A/N: This is for BroadwayKhaos's Random Jellicle Week contest. And *sigh*… yes, it's another Demeter/Macavity fic… Can't help it, I love them.

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Demeter watched her mate closely as he paced around his den. He read her mind again. Whenever she acted suspiciously to him, he always read her mind. The gold queen sat on his bed with her legs crossed as he was deep in thought. She'd closed off her mind since then, but he didn't seem to care; all that did matter was what he had seen, and he wasn't happy about it in the least.

"You saw him…" he muttered under his breath as he stared at the walls.

Demeter attempted to sooth him; "Mac, It wasn't like I planned it. He was at the same place as I was." A tom that they both knew he despised was walking around the streets earlier that day. Deme had known him once in the Junkyard, and had been his friend.

He snorted and rolled his eyes, "But you did plan talking to him, didn't you? And also planned on not telling me about." He refused to look at her as he continued his pacing

Demeter shook her head, "I didn't think it was important."

Macavity swiftly turned to look at her with a red face smeared with inferno, "You know how I feel about Munkustrap!" he growled loudly.

Demeter jumped back, gripping the bed sheets nervously, "Why are you taking this so seriously? He was my friend!"

"But he's always been my enemy!" he countered angrily. His tone quickly quieted, "You knew that… Ever since the Junkyard, you knew that. He was always the apple of Old Deuteronomy's eyes… the good tom. The favorite son…The finest protector… The perfect tom to mate..."

The gold queen sighed quietly. Macavity knew he was pushing the subject. He was trying to get her to say something that he'd want to hear, but she could only think to say of the worst possible thing. Demeter stood up, trying to look as tall as he was. All he did was look down at her with his eyes edged in darkness. She found the courage to look into his twisted face, "Why must you be so jealous of him? He's your brother!"

"Half…" he stated darkly. He stared her down at her just to make sure he had the upper hand in intimidation, "He was my half-brother, when I-… we were back at the Junkyard."

Demeter felt her eyes welling up in hurt. He didn't even care anymore. Not about her, or her original family; or his for that matter. "You promised me we wouldn't have to worry about that anymore, though. You said you'd focus on us…"

Macavity growled, "I say a lot of things, Deme…" he whispered, staring at her. He suddenly stroked her cheek with the back of his paw. It was filled with warmth and love to her. "But what I said about us is true… I just don't want Munkustrap" he saidthe name of his detested brother disgustedly, "-to be a part of it."

Demeter blinked away a frustrated tear, "But he isn't…" she whispered.

Macavity's touch suddenly turned cold as he took his paw back, "You make that hard to believe by betraying me…"

The gold queen glared at him, "I did not betray you!" she exclaimed, "Why can't you understand that!"

The ginger tom returned her glare and quickly walked past her and his bed, "You're upset…" he stated flatly.,

"And you don't care, do you…?" she said quietly. "You'll never listen…" Deme turned away from him and gazed at the door longingly. She didn't want to fight with him. They were never the same after any fight, as if their relationship was bruised each time, and becoming angry over talking to his brother- half-brother was pushing her to the edge. "You can't just freak out every time I meet someone from the Junkyard; they are my family as much as they are yours-"

Macavity stepped forward and gritted his teeth, "They are not my family any more…" he said with a low, stern voice.

"Well they're my family, and until you accept that…" she paused, unsure of what to threaten him with, except the ultimatum that would break her heart. Would she dare leap that far just to win this argument?

The ginger tom growled and walked back to his desk where his real work waited, "I'm sorry I can't satisfy every demand you want of me, Deme…" he said finally. The gold queen stared back at him with tears in her eyes; He refused to give…. Refused to see her hurt…. With a sharp glare, Demeter strutted out his door, and slammed it behind her, never looking back. What she didn't see was Macavity looking back to see if she really had left…

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The last place the gold queen remembered being was the curb, dejected and alone. Macavity hadn't bothered to follow her, and she didn't want to go back now that he seemed as if he… he didn't care. Demeter combed her claws through her fur as the lamplight washed over her. There wasn't any place to go right at the moment, besides going around on London with nothing but herself.

"You know, I hate it when queens are sitting around all alone." Demeter looked up suddenly to see a silver tabby leaning against the lamppost.

"Munk?"

"Especially when they cry." He finished. Munk stood up straight and walked next to her, "You… told him about our talk, didn't you?"

The gold queen sniffed away her spare tears and stared down at her paws, "He read my thoughts and got…upset."

Munkustrap sat down next to her, wrapping a friendly paw around her shoulder, "You want to talk about it?" he asked quietly. Demeter slightly smiled as he swiped the last of her tears with his paw. "Come on, we can go to the Junkyard…visit Bomba maybe?"

The silver tabby helped her up from the curb, and led her down the street with his paw still around her shoulder. Demeter smiled quietly, feeling affection radiate from him and onto her. Unknowingly to the both of them, a ginger tom was watching and listening to their thoughts from a high building. "You did betray me…" Macavity whispered to himself, looking heartbroken. He grimaced as he watched them disappear in the darkness. The Hidden Paw closed his eyes and stood up. "Deme…I loved you…" He glared at nothing, silently filling his dark, jealous heart with a goal in mind. Not about the war and vendetta he had planned for the Junkyard tribe, but a way to gain back the only Jellicle he truly cared about more than anything. "I'll find a way, Deme… I'll get you back…"