Electra was already there, pouring over what looked like a scrap of newspaper. As he got nearer, Quaxo saw he was right. In particular she was focusing on a crossword puzzle. He cute little face was locked in concentration, her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she tried to figure out what the words on the page said.

He peered over her shoulder but at the same time Electra jerked up, crying in triumph. As she screamed "Mistoffelees!" poor Quaxo was thrown backwards, landing clumsily on his back. He sat up trying to work out what on earth she had just said.

"What did you just say?"

Electra grinned and beckoned him closer.

"I was thinking last night, that if we could find a way to control your power, we could use it to help people. Shooting lightening might only be the start of what you can do!"

Quaxo looked sceptical. She seemed to be treating his powers as a gift rather then the way he saw them; as a curse.

Electra ignored him and continued.

"I was figuring out that since you were helping me with my dancing, I would help you with your magic."

Quaxo stared at the newspaper she had been looking at.

"That still doesn't explain the random nonsense you just blurted out!"

Electra giggled and pointed to a small sentence by the side of a row of squares.

It said something about a worker of the Devil and Quaxo scowled. She obviously did think that his powers were evil!

She giggled at his expression and pointed to where the sentence corresponded to. The writer hadn't filled in all the spaces. Instead, the word Electra had just cried out was written.

"So what's the word got to do with anything?" He asked, still confused.

"It's you're name, silly!" She giggled cheekily as Quaxo remained puzzled.

"What?"

"Well… I figured, since you're going to be all magical, you're going to need a more interesting name then Quaxo... plus it would make the whole thing much more fun if you could have an alter ego."

Quaxo gawped at her. Where was all this stuff coming from?

"Wait! Just slow down! What are you saying? I can't do anything! I'm still trying to figure out how to not kill someone! These powers aren't anything good! They're a curse and I just want to get rid of them…"

He was about to continue with his rant when a cry from Electra stopped him. He looked up to see her clutching her leg and crying.

He rushed over and gasped as Electra removed her paws to reveal a deep burn stretching halfway up her thigh. Quaxo realised then what must have happened.

"By the everlasting cat, Electra, I... I'm so sorry!" He crept towards her but she shrank away, whimpering. He felt himself crumple then. He tried again, and this time Electra didn't move.

He slowly wiped away the tears that stained the small queens face. She stared up at him and not for the first time, Quaxo felt his heart melt at the intensity of her stare. He knew then why he hadn't been able to ask Jemima and, leaning in slowly, he pecked her delicately on her lips.

Sitting back, he took her head in his paws and looked into her shocked eyes.

"Electra, I'm more sorry then you could ever imagine. I just got so worked up, I didn't realise I could do anything like that. Now do you realise why I'm so scared? If I got angry enough, I could kill someone."

Electra, getting over her surprise, took Quaxo's paws and turned it over so he could see the palm. She gently stroked the burnt skin and looked up at him smiling.

"I believe that these paws could do wonderful things, if you just believe they can. Trust me on this, I will help you and you will do well, I know it."

He smiled back in reply and watched as sparks flew off his fingertips.

"Thank you"

She smiled as he kissed her again and she stood up, throwing her arms out in an over exaggerated gesture.

"I present to you: the magical, marvelous, Mr Mistoffelees!"

Quaxo hugged her, sweeping her off her feet and spinning her round in his happiness.

"Electra, my little spark, please will you come to the ball with me?"

He was surprised at how easy it was. He truly loved her and the one question he had thought he would find the hardest to ask had slipped off his tongue without thinking.

"Yes, Mr Mistoffelees, I will!" She giggled as he spun her round again.

He stopped suddenly and as he put her down, she smiled happily, her arms still holding him tight.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just, Mr Mistoffelees is a very long name and a bit hard to pronounce."

"Fine. I'll call you Misto for short."

Quaxo found himself laughing at the kittens carefree nature and as they walked back to the junkyard, paw in paw, the tuxedo tom knew he had made the right decision.

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