Stokley entered the Junkyard after a long walk in the streets. She had bumped into a few henches, but nothing to serious. They were all grunts anyways. She was now looking for something interesting to do.

Queenie sighed from where she is curled up next to her sleeping brother, clearly bored. Ok, the jellicles were welcoming to her, but it was so boring! They wouldn't let her go anywhere without an escort here, and those toms didn't seem to get the fact she wasn't interested in them.

Stokley noticed Quaxo and his sister curled up. She padded over to where they were laying. Maybe someone would want to do something. "Quaxo? Queenie? Anyone awake?" She whispered.

Queenie looked up at her, grinning under the white fur covering her face. “He's sleeping still, but I’m up. Give me two minutes.” She started to wriggle out of her brother's paw without waking him.

"Ok." Stokley replied stepping back with a smile. Finally something to do. She sat off to the side waiting for Queenie.

Queenie nuzzled her brother, who was still fast asleep, before silently padding out of the den, looking very pleased with herself. Queenie grinned broadly. “That Jelly whats-her-name's gonna kill me.”

Stokley looked at her confused, "Why? What did you do?" Jelly wasn't usually one for killing people or getting too angry.

Queenie snuck out giggling a bit. “I'm sorry, but I'm not used to this place...to you people.”

"Oh." Stokley replied, "But why is jelly gonna kill you?"

Queenie replied, “She told me not to. Apparently your leader wants to see me tomorrow morning about something or other.”

"Oh, well Old Deuteronomy's a nice guy." Stoks smiled, "Do you like it here so far?”

Queenie Shrugged, “It's ok...Quaxo's happy too. I just really don't like the toms.”

Stokley rolled her eyes, "Yeah. Toms can be quite the bother..." Stokley scratched her head, "But really there are a few nice toms out there."

“ Yeah…but they all seem after one thing.” She looked up round the junkyard. I came out here earlier when it was quiet…”

"The only tom I really can't stand is Tugger." Sticks out tongue, "What a freak."

 “The mane's cool...Quax recons he's gay.”

Stoks busted out laughing, "Wouldn't surprise me!"

Queenie grinned, “ No one seems to talk about it here, though. It's like you people think it's wrong or whatever...” She replied vaulting up onto the car’s trunk.

"Think what's wrong? To be gay?" Stokley inquired following her onto the trunk.

“ Mmm…” she replied absent-mindedly started washing her face with her pretty white paw.

"I don't think it's wrong." Stoks titled her head to one side, "Maybe some of the other's do but we're really suppose to be open minded and accept everyone... That's how I feel anyways.

Queenie smiled inwardly to herself. Only Quaxo knew about her so far, and he'd promised to keep it quiet until she was ready for people to know.

"So, " Stokley began swishing her tail, "What do you like doing for fun?"

Queenie shrugged. “ Just stuff...I...dance....”

Stokley laughed slightly, "Everyone dances silly! Well I personally dislike dancing..." Goes quite, "But that's just because I want to be like Munkustrap."

“Which one's that?”

"The silver tabby," She replied, "He's the protector."

“Oh him! He seemed up himself to m... “ She stopped mid sentence to watch one of the female cats skip past.

Stokley watches Queenie strangely. She just suddenly stopped talking, "Um... Queenie?"

Queenie jumped, almost falling off the trunk. “Hmm? What?”

"You just dazed off there." Stoks replied, "What happened?"

“Nothing......nothing.....just thinking.”

"Bout what?" Stokley inquired again with a cheeky smile.

Queenie replied, “Doesn't matter.” She started cleaning the white tip of her tail.

Stokley felt a little rejected by the reply, but ignored it. "Oh. Ok."

Queenie went back to being moody as usual, “don't even want to be here anyway...just keeps Quax happy.”

Stokley felt a little angry from the comment, and her temper was starting to rise, "This Junkyard is a great place. Why wouldn't you want to be here?"

“Just leave me alone, Stokley. “ She jumped down, and practically bolting off towards same pipes, straight into the queen she had been watching.

Bombalurina nearly got thrown off her feet; she stumbled back, regaining her balance, "geeze!" She had a startled look on her face.

Queenie picked herself up, hissing before she realized who it was, “oh...er...”

"Hi there...um..." Bombalurina replied. "Don't beleive I know your name?"

Queenie (without her usual frostiness) replied,  “Queenie.....I'm Quaxo's....”

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"Quaxo's what?" Bomba raised an eyebrow, "Girlfriend?"

Queenie frowned, “What? No, no way! I'm his twin.” She bit her lip, tripping over her words, “I...I’m surprised...you didn't think I was him.... most people do...”

"Well i'm pretty sure Quaxo is a male." Bomba smirked, "But then again we can't be to sure."

