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"So how exactly do we do this?" Oz asked as the small group of Galileo, herself, Khashoggi and Burton waited behind a dumpster in the business district of Planet Mall.

"Well we don't want to scare the girl so…" Khashoggi began.

"So I'll just talk t-t-to her again. A-a-and get her to come with me." Galileo interrupted, smiling proudly.

"And when that doesn't work we knock her out, check for any tracking devices and carry her to the base." Burton rolled his eyes at the Dreamers naivety.

"What? No! Y-y-you can't hur-r-t her!"

"It may very well be the only way. She's not going to come on her own Galileo." Khashoggi told him simply, siding with Burton's plan.

"Well, there she is. Go!" Oz whispered loudly and pushed Galileo towards the girl as her while the others hid behind the dumpster.

"Hey, G-G-GaGa girl!" Galileo yelled out nervously.

"Am I 16 again!? GaGa girl?" Scaramouche answered before turning around. "Oh. It's you again. What do you think you're doing?"

"I-I-I need you to l-l-listen to me. You're names n-n-not Ashley." Galileo told her, slowly walking closer to her.

"Really? Well that's news." Scaramouche replied sarcastically.

"No! It's Scaramouche. Y-y-you were taken and b-b-brainwashed!"

"Okay buddy. You're starting to freak me out. I told you last time, I'm not who you think I am. Please leave me alone." Scaramouche told him as she began to back away from him and move towards the street.

"B-b-but we were in love!" Galileo whispered brokenly.

"Now!" Burton yelled as he and Khashoggi jumped out from behind the dumpster, quickly knocking her unconscious before she could even comprehend what was happening.

Oz quickly made work of removing her wrist band and checking for any tracking implants. Finding none Oz then grabbed Galileo, who was still standing in shock, and pulled him back towards the base while Khashoggi carried Scaramouche and Burton watched for any followers.

It wasn't too far of a trip so Scaramouche was still passed out by the time they entered the Hotel California. Against Galileo's request Khashoggi carefully laid her down on a makeshift cot in one of the rooms closer to his then Galileo's.

"Why do you get to keep her near you?" Galileo whined from the doorway of the room.

"Because she'll trust me, Galileo."

"Wh-why would she trust you?" Galileo asked with a hint of disgust and jealousy.

"Why wouldn't she? I'm the only one she knows of here. The rest of you will be strangers to her. Now, she's going to be out for a while. I trust you would like to stay with her?"

"Of course he does. He's like a dog in heat." Burton spoke up, only sticking around to make sure he and the other bohemians were still safe and not being played as fools.

"What?" Galileo asked, looking confused with his head cocked to the side.

"Never mind. You'll be okay?" Oz questioned sincerely, to which she received a nod before he pulled a chair up beside the bed. "Okay. We'll be around if she wakes up."

Everyone had finally left and he was able to be alone with Scaramouche. She definitely didn't look like the same girl he had known, at least not at first glance. Her hair was loose and in soft waves that he didn't even know she posessed. Carefully he extended his hand to brush a few strands from her face, letting his hand continue through her hair when he felt how soft it was. There were no knots or tangles, instead it was silky smooth, a big change from the purple, crazy hair he had known and loved.

She had minimal make up on, he noticed. Just some light brown on her eyes and her lips were pink and shimmery.

He jumped when she let out a soft groan and pulled her legs closer to her chest. Scanning the room he couldn't find a blanket so he quickly ran to his room to grab the one off his bed. Returning to her he covered her with the old blanket they had once shared before sitting back in his chair, content with watching her sleep, pretending nothing had changed since the day after Wembley.

A few hours had passed and Galileo had been drifting in and out of sleep until he noticed Scaramouche beginning to wake up. He had quickly called for Oz and now they waited for her to open her eyes.

"What did you do to me?! Where am I?" Scaramouche demanded as her vision cleared and she took in her surroundings, her voice scratchy and she held a hand to her head in pain.

"P-p-please don't freak out." Galileo pleaded, flinching when she snatched her hand away from his when he tried to comfort her.

"Here. Take these. It'll help with the pain." Oz offered her some white pills and a glass of water.

