our problem?"

"Ey, if wha 'appened to him is wha moar attention gets us then count me out! I don need dat kinda drama," Rumpleteazer pointed out. She leaned against an old milk crate that still had a couple sour empties lying inside; Mungojerrie sat on a busted bean chair heavily across from her.

"Ya know... I think he was askin for it. Macavity don't like him dat much, an all that dancin around and flashy lights is just beggin to catch the big cat's attention!-" he became excited as his whole theory unfolded itself as he went on.

Rumpleteazer frowned at the thought; Quaxo had been a friend of hers since she first joined her brother's team. They played in the warehouse as young kittens; searching for new secret hideouts and scavenging for any leftover scraps of food or interesting objects some henchcats left lying around. "Jerrie, I thinks ya might be pushin it a bit?-"

Before she had been given time to finish, the loud screech of scrap and rusted metal pierced the air. They both looked to see a very guilty, and not to mention startled, cat who stared at them with wide, confused eyes. "Oh my!" Rumpleteazer whispered softly.

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"I don't know, Munk..." Quaxo looked up from his nest of blankets at the sober tabby. "...I don't really like this." The two brothers exchanged glances, this wasn't a very good idea but it's the best they could come up with.

"Please try, Quaxo. We just want to make sure you'll be Okay." The small tux averted his eyes in shame, not that he was really making eye contact to begin with (it made most social interactions awkward for him and probably made the other cat feel obligated to try to empathize). He and Munkustrap had a discussion about the incident, it was very emotional for both of them but they had made amends which was a relief for the tux.

Tugger decided to fill the empty silence with a humourous, "Are we gonna get this show on the road or what?" Surprisingly making the whole situation a bit more normal. His throat pulled tight when the Maine coon had finished the knot around his waist with a tight pull, the brown rope trailing a few feet up to the bit in Munkustrap's hand.

"Aw, c'mon! I don't bite," the Tugger laughed as he made a small biting motion in the tux's direction, oddly not making him feel better.

"What if I have to use the bathroom? Or Tugger catches on fire and I have to get away?"

The flirt coughed uneasily and gave a light chuckle. "Morbid."

"I'm sure you and Tugger can work out bathroom arrangements, and I guess you would have more incentive to put him out if he was attached to you." Again, he waved the end of the rope towards the still skeptical kit. The tux gave a great sigh before he reluctantly unraveled his sky-blue nest.

When Munkustrap had finished tying the simple yet sturdy knot around Quaxo's waist he nodded in satisfaction. Quaxo looked between himself and the considerably taller coon and snorted distastefully."This looks ridiculous!" Tugger shook his head disbelievingly before stealing a glance at the two in the mirror; when the tux was right he was right.

"I know, but it's only for a short while. I just want to make sure you're safe," the tabby consoled warmly. A small smile crept onto the tux's face at the kind cat's thoughtfulness before examining the rope anew. "I would be just as safe if Tugger just stood by me-"

"But now you can't pull me around and get away," Tugger chimed from his place in front of the mirror. He frowned in effort as he tried to incorporate the plain rope with his silver belt; he smiled when the chord was hidden by the accessory but it quickly faded when Quaxo gave the binding string a hard tug, undoing the coon's efforts. He stuck his tongue out begrudgingly at the kitten who returned the offer with a cheeky smile.

So! Is Misto going to try something with Tugger on his a$$ (Didn't stop him last time xD), Who interrupted Rumple and Mungo? WILL TUGGER CATCH FIRE! Tune in next time on *Young and the Restless theme song* Shattered.

Man, I should be a television announcer!

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