A/n: I realize I should be working on updating my Harry Potter stories, but ugh! This idea came to me and I REALLY wanted to get it out there. I am a major Rock & Rule fan (such an underrated masterpiece, really) and I just felt the need to write something for the movie!

Slight warning: Omar MAY come off even more of a bastard than he is in the movie. I DO love Omar, but I like seeing him as a prick as well. So be forewarned, Omar fans!

Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own Rock & Rule, sadly. Nelvana owns R&R. But since they're so disappointed in the film and ignore its existance, can I have it? :D

Prologue

All eyes on them. Fame, fortune, their names in lights, VIP parties, sold out concerts...everything was fabulous for the Drats. After several years and failed talent shows, the Drats FINALLY made it to the big shot. They were finally famous and things were going glamorous for them. Right after Mok's Beauty and the Beast concert, the masses finally got a chance to see the great energy and potential of this band. People all over the world became infatuated with them and their music. All was going well for the band...until a couple of months after they defeated Mok.

Angel, the beauty of the group, had begun showing troubling symptoms. Of course for a while after the concert, maybe a week or so, she would often wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, petrified that her nightmares were true and that Mok really did come back. Many a night did Omar have to comfort his girlfriend, reminding her that that mad wrinkled cat man was gone. Gone gone gone. Into another dimension, where that demon he was so obsessed with probably devoured him. Angel would nod, still trembling and obviously terrified.

Then as one week turned into several, Angel kept having the nightmares even more so. She was too tired for rehearsals to even pick up the microphone and sing with Omar. She became jumpy. She basically became a shell of her former careless self after that damned Mok used her for his evil purposes. It shouldn't be surprising she was still terrified, but really, she was probably taking it overboard. Then during one practice, Angel stopped right in the middle of singing their newest song, and rushed outside, throwing up. Her band mates followed her with concern, scared for their friend. Was she really sick? Maybe it was from that pizza they had the night before. Or was she so scared by Mok that she was making herself sick just thinking about it? Nonsense, this was Angel. She would rise above it! ...they hoped.

When her vomiting and every-so-often change of mood didn't cease, Dizzy decided to set up an appointment with the local Ohmtown doctor to have her checked out. As the group drove to the hospital, Omar kept giving worried glances to his girlfriend. Angel tried to smile, obviously forcing one to appear. Dizzy was obviously worried too. He loved Angel, probably more than Omar, but he never voiced his feelings; he didn't want to betray Omar. Besides, he had no shot in Hell. Stretch finally parked the car and he and Dizzy waited in it while Omar led Angel inside, checking in and waiting patiently.

After what seemed like decades, the doctor finally called Angel in. Omar followed closely behind, not wanting to leave her side and wanting to know just what exactly was wrong with his girlfriend. Angel had told the doctor all about her symptoms (and her nightmares in case it would give any more insight), and she had some tests done on her. Now she and Omar were alone in the room, waiting for the doctor to come back in with results of the tests. She was scared and held Omar's hand the entire time.

"Omar, what if it's something bad?" Angel asked, fear evident in her gorgeous blue eyes as she looked to him for comfort.

Omar's mouth thinned into a line, obviously worried as well. He tried being optimistic. "You'll be fine, Angel. Maybe you just have the flu or something. I'm positive." Angel only offered him a weak smile in reply.

After about forty five minutes, the doctor returned, looking over several papers on the clipboard. After several long minutes of silence, the doctor looked up at the two teens and sighed, looking at Angel.

"Miss Angel, the tests we recieved indicate you don't have any cancer or toxins in your body whatsoever..."-Angel and Omar breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at each other-"...but the tests did find something. Angel, I must inform you that you are about over a month pregnant."

That last sentance left the room so eerily quiet, you could hear a pin drop. No, more like a speck of dust. Angel's eyes were widened and her grip on Omar's hand tightened. "You...you can't be serious..." she muttered in disbelief, looking quickly between Omar and the doctor.

At first, Omar was stunned as well, then his surprise was turned into evident anger. "I see," he said quietly, releasing his hand from Angel's grasp. "Well, thank you doctor. We'll be on our way now." And so they left. The car ride back was awkward, some tension was evident between Angel and Omar. Dizzy questioned them about it, but recieved nothing but a cold shoulder. When they returned back to Mylar's backstage, Omar pulled Angel aside as Dizzy and Stretch were getting their instruments ready for another rehearsal. Omar was glowering at Angel, making her shrink back slightly.

"So, you were sleeping around behind my back, were you?" he asked, his voice raising with every word. Angel glared back with equal ice. She stood her ground.

"Omar, I would never do such a thing! You know I love you, and I'd never ever sleep with other men behind your back!" she shot back. Omar crossed his arms stubbornly and leered, making himself seem taller than he already was.

"You didn't? Then how the fuck did you get pregnant? It obviously can't be mine! That night we shagged at Thunder Row, I put on a condom, and when we finished, the thing did not break! So don't say it was a faulty condom, since it was obviously sturdy and that was the only time we've had sex!" Omar scoffed accusingly. "So obviously, you've slept around! You do have a huge male fanbase, you realize!"

"I do realize that, Omar, but I would never betray you!"

"Oh, then I suppose God chose you to be mother to a new baby Jesus or something? Please, Angel, how else can you explain the fact that you're knocked up?" Omar yelled.

Angel bit her lip. She had kept it a secret for a while now and she didn't want to remember it, but the truth just spilled out of her mouth. "I was raped, Omar!"

Omar looked stunned for a split second, but then he rolled his eyes. "I doubt that, Angel! Raped by who?"

