I'm Soooooo Sorrrrrrrrrrrryyy! I haven't been updating. Although I do have a sort of excuse. I've reacently been diagnosed with Hyperthyroidism which I've apparently had for the last three months or so. Basically it affects things like my heartrate, anxiety levels and concentration levels so writing (or doing) anything has been a challenge. Anyway here's a really looooooooong chapter because you guys have been really wanting to find out what happen's next sie?

Quaxo didn't sleep very well that night. He kicked, he worried, and he bolted upright with cold sweat running down face, only to find that he was just dreaming. At one point he got up and paced his bedroom for nearly an hour. His restlessness was also disturbing Oswald, who swan round and round his tank in distressing circles, not entirely sure if it was day or night. Quaxo was awake, but the room was dark. So was he meant to be sleeping or not? It was enough to do any turtle's head in.

At last at around 4am Quaxo managed to doze off into a fitful sleep.

He woke up the next day with a dry feeling in his mouth. He hadn't been able to see Macavity at all in his dreams, just footsteps, whispering, fragments of blood. His teacher would have said that he was too wound up, that he needed to relax if he wanted to see anything. But he really didn't feel like four hours of, breathing, meditation, or acupuncture. Besides, he had stuff to do.

First of all he tidied the living room downstairs. It was a dump. Tugger had a habit of leaving whatever he was carrying, wherever he was sitting. Though to be honest, he wasn't much better. He hoped secretly that Tugger would be so pleased to see the flat tidy when he came back that he would cook dinner for them again, though he be hanged before he admitted it. Once he was satisfied with his took a mysterious package out of the fridge and walked out of the door.

Being as surreptitious as possible he hurried over to the old block of flats he'd visited yesterday. Not wanting to draw attention by entering through the front door he took a good look round and wondered around the building's side till he found the window he'd used yesterday.

Tucking his package securely under his arm he climbed onto the ledge. Balancing precariously he assessed the room in front of him, it was covered with graffiti and beer bottles, he obviously wasn't the first cat to venture inside this way. He wondered if anyone else had explored the flats and found Admetus. He wondered if…

The window ledge suddenly gave way and he crashed onto the floor. The floor was the hard tiled affair that is frequently used in bathrooms and it took Quaxo a good ten minutes before his head stopped ringing.

"Owwwww" he moaned dejectedly. His face was still smushed up against the floor so it came out sounding like "naowwwww"

Painfully lifting his head up and saw a small puddle of blood on the floor. He touched his forehead worriedly. It was clear. He touched his nose and winced when he examined the blood came away with his paw. Slowly he rose up and shook of dust and splinters then looked around for his package, thank Cat it was okay.

"Next time I'm using the door." He thought as he pinched his nose and waited for the blood flow to stop.

Admetus was delighted to see Quaxo when he walked through the door to his room.

"Blackie! He cried. Blackie saved Addie from bad cats. Addie says thank you Blackie."

"You're welcome Addie" smiled Quaxo taking the package out from behind his back he proudly presented it to the mangy tom "would you like some food? I've brought enough for both of us." Addie nodded eagerly so Quaxo set the food between them and they dug in, well it was mostly Addie who dug in Quaxo just nibbled on a bit so as to not discourage him. It was a rather odd sight, two toms sitting cross-legged on the floor, solemnly eating pasta with their fingers, which turned out to be a very messy way of eating. Quaxo could have conjured cutlery for them to eat with, but Quaxo thought it was much more fun to eat this way. Besides, the forks he created usually appeared on the roof, and he wasn't too sure if this building had one.

"Where did Blackie get food?" asked Addie when they'd finished. Quaxo wiped some sauce off his chin before replying.

"A friend made this for me"

"A good friend?" asked Addie

"Yes"

a lascivious grin spread across Addie's face.

"A queenfriend?"

For a moment Quaxo panicked

"NO! I mean of course not Addie, they're just a friend of mine."

"Blackie's going red!" giggled Addie "You're going Reddie!" the tom flopped on the floor and laughed at his own use of humor. Quaxo covered his cheek with a paw and silently cursed the creation of blood vessels! After a while Addie sat up and asked another question. "What is Blackie's queen-friend like?" Quaxo smiled in spite of himself.

"Well my uh, queen-friend is very nice Addie"

Addie chuckled.

"is she friendly?"

"yes"

"funny"

"yes"

"smart?"

"Umm… sort of"

"sexy?" Addie waggled his eyebrows and Quaxo couldn't help grinning

"Oh yes"

"Does she like Blackie?"

Quaxo was silent for a few seconds.

"I don't know" he said slowly "I haven't really said anything to hi-HER yet."

