A/N: So after this chapter there's going to be quite the struggle to get out the next few…I have bits and pieces written for future chapters but before I can post those I have to write some connecting chapters. A lot has to happen for our dear bohemians before I get into what I have written. They're such good ideas, just getting the characters there is going to be hard. But I wanted a challenge so…

Oh and is anyone else LOVING the amount of wwry love we're getting in the form of fanfics? Go us! haha I'll try to keep up my end over here!

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Disclaimer: Don't own any aspect of wwry. Oh and sad, there's not even a song in here for me to tell you that I don't own. Boo.


Scaramouche had been wandering the Hotel California for over an hour and though she would be leaving in a few days she had still tried and failed in finding an exit. Rounding a corner she felt an agonizing pain sear her head. Falling to the ground she clutched her head in her hands.

"Wow. You really know how to make a guy feel inadequate." Galileo said, sounding hurt.

"Sweet. Well, you could always let me make it up to you." A girl who looked familiar replied rather seductively as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"No! I have to go the Seven Seas!" Galileo argued, shrugging her off.

"It's pretty dangerous! I mean, the police are bound to still be looking for us. No, I say we should hide out here, on this mattress, for two or three days-" The girl fought back lazily, she seemed to be hinting at sex, and a lot of it.

"No, Scaramouche!" Galileo told her sternly.

Scaramouche gasped at the use of the name before moaning as the pain began to subside.

"So that's her. She looks so familiar." She thought to herself before rubbing her head and standing up.

Shaking off her vision she entered the lounge and made her way to the bar, ignoring the annoyed looks the bohemians were sending her.

"I don't want to be here anymore then you all want me here." She mumbled to herself as she sat down on a barstool.

"That's what happens when you walk around here dressed like that…I'm sure the insults didn't help you out either though." Pop jibed as he approached her on the other side of the bar.

"Dressed like what? You know, I don't get it. You all hate on me and Globalsoft and say we dress like clones and yet down here you all dress pretty similar. Ripped clothes, colourful hair, boots. You came here wanting to be different and yet you're still caught in the trap of being the same."

"You really don't get it. It's not about that at all, it's about the music."

"We have music." Scaramouche pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

"Not real music. Music sang by real people, played on real instruments. Played live." Pop told her passionately.

"Why go through the trouble though when it's so much easier to just program it?"

"It's not about what's easier. It's about expressing yourself, expressing what you feel and doing it on your own, in your own way." Pop explained. Smiling when Scaramouche didn't give him any snarky remark and just absorbed what he had said.

"Did you know this 'Scaramouche?" She asked after a moment of silence.

"I knew her before she was famous." Pop informed her proudly.

"She's not famous."

"To the bohemians she is. She's one half of the two who almost brought down Killer Queen."

"Why is Galileo so convinced I'm her? I mean I don't look anything like anyone down here."

"Oh but you did. Here, have a look." Pop exclaimed as he produced a 5x7 paper photo taken the night of 'We Will Rock You'. "Change you're hair and clothes and that's you."

"She's holding a guitar. I don't play music... I program it, but I don't play it." She told him as she stared at the girl in the picture, sure enough it was the same girl she had seen in her vision.

"Have you ever tried?" Pop questioned curiously.

"No, which why I know I can't play it."

"Have you even seen one?"

"Of course. KQ has a few around headquarters." Scaramouche stopped suddenly and darted her eyes away from the picture and to Pop's eyes. "You didn't hear that from me."

"Hear what?" Pop smiled. "You seem like you could use a drink."

"I am a little thirsty."

"This'll help you." Pop chuckled, handing her a rye and coke. Watching as she took a sip through the straw.

"What is this?" Scaramouche sputtered, nearly spitting out the burning liquid.

"It's called rye. What they took away the booze too?"

"Booze?" Scaramouche questioned slowly.

"Holy sweet mother of rock they did. I think I'm going to have to join you with that drink." Pop said in disbelief as he poured himself a glass of rye on the rocks.

"Fraternizing with the enemy Pop?" Burton quipped as he approached the bar.

"Hey, be easy on the girl. She's never even heard of the drink, let alone had any." Pop told him, still fascinated in this new information.

"What's the big deal? It tastes like crap." Scaramouche asked, stirring her straw around in her drink.

