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Chapter Three
Scaramouche was thoroughly shaken. When had Mercury started having these dreams? Perhaps she was more like her father than anyone had guessed... She missed Galileo so much; he'd never arrived at the Heartbreak that night fifteen years ago.
Flashback
After Pop had run with Mercury, Scaramouche slipped her hand into Galileo's. He didn't move.
"I love you Scaramouche" his voice shook
"I love you too" she told him, confused. Why was he reminding her now? They had to fight! What he said next shocked her.
"Scara, run"
"What?"
"You heard me!" he all but growled. "I don't want Mercury to lose us both- she needs you." He didn't look at her.
"She needs both of us!" Scaramouche grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at him, he still didn't meet her eyes. "Gaz, look at me, damn it- we beat them before, and if we work together we can do it again"
"Sophie"
The use of her old name floored her (she'd told him after he proposed) - he only used it when he was putting his foot down. "Please, I can't lose you…"
Spirit of Rock she wanted to argue, but she could see the sincerity in his blue-grey eyes. "Come here you…" she whispered, pulling his head down so she could kiss him. "I love you, Shagileo Gigolo"
Then, not daring to look back at him, she followed Pop and Mercury.
End flashback
The two Figaro women sat on Mercury's bed in silence until Scaramouche began.
"Do you remember anything about your dad?"
"Not really- I know that I have his eyes" she slipped her jacket off her shoulders revealing her white Deep Purple T-shirt. "And that this was his."
Scaramouche nodded.
"He was the Dreamer" Mercury gasped.
"That would make you…"
"The Bad Arsed Babe" Scaramouche nodded and smirked. "But its 'Mum' to you."
Mercury laughed.
"So is that why I had that dream, because I'm the daughter of the Dreamer?"
Scaramouche nodded.
After Scaramouche and Mercury had left the room, Brit turned to Bowie. "If you're staying, you'd better follow me, Bowie"
The blonde followed him into the dark, musty, labyrinthine bowels of the Heartbreak. "You can't go around looking like that; you're a Bohemian now!"
Brit led him into a huge walk-in wardrobe; there was rack after rack of the strangest clothes that Bowie had ever seen- not a pastel shade in sight. There were chests of drawers lining the back wall. The two adjacent walls had plastic boxes, full of boots and shoes of all colours and descriptions.
"Take your time- I'll be upstairs if you need me…"
"Brit?"
"Yeah Bowie?"
"Scara and Merc…" he began. "Why do they look so similar?"
Brit laughed. "Isn't it obvious? Merc is Scara's daughter!"
Still laughing, Brit left him alone.
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