A/N: Ok so even though I have a crazy hectic life I still find myself needing to write and lately I've been craving a challenge.
So while I know I'm in the middle of writing an actual story, I'm just going to use this as an escape for when I'm stuck or frustrated and just feel like writing something that has nothing to do with the storyline of Keep Yourself Alive.
That being said I can't guarantee how often I'll post a new part on this. Keep in mind that it's not a continuous chapter story, it's a bunch of drabbles pretty much. And to make it more of a challenge I decided to write each drabble based on the title of a Queen song, naturally. It's pretty much like a word challenge just in the spirit of Queen, and unless I really want to go there, they won't have anything to do with the actual lyrics, just taking wwry and applying it to the actual title of the current Queen song. Make sense?... well to me it does lol so Enjoy! And please leave me some feedback! I love it so.
Disclaimer: I don't own wwry or Misfire, which is by Queen. Not me. Dammit.
Misfire-From the Album Sheer Heart Attack
We're currently sitting around the bar, happily enjoying a few drinks while sharing stories from our past. Pop surely has the most interesting background, from what he remembers. Oz definitely has the most tragic but that's only because of how it ended, with her best friend and baby being killed in front of her that fateful night. Burton's an interesting case. He was actually a Secret Police in training before he joined the ranks of the bohemians. He had always hated Globalsoft but like myself and Figgy he was unaware of the resistance. At least until he began his training. He used Globalsoft and their attempts at finding the bohemians to lead him to who he now considers his family.
We just finished our first 'concert' as Pop had called it and amazingly, through some miracle, the power of our songs had brought the bohemians souls back. Thank the rock gods for that one. There was no way I could live and maintain my sanity if Pop and Figgy were the only two people for me to talk to. I wonder if it's possible to lose brain cells due to the company around you? Though, we do make quite the trio. Pop has the memories of the past, I have the brains when it came to the more technical and… obvious stuff and Figgy, well he has the dreams, the words. And as much as I had thought him crazy at first for it, I couldn't imagine him without it now. How I love him so much without knowing anything about him I'll never know. Ignorance really is bliss.
Sitting beside Figgy I was turned towards Oz who was sitting to my right and was caught up talking about those mah gah zeens from the past. They sounded awfully interesting, containing in depth interviews with rock bands and pictures to accompany them, and the best part was you could hold it, touch it.
"Wanna go to bed soon?" Figgy whispered in my ear as he slid his arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest, nearly causing me to fall off the barstool.
"That might be a good idea, I am pretty tired." I tell him, adding a little yawn for effect. I watch as his face falls a little bit before he quickly covers it up with a small smile. He is so easy.
"I guess sleep would be best then." He smiled still, dropping a kiss to my forehead.
I swooned then. Yes, swooned. I felt my heart swell, which was quite the feeling. Which was then replaced with another feeling, one I wasn't about to deny.
"Well, eventually of course. I think I definitely have some extra energy to burn off, Shagileo." I practically purr in his ear. Damn I'm good.
I watch his face light up and his cheeks take on a slight rosy colour he then glances around the bar, I assume to check if anyone heard. They didn't though, everyone was caught up in the afterglow of our success, well that and the booze we had been consuming.
"Shagileo?" Oz coughs in amusement from behind me and Figgy scratches his head in embarrassment. Damn I had forgotten about her.
Suddenly, before I could even fire back a clever remark the bar was being invaded by a group of SP's. I guess they didn't expect to find the main cause of the current uproar to be partying in the dingy bar because I notice quickly there are only about 5 of them. Their numbers don't stop them from pulling out their lasers though and I notice as not one, but two of them spot and take aim at Figgy.
I don't know why but I suddenly feel the need to protect him. And I do just that. I feel like I'm watching this all happen from a far and I watch as I throw myself at him, his face portrays shock and suddenly I feel a fascinating pain envelop my body before the pain turns to warmth.
I continue to watch as my body slumps in his arms and he nearly falters at the sudden shift in weight. I hear him call out my name but it sounds so far away. He doesn't get a response and I see his face contort to show a look of fear? Why is he scared? He needs to run before the SP's decide to fire at him again. And I really don't feel like taking another blow to my body, which he's still holding to his chest.
Oz grabs him then and pulls him behind the bar and I watch as we disappear behind the wooden structure. I look around and see Pop, Madonna, Burton, Avril and many of the other bohemians, including Clay, fighting against the SP's. Even though the SP's hold the guns they're still highly outnumbered and thankfully I get to watch as my friends take them down.
I feel a sharp pain in my chest which distracts me from the battle. What the hell? I assume Oz and Figgy have something to do with this so I walk around to see them behind the bar.
I'm currently lying on the dirty floor with my head being cradled in Figgy's lap. Oz is prodding my body, most currently my chest, which explains the sudden pain. I try to tell her to stop but apparently I have no voice at the moment. Shit.
I look at Figgy again and notice he's crying. I keep hearing him whisper words to me, it sounds almost like he's begging. That's embarrassing. I hate when people beg. It's annoying and pisses me off.
We're interrupted then as Burton runs over to us, out of breath.
"We gotta get out of-" He stops abruptly and I assume he's just now seen me lying on the floor. "Christ."
"Let's go!" Madonna yells to the four of us from the door.
"I'm not leaving her." Figgy mutters as he remains kneeling on the floor.
I'm about to swat him across the head and yell at him to get his ass moving before more SP's show up but Burton cuts in front of me and lift's my body into his own arms. I almost laugh then at Figgy's face. He looks baffled. And lost. Oz grabs him by the arm and pulls at him to stand, which he does. Something must have clicked in his brain because now he's running to the door and I'm left to try and catch up.
