A/N: Thanks to Mistolover101! Check out Love will find a way :) Once again, I own Seelniu and that's it! Bit grim. Slight mention of injuries.

The Jellicle moon was beautiful as ever. It shone, luminous, over the Junkyard, a stunning lunar invitation to Jellicle cats one and all. The weather was absolutely perfect for the Ball, and the Jellicles were extremely excited to see who would be chosen for rebirth.

If Macavity had his way, there wouldn't be a Jellicle choice. There wouldn't even be a ball.

"Prepare yourselves.." The ginger tom muttered to Zain, Alex, Luka and Mungojerrie. The four toms nodded, paws resting on their weapon belts. Mungojerrie shuddered slightly at the thought of the impending attack, and was in the process of checking his weapons belt when he felt a paw on his shoulder. His fist clenched around a blade, but was only slightly reassured when he recognized that the paw's owner wasn't a Jellicle.

"Relax, Mungojerrie. This is your chance to get revenge for your humiliation.. To avenge your sister," Macavity smirked. Mungojerrie was about to reply when his boss's free paw clamped over his mouth.

'Jerrie was about to attack, but then realized that it had simply been a precaution. The Jellicles were staring to gather around the main clearing of the Junkyard, and once again, 'Jerrie thanked Bast that he remembered this secret area.

Munkustrap slid out from behind a pile of boxes, his silver and black fur shining in a bath of moonlight.

"Ready.. One.. Two.."

"Jellicle cats, come out tonight, Jellicle cats, come one, come all.."

"Three."

"Snap!"

"No foir!"

"Am I wrong? Is it crack? Bang?" Seelniu smirked, victoriously slamming his cards down onto the stretch of bed between them.

'Teazer pouted, but held up her paws in surrender and dropped her cards. The game had been his idea, and had just been a simple distraction for her. However, that hadn't affected her competitive nature was still strong as ever.

"Awh, Seelnyah!" She sulked, idly throwing her cards at him. Naturally, he caught hold of them without a flinch- his training had provided him with excellent reflexes.

The look on the calico queen's face almost made him laugh; she looked so exasperated, and so irritated, it was almost funny. The fact her eyes flitted down without the distraction of playing cards, however, hurt his heart.

A black paw found itself on the side of a calico cheek, turning the calico's face up. Rumpleteazer's breath quickened as she stared up at Seelniu. He really was gorgeous. His dark eyes glittered when they caught the light, and his dark fur could rival the darkest ebony.

'Bast, kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me,' 'Teazer thought hopefully, before logic kicked the dreamy thought of of her mind. Come on, 'Teazer. He was evil. He was a killer. Yet the softened face staring down at her didn't seem like it belonged to a heartless murderer. She was right. She just didn't know it.

"Kotyonok.. Don't look so down. It will be good soon," He smiled- wait, smiled? That wasn't something they saw every day.

"Thank ya," 'Teazer nodded, smiling slightly as Seelniu led her over to the window. It was open slightly, but the air wasn't too cold. His barrack faced an empty courtyard- lit by the light of the moon.

"Enjoy it. A Jellicle moon, no?" He spoke quietly, before leaving her stood in front of the window. Her white paw rested on her cheek, as though cherishing the spot where Seelniu had touched her, before she turned her face up to the moon.

Her brother was out there. Would he get into even more trouble with the tribe? Would they hurt him?

Those were all questions she'd find out later. For now, she'd have to just sit and wait for his return.

"Jellicles come to the Jellicle ba-"

CRASH.

Red, warning lights began to flash in the Yard, followed by several sirens. Demeter's signature scream of 'Macavity' sounded, immediately setting every resident on their guard.

"Here we go," Macavity muttered to his four workers. "Spread out."

Zain, Luka, Alex and Mungojerrie split, each taking a section of the yard and waiting for their boss's orders. Macavity paused for a second, before stepping out into the light.

He was a tall, striking figure- his presence struck fear into each Jellicle's heart. He'd attacked before, but he was still just as terrifying.

Munkustrap quickly herded the kittens behind him, as Demeter silently ran off into a disused den, locking, barrelling and bolting the door behind her. Outside, Macavity began to laugh, in his own low, sinister way.