"Oh but it makes everything so much better." Pop encouraged.

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"Pop? Have you seen-" Galileo was cut off as he entered the bar and took in the scene in front of him.

Sitting around the bar, laughing and having a good time were Pop, Burton, Madonna, Shania, Clay and most unexpectedly the girl he had been looking for.

"Scaramouche!" They all cheered as she finished chugging a beer.

"Guys, the name." She slurred happily.

"Yea…What's g-going on?" Galileo asked as he approached the bar.

"It seems Scara-sorry Ashley here has never had a drink. So we took it upon ourselves to fix that." Shania answered happily, a bit tipsy herself.

"Right. And how m-many has she had?" Galileo asked knowing Scaramouche's limit and knowing the bohemians didn't care to remember that they knew it too.

"Uhmm I lost count after the 5th shot and ...4th drink. This was my first beer though." Scaramouche concluded after trying to count on her fingers.

"Huh. Thanks guys. Just cause she th-thinks she's a different person doesn't mean she can handle her liquor like a diff-ferent person." Galileo scorned his friends, watching Scaramouche sway slightly as she eyed him.

"I can't do what now?" Scaramouche asked, thoroughly confused at his statement.

"She's fine. The poor thing's never had booze before. Let her have some fun." Pop argued in amusement.

"Uhm, she used to drink with us all the time Pop." Avril said for Galileo, who had now taken Scaramouche's beer away from her.

"Why are you being mean?" Scaramouche pouted as her drink was taken away.

"You'll thank me for it later." Galileo sighed, now standing next to her and leaning on the bar counter.

"I could thank you for it now." Scaramouche smirked, placing a hand on his forearm.

"Awe she still has the hots for the dreamer even though she's GaGa. It's true love." Clay swooned while Galileo remained quiet, blushing at Scaramouche's comment.

"Oh man up Aiken, we don't talk about love, at least not like that." Burton said gruffly before making Clay take a wicked shot of straight Jack Daniels. No chaser.

"Okay. I th-think you're done. Say g-goodnight to everyone." Galileo concluded as he helped Scaramouche to stand.

"Goooooodnight everyone!" Scaramouche exaggerated, giggling when she stumbled and consequently fell into Galileo's side.

"Night Scaramouche!" Came a unison reply to which she didn't even care to correct.

"I don't wanna sleep on that cot anymore." Scaramouche whined as her and Galileo made their way through the halls of the Hotel California.

"W-where do you want to sleep then?" Galileo asked, tightening his grip around her waist when she nearly fell into the wall.

"Well. I was in your room earlier and found the bed to be quite comfy. Can I sleep there?" She pondered with her best attempt at innocence.

"I guess." Galileo answered warily, unsure of how to handle drunk and flirtatious, GaGa Scaramouche.

"Yay!" Scaramouche cheered happily, clasping her hands together.

"Did I just hear her 'yay'?" Oz questioned as she approached them in the hall.

"Yep." Galileo answered her shortly.

"Are you taking her to bed?"

"Yep."

"Your bed?" Oz raised her eyebrow at the two when Scaramouche nodded her head excitedly, a smile wide on her face.

"Uh huh." Galileo answered, avoiding Oz's eyes.

"Right. Can I talk to you for a second?"

"C-can it wait? I want to get her to bed before she p-passes out." Galileo explained, shutting his eyes tightly, trying to maintain his own composure, when he felt Scaramouche run her hand down his back to his thigh.

"Right. I don't think that's what she has planned." Oz narrowed her eyes at his behavior while Scaramouche giggled.

"No he's right. I'm realllly tired." Scaramouche lied.

"Well I guess you should be on your way then." Oz told them in a challenging tone that only Scaramouche caught.

"I guess we should. Goodnight Oz." Scaramouche fired back in a friendly tone, slipping her arm around Galileo's waist.

"We can talk t-tomorrow okay?" Galileo asked, oblivious to the battle he was in the middle of.

"We sure will. G'night Figgy." Oz smiled calmly before continuing on her way, knowing that Galileo was staring after her in bewilderment at the use of that name.

Shaking off his confusion Galileo turned to find Scaramouche completely gone from the hallway. Making his way to their old room he sighed in relief when he saw her lying on her back on the bed, eyes closed.