Queenie let out a nervous giggle, before jumping as she heard Jellylorum calling furiously for her. “Oh god...here we go again…”

"What? Is Jelly after you?" Bomba laughed.

“Mmm....she thinks I'm moonlighting with some tom or whatever...she doesn't know that I’m...” She quickly stopped herself in time before something slipped, “ I should go.”

"Go where?" Bomba replied grabbed her hand, "It's so nice here. Where would you possibly have to go?"

Queenie shivered slightly as she feels the red queen touch her. “ I meant....I meant back to Quax.....he'll be..... “ She stopped herself again, “and surely you'd rather be with your mate.”

Bomba laughed, "I don’t have a mate! What could I possibly want with a tom? Besides, there are no good ones around here." She made disgusted face.

Queenie bit her lip, trying not to look too pleased, “Just.... thought you would do...”

"Don't worry about it." Bomba smiled, "Toms are such a waste of time anyways."

“Yeah...they keep following me.”

"Perverts..." Bombalurina muttered, "They should keep there eyes and... Hands to themselves."

“Mmm…” Queenie replied.

“QUEENIE!” Jellylorum shouted. “I you don't get your tail out here in the next 5 seconds...”

Bombalurina looked in the direction of Jelly's voice, "What a pain. Do you have to go?" Bomba asked looking back at Queenie.

“Yeah…” Queenie looked at her, “Unless...”She swallowed hard, “Yeah, I have to go...”

"Queenie's not here Jelly." Bomba yelled to Jelly, "Now you don't." Bomba smirked.

Queenie grinned, looking up at up her. “You’re naughty...She moved slightly, her tail managing to wind itself partly round Bomba's.

"That's what everyone says." Bomba replied with a purr, "Toms especially..." She muttered.

“They certainly seem to like you...”

"Yeah well... most toms are just interested in one thing... if you get my drift." Bomba winked.

“ Yeah...” She then added without thinking, “That's why I don't like them.”

Bomba made another smirk, "I see."

Queenie blushed furiously, “I didn't just say that. I gotta go.” She then bolted out of the pipe.

Bomb watched the queen dart away and sighed, "It's to bad. I kinda liked her."

<Cut to the night of the jellicle ball.>

 Queenie and Quaxo were seated up on the trunk, watching Rum Tum Tugger. Queenie hissed ducking away as Tugger tried to kiss her, “Piss off!” She hissed.

Bombalurina sat beside Queenie, "Someone's in a nasty mood."

Queenie jumped, blushing when she saw her, “Oh...hi...”

Tugger jumped back at Queenie's response, "You got that straight."

Bomba sneered, "Tugger go bother someone else."

 “Just because the kittens like you, doesn't mean I have to, Tugger.”

Tugger smiled seductively moving towards Bomba, "That’s ok. I have other's in my sights."

Queenie forced herself not to scowl, jumping off the tire as the others move away and, after being spurred on by her brother, starts to dance.

Bombalurina shoved Tugger, "Go away! No one loves you and no one ever will!"

Tugger glared up at her, "That’s nice, thanks."

Stokley saw Queenie dancing and waved, even though the queen didn't seem to like her that much.

Queenie didn’t seem to notice, pulling tumbles and steps that the other cats would either not try or not be able to do.

Bombalurina joins the dance keeping close to Queenie.

Stokley didn't realize she didn't notice her, and thought maybe she was just ignoring her. Stokley Slunk back into the oven sitting with some other cats.

Queenie smiled slightly as she felt the other queen's presence, and lightly brushed her shoulder against hers.

Bomba purred softly just from the quick touch, her tail swished in excitement.

Tugger watched in surprise. What in heavyside was going on?

Queenie said (so only Bomba could hear) “I suppose it's kinda obvious I fancy you now, isn't it?”

"Just a bit." Bomba teased with a grin.

Queenie blushed more, “So...am I in with a chance, or is Quaxo gonna be a stress ball again?”

"I'd say you've got a chance." Bomba replied her finger's making their way down Queenie's back.

Queenie smiled.  “I'm glad...” She let out a purr, letting Bomba pick her up.

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Tugger shook his head in confusion, "What the heck!"

Bomba set Queenie down, "I bet Tugger's having a fit, huh?"

“Bet a lot of them are.” She shyly nuzzles the other queen’s shoulder.

Bomba kissed Queenie's cheek gently, "Yeah but who gives a care what the other's think."

Queenie giggled, “But still...I hate people watching me.”

"Well, we could go somewhere else i suppose." Bomba suggested.

Queenie paused before nodding, “Yeah...”

"Alright, where would you like to go?" She inquired starting to stand up again.

“Anywhere...I don't know the area.”

"We could go sit behind the tire?" Bomba replied toying with the queen’s fur.

Queenie nodded, following her over. It was only them, given as all the others were in the main part of the junk yard for the ball.