"Blackie should tell her" tuttered Addie "She'd be lucky. Blackie is a good tom."

Quaxo wasn't entirely sure on how to reply to this. Should he explain to Addie the difference between good and being desirable? Or should he just give him the short answer? 'Why am I getting love advice from this cat anyway?' In the end he decided to give him the short answer.

"Maybe."

When Quaxo left the flats it was just around tea time. He had spent the day extracting any knowledge Addie had on the hidden paw, under the guise of talking to him. Magic was of course involved with this process and Quaxo was tired out from doing his best to absorb Addie's memories, whilst maintaining conversation with him at the same time. Addie happily said goodbye to Quaxo when he left.

"Blackie is a good friend, Addie enjoyed today." He beamed. This only made Quaxo feel rotten. He had only spent the day with Addie so he could find out about Macavity. Although it made him even more tired he left a sleeping bag, a box of chocolates, and an air mattress for Addie to sleep on at night but It didn't make his guilt go away.

He waited until Addie'd shut the door before teleporting away feeling more than disheartened, he was feeling completely despaired. All he could make out from the mush that made up Addie's brain was terror, pain, and for some reason, putting on a jumpsuit. Why Addie was putting on a jumpsuit was a mystery to Quaxo.

When he appeared in the hospital, he thought at first that he had the wrong room. The place was covered with flowers on every available surface. Reds, blues, purples and yellow all mixed together and thickened the air with their scent. Had he teleported into a flower shop by mistake? Was his teleportation ability wavering? Turning around he realized sadly that his ability to teleport was still as sharp as ever.

Demeter was lying on her bed, watching a movie on a portable DVD player. However Quaxo noticed that her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and deep. She must have fallen asleep whilst watching.

Quaxo was about to wake her up when he saw the bandages around her abdomen and stopped. They were fresh and clean no spots on them whatsoever. Quaxo wondered how often they were changed. In her left arm was a drip that was dispensing fluid into her bloodstream. Directly above the place where the tube had been inserted into Demeter's wrist was another bandage, presumably where she had been g given a blood transfusion.

At the foot of the bead was a clipboard, the kind that hospital's keep to take notes on a patient's condition. Picking it up he read what it said about Demeter's condition.

Sever wounds to lower stomach. Fetus spontaneously aborted. Heavy blood loss. Shock. At serious risk of developing PTSD and/or other mental complications.

Being a quiet as possible he created a single white lily and placed it on a spare bit of ground. He was just turning to go when a quiet voice called "Quaxo is that you?"

Whipping around he saw that Demeter's eyes, though unfocused and bloodshot, were open and looking at him.

"Hi Deme, how are you doing?" he asked, trying to make it sound casual. Demeter smile

"I'm fine" she lied. "Thanks for the flower; I'll be able to start my own business soon."

They both laughed, trying to pretend that it was just a casual joke.

"Which ones are Munk's" he asked. Demeter pointed to the vibrant blue flowers on her table.

"These ones, he knows that bluebells are my favorite." Quaxo stepped forward and touched the flowers.

"They're beautiful" he said truthfully

"Thanks." An elephant-in-the-room silence passed over them.

"Well" he said "I best be going now" his cheery tone sounded like a fingernail on a blackboard. He kissed her once on her left cheek, then her right, and backed away. "I'm sure Munk'll be here to see you today sometime…"

"Quaxo"

"Yes?"

Demeter grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward. Her grip, though not at all strong was surprisingly firm. "Promise me that you'll get him."

"He's strong Deme, much stronger than I am, I can't make any…"

"You're the only one who can stop him" she insisted "so promise me you won't let him hurt another cat. Please" As she said those words a look of desperateness flashed across her face. Quaxo couldn't let her suffer like this.

"I promise" he whispered

That evening, worn out from magic fatigue Quaxo crashed as soon as he reached home. He didn't even bother going to his own room to sleep in his bed, he headed for their long suffering couch collapsed there. Almost instantly he began to dream…

"Mistoffelees come quickly! Something's happened!"

Almost instantly Victoria appeared and he ran over to her. "What? What's happened?"

Victoria stumbled and Quaxo caught her before she fell. As he lowered her to the ground she pointed to the way she'd come from. "Macavity's caused a train wreck just fifteen minutes ago. Tugger's on it!"

"What! How'd he- did he- is Tugger alright"

"He's still on the train, Macavity made him unconscious"

"With his magic?"

"Yes and the roof's going to cave in on him any second now."

"Can you tell me where he is?"

"He's in the third last compartment underneath the seats. You must wake him up or he'll die"

Mistoffelees was already gone.