"Is this one of those rotating beds I read about in the old texts? Cause it feels like either I'm spinning or the room is, and it can't be the room." Scaramouche asked when she heard the door close after Galileo entered.

"No, that's from d-drinking. It's called the spins."

"Can you make it stop please?" Scaramouche whined.

"No. I can't." Galileo chuckled, bringing a trash bin over to the side of the bed.

"Well how bout' you come here and try." Scaramouche told him, her voice low and her eyes still closed.

"How?"

"Well first, take your shoes off and sit here." Scaramouche told him slowly, patting the space beside her on the bed and opening an eye to watch him. "And hit the light would ya?"

"Better?" He asked nervously after turning off the light and sitting down beside her, his back leaning against the wall.

"Almost. I think you need to be lying a little more and sitting a little less though." She instructed, smiling as she felt him slide down the bed so he was now lying beside her.

"Now?" Galileo half whispered with a sharp intake of breath when she lifted his arm and snuggled into his side, her head against his chest.

"Mmm, the rooms still spinning. But it's not too bad." She told him, smiling when she felt his arm wrap around her shoulder, keeping her close to his body. "You're heart's beating really fast."

"Sorry."

"It's okay, kind of cute actually." Scaramouche smirked, raising her head to look at his face.

"C-cute?" Galileo stammered as he searched her eyes in the darkness of the room.

"Uh-huh. Which seems to be a common thing for you." She smiled, slowly closing the gap between them before finally placing a sweet kiss to his lips.

Pulling away she looked at his face, smiling more when his eyes remained closed, before kissing him again, this time with more passion.

It took a second but finally she felt him start to respond as his hands ran up her back and his lips moved against hers. She didn't know who initiated it but suddenly their tongues were dueling and she moved to straddle him while tangling her fingers in his hair.

Feeling her bodyweight shift on top of him Galileo responded by griping her bare thighs tightly before soothing them by running his hands up and down the sored area. With her hair down and the pull of gravity some of her locks fell down like a curtain and tickled at Galileo's face, causing him to use one hand to reach up and brush it back. When it didn't tangle between his fingers Galileo was pummeled back to reality.

As familiar as everything but her hair felt he remembered that this wasn't currently Scaramouche. This was a GaGa girl who was very drunk and had some sort of crush on him.

Not wanting to upset her he smoothly rolled them over before pulling back, both of them panting for air.

"What?" Scaramouche asked, winded with a puzzled yet happy look on her face.

"Uhm-I. We. We don't h-have a blanket." Galileo blurted out stupidly.

"What?"

"It g-gets cold at night down here. A-a-and the blanket's in the other r-room." Galileo stuttered as he tried to explain his statement.

"Okay?"

"I'm going to go g-get it. I'll be right back." Galileo told her quickly, leaving her no time to respond as he dashed out the door.

Once down the hall a bit he stopped and leaned his back against the wall to catch his breath and calm down.

"Dreamer? You okay man?" Madonna asked when he found him on his way to his own room.

"Yea. Fine." Galileo responded, keeping his gaze to the floor.

"Okay…You look kind of…distraught?"

"No. I-I'm good."

"Good to hear… Keep yourself out of trouble kid." Madonna nodded, getting the hint that he should be on his way, and he did just that.

"Night Madge." Galileo replied shortly before standing up and quickly making his way to grab the blanket.

He slowed his pace as he approached the room again, hoping Scaramouche had passed out. Opening the door he could see her eyes were closed as the light from the hallway was cast across her face. He also saw that she had changed from her own white top and skirt and had found a grey t shirt of his, which she now wore, that fell to her thighs. Galileo smiled as he closed the door, remembering how Scaramouche used to always wear one of his shirts to sleep, when they actually made it to bed clothed, instead of actual pajamas. She claimed it was more comfortable then anything she owned and it smelt like him, and who was he to deny her that?

Covering her with the blanket Galileo returned to his side of the bed, noticing that Scaramouche had automatically reclaimed her regular side, and pulled the blanket up over himself. Settling against the pillows he closed his eyes, nearly jolting up when he felt Scaramouche curl up beside him again, this time in pure innocence, as she also let out a light snore, signaling that she was indeed asleep.

Content with the moment, he extended his left arm and pulled her against him, sighing as she snuggled into his chest again before he let himself fall into one of the best nights of slumber he had had in a very long time.