HAT: Since I felt generous and extra inspired, here's the next chapter! And... hehehe, if you haven't read the main one (Tugger's POV) then you don't know what I've done... Sorry newcomers for your shocks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing besides the plot and OCs because if I did own Cats, there would be more explosions.
Skimble sighs lightly as he supports his tomfriend in going to Mistoffelees' room. The Maine Coon he now supports managed to talk him into this against his little sister, Jennyanydots', orders and now he risks getting his head bitten off, but he can handle her (depending on the timing) and it's well worth it if Tugger can gain some peace from this visit. They enter the room and Skimbleshanks' heart breaks at the sight before him. The black and white adolescent is curled in a corner, knees hugged to his chest, and crying his dark eyes out. Another reason to never forgive Macavity for his crimes. Tugger moves forward, letting go of the one supporting him and immediately at his baby brother's side. At first Mistoffelees looks scared and confused before he looks hopeful.
"T-Tugger?"
"Yeah, kit, it's me," Tugger says fondly, reaching forward, but his brother flinches.
"Tell me something only Tugger would know," the black and white adolescent hisses.
Skimble leaves, knowing the two need some time alone together. He sighs and looks up at the ceiling as his back slides down on the wall and he gets in a sitting position. He thinks of Macavity and all that he's done, but he can't help... he can't help but still care and wonder if there's a chance to save him. He shakes his head and remembers the lesson. It's impossible to bring Macavity back, he's too far gone and Skimble can't do anything about it, no cat with his type of magic can. He shakes his head again, trying to rid such thoughts before they plague his mind once again like in his youth back when Macavity was still good and getting worse.
STOP! he mentally roars at himself, his glass-green eyes glowing slightly before they go back to normal. His third name bubbles in his chest and he gets a feeling in the back of his mind that he can go back into the room and he listens inside and no longer hears crying. He rises from his place on the ground and enters the room to see Tugger holding his sleeping little brother. Skimble moves forward and gently takes the tux and places him in the bed before getting the amber eyed tom and going into the hall.
The thieves, Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer, run past the two to Mistoffelee's room, Rumpelteazer pulling quickly in front of her brother. Skimble's ears prick with interest and he smells a hint of tears, most likely from Rumpelteazer. He knows of her crush on the magical cat, seeing as she came to him (granted jenny was at her human's house, and she needed it immediately off her chest and Skimble was literally the first cat she saw) and he thinks the two would be happy together. Though he'll have to have a talk with Mistoffelees when he gets the chance, after all he was the one that found her and her brother and brought them to the junkyard, so he has some sort of parental control, not only that but they look like-
His train of thought's broken when he and Tugger hear more feet and see kits rushing in. Tugger groans and Skimble, after much difficulty with the stubborn kits (especially Etcetera, Tugger's biggest fan (and also the biggest fan of Skimble and Tugger's relationship)), has them all leave and tells them to come back when Jenny allows them to (most of them came in after the duo and Jenny left to gather extra herbs).
"You should get some rest," Skimble advises.
"I don't-"
"Lad, if you don't help yourself then how're you to help others?"
Amber eyes look into glass-green eyes before the maned cat sighs. "Alright... but..."
Skimble knows that tone and nods as he helps Tugger into bed. "I know."
The curious cat lies on his good side and though the railway cat knows what he's going to do he crouches beside the beg, his finger tracing the lines on the other tom's face, his glass-green eyes taking in the sight of his tomfriend again. He tries to tell Tugger all he needs to know with his eyes: how scared and worried he was, and how much he loves him. The younger tom presses his lips to his tomfriend's and entangles his fingers in his soft head fur. It never ceases to amaze the Railway Cat how delicious this tom's lips taste.
"Mm... more later, for now you need rest," the marmalade cat whispers, curling in the bed with him, knowing that the former queenizer needs his rest.
"Goodnight," Tugger mumbles.
"Night."
-LINE!... AKA A LITTLE BIT OF A MAJOR TIME SKIP-
Skimble rubs his temples, Lyon having followed him halfway to the junkyard before they neared the pound where dogs were yapping away. Lyon, obviously remembering the experiences on the train, quickly took off and Skimble finally was alone to walk the rest of the way to his home. He smiles at the thought of seeing Tugger after a long day of dealing with the annoying Irish tom. He walks and freezes, his heart breaking and glass-green eyes wanting to fill with tears at the sight before him.
Tugger kissing Bombalurina's tomfriend, Jasper, with his paw fisted around the smaller tom's scruff, making Jasper kiss him. Tugger rips the tom away from himself and yells, "What the hell?!"
As Tugger turns in his direction Skimble turns and runs off, unable to look at him. Skimble can't fathom how Tugger, after all they'd been through, would do this to him. Maybe, to Tugger, it was a game within a game, to drag Skimble in and then break his heart, but whatever it is, he's heartbroken and angry with himself for falling for it!
I should've known, he thinks angrily.
HAT: Yeah... well, cliffhanger for a little while, I suppose!
Tugger: *shakes head* Damn... review.