"Why should I trust you?" Scaramouche eyed her cautiously.

"Well you can take 'em and at least be able to concentrate on where you are an' who we are without the ache in your head. Or you can take the chance an' assume we're bad people an' wait to be tortured or something, I ain't quite sure what they tell you up there." Oz told her bluntly, smiling kindly when she took the pills after a moment of consideration.

"For the record I still think your crap people, considering you kidnapped me and knocked me over the head." Scaramouche justified her actions, more to herself then them.

"As long as you're not in pain. You okay?" Oz asked, directing the question to Galileo who was standing quietly, watching the interaction. Instead of answering he walked towards the door and stood out in the hallway, still within hearing range.

"What's his deal?" Scaramouche whispered.

"You really don't remember anything?" Oz prodded, amazed by the situation before her.

"I remember running into him like yesterday and he thought I was some Scarybush girl…then earlier he wanted me to go with him, he said we loved each other. And the rest is kind of black considering I was UNCONCIOUS!" Scaramouche answered, letting her anger rise as her headache faded.

"Whoa! Okay. I get it. You're pissed. But I meant you don't remember us. An' you, being bohemian. Fighting Globalsoft, making music."

"What is it with you people!? This is obviously a case of mistaken identity. Just let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone anything." Scaramouche tried to work her way out.

"I'm afraid we can't do that." Khashoggi told her as he entered the room with a beat up helmet in his hands.

"Commander Khashoggi. But, but you're dead." Scaramouche stuttered as she sat up straight.

"Seems you're not the only one who can avoid being killed. Stop gawking child, I'm here, I'm alive."

"Sorry Commander." Scaramouche apologized and lowered her head.

"It's Kazz now. And what you have been hearing is correct. You are not www/Ashley at theThomsonsdotcom. You were captured and brainwashed by Killer Queen to become a clone. Your place is here, you are a bohemian."

"Is, is this some sort of test? To prove my loyalty? Oh god. You know that I let a bohemian go! You set up that bohemian! I'm sorry! It won't happen again, I swear!" Scaramouche apologized pathetically, trying to make sense of everything.

"Just do it!" Galileo exclaimed tiredly from his spot, sulking against the door frame.

"Very well then." Khashoggi shrugged as Burton and Pop approached Scaramouche.

Scared, she moved off of the bed but was quickly backed into the wall. While the two held her still Khashoggi placed the helmet on her head and secured it before Burton and Pop let her go and the helmet lit up.

Scaramouche began to thrash and fall to her knees, causing Khashoggi to break into song.

Fear me you lords and lady preachers

I descend upon your earth from the skies

I command your very souls you unbelievers

Bring before me what is mine

"Kazz!" Burton shouted to stop him.

"Oh! Sorry, old habit." Khashoggi coughed in embarrassment before Scaramouche collapsed on the floor, passed out again. "She will probably be out for a while, best to leave her for now."

"Is she okay?" Oz asked, watching the limp body lay still on the floor.

"She will be fine. Though only time will tell if it worked or not." Khashoggi replied before leaving the room, followed closely by everyone but Galileo.

After closing the door behind them Galileo picked Scaramouche up off the floor and gently laid her back onto the bed. Covering her again with the blanket he sat again in his chair and sang to her.

Look into my eyes and you'll see

I'm the only one

You've captured my love

Stolen my heart

Changed my life

Every time you make a move

You destroy my mind

And the way you touch

I lose control and shiver deep inside

You take my breath away

You can reduce me to tears

With a single sigh

Every breath that you take -

Any sound that you make

Is a whisper in my ear

I could give up all my life for just one kiss

I would surely die

If you dismiss me from your love

You take my breath away

So please don't go

Don't leave me here all by myself

I get ever so lonely from time to time

I will find you

Anywhere you go, I'll be right behind you

Right until the ends of the earth

I'll get no sleep till I find you to tell you

That you just take my breath away

I will find you

Anywhere you go, I'll be right behind you

Right until the ends of the earth

I'll get no sleep til I find you to

tell you when I've found you -

I love you

Finally Galileo allowed himself to break down at her bedside, holding her hand against his face. Hoping that when she woke she'd remember him and what they were together.