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 Five
Let The Memory Live Again

She groaned quietly to herself, her eyes yet closed. Somewhere over her she smelt the scent of ginger and ice. He brow creased when she smelt it. She ignored it and kept her eyes closed. Her heart was racing quickly, she didn't want to open her eyes, for fear. She felt a hand on her shoulder, it was gentle and light upon her. However she felt it shake her gently, followed by a soft tenor voice.

"Jemima…Jemima wake up."

She groaned, furrowing her brow further. She scrunched her eyes shut tighter, but when the tomcat insisted, she sighed and opened her eyes. She fought to focus the blur above her, as her eyes were still laden with sleep. Fighting for her eyes to focus, she finally made sense of the colored blur above her. Her eyes widened in surprise and she gasped

"Quaxo!"

She quickly rolled and sat up to see him. She reached a shaky hand, slowly out to him. She touched his white cheek slowly. He purred and turned his face into her hand. He nuzzled her fingers and looked at her slightly oddly, wondering what the sudden surprise in seeing him was about.

" Are…are you real? Are you here, with me?"

Jemima looked at him, with sad, yet hope filled eyes. Pleading eyes. Quaxo laid his hand over her's on his cheek and gently removed it. He held her hand and squeezed it gently.

"Of course I'm here Jemima…why wouldn't I be ?"

He raised his silver eyebrow and tilted his head, looking at her peculiarly.

"Because you -- Macavity -- Jemeerle -- Heaviside Layer --"

"Shhhhh Jemi…you'll wake Jemeerle…"

Quaxo nodded his head to the right, to the mattress in the nest in the back of the old pipe that was in the Jellicle Junkyard. Jemima followed his nod and gasped, her hands flying to her face as her eyes grew wide. There was Jemeerle, just a few weeks old, curled up and sleeping. She looked back at Quaxo confused. She didn't understand it.

"But I-- I--"

"You fell asleep after our game of tag."

Realization hit Jemima. It had all been a horrible, terrible dream. But the pain, the agony, the feelings, had all been so real. She wanted to cry but wouldn't. Quaxo moved closer on his knees and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her close and held onto her, sensing something was very wrong. She buried her face into his white chest and finally let it go. She cried, no, bawled. She bawled until she had not a tear to shed. She soaked her mate thoroughly. Quaxo ignored his wet fur and tickled her ears gently, he stroked his hand down her back as she continued to sob and hiccup. Every time she tried to breathe she made a squeaky hiccup. He nuzzled her cheek hoping her cheer her up if he could. He purred softly for her and she finally calmed down. She curled up with him, just wanting to be close after such a horrible dream, yet she felt something tugging at her heart. She brushed it off and kissed his nose as he curled up with her, his arms around her, and this tail curled around her leg.

Jemima had just settled down and snuggled in close to him, when she heard thunder roll and crack outside, followed by Macavity's evil laugh. She jumped startled and curled in tighter to Quaxo Mistoffelees. He tensed up and looked to the entrance of the pipe… he could see Munkustrap battling Macavity. The Hidden Paw had just slashed Munkustrap across the face.

"Jemima -- I have to go help Munkustra--"

" NO !"

Jemima had been peering from over his chest, watching the battle. Quaxo skipped a heart beat in surprise.

"Jemi--"

" NO ! If you go out there, you'll never come back. You'll never get to see your kitten grow up, and you'll leave me here alone to fend for myself and our kitten."

The tears were welling up in her bright eyes once again. He looked at her confused.

" Jemima I don't understand where --"

"I had a dream that you fought Macavity, this very night, to save Munkustrap and the tribe. You injured Macavity, but he fatally wounded you, and you died in my arms because you couldn't save yourself. You died and I had to stay here to raise our kitten all alone. Thank god you promised to watch over us or Jemeerle would have been killed by a Pollicle not even 3 months after your death. I had to explain to our kitten why her father was never coming home, I had to watch her, and myself cry. I had to become the provider, which I do not begrudge, but Quaxo, that is your job ! I had to watch her grow up without her father, I had to live without a mate, I had to kill Macavity with my daughter's help ! I had to find out the hard way that Macavity is my father, and BOMBALURINA my mother !"

Quaxo's eyes widened,

"Bombalurina is your mother…no…she's your sister…"

" That's what she always pretended so that the younger kittens wouldn't know that she had had a kitten, so that the Tugger would think her perfect and not already a mother of a kitten."

Quaxo's ears twitched back and forth as he thought this through, but again she interrupted her mate's thoughts.

"I had to convince Old Deuteronomy to let me go to the Heaviside Layer, after 4 years without you. 4 years Quaxo ! That's too long to live without half of your heart !"

She lifted her hand and knocked on his forehead, just between his ears, like one would knock on a door, enforcing her next point.

"If you go out there, you're condemning your family."

Quaxo sighed and took a glance out of the pipe, watching Munkustrap fight the Mystery Cat. He looked back in and Jemima and the sleeping Jemeerle and spoke softly.

" Why didn't you take another mate?"

"Because I refused to have another tom look at me, yet alone touch me if he wasn't you. I love only you Quaxo, I refused to take a mate and to have more kittens."

Quaxo nodded and hugged her tightly. She bit her bottom lip nervously. If he was going to condemn her, she wanted to at least hug him for all that she was worth first. However, Quaxo didn't let go. She looked at him curiously as she continued to hug him.

"I'm staying."

She grinned into his shoulder fur and purred deeply in relief. She snuggled up to him and rubbed her cheek against his longer furred, white chest, her eyes closed and purring, with a soft smile on her lips. Just as Quaxo relaxed into the warm embrace, Jemima pushed him down, causing him to fall over onto his back. He huffed in alarm as he looked up at her. She moved so she was sitting over him. Jemima curled her tail up tightly with Quaxo's and leaned down. She bit his shoulder playfully before stretching herself up to his ear. She whispered softly;

"In that case…I want more kittens…"

She nipped his ear affectionately as he purred deeply, and blushed ever so slightly under the white fur of his face…

The End