I'm suddenly terrified of falling behind and losing site of everyone but they're all moving so fast and I'm having trouble keeping up. I stop and close my eyes tightly and when I open them I'm in pain and looking up at Burton. I let out a groan and he looks down at me.
"Scaramouche! We're almost safe, stay with us." He tells me, glancing back and forth between me and in front of us.
I nod my head weakly, swallowing hard at the consistent pain that's throbbing through my body. I begin to feel that warm tingly feeling start to take over the throbbing and it dawned on me what was happening. I'm dying. I had taken two shots of laser beam to my small body and it was really beginning to take its toll.
I cry Figgy's name but I don't know if it makes it past my lips as I'm soon surrounded by a white light. I no longer feel any pain. I feel a slight tug, something is pulling at me but I can't find anything as I look around, other then that I feel peaceful. It's actually kind of nice.
I closed my eyes only seconds ago but now that I've opened them I feel that pain start to return. Oh and it's getting stronger, shit. I don't feel all that peaceful anymore but I still feel that tug. I can now recognize that something's pulling at my right hand. It's dark now though so I can't see anything, another contrast to what I was dealing with only a matter of seconds ago. The pain has now leveled out, which is nice. It's not as strong as I remember it being, but it's still uncomfortable.
I try to move my hand, pull it closer to my face so I can see it but something else is holding it still and I feel its grip tighten. This sucks. I'm getting frustrated. I close my eyes tightly and groan.
"Scaramouche?" I hear Figgy's voice call to me, it's scratchy but strong. I think I'm just hearing things but as I open my eyes and my vision clears I can see him in front of me, his face full of hope.
"Wake up baby. C'mon." He coaxes as I feel him run his hand through my hair. I use my free hand to rub at my eyes, why the hell didn't I think to use that hand before? And then there's pain. Ah, that might be why.
I shut my eyes and cringe, which creates more pain and at that moment I try to get back to my place of white light and peacefulness. But apparently that's not allowed.
"No, stay with me Scaramouche. Please. Please open your eyes again." Figgy pleads with me. I wonder if he knows that I'm trying to get away. I keep my eyes closed in resistance but the pain continues.
"Hurts." I hear myself moan involuntarily. My throat is dry and my moan came out more in a whisper then anything.
"You got shot by two laser beams, it's a surprise you're still here." I hear Madonna's gruff voice tell me, as if I didn't know. This makes me open my eyes again to glare at him. What an idiot.
"Thank god." Figgy sighs and I revel in the feel of his kisses being laid on my face, that's definitely helping with the pain.
"Water?" I ask weakly when he stops and buries his face into my hair. He quickly reaches over to a table I can't see and guides a straw to my lips. As I sip through the straw I feel more pain in my chest and tears immediately form in my eyes but I fight through it to sooth my throat.
"Where do you hurt?" Figgy asks gently, I guess he noticed the tears because he's now wiping them away with the pads of his thumbs. I give him a look that tells him that was a stupid question and instead of fighting back he just smiles and kisses my forehead. Whispering 'I love you' before sitting up again.
"Where are we?" I ask when I realize there's a big chunk of events I must have missed. I mean the last thing I remember is being carried by Burton and now I was actually lying in a bed being cared for by Figgy and apparently Madonna.
"An old subway station. It's safe, at least it has been since we've been here." Figgy told me, looking up at Madonna who nodded in agreement.
"Which is how long?" I ask trying to piece everything together.
"About 3 days." Figgy answers, giving me a strange look that I'm sure mirrored my own. How had it been 3 days? It felt like only minutes ago we had been running for a new hiding spot, which we apparently found. 3 days ago.
"I'm gonna go tell the others that you're awake. Glad to have you back Scaramouche." Madonna tells me as he kisses the side of my head. What the fuck was that?
"I thought I lost you." Figgy mumbles with his head down, breaking me away from my shock of Madonna's actions.
"It's gonna take more then a couple laser beams for you to get rid of me." I smirk, trying to make light of my near death, I'm guessing I shouldn't tell him that I think I did die for a little bit. Or at least came extremely close to.
"That's not funny." He tells me sternly, finally looking up at me. It's now that I notice he was crying. Well now I felt bad.
"Figgy, I'm here. Alive. And look, still have all my fingers." I smiled, wincing when I wiggled my fingers in front of him. I was shot in the chest, why the hell is everything else hurting?
"Why did you jump in front of the lasers? How could you be so stupid!?" He practically yelled at me, surprising the crap out of me. I almost die and I'm getting yelled at?
"Stupid? Stupid would be letting you take the hit and chancing you dying. The world needs you Galileo." I tell him, leaving out the part where I just didn't want to chance him dying. Me. I actually didn't really think about the rest of it until after it had happened.
"And I need you." Was his broken response. He looked at me with such sad eyes, glossy with tears. It was enough to bring tears to my own eyes. I wanted nothing but to be in his arms in that moment but when I went to move all I felt was a searing pain.
I guess he got what I was trying to do because I was soon wrapped up in his arms. It was physically painful but being in his embrace pushed everything else aside.
"I love you Scaramouche. So much." He whispered hoarsely into my hair causing me to let out a sob, and it never occurred to me before then that I was even crying.
"I love you too." I cried, tightening my arms around him. As we sat there holding each other I figured out that I was crying due to the mass amounts of pain I was currently experiencing and because I had realized just how close I was to never seeing him again. I decided then that I was never going to be the cause of a misfire again. The SP's were never going to get another shot at any of us.