Bombalurina sat down watching Queenie. Bomba was new to this kinda thing.

Queenie settled herself beside her, watching the other queen, “What?”

"Nothing." Bomba replied nuzzling up against Queenie. "I'm just new to this, but its ok."

“What? The whole lesbian thing?”

Bomba nodded, "I guess."

Queenie nodded, resting her head against Bomba’s chest, just under her chin, “It's ok.”

"I know." Bomba replied stroking Queenie's head.

Queenie purred softly, “First time I’ve been happy since I got here...”

"Really?" Bomba asked surprised.

“Mmm hmm”.

"I'm pretty happy myself right now." Bomba replied closing her eyes.

Queenie smiled, feeling herself start to drift off.

Bomba set her hand on Queenie's lower back drifting off as well. Bombalurina woke up suddenly. She didn't know why. She just, woke up.

Queenie woke up, feeling her move, “What? What is...” She sensed something. She jumped up, “It's him.”

"Who?" Bomba asked sitting up.

Queenie didn’t answer, she silently climbed up the junk, before vaulting into the junkyard onto Macavity, scratching at him and hissing.

Bomba followed and was shocked to see what Queenie is doing, "Are you insane! Stop that Queenie!"

Queenie didn’t answer; she was getting into a fully-fledged fight with the tom.

"Queenie!" Bomba snapped, "Your gonna get yourself killed!"

Queenie let out a squeal as she was knocked to the floor, bleeding. She hissed at the tom, letting him see her face properly, “Remember me?”

Macavity looked down at the queen, "You!"

Queenie pulled herself up to her feet, “Me.” She flew into him again.

Macavity stepped back taking the impact of her attacking him, "Your such a fool trying to attack me!"

“A brave 'fool' at that.” She was ignoring the rest of the cats come out. “It's better than being your play thing again.” She began circling him, “Don't think I can't remember - I know everything you did to me, even when I was a kit.”

Bombalurina raised a brow, "God Macavity that's sick even for you!"

Macavity snarled at Queenie, "You little-" he grabbed her by the throat.

Queenie bit him, forcing him to let go of her as she leapt at him again, slashing his stomach.

Macavity stumbled back grasping his bite and stomach, "God I hate cats like you." He groaned, his wounds bleeding.

“What? Ones that you force yourself on, or ones that'll stand up to you?”

Macavity sneered at her before running away from the scene.

She watched him go with a hiss, before bolting as fast as she could with her injuries.

Bombalurina followed Queenie.

Tugger scratched his head confused, as ever, "I'm so confused."

"That's because you’re an idiot!" Stokley hissed.

"Queenie?" Bomba called softly. She had lost sight of the queen. She was pretty fast for someone with so many wounds.

Queenie kept running, until her wounds forced her to stop and collapse in the shade of an old box that had been left around. She was bleeding all over, she could feel it... even on her face. Bombalurina wouldn't want her, not now she knew. A queen like that wouldn't want used goods when she could have any one.

Bomba saw her lying on the ground. She rushed over to her, "Queenie! Oh my god!" She panicked on her knee's seeing how much blood had been lost. "Queenie?" A few tears rolled down her cheeks.

Queenie shifted slightly as she heard Bomba over the storm that has built up, “B...Bomba?

"You, you look terrible." She nuzzled her head against the queen’s shoulder, "Common we gotta get you out of this storm!"

Queenie said softly, “Can't.... it hurts... She moved just enough to be able to rest her head in the other queen's lap, “I'm sorry...”

"But... You can't... I can't..." Bomba sobbed.

Queenie looked up at her, using what strength she had to lick Bomba's nose, “Love you...”

"I Love you too but... You can't die." Bomba cried.

Queenie curled up to her, “Talk to me...I know this is my fault...”

"It's not your fault," Bomba replied stroking her cheek, "Just because Mac did things to you doesn't make it your fault."

Queenie replied softly, “At least you know why I’m like I am… me and Quax never had a home...we were meant to drown...”

Bomba frowed, "No you weren't. If you were ment to drown, you would have drowned. Your here now."

Queenie swallowed, nuzzling closer, “We weren't wanted...he saved our lives.” Tears started slipping down her cheeks, “He said I owed him...”

"You don't owe him." Bomba whimpered. "You don't owe anyone anything!"

Queenie smiled a little.  “You're the... “She stopped and whimpered, ”The only thing that...that can make me forget....”

Bomba cried harder, "Come on, you can make it. You can. I have faith in you..." Bomba kissed Queenie.

Queenie started to fall asleep against her.

Bomba carried Queenie back to her home with the humans and meowed for minutes until the humans came to her.

The Male owner cursed, “That bloody cat! Can she never use a cat flap?”

Female Owner replied, “I guess not.”

