Disclaimer: I do not own CATS or any of the characters/songs associated with it. They are the property of T.S. Eliot, Andrew Lloyd Webber, and the Really Useful Group. I however own little Jemeerle (Jem-eer-la ).
Author's note:Because I had some reviews saying this didn't seem like it was finished, I'm altering it so in fact, the oneshot fic is now going to become a full fan fiction. And PLEASE NO MORE NIT-PICKING ABOUT THE KITTEN'S NAME.

Chapter Three
Memory

The death of the Mystery Cat was a bombshell to many, including his own Hench-Cats. The Rum Tum Tugger stepped out of his hiding place among the Junkyard Junk piles. He cleared his through, looking around. He saw Bombalurina, and despite feeling awfully bitter about the secret she kept, he moved to her. She was obviously scared and in need of comfort. He knelt down beside and wrapped his arms around her lovingly gently. Bombalurina immediately buried her face into his mane, she clutched the long fur in her claws as she soaked it, weeping. The Tugger looked up at Jemima and Jemeerle; he spoke soft words

"Even the Magical Mr. Mistoffelees had not the power to do what you just did Jemeerle."

Jemeerle looked up from her mother's embrace, she was panting softly. She nodded her head to the Maine Coon. She looked up into the night sky. Here eyes sparkled with unshed tears, as she tore her gaze away from the Midnight sky to once again gaze upon the Rum Tum Tugger.

" I didn't do it alone"

" Of course not… you had your mother Jemima to help you"

Jemeerle shook her head in disagreement.

" I did not mean my mother. I meant my father. He guided me."

Tugger's eyes widened. He was surprised to say the least. Jemeerle's gaze was once again in the stars. They would have to start calling her Jemeerle the Starlight Cat at this rate.

"How do you know Jemeerle ?"

"He promised to watch over us, and guide her…"

Jemima choked out, she too was looking up into the stars. Bombalurina looked at her daughter, Jemima, and her granddaughter Jemeerle. She looked at them oddly, but slowly followed their gaze up. She gasped and tightened her grip on The Rum Tum Tugger, she pointed up. Tugger as well looked up, and gasped, for there in the stars were Quaxo Mistoffelees' bright amber eyes looking down lovingly at them all. Spelt out in shimmering stars, was a simple verse.

Oh well, I never !

Did you ever

Know a cat so clever as

Magical Mr. Mistoffelees ?

It was a surprise to all the Jellicles that read it, except Jemima and Jemeerle. In their hearts, they had always known he was watching over them.

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Another year had passed, and the Junkyard was safe from the threat of Macavity, or his Hench-cats, in truth several of them had even joined the Jellicles, like Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer had. They were still fairly not trusted, but they were adjusting to the life out of the employment of the Mystery Cat. Jemima, since that fate filled night, had slowly started to degenerate. It was a worry to all of the other Jellicles, even the new ones.

Her duty was done, her kitten was raised, and was old enough to have kittens of her own. Jemeerle had indeed found a mate in Jerrico, the son of Mungojerrie and Etcetera.

The Moonlight Cat sighed as she watched Jerrico and Jemeerle play together and nuzzle. Jemeerle was now the age that Jemima had been when she lost Quaxo. She looked away, looking up into the sky sadly. The Jellicle Ball was in just a few days, and she half hoped it was going to be her going to the Heaviside Layer. No one needed her anymore, and she desperately wanted to See Quaxo…she never even had a proper Goodbye… She'd give anything to have one last moment with him, one last touch of his hand, one last goodbye.

The night of Jellicle Ball flew by, and each Jellicle sang why they should not be going to the Heaviside Layer that night. Not Jemima…she sang why she should be going, as Grizabella had those years ago…those years ago when Quaxo Mistoffelees was still living…and first revealed to be a Magician. So many years ago, so many memories ago. She could scarce remember what Quaxo Mistoffelees even looked like, and that broke her heart further. She wanted to cry when she realized she could no longer remember the sound of his soft voice in her ear, and when she realized she couldn't automatically recall his face into her mind. But it had been 4 years since his death, and to a cat that was a long time. She'd lived a long enough life. She may only be middle aged, not even, but it pained her too much. She stayed true to her vow, she'd borne no more kittens, though she had suitors lining up wanting to be her mate, wanting to love her, and have her love them back, even some of the former Hench-Cats wanted a chance at a real life, with Jemima. But she brushed them off, all of them. She would never break her promise to Quaxo, and if by some chance that she did, and bore another kitten, the father may love her, but she would never love them. He heart was given to the Original Conjuring Cat, even after his death. If by some chance of fate she had another kitten, she would feel empty after that, and she knew it, and it was hard to say if Quaxo would look after their family after that. Would he of turned his back on them, and let life take them down the road it wanted ? Would he of still kept them going down the path to happiness?