"Mok." She clenched her fists tightly, seething. Omar was silent for a while then tugged at his jacket.

"And you expect me to believe that Mok raped you?" he asked, obviously not buying it. "Oh please, Angel! You remember way back before he kidnapped you? You were absolutely smitten with him! I saw your shrine to that freak! You were absolutely in love with him!" He ran a hand through his orange hair in frustration. "You were always jealous of reading or hearing about the girls he brought to bed that weren't you. I bet when Mok first got his hands on you, you were willing to open your legs for him!"

Angel's eyes became shiny, obviously tears were about to pour over. She turned her back on Omar. Little did they know that Dizzy and Stretch heard the declaration of Angel's pregnancy causes, but they didn't come out and say anything, still listening. Angel stomped on the ground with one foot then turned back around to face Omar, face enraged and sad, tears rolling down her beautiful cheeks.

"Whether you believe me or not, Omar, it's the truth. Mok indeed did rape me. And for your information, I was not 'in love' with him. It was a rock star crush. Once I learned of his true colours before he made me unconscious and kidnapped me that night, I loathed him immediately. I would never have slept with him willingly!" she shot back. Omar scoffed again and shook his head.

"Well obviously you liked it since you didn't stop him."

"Don't you think I would have stopped him if I could!?"

It was quiet for a few minutes until Omar finally spoke up.

"Well why don't you have an abortion?" Omar asked, no emotion whatsoever. Angel glared even more at her jerk of a boyfriend.

"You know that goes against my beliefs!" Angel yelled.

"Well? Would you rather have some...thing that turns out as evil as that freak? Or maybe it has some freakish deformity. Hell, why would you keep a thing if it is the product of rape and be reminded of the father every fucking day?" Omar hissed.

"Just because I was raped, that doesn't mean the baby should die because of it!"

"Unbelievable." Omar laughed bitterly, shaking his head.

"Omar, if this is how you're going to act, then we are through!" Angel yelled as Omar turned around to walk back inside. Omar froze in his tracks and turned his head to glare at Angel. Sneering, he said nothing, and pushed his way back inside of Mylar's club and back to the stage, completely ignoring the disbelief on Dizzy's and Stretch's faces at Omar's attitude. Angel stayed outside in the moonlight for a little while longer before slowly coming inside. Dizzy hugged her and Angel tried to look strong in front of him and Stretch.

"Come on, let's go back to practicing," she muttered, going to her piano.

That night, Angel laid in bed, angry with herself and especially with Omar. How dare he act so stubborn! She should have known he was still the jackass from before they hooked up and he saved her at Mok's concert. After he saved her, he seemed gentle and nicer, but apparently his jackassery was still there, just waiting for the perfect time to surface. Of course he'd never change.

And how she loathed Mok. She was indeed in love with him at first, but after he was so greedy and demanding with making Angel betray her whole group, she began to despise him. Since he kidnapped her, the whole trip, he had been showing not-so-subtle sexual interst in the young girl. Angel just shrugged it off, just thinking (and hoping) it was just his way of flattering her so she would sing for him. Then of course, that night they were to go perform back in Ohmtown...Mok had reached his limit. Angel had tried to distract him by pretending to love him and finding him irresistable, yelled at him and called him off for what he really was-a fake-and she was very strong about not wanting to sing for him. He had choked her. Of course, he didn't kill her. If he did that, then he'd never get what he was after. So he let her go and threw her down to the ground, storming off to have his childish yelling rampage in his wig closet. Angel had stayed in the room Mok was just in, her mind reeling.

Then when Zip drugged Angel, following Mok's orders, Angel could only recall faint bits and pieces of what happened after being drugged, but she definitely remembered what pieces that did come to mind. She was strapped in the circular bed where Mok was earlier when she tried distracting him, not being able to get free. Lost memory. Then, she heard her name being called out in his slithery voice, chilling her spine. Her sight was slightly blurry, but there was no mistaking it was indeed Mok, still in his loose robe, coming towards her with a sick smile on his ugly face. Blacked out again. She awoke to the feeling of her clothes being torn apart and she felt so...disgusted being exposed to his sleazy eyes and his long fingers, caressing every curve and contour of her body. Then he violated her. There was no mistaking in that. He raped her into submission to sing, then he triumphantly smirked and then Angel blacked out again. There was no mistaking he finished violating her while she was unconscious again.

And now she began crying into her pillow. Being forced to have Mok's child unnerved her to the core. Curse her morals. And Omar was obviously apathetic about the whole situation. Angel hated being where she was right now. But now that she knew she was pregnant, her nightmares about that night among nightmares of Mok coming back for her became more frequent.

Maybe it was all just a bad dream, Angel told herself. Maybe she would wake up any moment now and things would be back to the way they were before they ever ran into Mok. Trying to cheer herself up (but not very successfully), Angel turned to her side and fell asleep, a black and dreamless sleep.

A/n: So how'd you like it? I'll be adding a few chapters, but it won't be a super long story. Now, I know Omar came off as a huge jerk, but I do believe he would react in a similar way. He may have been caring for Angel in the movie at times, but he was mostly arrogant throughout, so I don't think he'd get rid of his jerkitude. Just my opinion. But I don't hate Omar. Oh no, I do love him. I love caring Omar and I love bastard Omar. *Shrug*

In my head canon, I'd think Mok probably did rape Angel some time during the movie, but it wasn't shown or mentioned. I wouldn't put it past him. I mean, we don't really know EVERYTHING he did to Angel, so who's to say he didn't rape her?

And sorry for using "finally" and "indeed" a million times :P

Next chapter coming soon.