Disclaimer: Lyrics to Hijack My Heart by Queen. Original story and concept of WWRY and it's characters belong to Brian May, Ben Elton and the wonderfully talented cast members who have helped to build upon them.

Galileo paced back and forth, walking four steps and then turning to walk four steps in the opposite direction, his hands held up to his head as he brushed his hair backwards consistently with every turn he made. It had been almost an hour since she'd walked out, Meat had insisted that he didn't run after her, that she just needed space to think and wouldn't go very far, that she'd be back once she'd cooled down. He wasn't certain that she was right though, he knew Scaramouche, knew that no matter how much she wanted to return, she wouldn't. And he had gone too far this time, this wasn't Scaramouche over reacting to a small trivial thing such as an unwanted present (although this had disappointed him, the guitar plectrum had made him think of her instantly), he had once again made to leave her alone. Not that he didn't hate being away from her, but at the time it had seemed the best thing to do, keep her where she was safe, he wouldn't have been able to bear knowing that he'd put her in danger.

But that was what she was now. In danger and because of him, he'd upset her to the extent where she'd walked out, vowed never to return. Grinding his teeth together he stopped at the wall and pressed his forehead against the cold bricks, closing his eyes and letting the busy noise of the Bohemians worried chatter wash over him. He shouldn't have let her leave, he should have physically stopped her, demanded that as her boyfriend, she listen to him and stay put. It had always been a problem of his, being domineering was something he found extremely difficult, especially when Scaramouche was concerned, hell she was dominant enough for the both of them, she'd never back down when she thought she was right, and that was most of the time.

Charlotte put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he opened his eyes briefly to recognise that it was her and then closed them again, "She'll be back mate, you know what she's like..." - that was the exact problem. Galileo knew what she was like and that was stubborn. Once she'd set her mind on something, she'd follow through with it, even if it was stupid and dangerous and- god she made him mad. But had that not been the thing that had first attracted him to her? The fact that she could so easily wind him up and make him feel small and stupid, but bring him right back up again with just a few small words.

'Oh baby what's become of me?
You hijacked my heart
Now you got a hold on me.'

He winced as the words echoed in his head. Not now, god not now. His mind was already aching from thinking about everything else that was going on, he didn't need to hear those words. Trying to block them out he opened his eyes wide and pulled his head away from the wall, turning to face everyone and coughing loudly so that they all turned around to his attention.

"I-I-I'm g-going to f-find her." he stated, "Alone."

Meat approached him, her hand outstretched as if to take his, "You can't go out on your own, there's spies everywhere- you'll get caught! I'll come with you, we'll find her together?"

Galileo turned from her, ignoring her gesture. "Sp-spies? N-now you're w-worried about spies? You didn't seem too concerned when you persuaded me to bring him back with us." he glared towards a tall man who stood silently in the corner, uninterested it appeared by the matter of Scaramouches disappearance. He was now dressed in tight jeans, silver chains hanging around them like a belt and what had once been a black t-shirt, but had had the sleeves torn off, so now resembled a tanktop. For all his efforts to mess up his mass of blonde hair he still didn't seem to look quite the part like the other Bohemians did. Even the eyeliner that he had applied looked too neat and purposeful.

An ex member of the boyzone. That's what he had told them both when they'd come across him. Once in close contact with the Killer Queen herself but now converted to the way of Rock and Roll. Galileo hadn't believed him, his stuck-up mannerisms just didn't seem to fit with who he now claimed to be. But Meat had trusted him and knowing that out of the whole group she was the most suspicious of outsiders, Galileo had believed her judgement and allowed the man to join them on their journey home to the Heartbreak. But he made Galileo feel uneasy, he had probed him constantly about the things that he heard, the dreams that he had. Galileo had shrugged off his questions but the man had been persistent, not settling for brief answers, clearly wanting to know every detail about the sounds that resonated inside the Dreamers head.

"Well, we've not been caught yet have we? And besides, security on this place is the highest it's ever been. They won't find us again. If he were a spy, do you think we'd still be here?" she frowned at him.

"No... n-not y-y-yet we've not." he gave her an uneasy glance, "Like I s-s-said before, I'm g-g-going alone. She's m-more likely to come back if it's ju-just me."