He appeared almost instantly in the compartment and ran to Tugger. "Tugger! Tugger darling wake up! Wake up!" It was not use, Macavity's spell was too strong, Mistoffelees would have to dream walk into Tugger's mind and undo it. Placing a paw on either side of Tugger's head he concentrated "Release him!" he commanded. His paws burned and his magic crackled but the spell did not move

"Release him! Let his mind go free! He shouted forcefully. He could feel the spell now, trapping Tugger in its relentless hold. Mistoffelees grabbed it with both of his paws and pulled. It clung on stubbornly to Tugger. Mistoffelees pulled harder "LET HIM GO!"

Slowly the spell oozed out of Tugger and into the train. It instantly dissolved and Tugger's eyes fluttered open. "That's it Tugger, now crawl forward." He urged him even though Tugger could neither see nor hear him. The Maine Coon groaned and rolled heavily out from under the seats. Glancing at the rapidly disintegrating roof above him he crawled across the carriage to a half open door. Mistoffelees still in his dream state form tried to haul him upright but of course his arms only went straight through.

Tugger was only a few meters from the carriage door the roof groaned and a few pieces fell down. One particularly large one hit Tugger on the head and he collapsed on the ground. His limbs failed wildly trying to get back up again. He rose shakily on one elbow and fell down face forward groaning.

" I can't make it" he cried out hoarsely. Mistoffelees pulled at his arm.

"Yes you can Tugger! You can make it. You must make it or I'll…I'll lose you, the most…important…" He froze as Tugger tried rising again and this time neither his arms nor his legs gave way. He began crawling again, panting and coughing as he did so until he reached the door and wriggled out, safe at last.

Quaxo sighed in relief as several cats rushed over and helped him over to a nearby ambulance. Seconds later the roof of the train gave way completely and tumbled down in a roar of flame. He'd gotten Tugger out just in time.

A paramedic was treating the cut on Tugger's forehead while another checked for bruises and broken bones. "That was quite a feat you pulled off there son." He joked. "Your guardian angel must be watching over you like no tomorrow" Tugger shook his head.

"No, it w-wasn't an angel. I-It was Mistoffelees."

"The Demon?"

"No a-a cat, my flat mate" The medic nodded bemusedly.

"Well that's one hellova flat mate you got there son. I wish I had a flat mate like that."

"Yeah" Tugger smiled for the first time "he is."

"Yeah we have a Rum Tum Tugger here. How'd you know him?" asked Victor. The mysterious black and white cat that had appeared out of nowhere pulled out a card from behind his back.

"He's my brother officer" he started walking forward "I'm here to collect him." He turned to where the ambulances were docked.

The police officer, gave a shout and lunged forward "Don't you dare move a step further" the Tux nimbly dodged his attacked and continued walking. Victor was about to bark a warning when the tux himself spun round and showed him his ID. Victor's face fell. "I-I'm sorry, there been a…"

"Sir" corrected the tux "I'm sorry, Sir"

"I'm sorry Sir, there been a mistake. I-I didn't know there was a…"

"I can see that for myself thank you" clipped the tux "now please move aside." The police officer did so and Quaxo stepped past. Once he was out of eyesight he made the card vanish. As far as he knew only three people in Britain had that level security clearance, no wonder he'd scared the tom's socks off.

He spotted Tugger sitting in an ambulance his fur all mattered and his head downcast. A large white bandage surrounded his head like a halo. Relief surged through Quaxo and when he took a step forward he would have fallen if he hadn't grabbed the wall in the nick of time. Straightening himself up he made his wobbly way over to Tugger and touched his shoulder.

'Hey you' he smiled as Tugger turned his head "how's the head?

'Quaxo I, I'm sorry' Tugger babbled rapidly 'I should've listened to you and how did you know that I was…?'

'I heard it on the telly just then and came over' Quaxo took his friend's hand and squeezed it gently 'And don't worry, everything's fine. J-Just promised me you won't scare me like that again'

'I won't' promised Tugger as the paramedics came to assess him once more.

As Tugger's blood pressure was taken yet again Quaxo closed his eye and ran his hands through his head fur. Macavity had been close, dangerously close, to hurting Tugger. Victoria hadn't warned him in time, he'd almost certainly be dead. Quaxo felt his knees knocking together again at the thought.

'Mr. Quaxo?' a medic was standing in front of him, looking at his face worriedly. 'Are you alright'

'Yeah, yeah I'm fine thanks' he replied 'did you want something?'

The medic checked her clipboard 'were letting your friend go now with you. But we must inform you that he needs time to recover, he's had quite a shock so a good rest is order. A good dinner or breakfast rather, wouldn't be too bad either.

Quaxo's lips curled upwards into a smile.

"I think that can be arranged."

R & R if you feel so disposed. All flames will be used to roast marshmellows.