Many thanx to MyraValhallah for the names of Mercury and Bowie, thankyou for the permission to use the names.

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Chapter 1. Life still goes on.

Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and threw back the covers.

She quickly changed into a pair of faded baggy jeans, and an oversized, black t-shirt with a worn out lion on it. Around her waist she tied an old guitar strap.

Eventually she appeared in the main area, which coinsidentally, was a bar. There sat Meat, Charrlotte and Pop stood behind the bar.

She slumped in one of the booths at the back, after grabbing herself a WKD. At fifthteen, none of the others really gave a crap if she drank. For her it kept the dreams quiet ofr a while.

"What's up?" Meat called across the room as she sighed.

"Nothin'" she murmmered.

"We both know that's a lie" Meat whispered, trying to give the troubled teen a hug. But like her mother, Mercury wasn't really one for cuddles, unless it was with a boyfriend. Which she didn't have.

Mercury was so much like her parents it scared everybody. She was practically a mini Scaramouche but with her father's eyes and dazzling smile.

She was always on her mother's old electric guitar, that they'd found when they'd beaten the Killer Queen, for the first time. But unluckily, she always seemed to come back. Hence why they were still in hiding and her parents were still missing.

Mercury treasured the guitar, just as she treasured the photo Pop had given her when she was younger. It was her, her mother and her father. She had to be no older than 1/1 1 1/2. She'd been told that was the night Khashoggi had burnt it down. One of the times he had. The bohiemians had moved to two different Heartbreaks since Mercury had been seperated from her parents.

Mercury sighed, giving in and accepting the hug. "I miss them. Even though I lost them a three, they're a part of me. They're alive Meat." She tapped her temple "they're her prisoners".

"Who's?"

"The Killer Queen. We all are".

In a dark cell, deep under the surface of Planet Mall, was Galileo and Scarramouche. Today was exactly twelve years since they were seperated from their daughter. Scarramouche blamed herself for her ankle, but Galileo refused to believe it was anyone's fault.

For twelve years they ha dbeen beaten, tortured and basically the Killer Queen's playthings. They were silent. Too scared to speak or even whisper. At nightsthey would use their unguarded time well. Plotting. Planning their escape.

"Do ya think she's still out there?" Scaramouche would sometimes ask.

Galileo would always reply with an excuse that he'd seen her in his dreams. Ofcourse, he hadn't. But he didn't want to worry her. "Scara, babe, ofcourse she is." He'd say. calling her babe, was something she now found comforting. Before Mercury she had always been very independant.

On the occaisions they were beaten the'd learnt to keep quiet, up until recent.

"This is against the law!" Scaramouche had shouted, as Galileo had been used as a human punchbag.

"You're against the law!" They'd replied harshly.

Once they'd dropped her at their feet and left, Scaramouche scrambled over to where he way laying and held him in her arms.

"We're getting out of here tonight" he whispered.

"Ok," she managed to reply.

Mercury and Bowie sat across from eachother on her matress. She was playing a new song she'd dreampt up, and was singing it to him.

"You are not alone,

For I am here with you..." She sang.

"Wow. I like it" Bowie told her. "When'd you hear that?"

"Last night" she replied as Pop stuck his head around the door.

"New song Merc?"

"Yea', it's called 'You are not alone".

"It's good."

"Thanks" Mercury blushed.

As night fell, Galileo and Scaramouche prepared their escape. As the guards went off shifts, they lifted the sewage grate outside their cell, after picking the lock.

"This brings back memories" he grinned in the dark.

"Put it away, Shaggileo Giggallo"she said calling him by her old nickname for him.

"Haven't heard that name in a while" he whispered backing her up against the wall in the sewers. Slowly, he pressed his lips to hers. Their first kiss in years.

"Gazza" she moaned against his lips, "We've gotta go" she reminded him.

"Yea', um sorry, I just got, um distracted."

Together they emerged from the sewers, holding hands, to cross the outlands of Planet Mall.

Finally they stumbled to a hault, at the doors of the Heartbreak.

"We're home" she whispered.

"Yea'. We are" he replied softly, slipping his arm around her waist.

They stepped through to find all eyes on them.

oo. how will this pan out? read on to find out. Please review.