"Let him go." the man finally looked up from his spot, a small smirk creeping across his pouted lips. "He's right, she'll never return if all of us go. There's more of a chance of being caught if there's a big group of us."

Galileo still refused to deliver a kind expression to the man, even though he was thankful for his opinion. He didn't speak, nor bid the Bohemians goodbye, instead he pushed his hair back from his face once more and strode out of the Heartbreak Hotel, a determined frown and a furrowed brow. He would find her. He'd make her come back, whether she liked it or not.

He'd been walking for well over an hour and the light mist of rain that lingered in the air when he first set out was now becoming a heavy storm. Glad of his leather jacket he pulled it tighter around his chest and dipped his head down so as not to let the rain obscure his vision. She couldn't have gone too far, he was sure of it, she was a slow walker at the best of times and he doubted that right now she had a particular place she wanted to get to in a hurry. He sighed as he imagined her trawling the streets and then pushed himself to walk faster, not entirely sure of where he was himself.

Another half an hour passed and the storm only seemed to be getting worse, thick heavy clouds had formed in the sky and although it was nearing dawn they blocked out any possibility of light to aid Galileo's search. His path was beginning to flood and cold rain water oozed through the ends of his battered boots, not that he noticed anymore for he had lost all of the feeling in his toes. His teeth chattered together as he looked up once again to see if he had any recognition of where he was. None came to him. He knew he'd have to stop soon for a break, he hadn't slept in over a day and his legs were becoming tired. Placing a hand over his brow so as to stop the rainfall dripping into his eyes he squinted, noticing what seemed to be a burnt out combi van in the distance. A small smile escaped but it lasted only a second, the van resembled the one that he and Scaramouche had once spent a night in, the one in which they had first declared their love for each other, amongst other things.

Knowing that it was his only chance of shelter he made to walk towards the van, struggling slightly as the mud on his path became thicker and deeper. As he gained in distance he realised that this was the reason for the van being abandoned, it had obviously gotten stuck previously and the owners in their frustration had left it. Whether they had burnt it out themselves, or whether it had been an act of some rebellious kids he wasn't sure. All he knew was that it would be drier on the inside than it was where he stood. Battling against the uneven ground he finally made it to the door that had already been slid slightly ajar. It's rusty sharp edges prompted Galileo to pull the sleeves of his jacket over the palms of his hand, to serve as a form of protection from the jagged edge.

Pulling the door back fully he gasped nervously, noticing that it was already occupied. In the shadows a small figure had curled itself up, it's head bent low. It looked up suddenly, brandishing an object that glinted in the little light that seeped into the vehicle. He saw the hand holding it recline however as the figure lifted it's head, it's eyes catching his, realisation hitting the two of them.

"You." Scaramouche growled, recurling herself back into a ball.

He nodded carefully, climbing into the van and sitting across from her. His eyes flickered over her appearance, she seemed worse off for the weather than he did, her hair was more tangled than it had been when she'd left and it's usual bright colour was dulled due to how wet it had become. His shirt that she wore was torn as though she'd caught it on something sharp and the soles of her feet were caked in the mud that he had fought against outside.

"Sc-Scaramouche." Galileo stated, "I've c-come to t-t-take you home."

She shook her head fiercely and crossed her arms over her chest tightly. "Just piss off will you? You're wasting your time Gazza. It's over." she kept her head bent low so as not to let him see that she'd been crying, nor that she was on the verge of tears now.

"N-no Scaramouche!" he protested, edging closer to her, "You're n-not winning this one! You're coming home with me, whether you l-like it or not." he stretched a hand out and gripped it around her wrist, she winced and snatched it back, cradling it to her chest. It was then that he saw the object that she had brandished at him earlier.

His own penknife, it had been left in the pocket of his jeans that she wore, it was old and slightly rusting, with a black handle. He recognised it immediately, it had been his old friend during his time at school, at the time it seemed to solve so many problems, blur the sounds in his head. He'd considered using it again over the year but she'd always convinced him not too, always persuaded him that it was a stupid idea. And now here she was, contradicting herself.

