A/N; I don't own Cats or the song.

Electra was on her own again, lonely, and feeling lonely and dejected as ever. She began to sing the song which she had sung so often recently, in her soft quiet voice, knowing that there was no-one there to hear.

I heard there was a secret chord

That David played and it pleased the lord

But you don't really care for music, do ya?

She had no idea who her 'David' was, but she didn't care. They were only words that she used to calm and console herself.

It goes like this; the fourth, the fifth

The mighty fall and the major lift

Man, how much she needed a major lift after her mighty fall…

The baffled king composed and hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

That's all she could say. Hallelujah, I'm flippin' alive! What else was there to say?

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on a roof

A beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya

She was, of course, referring to her lucky sister Etcetera who was now dating Mungojerrie. She was the only one of their little group of friends who hadn't found that special someone. She doubted she would.

She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the hallelujah…

Plato slunk in the shadows, heart broken. Victoria had left him for Mistoffelees. He heard soft singing in the distance, and followed it until he could see Electra. The words… they kind of fitted him theoretically. Inside, it did feel like Victoria had tied him down, beaten him up and broken him down. They kind of had a few things in common…

Silently, he watched Electra in the shadow of an abandoned washing machine.

Maybe there's a god above

And all I ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

That was Plato, down to the ground at the moment. He felt just about ready to rip Mistoffelees and Victoria apart. How did she know that those were the feelings he felt as well? It had to be magic.

And it's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light –

It's a cold, and it's a broken hallelujah…

Electra stopped singing at that point, and began to cry. Plato's heart leapt out to her. They were feeling the same feelings, they had so much in common!

Plato appeared out of the shadows and slowly walked up behind the dark queen.

Electra felt a paw on her shoulder. She quickly spun around to face who it was, desperately blotting away her tears.

"Oh, it's you Plato! Sorry – I…" Electra desperately tried to think of an explanation.

"You've got a beautiful voice you know." Plato cut across softly.

"You heard me?" Electra was astonished to hear that, blinking a couple of times.

"I didn't expect to. You made me realise we had… a lot in common."

That was one thing Electra was not expecting to hear.

"In common? We – you – I – what about you and Victoria? You and she…" Electra stumbled to find words.

"Are not longer together. She left me for Mistoffelees." His eyes held certain warmth that she had never seen before.

Now what he had said began to make sense…

"Last week, you said you made a wish on a shooting star. What was it?" Plato asked softly, one paw subconsciously sliding around her waist.

She closed her eyes, before taking another step closer to the rust and white tom. She gazed into his eyes and replied in her soft quiet voice,

"That I would find the tom that really loved me."

"That one might just have come true…" Plato cautiously bent his head down and kissed Electra on the forehead.

Electra looked at Plato questioningly, before returning the kiss. Tears returned to her eyes, but this time in happiness. Together, for the last time, Plato and Electra finished,

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah,

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah...

THE END