A/N: So I have another chapter for you all...I feel like I should have had a chapter before this one, but once I wrote it I didn't have the creative flow to put anything in before it. So if it seems rushed, I know and I'm sorry lol

Thanks again for the comments, they boost up the ego for me to keep working at this, which works out well for all of us I think. So if you could keep em coming, that would be fantastic haha

ETA: I didn't notice the horrible grammar issues fanfiction dot net ensued upon this chapter with the gaga names until just now, sorry for anyone who read it before I had the chance to fix it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Boo.


Deciding he wanted to get out of the Hotel California for a bit Galileo made his way above ground. Walking cautiously along a back alley he saw a GaGa Girl who looked vaguely familiar. Squinting at the girl he faltered when he realized it was Scaramouche. A very GaGa looking Scaramouche, but he'd recognize her face anywhere.

"Scaramouche! Scaramouche!" Galileo shouted, running up to her and grabbing her arms to make her face him. "It is you! Oh god it's you!"

Scaramouche immediately became stiff and uncomfortable as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

"We th-th-thought you were dead, we thought…what? W-W-What's wrong?" Galileo stuttered happily before noticing her stand-offish behaviour and look of confusion.

"Okay. I know we're in the middle of some revolution. And you are kinda cute so I'm just going to close my eyes and pretend I never saw you." Scaramouche told him with a hint of giddiness. She placed her hands over her eyes for a few seconds before lowering them slowly. "You're still here? I'm giving you a free pass! Go!"

"What? It-t-t's me, Galileo Figaro. Figgy? Shagileo Gigalo?" He tried every name she knew him by but she still wore the same confused look.

"I'm sorry. Did you just call yourself Shagileo Gigalo?" She giggled.

"Why are you acting like this?" He asked, hurt and confused laced in his voice.

"Listen, I don't know who you think I am but if I'm caught talking to you…well the missus won't be too pleased let me tell you. Heck, you're lucky it's me you ran into and not www/Heather at theSmithsdotcom." She told him honestly, her voice lowering to a whisper.

"Scaramouche, w-w-what are you talking about? You have to come with m-m-me. Oz will be so happy th-th-that you're back!" Galileo continued, assuming she was just playing around with some mean joke.

"Wow you're dense." She sighed. "Wait. Did, did you just call me Scaramouche? Is that supposed to be a name?"

"Yes! It's your name!"

"Uhm, no not quite…Anyway. I have to get-"

"www/Ashley at theThomsonsdotcom! Where are you and why are you taking so long!" Killer Queen's voice shouted from Scaramouche's wrist transceiver.

"Sorry Miss. My heel broke and I'm one footing it. I'm nearly there." Scaramouche lied easily to her boss.

"Forget it. I'll have someone come pick you up." Killer Queen told her before ending the transmission abruptly.

"Crap." Scaramouche sighed, still looking at her transceiver. "You have to go. Like now."

"You work for Killer Queen?" Galileo asked dumbfounded.

"Duh." Scaramouche replied with a shake of her head before she began to walk away.

"Wait, Scara, I mean A-A-Ashley why didn't you rat m-m-me out?"

"I told you. You're cute." Scaramouche smiled as she turned around to answer him, walking backwards to watch him for a moment before turning around again and disappearing behind a building.


After seeing Scaramouche and having her openly flirt with him Galileo was on cloud nine and rushed back to the Heartbreak to tell everyone.

"I swear it was her! It was Scaramouche!" Galileo explained to an unbelieving crowd. Most of the bohemians had just assumed he was drunk, as usual, and went on their way when he came in boasting about seeing his bad assed babe.

"Baby I used to think I saw Brit all the time at first, I don't-" Oz tried to calm him down.

"NO! I had a-a-a conversation with her. Th-th-though she was dressed in all white. A-A-And her hair was gaga perfect. And her n-n-name was Ashley and she w-w-works for Killer Queen…" Galileo argued, trailing off as he listened to himself.

"It wasn't her baby." Oz finalized soothingly.

"And you're damn lucky she didn't turn you into Killer Queen for that!" Burton scoffed, a bit angry that he had wandered out into the business district by himself, in daylight.

"It WAS her!" Galileo yelled, silencing those around him.

"It very well could have been." Khashoggi spoke up calmly.

"Thank you. Wait, what?" Galileo had been beginning to believe that maybe he had just hallucinated, but continued to argue for the sake of what was left of his pride.

"Well she was captured. That doesn't necessarily mean she was killed. She could have been brainwashed and re-made over to a perfect GaGa clone. And from what you're telling us, that sounds like exactly what happened." Khashoggi explained with a tone that reminded everyone that he used to be on the other side and would know these things.

"Well then we have to go and get her!" Galileo exclaimed with renewed spirits.

"I'm afraid there would be no point. She's been completely transformed kid. Probably kept close to the Killer Queen. The Scaramouche you know is gone." Khashoggi informed him.

"But she didn't rat out Galileo, that's gotta mean something right? I mean if she was brainwashed she'd be completely against us, which would mean turning any of us in at any chance. And she didn't." Oz argued for Galileo.

"Did she say why she let you go?" Khashoggi asked after a moment of thinking.

"S-s-she said I was c-cute." Galileo confessed somewhat shyly.

"I see. GaGa girls are very dense, that reason would be completely legitimate if she found you attractive."

"But she lied to Killer Queen without any t-t-trouble!" Galileo informed him, becoming worked up again.

"A clone with her own mind it seems. Well I must admit. I am quite curious. Bring her here." The ex-commander thought aloud.

"Whoa. First of all'Kazz.' You don't call the shots down here. And second what if it's a trap? I mean what reason would a GaGa have to be walking down a back alley?" Burton interjected, still feeling uneasy about Khashoggi even being allowed at the base.

"W-w-we can s-s-search her first!" Galileo suggested.

"I dunno man, seems iffy to me." Pop sided with Burton.

"It's Scaramouche!...Ozzy if this was Britney, you'd want t-t-to get him back. Wouldn't you?" Galileo asked his friend and the only other person who could relate to his loss.

"Not if it-" Oz began slowly.

"That's a lie and you kn-n-now it!" Galileo cut her off angrily.

"Ozzy?" Burton looked to her for confirmation.

"Of course I would. I'd give anything to have Brit back." Oz sighed in defeat.

"Then help me out here." Galileo pleaded making complete eye contact with her.

"I got your back kid." Oz smiled after holding Galileo's stare. "Kazz, can you find her for us? We'll go out tomorrow to get her."

"I'm on it." Khashoggi nodded and began to leave.

"Someone go with him. Wouldn't want to find out that this is a trap and lo-and-behold lookie who had the inside scoop. I'm sure that would earn a certain someone extra brownie points with the missus." Burton suggested with a hint of dry humour.

"Well don't all go at once. Drunken idiots." Oz muttered when no one moved before standing up and walking past Khashoggi. "Well. Hurry up then."