"Jellicles! Once again, I have come to pay you a visit," He smirked, leaning down to hiss at the closest kitten. Electra whimpered and skidded off to hide behind- wait. Skimbleshanks?

"Oh, this just gets better!" Macavity laughed, his rasping voice resonating throughout the silent air.

"Skimbleshanks, Jennyanydots?" He asked, taking sight of the spotted and striped queen stood behind Skimbleshanks. The Railway cat's bottom lip trembled, but did his best to hide it from the red cat. He was successful- the Napoleon seemed more interested in retaining a knowing smirk.

"Ah, you must be Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer's parents! I find myself wanting to thank you. Your cold, stony Jellicle hearts turned away two kittens, and oh, what talented kittens," He smirked, tail lashing as he caught sight of said calico tom pacing a few metres away. His parents hadn't seen him yet..

Munkustrap was about to speak when Macavity seized hold of 'Jerrie's arm, yanking him out into the light. 'Jerrie winced, but stubbornly glared down at the dirt packed floor of the yard. The gasps of the Jellicles irritated him- what had they expected? If they didn't want him falling in with the 'wrong crowd', they should have kept him.

"Mungojerrie here is an excellent henchcat. He recognizes that you all despise him, and he is beginning to return the favor. I do believe he will serve me well for a long time," Macavity continued.

The Yard fell silent, as each and every cat tried to come to terms with what was said. True, they'd heard rumours that the twins were working for Macavity, but hadn't had any confirmation. Plus, seeing 'Jerrie again was a huge shock. He'd grown into a well built, handsome tom, and the weapons belt around his waist added to his shock factor.

Jenny clutched hold of Skimble's arm, trembling as she stared over at her son. Oh, her darling, her poor darling.. He thought they hated him. And he felt anger towards them for it. It was all her fault.. If only she'd stuck up for him and Rumple- Wait. Rumpleteazer?! She was forever by 'Jerrie's side..

The Gumbie was about to speak voicing her concerns when her mate cleared his throat. Unbeknownst to her, he was thinking along exactly the same lines.

"Where's me daughter, Macavity?!" He spoke, his Scottish accent shining strong in his anger. Had he hurt her? Was she.. Dead? Shuddering slightly, Skimbleshanks unsheathed his claws as he awaited for news on his queen kit- no. His queen. She'd be grown by now. Oh no. PLease no..

"Relax, old tom, I have not laid a paw on Rumpleteazer. Quite the lovely young queen, though. Pretty, but she.. Does not have the same views as Mungojerrie. I believe she shall be well cared for by Seelniu,"

Seelniu. The murderer. That did it. Skimbleshanks snarled, about to lunge for the Napoleon when Munk's silver arm barricaded him. Opposite, Macavity had let go of Mungojerrie, and this time, he spoke to someone who wasn't of Jellicle blood.

"Luka. Zain. Alex. You know what to do."

That simple little sentence. That was all it had taken to create utter pandemonium. The three henchcats had spread themselves out, and began to sow terror and fear into their allotted segments of the yard. The kittens were herded away by the Jellicle queens, and the toms were gearing up for a huge fight. Though limited in number, Macavity's henches had skill where they only had basic training.

Crack. Alonzo was down, a simple kick to the head from Zain. A yowl. Somebody had been injured. Everywhere Mungojerrie looked, there was something evil and vicious going on. Yet.. He couldn't feel anything, for either side.

Growling lowly, the calico tom was about to retreat back to Macavity when a paw tugged on his arm. Hissing, Mungojerrie spun on his heel- to meet the face of his father.

Skimbleshanks looked a mixture of horrified, curious, and scared. He was taking in every detail of what had been his kit. Mungojerrie had grown, so much.. And he hadn't been there for it. And now, the tom was attacking his tribe alongside Macavity. Skimbleshanks knew that deep, deep down, he should defend his home. Oh, that was impossible. He couldn't hurt his son.

"Mungojerrie.. Lad, I'm sorry. Please, just promise me this. Look after your sister,"

Mungojerrie's reaction was absolutely not one he'd expected.

"Gerroff! 'Teazah 'as me! Oi won' let ANEHONE trea' her loike ya awll did! She's soife! She won' ge' 'er 'eart broken agehn! Ya ah no troibe of moine, and ya ah no fathah of moine!" 'Jerrie cried, shaking in anger, but a couple off tell-tale tears streaking down his face. Blinking quickly to clear them, the calico tom pushed Skimble's arm off his shoulder.

