"Ahh, Quaxo, you're awake, I'll go get a flannel for your forehead, dear."

Jenny departed from her den. Leaving Tugger and I alone.

"You scared me for a minute there." he admitted after a pause. His tone made it sound like he was confessing a humiliating weakness. He reached out slowly, tentatively placing his paw on my bandaged midriff. He looked at me, unshed tears glistening in his eyes. "You were nearly killed" he whispered "Don't ever do that to me again"

Since when did he care?

Jenny bundled back in with a cold compress; Tugger snatched his paw away from the contact, resting it on his belt.

"Here you go dear" she laid it across my forehead "You're looking a little better" she added.

"Good, can I go home…?"

"No , you're not staying home alone ,who will change your bandages , make sure you don't pass out , what if those brutes come to get you , and you cant be coming round here all the time. You'll have to stay with a friend" she fussed.

"He can stay at mine" pertained Tugger

"How kind of you, it's nice to see you being responsible"

Tugger smiled "Not for long, Jens"

"Oh Tugger, you really are a curious cat"

She pushed a large green bag towards Tugger

"You'll need this; there are extra bandages and gauze, and anything else you might need."

"Right 'O"

"Ow! Shit!"

"Stop moving …I swear I will slap you...Misto stop it!"

Tugger was finishing changing my bandages.

We sat there in silence.

As we had done for about the past three hours. It was killing me. I hated silence something about it was just so...foreboding.

"Tug…It really hurts"

He walked over to a box, took a bottle out, and threw it at me; it bounced flippantly on the bed.

"What is it?"

"Scotch"

"Where did you get it?"

"Mungojerrie pilfered it off Skimble."

I stared at him blankly

"Drink it; it'll help with the pain"

I opened with bottle and took a swig; it was the most disgusting I had ever tasted.

Tugger laughed lightly.

"I'd like to see you do better "

Tugger took the bottle off me and drank a mouthful, his face not faltering once.

"Well, you're a niphead"

"What the hell has that got to do with alcohol?"

"Nothing, but it sounded good at the time"

He sat down next to me on the bed.

"How did it start?"

"What?"

"The hassle with Viccarro?"

"Oh, they thought I looked like a poof"

He lifted my chin, examining my face.

"You look very warm actually"

He brought his paw up to my face, placing it gently over the gauze that covered my mashed–up cheek. Softly, he traced my lips with his thumb. I held perfectly still. It was very difficult, while he was touching me, to frame a coherent question. It took me a minute of scattered concentration to begin...

"It seems that…you've been touching me much more lately"

That comment sounded a lot better in my head.

"Does it seem that way to you?" he murmured, his nose gliding to the corner of my jawbone before lightly kissing me there. I felt his paw, lighter than a moth's wing, temperately stroking my injured thigh.

"Much, much more" I said, trying to exhale

"Hmm"

"So I was wondering…" I began again, but his fingers were slowly tracing my collarbone, and I lost my train of thought.

"Yes" he breathed.

"Why is that," my voice shook, embarrassing me, "Do you think?"

I felt the tremor of his breath on my neck as he laughed.

"Maybe I like you, too"

I pulled back; as I moved, he froze - and I could no longer hear the sound of his breathing. We stared cautiously at each other for a moment, and the, as his clenched jaw gradually relaxed, his expression became puzzled.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No-the opposite, you're driving me crazy," I explained.

He considered that briefly, and when he spoke, he sounded pleased.

"Really?" a triumphant smile lit his face.

"Would you like a round of applause?" I asked sarcastically.

He grinned.

"Well, its obvious really, I'm gorgeous" he scoffed

I rolled my eyes.

"Hey 'Gorgeous' do you think you could make yourself useful?"

"Depends" he said leaning towards me, so close I could feel his breath against my cheek.

"Could you get me some food, I'm starving"

He pulled away.

"Oh…Well that's boring"

He got off the bed and poked his head out the door.

"Pssst…Jemima"

"Yes ?" I heard the kitten reply

"Do you think you could get me some food darling; I'm starving"

"Okay!"

"Thanks babes".

He closed the door and turned round to face.

"You shouldn't use the kittens"

"Whatever Misty, its a rather trivial matter"

"How is it?"

At that moment the door flew open surprising both of us. In stormed a furious scarlet queen.

"Bomba, babe, how's it go…"

"Where the hell were you last night" she shrieked

"Here"

"Well, why? What were you doing?"

Tuggerlooked over his shoulder at me, a terribly suggestive look plastered on his face.

"Nothing really"

"Well this is the last time you stand me up"

"Oh, Okay"

"It's over Tugger!"

"What's over?"

"We're over"

"We're over?"

"Yes"

"What's over?"

"Our relationship"

"Our relationship?"

"Yes!"

"We had a relationship?"

"Yes, Tugger, we did; but you just blew it"

Tugger cocked his head to the side, analysing the irate queen.

"You look nice today"

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Tugger"

"No really you look absolutely gorgeous" he said, approaching her.

"Well, erm, thank you"

"If Misto wasn't here…I don't if I would be able to control myself"

She giggled lightly, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Erm, Tugger"

Jemima was stood in the doorway.

"I've got the food"

"Oh yeah, give it to Misto"

Jemima walked over to me.

"Are you okay, Misto" she said, handing me a pawful of fish.

"Yes, sure"

How did she fall for it so easily , he was just saying that to her so he did get an earful , In a demnedted kind of way , i admired how skilfully he could manipulate someone , yet they were still completely oblivious of his trickery . But still , It wasnt right.

"And then I had to fight them off, Misto was blubbering like a kitten"

His fan club, with an added few members, looked adoringly at him.

"How many off them was there Tuggy?"

"Ten" he responded coolly.

The kittens gasped at Tugger's 'Bravery'. He had been telling how he 'rescued' me from the ravenous grasps of the gang of terrifying street cats for the most of that day. This must have been about the eleventh time he had retold the tale.

I glanced at Alonzo who was sat next to me.

"It was eight last time"

He nodded apathetically.

"He's really milking this 'Saving Me' thing isn't he?"

"Remember Quaxo, you owe him your life" he added sarcastically.

"How big were they Tuggy?"

"As big as Pollicles."

The kittens again gasped.

"Were you scared Tugger?"

"Nope, not at all"

"The bloody liar, he said to my face that he was scared" I griped

Alonzo laughed distastefully.

"I should probably go; Munkus will have my arse if I'm not there"

I looked down at my thigh, batting at it with my paw. Stupid Viccarro and his stupid friends. At that point, a part of me wished that Tugger had got hurt. Mind you, that would have just got him more attention .Like that time Plato tried to 'kill him'.

When I looked back up, the kittens had disappeared at there was just Tugger and Exotica. I watched him, flirting with her. Imagining what he'd be saying. What was she doing? She had taken him by the paw and was leading him to her den. So much for looking after me. I trailed dejectedly back to Tugger's , I felt sorry for myself .Did I care? Not in the slightest.

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