"You didn't?" he hurried to her side, "How could you be so... So... Idiotic?!"

She scowled deeply and threw her wrist back at him, "I didn't! I'm not you Gaz-" she sniffed, "I couldn't bring myself to do it... Not properly..." she turned her arm over and revealed a row of small cuts, oozing fresh blood, "I can't do anything fucking right, can I? I can't run away properly and I can't even end it all..." she took a sharp intake of breath as Galileo tore the bottom from his tank top and began to clean the cuts. "I'm not going back. I mean it! I can't, they'll all hate me now anyway... Stupid little Scaramouche, walking out because she's not the centre of attention..."

"But you have to go b-back." Galileo stared at her in confusement, as if it were the most obvious thing and she should have known it all along, "You're not safe here, what if you're caught? They'll k-k-kill you." he bit his bottom lip hard and continued to gaze at her, unsure what he was waiting for. A reaction? A decision? An agreement?

"Well, I can't manage to do it my bloody self can I? They'd be doing me a favour." she mumbled, almost inaudibly.

He gave a lopsided smile, unsure if she was joking. That was the problem with her, he could never tell- her sense of humour was so dry that it was often difficult to distinguish whether or not she was being sarcastic or actually saying what she thought, or in some cases, saying what she thought but disguising it as a joke. He sighed and continued to wipe at her cuts, eventually tying the ripped pieces of his tank top around them to stop the bleeding. He remained silent, the longer they weren't speaking, the longer he had to trick himself into believing she was coming back with him.

It was her who spoke first, making him jump slightly. His cheeks flushed a darker shade and he pursed his lips together, taking his gaze up to hers and then dropping it down to her mouth as she spoke.

"Funny really, isn't it? It all started in that van. Us that is... That's why I came here, I spotted it in the distance and it reminded me of that day. It's only right that it should end here." she didn't know precisely what 'it' was. Their relationship? Their love? Their lives? Perhaps all three if the Killer Queens army found them. She then proceeded to do something that un-nerved Galileo at first. A small glint lit up inside her eyes and a small chesty giggle emitted from her now smiling lips.

"What's so funny?" Galileo watched her curiously. She shook her head and tried to compose herself, but it was no use. Once she'd started laughing, it was usually difficult to stop her.

"I-" she gulped a large breath, "I was just remembering... That first time in the van," she laughed again, "how awkward it was. I was so nervous- and so were you!"

He raised an eyebrow, "Scaramouche, I really don't think now is the time to laugh at my performance..."

"You wouldn't even take your socks off!"

"Well... It was co-cold. Just c-c-cut it out, will y-you? Now's n-not the time." his cheeks once again flushed, this time a deep crimson.

She smiled, that smile that made him crumble. Even beneath her smeared makeup and tear tracked face it shone. He wasn't aware if others saw it the way he did, perhaps it was just his eyes, his vision that made it look as if her entire spirit was collected in that one upturn of the corners of her mouth. Just that small motion made his heart skip a beat.

"Everything changed so quickly, didn't it?" she kept asking questions, but he was sure she didn't intend for him to answer. "When did it all change? When did that awkwardness disappear? We're so comfortable with each other... Maybe that's the problem."

"It's not a pr-problem." Galileo pointed out, "It's just how we're meant to be."

"That's the thing though Gazza," she sighed, "I don't think we are meant to be." she cupped a hand around his face and stroked her thumb across his cheek, her eyes delving into his. They seemed to empty, so helpless, like a scolded puppy. Maybe he sensed her deep concentration on them, for he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, opening them slowly, trying to look a little less pathetic. How could he not though? She was everything to him.

"Out into the night! Out into the streets! We're rebels now! 'Cause baby, we were born to run!" he repeated the words that he had once said to her before, just after their first meeting, ones that he had heard in his head well before knowing what they meant. She nodded at him, showing him that she understood, that she acknowledged that he'd said them before. How it was possible for such a small movement to say so many things he didn't know.

"But when do we stop running? When do we just... Give up?"

"We d-d-don't." he leant forwards and placed a small kiss on her forehead. "And that's w-why you have to come b-b-back with me."