A/N: So, this idea just popped into my head when I was trying to write a new chapter to my other We Will Rock You story. I know the concept isn't really that original, but I wanted to try it.

Also the actors I picture when writing this is a mix between the current London cast and the original. I saw the show june 25th, and they were fantastic, so some of the personality they put into the characters are in this.

Warning: The characters may be a little OOC

Meat's POV

I stared at the item in my hand, not certain of what to make of it. Several emotions ran through me; joy, fear, sadness. I felt hot tears well up in my eyes. Dam it! I never used to cry, but these last 8 weeks, I hadn't been able to do much else. I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't me anymore. My hair was limp and lifeless, the collored streaks were gone, as well as all the treasures I used to put in it.

"Meat? You ok in there?" Scaramouche asked, knocking lightly on the door.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I called back, wincing as my voice cracked.

"Ok, but if you're not out in 5 minutes, I'm coming in," She said, and I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the cool wall. I took a deep breath, pulling myself together. I had to tell someone about this. I opened the door; Scaramouche looked at me, concern in her eyes.

"So what set you of this time?" She asked, her hand reaching up to wipe away a tear I hadn't caught. I didn't say anything, just handed her the item in my hand. She looked at it, then back at me, "Oh. Brit?"

"Yes, who else?"

"I know. I'm sorry, it's just, it's been a while. I didn't know if you'd..."

"Scara! Stop it!" How could she think that! I wasn't a slut. Far from it really, I'd never been with anyone else. Ever. I felt the tears coming back.

"I'm sorry!" Scaramouche said, grabbing my arm, "Please don't cry, I didn't mean it like that."

"I know you didn't, hen. It's just hard." She pulled me into a hug, letting me cry into her shoulder. We'd grown very close, these last weeks. Ever since Wembly. She was the only one who had seen me like this. And that was the way I intended to keep it. That's when I decided I wouldn't cry anymore. I had to stay strong. If not for myself, then for the life that was growing inside me.

Scaramouche's POV

I heald the broken girl in my arms as she cried. It'd happened a lot lately. I can't even imagen how she was feeling. It was hard to see her like this. She wasn't the girl I'd met with Gaz, that day by the van. That wonderful raw energy, that I'd felt so atracted to. I'd wanted to be like her. I'd envied her. She had everything I'd wanted in my life. She'd had love. Freedom. Now she had nothing, and I had everything I'd ever wanted. She was supposed to enjoy this new world. This world she had fought for. I felt her pull away from me, and I let her go. She straightened up, drying her tears, and took a deep breath.

"So," I said, "What're you gonna do about this?"

"I'll deal with it, " She said, a new determination in her voice, that I hadn't heard since she lost Brit, "Somehow." A small smile apeared on her lips. "This baby is all that's left of him now. I have to be strong." And I knew she would be.

Sorry for the shortness, but I decided it was best to end it there.

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