I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update! My summer courses are ending, so there's a lot of work there, and I got caught up... well, I started writing a songfic for the (amazing) song Mad World by Tears for Fears (I don't think any other version does it justice), but it got... complicated. So now I have an unfinished 6000+ word oneshot that may or may not be usable.

But-ANYWAY-here it is! I have lost most of my plot ideas, soooo... any ideas? Ha-hah. :) please?

Disclaimed-I own nothing.

Regret isn't a fun feeling to have. It isn't like joy, or elation, happiness or excitement. It's a grumbly feeling in your stomach, almost as bad as guilt.

It's especially bad if you've recently puked on someone. Because then your stomach already feels bad, and then... yeah. Not fun.

I was in Tall One's arms, watching Church as he paced in front of the door. I felt suddenly guilty-I should have said something too him earlier, until waiting until now.

Because, apparently, we were going home.

How strange was it that earlier I'd been desperate to go home, but now I was... now, the very feeling of going home-and therefore leaving Church, made me sad and... depressed.

Tall One was talking to Quiet One, and I was still staring mournfully at Church. I wanted to say something, but... what could I say? That the time I'd spent with him was the most fun I'd had in my life? That he was the best cuddler ever? That... everything was absolutely perfect when I was with him? That I never, ever wanted to leave?

But what would it matter?

I was leaving (forever) anyway.

But still, when Tall One set me down, I dashed over to Church and practically tackled him. Actually, scratch that, I did tackle him.

"Me-OW!" he yelped as I jumped on him.

"Imma gonna miss you Church." I whined, nuzzling into his side.

"I will miss you too Meow." he said stoically, or at least as stoically as a cat who was on the ground being nuzzled to death by a tiny cat.

"I'll really, really, really miss you." I said, pulling back from him.

Tall One lifted me up again then, tucking me into his jacket. I squirmed up to sit on his shoulder and looked back on Church as we left.

"I-I'll find you-I promise!" Church yelled, his face a mask of desperation, but I only caught it for a second before the door swung shut behind us.

I squirmed into Tall One's pocket (they were big and I was small) and hid my face until we got home. The journey was rough and bouncy, and loud as well. I'd missed most of it on the way there, and I almost felt bad about missing it again... almost.

I was placed lovingly on the couch, and Tall One went to make food, singing loudly and badly. I missed Church already, but I decided to try and fake it. I found my favorite toys-my sparkle mouse, my socks, even my squeaky toy... but none of them held any allure for me.

I tried slipping into Tall One's room and looking for stray clothing, but, despite the several promising pieces I found, I wasn't motivated enough to actually do anything with them. So I kicked them into a pile. And, because I was feeling helpful, I dragged Tall One's lost green shoe out from underneath the dresser where I'd hidden it.

Tall One came in then, happy because 'he'd found his shoe', and he fed me. He seemed to be happy enough-probably because we'd just come back from seeing Quiet One (...and Church, although I didn't think that Tall One was really happy because of Church).

...could that place be where Tall One goes when he goes to see Quiet One?

If it was... maybe I'd tag along sometimes? Maybe...maybe... maybe I'd get to see Church! And Church wouldn't have to make good on his (extremely vague) promise to... what was it?

Find me. Somehow.

Not that I really expected him to be able to make good on that promise. I mean... we lived quite a while wy from each other. And... Tall One had turned a lot. A lot. The thought of Church... wandering around... just looking for me...

I may not have understood everything (or actually... pretty much anything) that I was feeling right then... but I was fiercely protective of Church... and therefore opposed to having him wandering the dangerous streets just... just... to see me.

Church was my best friend, and so much more. I loved him as much as I loved Tall One... maybe a little bit more...? But that was wrong... Tall One had rescued me. Tall One fed me, and cuddled me, and... he'd brought me so many wonderful pets... but... I couldn't deny it.

I loved Church.

A lot.

A scary lot. It was scarier than being alone during a loud thunderstorm. I don't like being scared-I mean, who does, but... despite my colorful and imaginative ways of dancing around it... I was abnormally small. Even though I ate more than my share, I was still less than half of Church's size. So I was kind of scared of a lot of things. Like thunder.

Or the sucking thing. Tall One used it quite a few times, and it usually sucked up the things I spilled. I hid in the closet, usually... but this one time, it had started sucking up Tall One. Well, his pants (they were ridiculously long), but I was so afraid for him that I'd leapt out and attacked it...

Loving Church was scary like that. It was scary, but... I liked this feeling. It was nice and sweet and cuddly. It was a cuddly feeling. It made me smile, even though I probably looked like an idiot, standing by my food bowl, grinning widely.

I made my way to the living room, leaping onto the couch. That was one thing I'd missed... the other place had been so dark and depressing. Here-home-was light and comfortable, there were always plenty of pillows to lay on, and wrestle with.

And Tall One had given me my own corner of the living room-where he'd piled cushions, and there was my toys and even a special scratching post. I hid things there-it was my Very Special Place. I wished that Church was there, so I could show him my Very Special Place.

I would show him my sparkly mouse... and my socks... I sighed and rolled over onto my back, kicking at the air. I would just have to wait... wait until Tall One left again, and I'd hide in his... his what? I could try his pocket, but he would no doubt feel the weight.

Well... I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.

Tall One picked me up and snuggled me, making me feel cuddled and loved and...guilty gor thinking only of Church. I should be happy-very, very happy-that I was home. With my Tall One.

I loved my Tall One. He was mine. Just mine, only mine.

But, all too soon, Tall One put me down. Admittedly it had been quite a while, and he had a reason. The stupid doorbell was ringing. I hoped Tall One would shut it up and come back to snuggle more with me.

It was a man with a big box, which excited me (almost more than snuggles), because... well. It was a box. And I was a cat. Boxes were fun, especially for a cat.

So when Tall One put the box down and turned to sign something the man was holding, I thought that this was it.

This was my welcome home present-a box. That may sound like I'm being choosy, but I mean that in the best sense of the word. It was a BOX! But as I sniffed the box, something else made me turn. A voice.

A voice that was... smooth and cool and unaffected. A voice that made my heart speed up because I must be imagining it... or was I? Could he really be... here?

I turned, and there he was... smooth blue-ish fur smooth over a slim, lean body, yellow eyes searching mine, seeking... something. I wasn't sure what.

"I told you I'd find you."

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