Just a random one-shot I thought up while lying in bed at night. It takes place a few hours after Galileo and Scaramouche escape from the hospital, before they reach the wasteland.

Based on the Toronto cast.

Read and enjoy!

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" I don't even know why I'm traveling with you! I mean, I could easily make it out here on my own! I don't need to be clinging to a guy all the time like a stupid Teen Queen!"

Galileo let out a sigh. It was nearing the hundredth time the girl had said that and it was beginning to wear his nerves thin. His head was killing him, the cold was beginning to set in as the sun dipped farther down in the sky and the purple haired girl wouldn't shut up for a few seconds. The only funny thing in the situation was that no matter how many times the girl repeated that she could make it on her own, she still wouldn't leave him. He wasn't sure why but... he was glad she didn't just up and leave the moment they got out of the hospital, when she easily could have.

Even though she was immensely stubborn and her sharp attitude kept him on his toes, he was happy just to be walking with her. He barely knew her yet he felt more relaxed than he did in his entire life. She was spunky, with her long purple and black hair pulled into it's many ponytails, her baggy dark clothing and her pierced nose and ears. He like it. If only she would tell him her name, even if it was a Ga Ga one.

Scaramouche? Scaramouche? Will you do the fandango?

He stumbled slightly, his hand reaching up to grip the side of his head as the sudden rush of voices faded almost as soon as they had appeared. That single phrase seemed to repeat itself whenever he looked at her and she would always demand to know why he was staring at her with a blank, idiotic look in his face. But he couldn't help it.

Scaramouche...

As she stomped ahead of him, her heavy combat boots making dust clouds and couldn't help but stare some more, feeling his face flush slightly. The name Scaramouche, it seemed to fit her perfectly. It was wild, rebellious, free... it was her. There was only one thing he was still wondering.

What the hell was doing the fandango?

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