And collapsed when a throwing knife impaled the back of his neck.

"Mungojerrie! Retreat, get back, you Jellicle scum!" A Bengal cat roared, roundhouse kicking the cat who had tried to defend Skimbleshanks from Mungojerrie. It turned out to be a groggy Alonzo, who quickly met unconsciousness again as Luka's kick sent him to the floor.

"He wasn't trying to hurt me.." Skimble murmured, sadly noticing that his son had simply been trying to do what he'd expected. Keep himself away from his parents. And it broke his heart. And here he was. Lying on the ground at his feet.

"Laddie-"

"Get away. You know the score! This is your fault, you shouldn't have spoken to him," Luke spoke harshly, quickly gathering the limp calico tom into his arms and throwing him over his shoulder.

"Mac! Mac, we good to leave?"

The red cat turned on his heel, almost doing a double take at the sight of the hurt calico tom on Luka's shoulder. Regardless, he collected himself, and nodded, his thundering roar the next sound to fill the Junkyard.

"Forces! Retreat. Jellicles, this isn't the last you've heard of us."

Then they were gone. Disappeared to make the long, arduous journey back to the Hideout- Mungojerrie fading away as blood poured down his back.

"Get me a healer! RIGHT NOW!" Macavity's thunderous yelling resonated throughout the Hideout, scaring every conscious cat, and rousing the sleeping ones.

Rumpleteazer's head snapped up from where she'd fallen asleep on the window sill. They were back? Excellent!

Smiling happily, the queen bounced up to her feet, running as fast as she could through the barrack and to the door. Her journey was halted, however, when she ran into a strong, muscled black wall.

"Kotyonok? No.. This is not something you should see.." Seelniu's thickly accented voice spoke, as he placed two strong paws on her slim shoulders. That simply scared her more.

"Whot? Oh bast, whot 'appened?! Seelniu? Ya 'ah gonnah tell moi what 'appened o' oi swear, tha Chroistmas tree will 'av two more baubles this yeah!" She growled, practically shaking with rage as she hit his chest with her palms.

The black tom sighed, staring down at the calico queen. The fists on his chest didn't hurt- they simply alerted him to her distress. Her eyes were wide, and her bottom lip trembled in worry and rage. How could he be harsh with her? She deserved to know what had happened.

Keeping a firm hold on the small queen, Seelniu opened the door to let her though. And caught her as she stumbled to her knees.

Mungojerrie was just opposite them- placed on several boxes in a corner of the room outside the barrack. The scene wasn't pleasant. Several healers and the Napoleon gathered around the calico tom, frowns etched on their faces as the healers worked.

Rumpleteazer let out a small sob, clutching onto Seelniu for support as she stared over at her brother. She wanted to go to him, but maybe it was a good thing that the raven tom wouldn't let her. His body was marred red with blood, and from what she could tell, he was unresponsive. What had happened? Had her tribe hurt her twin?

"Jerrie..."

Her simple word was enough to catch the attention of the Hidden Paw, who's head snapped up.

"Seelniu. Get her out of here. She's seen all she needs to."

"No! 'Jerrie!" 'Teazer whimpered, as her small form was scooped up into Seelniu's arms, the black tom murmuring quietly to her. She ignored it, and simply thrashed, trying her best to escape the raven tom's grip. 'Jerrie.. Her 'Jerrie.. No.

The calico queen let out a whimper, burying her face in Seelniu's fur as he carried her back into the barrack, closing the door behind him and sitting down on her bed.

"Kotyonok.. Kravisaya.. It's okay," He murmured, stroking her back as she cried into his fur. She didn't respond, but somewhere felt slightly happy that he was trying to comfort her.

After several seconds of 'Teazer's crying, the black tom gave in to his urge. He did something he'd never done in his life. He wrapped his arms around the small queen, his stron arms provising her with warmth and security. He sighed slightly, resting his chin on the top of her head as he simply held her.

Something he could do forever.

A/N: I'M SORRY. I hope you liked this chapter, I should be revising, exam tomorrow...

I made up for the sadness of 'Jerrie with some Seelniu/Teazer fluff.

Kravisaya - Beautiful.

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