Their 10 year old twins rush out into the rain as soon as the door is opening. The first Girl saw Bomba and said, “Fluffy!”

Bomba thought silently to herself, "God I hate that name..."

The girl picked her up, cuddling her as the other one notices Queenie. The second girl asked, “Mummy! Why is Fluffy's friend bleeding?”

The Mother shrieked, "Oh my! Get her in the house." The mother picked up Queenie in her jacket and carried her into the house gently.

Queenie was shaking, clearly terrified at being separated from Bomba. But this human seemed...nice...nicer than any she'd known, at least. And Bomba trusted her, so she must’ve be ok.

The mother cleaned Queenie off and tended her wounds gently trying not to hurt her. She later let her roam the house.

Queenie pattered straight to Bomba, curling up with her in her basket despite the fact the humans have made her up a separate bed near their fire.

Bombalurina kissed Queenie's cheek. "I'm so glad your ok. I really am. The humans might be confused as to why we're so affectionate though."

“Then they can just adjust to having lesbian cats.” She nuzzled against her, grinning teasingly,
”fluffy…”

Bomba scowled at her playfully, "Don't ever call me that..."

Queenie purred, “Fluffy..” She kissed her neck.

Bomba purred her eyes rolling back in delight.

One of the  Girls said, “Mummy! We have to name her!” She pointed at how the two queens were curled up, “We have to keep her now they're in love.”

Bomba smirked at Queenie, "Human kids..."

“I know, Fluffy.” She grinned at her.

"Just wait till they give you a stupid name and we'll see who's laughing." Bomba scowled at her with a smile.

“But you love me too much to argue when I call you by it.”

The mother re-entered the room, "I suppose we need a name for our new kitty. How's Blacky sound?"

Queenie looked at Bomba, “Don't you dare laugh...”

Bomba was trying her hardest not to laugh but it slipped. She busted out laughing, "Oh my that’s worse then Fluffy!"

Queenie scowled “If I wasn't injured, I’d pounce on you right now.” She delicately got out of the basket, pattering over to where the mother was sitting, and nuzzling her hand to say thank you.

"Suck up..." Bomba teased watching her.

One Girl remarked, “Blacky's pretty.”

The other giggled, “Fluffy's sulking.”

"Am not..." Bomba glared at the girl.

Queenie grinned, jumping onto the sofa the minute the father moved, “Gonna join me?

Bomba smiles and nodded jumping up beside her.

Queenie meowed  and nuzzled against her.

The mother watched pondering to herself. "Hun, isn't it odd that they’re both female and there doing that?"

Bomba glares up at her, "Stupid human! I will end you!"

He Father replied quietly, “ I think we may have lesbian cats...”

One of the Girls asked, “Daddy, what's a lesbian?”

The mother walked to her daughter, "Lets go play with your toys." Obviously the mother doesn't want to keep on that convo...

Bomba glares at the mother as she leaves then looks up at the man.

“Well fluffy...at least we don't have to worry about kittens for you now, eh? The father ruffled her fur.

"Guess not." She nuzzled against the mans leg.

Queenie purred, and nuzzled closer to Bomba.

Bomba nuzzled Queenie back.

Mother re-enters room, without the girl.

Queenie began softly, “I hope Quax isn't worried about me...”

Bombalurina looks at her, "You should tell him that you’re staying here." She paused, "Or better yet he can stay here too!"

“Mmm......that may cause problems though…”

Bomba tilted her head to one side, "Why?"

Queenie  smiled broadly, “Surely you can guess.....just because we're both female, doesn't mean we can't.....do anything…”

Bomba smirked, "Oh... I gotcha..."

Queenie giggled, “That's if you want to?”

Bomba pounced off the couch, "Of course I do." She smirked laying on the carpet by the fire.

Queenie jumped down with her, “Is that a hint?”

Bomba looked over at her, "I hint for what?" She teased again.

Queenie grinned, “If you're gonna act innocent, then don't expect me to corrupt you.”

"I'm sorry. I'm just a tease ya'know." She replied.

“I know.” Queenie her head against hers.

Bomba nipped at her ear playfully.

Queenie giggled, letting her tail wrap round Bomba’s.

Mother grabs Queenie by the scruff of the neck, "Knock that off!"

Queenie looked at her with the 'you know the minute you put me down I’ll be doing it again' look.

"What are we going to do with these two?" The mother looked at the father.

The Father replied. “Put the new one down before she launches herself at you? I don't think she likes being picked up.”

The mother set down Queenie, "What if she's dangerous or something...?"

Queenie settled back as she was with Bomba.

“She seems fine, and the kids love her.” The father replied.

"The kids aren't the only ones who love her." Bomba smirked attacking Queenie playfully.

Queenie giggled jumping up and launching herself into the safety of the father's hands, looking very pleased with herself.