Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with CATS. It all belongs to the
amazingly talented Andrew Lloyd
Webber. Hell, even the title isn't mine. My friend
gave it to me. Hehe....
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my story titled "Can I Dwell on the Past or Must I go On?" If you haven't read it yet, you should. It will help you understand this story a bit better. But, be warned, you may need a tissue. P.S - This story is from Tugger's POV. P.S.S - This is dedicated to my friend Kyla, cuz she made me write it so Misto can say "Tugger! Be alive!"
Now You're Here and I'll be with You
Chapter Two - Returning
The Jellicles were running around, preparing for the biggest event of the year; the Jellicle Ball.
Misto wasn't very happy, neither was I to see him so upset. Everyone tried to lighten him up, and he finally agreed.
I would've loved to watch more, but the Everlasting Cat requested my presence.
"Yes?" I asked?
"I am sending you back to your junkyard... alive. But only for the Ball." The Everlasting Cat replied.
After I got over my shock, I had to ask why I was being granted that honor.
It turned out that she wanted me to be sent up to Heaviside in a proper way.
Before I could say my thanks, I hit hard ground with a loud "OOF!" Then, glaring upwards, I shouted, "Geez, thanks for the soft landing! Couldn't even give me a classy entrance..." That was when I noticed all, and I mean all, of the Jellicles staring at me with wide eyes. Giving a meek wave, and using a squeaky nervous voice, I said, "Hi."
Munkustrap came over, shortly followed by Old D, my dad.
"T-Tugger?" Munk blinked and kept his eyes on me.
Smirking, I addressed my older brother. "What's the matter, Munk? Don't you like seeing your brother?" When Munkustrap blinked in response, I continued. "Geez, cat. You look like you've seen a ghost."
That was when the grey tabby snapped out of his shock. "I have seen a ghost! And I'm still looking at him!"
"Really?" I looked around. "You must be hallucinating, brother of mine, for I see no ghost."
"You idiot! You're the ghost! You're dead!"
I shook my head and stood up. "Aux Contraire. I'm not a ghost, you can't see or go through me. And I'm not dead, for I need to breath." I smirked seeing that Munk couldn't reply.
Then my brother turned around, and nodded to someone how moved forward.
I blinked before smiling and nearly crying for there stood my love; he was near tears as well.
I walked over to him and hugged him, completely ignoring the stares of other cats. My father was approaching so I kissed Misto on the head then turned to the Jellicle leader.
"Tugger," he began, "it's not that I'm not thrilled to see you, because I am, really. But, why are you back? And for how long?"
"Well, father, I'm only back for the Ball. The Everlasting Cat wants me to have a proper sending to Heaviside."
Munk stepped in again. "Not to be rude, but what happens if you die before the sending to Heaviside?"
"Well. uh. I guess I'll just go back." I shrugged but smiled. "But anyways, I doubt that will happen."
And, for some unknown reason, I pulled Misto closer and tightened my grasp on him. I guess it was some sort of security thing that my body made do.
"Well," my grey-tabby always had a knack for ruining wonderful moments, "the Jellicle Ball should begin. If we postpone it for too long, the Heaviside ceremony will not be proper."
Jellicle cats dispersed to different places of the junkyard and the Jellicle Ball began.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my story titled "Can I Dwell on the Past or Must I go On?" If you haven't read it yet, you should. It will help you understand this story a bit better. But, be warned, you may need a tissue. P.S - This story is from Tugger's POV. P.S.S - This is dedicated to my friend Kyla, cuz she made me write it so Misto can say "Tugger! Be alive!"
Now You're Here and I'll be with You
Chapter Two - Returning
The Jellicles were running around, preparing for the biggest event of the year; the Jellicle Ball.
Misto wasn't very happy, neither was I to see him so upset. Everyone tried to lighten him up, and he finally agreed.
I would've loved to watch more, but the Everlasting Cat requested my presence.
"Yes?" I asked?
"I am sending you back to your junkyard... alive. But only for the Ball." The Everlasting Cat replied.
After I got over my shock, I had to ask why I was being granted that honor.
It turned out that she wanted me to be sent up to Heaviside in a proper way.
Before I could say my thanks, I hit hard ground with a loud "OOF!" Then, glaring upwards, I shouted, "Geez, thanks for the soft landing! Couldn't even give me a classy entrance..." That was when I noticed all, and I mean all, of the Jellicles staring at me with wide eyes. Giving a meek wave, and using a squeaky nervous voice, I said, "Hi."
Munkustrap came over, shortly followed by Old D, my dad.
"T-Tugger?" Munk blinked and kept his eyes on me.
Smirking, I addressed my older brother. "What's the matter, Munk? Don't you like seeing your brother?" When Munkustrap blinked in response, I continued. "Geez, cat. You look like you've seen a ghost."
That was when the grey tabby snapped out of his shock. "I have seen a ghost! And I'm still looking at him!"
"Really?" I looked around. "You must be hallucinating, brother of mine, for I see no ghost."
"You idiot! You're the ghost! You're dead!"
I shook my head and stood up. "Aux Contraire. I'm not a ghost, you can't see or go through me. And I'm not dead, for I need to breath." I smirked seeing that Munk couldn't reply.
Then my brother turned around, and nodded to someone how moved forward.
I blinked before smiling and nearly crying for there stood my love; he was near tears as well.
I walked over to him and hugged him, completely ignoring the stares of other cats. My father was approaching so I kissed Misto on the head then turned to the Jellicle leader.
"Tugger," he began, "it's not that I'm not thrilled to see you, because I am, really. But, why are you back? And for how long?"
"Well, father, I'm only back for the Ball. The Everlasting Cat wants me to have a proper sending to Heaviside."
Munk stepped in again. "Not to be rude, but what happens if you die before the sending to Heaviside?"
"Well. uh. I guess I'll just go back." I shrugged but smiled. "But anyways, I doubt that will happen."
And, for some unknown reason, I pulled Misto closer and tightened my grasp on him. I guess it was some sort of security thing that my body made do.
"Well," my grey-tabby always had a knack for ruining wonderful moments, "the Jellicle Ball should begin. If we postpone it for too long, the Heaviside ceremony will not be proper."
Jellicle cats dispersed to different places of the junkyard and the Jellicle Ball began.