Jemeerle's eyes filled with tears, as she saw her mother's fading form sitting with the other Jellicles, though slightly removed. She wanted nearly no contact with anyone else, she was becoming more and more like her own grandmother every day; like Grizabella. Jemeerle finally knew what had to happen. They had to let the Moonlight Cat go to the stars. Sadly she stood up, her voice, bright and clear

Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Jemima looked up at her, her tears falling down her cheeks, as she watched her daughter. The tears were streaming down Jemeerle's cheeks as well; she knew she was going to lose her mother to the stars tonight. Jemima slowly stood up and took a deep breath. Since the song was last heard, Jemima's voice had changed slightly with age, taking on a more haunting rhythm.

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

Look
A new day has begun

Jemeerle sang for a time in harmony with her mother, but slowly let her voice fade out as she laid down on top of the old car roof. The Jellicles watched with sad hearts as the Moonlight Cat wanted nothing more than to go to the Heaviside Layer.

Munkustrap looked up to his aged father, Old Deuteronomy, who by some miracle, was still here. The Jellicle Leader nodded and Munkustrap understood. All the Jellicles, young and old moved to their feet as the Jellicle Leader moved his way, albeit slowly, through the crowd. It made his heart ache, seeing Jemima so removed from the world around her. To watch her every year turn her face to the night sky and silently wish that Quaxo could be returned to the Jellicle Tribe, had hurt enough. But this year was worse, this year he had to watch as she sang of who she should be the one to go… She no longer wished for Quaxo to come to her, she wished more than anything to go to him. She had raised their kitten as she promised, he could therefore not deny her her mate any longer.

Old Deuteronomy sadly put his arm around Jemima's shoulders and took her hand in his. She looked up at him, her tears running. He smiled down at her sadly. She broke out into a relieved grin and buried her face into his long, slightly ragged fur and sobbed softly. The tribe softly sang her departure melody as Deuteronomy took her up onto the old, rotting jeep tire. As the tire started to rise up, the clouds parted and a paw, black and white, and wreathed in stars came down and rested before her. She looked nervously at it, then to Jemeerle, who was crying, but smiling, and lastly to Old Deuteronomy, the Jellicle Leader.

"Don't be afraid Jemima"

" Will it hurt ?"

" No…you will feel no pain. Now go, your mate waits for you."

She nodded and took a deep breath. She stepped into the paw of the Everlasting Cat and crouched own as the paw lightly closed around her, and lifted her up into the sky.

The Jellicles wept that night for the loss of the Moonlight Cat…

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Jemima had closed her eyes and let the Everlasting Cat take her up to the Heaviside Layer. She trembled in fear, this was what she had wanted, but now that it had happened, she was terrified of it. She felt the paw let go of her and she remained with eyes closed in terror. She heard her mother's voice, JennyAnyDots behind her, and felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Jemima…don't be frightened. You are safe here…"

Jemima opened her eyes and looked up at JennyAnyDots, her tears fell and she hugged her mother tightly.

" Now, now Jemima…there is someone here waiting for you…"

JennyAnyDots rubbed her ears and let go of her adopted daughter. She nodded in the direction behind Jemima.

Slowly, almost frightened, the Moonlight Cat turned around, finally seeing the Heaviside layer for what it was. The floor was made up of the softest clouds, yet it was solid, it sparkled with starts, and the moon… the moon was so close you could almost touch it. Jemima turned slightly, away from the moon and looked up head of her. There was the form of another cat standing up head of her. He was black, all black. She held her breath in realization. She slowly walked forward, part way to him, he turned around. Quaxo Mistoffelees. He smiled brightly at her and took her paw and pulled her closer, gently.

" I've been waiting for you Jemi…"

He smiled, Everlasting Cat he had not aged a day, yet she had grown older and had a few grey hairs…She looked away, embarrassed at how old she was. He smiled and laid his paw on her face.

"Beautiful as always"

Jemima realized she was young again, and turned back to Quaxo. The ache of 4 years without him took hold and she hugged him, meeting him in a loving kiss…

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