Author's note: Hey everyone, sorry it's been so long. They expect 2nd year biological science students to work, I'm not impressed. Anyway, just to let you know, I shall be doing my best to bring you more chapters of this and my other stories as soon as I can. Hope you enjoy this small chapter.

"You're gonna leave those poor queens at Munk's house?" Tugger demanded.

"There's no other way Tugger," Deuteronomy sighed, and massaged his forehead as though he had a headache, "Those queens are in danger, Heaviside knows I can't protect them, Munkustrap can."

"So you're going to leave them with Mr. Sunshine himself?" Tugger said sarcastically.

Misto gently interrupted,

"I...in Macavity's lair earlier, Macavity was saying something about Munk."

"So what else is new? That son of a bitch is always trying to get into Munk's head."

"This was different, Macavity said that after Gaia died, Munk wanted to kill himself, and Munk didn't deny it. I'm worried about him. When I asked him about it, he pretty much confirmed it. All those nights he was going out patrolling, he was waiting for a demon to come along and..." Misto trailed off.

"And that's what I interrupted, right?" Deuteronomy asked.

Misto nodded, silently.

"I got to give him that, he came up with a novel way to top himself. That Lutador really needs someone to keep an eye on him," Tugger growled.

"Well volunteered Tugger, starting now you and Misto will be moving into Munk's, there's enough room, and plus those queens will have a little more protection."

Tugger and Misto looked at each other in horror,

"But we didn't mean..."

I approached the two queens slowly; acutely aware of the way Demeter shook as I came closer. I knelt down before them,

"I'm Munkustrap," I introduced myself, "I fight vampires and demons, to keep Jellicles like yourselves safe."

"You certainly did a good job," Bombalurina muttered darkly.

"You and your sister are alive, I'd consider that a good job," I shot back, so much for being nice.

The scarlet queen seemed ready to argue, so I decided to continue before I had a full-scale conflict on my paws.

"Deuteronomy has decided that until we work out what Macavity wanted with you two, you are to stay with me, for protection reasons."

A whimper from Demeter stopped me in my tracks, assuming a more caring tone I shuffled closer to Bombalurina, still on my knees.

"You consider yourself, your sister's protector?" I asked her.

She nodded, and I put both my paws behind my back.

"I want you both to know I have no intention of hurting you, but if you still feel some distrust, here is your chance to warn me against trying anything. My arms will stay behind my back until you are done."

Bomb raised her claws, and Demeter watched in strange fascination. At the last moment Bomb seemed to freeze, her paw poised just in front of my chest, she and her sister exchanged a look before she retracted her claws. Another moment passed before she laid her paw on my chest where she could feel my heartbeat.

"Thank you," she whispered, "We both needed that."

Her paw still lingered on my chest.

"Well do you feel up to moving over to my house, it's only across the road, when you're there you can retire to your rooms if you wish," I said, moving away from Bombalurina and her sister.

"Make that a room Munky, there wont be enough space, meet your new housemates," Tugger said, standing aside so that I could see both him and Misto.

"What?!"

"Hey, don't blow up at me, Oh Great Lutador, it was dad's idea, these lovely ladies will be a bit more protected," Tugger winked at the two queens.

"They've got me to look after them."

"But who will look after you?" Misto piped up softly.

"Stoff has a point. You know that Maccy will drain you dryer than Gus's martini when 'it's time', and we need to make sure you don't do anymore of those pesky death patrols."

I glared at Misto knowing that he had told, and that this was the reason why they were going to be moving in.

"I'm not about to lock myself in the bathroom and swallow a bottle of pills." I hissed at them, trying to keep my voice low.

"We'll be the judge of that, come on Munky. Let's go home."