Cats The musical human AU.

Set in 1984 London.

Can't be hurt now.

Jemima clung to the edge of her mothers coat as they hid down an alleyway. "Mama?" She whispered, copying her mother by pressing her back against the wall. "Yes sweetie?" The mother replied. "Where are we going?" Jemima tugged on her sleeve. "Mama!" "Shh Jemi..." "Where are we going?" "We're going to find... You're father..." Demeter immediately regretted what she said. "But I thought papa abandoned us..." She looked away at the floor. "What's his name?" The little girl asked. "Munkustrap." Demeter had panicked and thought of the first name that came into mind. A childhood romance that she hadn't seen since she was taken by Macavity. Her kidnapper was the real father of Jemima, but she didn't want her to have a life of suffering.

Demeter pulled the hood of her coat over her head and did the same with her daughters. The whole time Jemimas big brown eyes were watching her. She kissed her daughter on the forehead. "Come on Jemi, lets go find him." She took her hand and lead her out of the alleyway.

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Bustopher Jones watched his son and a friend play a game of Monopoly as they sat by the fire in the evening. Victoria was wearing a white dress with a light blue pinafore on top. Her blonde hair was pulled into two twists at the back, being secured with a blue bow. Mistoffelees on the other hand, had his black hair slicked back, a white shirt with a little bow on and black trousers. "Children! Time for supper." Jellylorum, a family friend called from the dining room. "Come on, stop playing the game and put your shoes on." Bustopher told them. Victoria slipped on blue ballet flats and Misto put on black dapper oxfords.

As they sat down at the table, a sharp knock could be heard. "Who could that be?" Victoria wondered. "I'm not sure..." Bustopher went up to the door. "It's Munkustrap, Tugger and Bombalurina." He let them in and let them join them for supper. "How's ballet going Viccy?" Bomba asked. She was dressed in a white cropped tank top and a red pencil skirt. Her long red hair was pulled up into a ponytail and her bangs were slightly parted. The Jones family were part of the upper class, like the rest of them, but they just liked to keep their class. "It's going fine thank you." Victoria admired the outfit the young woman wore. "Sir?" "No you may not wear that you're parents wouldn't approve." "But you didn't even let me finish." "I don't need to hear it."

"Hey! Misto! My bud! How ya doin?" Tugger went to fist bump the boy, but just ended up giving him a handshake. He wore denim skinny jeans with a studded belt, a half undone leopard print shirt and a leather jacket over the top. His hair was combed and gelled into a mullet. "I'm doing alright thank you Mr Maine." Mistoffelees replied, staring at the mans yellow and black Nike's. "Dude! What's with all the seriousness?! Call me Tugger!"

"Tugger, Bomba, Munk, what brings you here?" Bustopher asked the three young adults. "Well, we were just walking around and decided to visit." Munk said, trying to avoid eye contact. "Ah, still looking for Demeter then..." Munk looked up at him. "Again! Munk, even I've given up, and I'm her sister! It's been 5 years..." Bomba told him. "I know it's just..." "It's alright... Maybe one day she'll just come back to us."

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After they left, Victoria asked Bustopher, "Sir, who's Demeter?" To which he replied, "Demeter was a young girl, a year younger than Bombalurina, her sister, when suddenly, she went missing, that was 3 years ago, so you two would have been 5... They're still trying to find her, but the police gave up." He sighed. "She's dead isn't she?" Victoria's eyes started to water. "Well... most likely, nobody would have survived 3 years of being missing without something bad happening to them." "That's so sad... poor Demeter..." Misto said from the table. "Yes..." "Why is Munkustrap so upset then?" Victoria asked him. "Munkustrap and Demeter had a little romance blossoming, when he was 18 and she was 16, but then she went missing, and Munk was in hysterics for weeks." "I would hate that..." "Did you feel that when Mother died?" Misto questioned, almost a little too boldly. "Yes... Yes I did..."

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Demeter held her sleeping daughter in her arms as she walked up to the entrance of an apartment building. "I think he still lives here." She buzzed the button and a similar voice answered. "Hello? Munkustrap Maine speaking." It rang through her ears and made her smile. "Munk? It's me!" "Who?" She took a deep breath. "Munk? Who is it?" She could now hear her sisters voice. "It's me... Demeter." Bombalurina's scream came out of the speaker and they came rushing down the stairs to greet her.

"Deme!" Bomba was crying when she saw her sister. She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. "Who is that?" She was pointing at Jemima. "Please don't tell me she's your..." "My daughter..." Demeter interrupted. "Oh my god..." Bomba gasped. "How old?" Munk asked. "Three years..." Deme said sheepishly. "You had her when you were 16?!" Bomba cried. "Shh!" She hushed her sister, indicating to the child in her arms. "Munk I'm so sorry... but I told her that you were her father... I couldn't tell her who her real father is..." "Is he your?" Munk didn't have to finish the sentence, Demeter nodded. "Then I will happily be her father!"

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Jemima started to stir as her mother placed her down on the bed. "Mama? Where are we?" She asked sleepily. "We're at your fathers..." Demeter told her daughter. She sat up immediately and looked around the room. "Where is he?" She was smiling and bouncing up and down. "Your Aunt is here too." "Really?!" Bombalurina entered the room beaming at the child. "Hello Jemima, I'm your mothers sister, Bombalurina." Demeter looked between the two. "I've never realized how similar you two look." The two looked at each other. Both had long brown hair and big amber eyes. "She's gorgeous Deme..." Bomba breathed. "You're only saying that because she looks like you babe." Tugger entered the room. "And this is... Bombas boyfriend, who is apparently still dating her, Tugger." He smiled at the child, making her swoon a little. "Don't you dare do what you did to my sister to my daughter as well. I don't need two family members in the Tugger trance." Suddenly, a black haired figure walked in. "And this," She said, pointing to the man, "is your father Jemi." The little girls eyes widened as she beamed up at him. "Hey Jemi, it's been a long time hasn't it?" "Papa!" Jemima cried, leaping into her fathers arms. "You've grown so much! Last time I saw you, you were just a baby!" He said, smiling at Demeter as his 'daughter' cuddled him. "Come on Jemi, you need your sleep, you haven't had it for a few days..." And with that, Demeter took the girl out of her fathers arms and placed her down on the bed. She snuggled up next to her and sighed. Bomba and Tugger crept out as Munk joined Deme and hugged her tightly.

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"They are perfect for each other aren't they?" Bomba asked her boyfriend as she poured them coffee. "I guess so..." He slid his hands round her waist and kissed her neck. "But not as perfect as us." "Tugger! Jemi's in the next room!" "Fine!" There was suddenly a sharp rap on the door which made the couple turn around. "Who on earth could that be?" Bomba wondered. "I have no idea, why don't you answer the door then?" "Oh shut up Tugs." Bomba walked towards the door, keeping an eye on her boyfriends hands whilst smirking and opened it. There stood the police chief Skimbleshanks with a worried look on his face.

"Good evening chief Skimble, how can we help you?" "I was just coming to warn you..." He took a deep breath. "Macavity's back..."

Suddenly, Demeter rushed through the doorway from the spare bedroom. "What?" Munkustrap came to her side and hugged her tightly as she started to sob. "I thought we had finally got away..." She whispered, looking at Jemima sleeping soundly.

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