BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY
By: Tess LaCalme

SETTING: A few months after the end of Season 5.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lorne, though I wish I did. The song belongs to Queen. Don't sue me. You'll get pocket lint. The story is short and lame but I just had to write it down. Be gentle in your reviews please.

Stepping up onto the stage at a demon-human mix karaoke bar, a place he had not been for months, Lorne waited until the music started up and began to sing, his voice still as resonant and smooth as ever. Memories flooded back to him slowly like dripping water as he thought back to 6 months ago.

Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I'm just a poor boy,I need no sympathy-
Because I'm easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesn't really matter to me,
To me

His audience was silent and attentive, he smiled slightly as he remembered a time where singing on stage was his entire life. Now...everything was different.

Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now he's dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo, Didn't mean to make you cry-
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

For the life of him, he still couldn't figure out what had caused him to shoot Lindsey. Looking back he realized that Lindsey could have possibly saved them all. But it was too late now. They were all dead. The least he did was make sure they all had a proper burial.

Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Body's aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-I've got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all-

Sometimes he wondered why he existed at all. What was his purpose? For a while he had thought it was to guide Angel along so he could reach his shanshu. But now, he didn't know what to do.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He's just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-can't do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

He didn't know where he was going to go or what he was going to do now. Maybe move to another town, another state, far away from L.A. where only painful memories dwelled. Maybe even open up another Caritas after he had had time to heal.

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,
nothing really matters to me...

He put the microphone back on the stand and paid for his drinks amongst the cheers and clapping of his audience. He smiled and bowed slightly, then put on his trench coat and walked out of the bar to start a new life.

END

Man...I really wish I could've put more in there but the song is enough, don't you think? Review if you want. I just needed to get this out of my system. Thanks.