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Not too much to say about this one, it kind of has a mind of its own and its a bit shorter, so sorry about that...
Disclaimer: Me: (grabs Galileo) Say it!
Galileo: Um, Esme doesn't own We Will Rock You… can I go now?
Me: No! (hugs Gaz) okay, now you can xD
"Do you think," Galileo started, his voice muffled. "That you could land me standing up?" Once again he was sprawled on the ground with his face pushed into a dusty floor.
"I try," Brit told him, helping him stumble to his feet. "But you're so stubborn, you fall over anyway."
Galileo sighed, rubbing his head which had begun to spin slightly. "Where are we?" he griped.
"Welcome…" Brit spread his arms wide. "…to The Heartbreak Hotel!"
Galileo stared at him for a moment, and then gazed around him; the Heartbreak Hotel looked just like he'd seen it before Khashoggi had burst in and burnt the place down. His blood boiled at the thought, but cooled quickly as he saw Meat bounce into the bar area with her blonde hair wobbling on top of her head, dragging a very familiar looking girl.
"Meat, I don't have time for this, I – oh bugger time after time!" Scaramouche protested before breaking into song.
"Oh, hen, it'll only take a second!" Meat sent desperate puppy dog eyes towards the red head.
"But brit was just telling me about this librarian they rescued from the Seven Seas of Rhye – he's got information about music, Meat, about Rock 'n' Roll!" Scaramouche pulled her hand away from the blonde who pouted furiously. "I'm the Dreamer, I gotta be there before the old git gets so pissed he can't speak!"
"He's a librarian, he's eternally pissed."
"Meat!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa…" Galileo waved his hands around as though he could pause the scene.
"What are you, a fire truck?" Brit stared at him.
"What's going…a fire truck? What?"
"I read it in a magazine… anyway, what?"
"Scaramouche is the Dreamer?" Galileo asked incredulously. "But… but she's a chick!"
Brit rolled his eyes. "Well, if you weren't going to be the Dreamer, she might as well be," he explained, as the two watched Meat plead with the Bad-Arsed Babe. "The descendants of Freddie Mercury and Brian May in one… the complete package – with no arguing…" he looked wistful for a moment.
Galileo frowned. "Aren't you meant to be showing me how this is a bad scenario?"
"I think Scaramouche is going to show you for yourself in a minute…" Brit pointed out.
Galileo turned and looked at her closer; she had deep bags under her eyes like she hadn't slept properly for months. Her hair was halfheartedly tied up, not in her usual, crazy style, but in a weak ponytail which hung limply. Makeup was smeared across her eyes and cheeks and tear tracks stained her pale skin. She looked thin, too thin, the bones off her wrists jutting out, painful to look at. She was a mess.
"Meat, just let me talk to the guy…" even her voice sounded aged and tired now he listened properly.
"Hun, you're a mess, you need a wash and a sleep and a good strong drink," Meat steered her to the bar, as Scaramouche feebly tried to push her off.
"No! Meat, why can't you see, I need – Why can't you seeeee, you belong with meee?" Scaramouche let out a small groan, before her eyes rolled into her head and she collapsed into Meat's arms, unconscious.
"Scara!" Both Meat and Galileo shouted at the same time. Meat glanced up shocked, as she heard the slight echo his voice left, but didn't see him, as she shouted for Brit.
The Brit stood by Gaz looked like he was about to jump to the rescue, but before he could the door banged open and the real Brit flew in. He took one look at the scene before him, before scooping Scaramouche out of Brit's arms and carrying her up the stairs.
Galileo turned to the Brit beside him who was watching Meat leave, looking panicked. "Okay… what the hell?"
"The Bohemians found her before Khashoggi did, brought her to the Heartbreak when they realised she was the Dreamer… cept, she's also The Hairy One; too much knowledge for one brain." Brit touched Galileo's shoulder when he ducked his head. "Its like cancer, she can't get rid of it. Its slowly eating away at her… she needs someone to share it with. She needs somebody to love. She needs you."
Gaz frowned. "Whatever," he muttered. "How do you know all this anyway?"
Brit grinned and reached into his pocket. "The Rock Gods gave me flashcards," he held up a pile of red papers with a shiny black guitar printed on them, covered in messy writing. "And," he continued, flipping them over. "If you turn them this way you can play Top Trumps with famous rock heroes!"
"Top Trumps?"
"Never mind, I'll explain later, now…" Brit tailed off as Meat trudged back downstairs and dropped herself into one of the chairs at the bar, grabbing the nearest bottle of alcohol and bringing it to her mouth.
"Ah ah ah," The Real Brit tutted, pulling the bottle away from her as he came into the room. "You can't have that,"
"Brit!" Meat moaned. "I need that!"
"Nuh uh," Brit shook his head, taking a sip himself. "Its not good for the baby,"
Meat sighed. "But…"
"No."
"If I-"
"No."
"Not even if-"
"no."
"Fine!"
"No – oh, good." Brit smiled as his chick folded her arms moodily. "Come on babes, nine more months and you can drink all you want – actually no, you'll need to be sober to bring a kid up,"
"Screw you," Meat growled playfully, before pecking him on the lips.
"You already did, baby, that's why you can't drink this," Brit smirked and took another swig of the bottle.
Meat looked like she was about to jump on him when the scene before Galileo froze. He turned in alarm.
"Did you do that?" he asked the Brit beside him.
"Yeah…" he walked around until he was between himself and Meat, studying her scrunched up face intently.
"…Meat's pregnant," Galileo pointed out, feeling a bit foolish after he did so.
"Yeah."
"…cool," Gaz paused. "…So, if I'm not born, you don't die and you and Meat have a family – isn't that better?"
"Meat's pregnant in your world too," Brit said shortly, never moving.
"wha…?" Gaz stared at him in shock.
"Lets go," Brit walked back to him.
"But…"
"Lets go," Brit yanked Galileo a little rougher than necessary into the swirling darkness. The scene unfroze.
"Go where?" Meat asked, confused, still trying to grab the beer.
"What?" Brit replied, just as confused.
"You said… never mind," Meat shook her head and clambered onto her baby's lap. "I love you, you know,"
Brit grinned. "I know."
Well, that was sappy
Hope you don't mind!
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