A/N: So what the hell is with all the non we will rock you fics that seem to find their way on here? It's SO annoying. Are the people who post them just stupid or extremely ignorant? Guh. I needed to rant that.

Third. As always thank you SO much for the comments! Sorry this one took a bit longer to post. I had some issues writing it as it's pretty much a filler chapter to me. Some relationship development if you will. And I'm not that fond of it. But the next part will be up very soon. And it was a fun one to write.

So within here there's a song…inserted in a really crappy format. I didn't quite know how to write it so it made sense while being correct so I took the easy route. You'll see what I mean, I just wanted to warn you all that I know what I did and I'm not proud of it haha

Enjoy!

xox

Disclaimer: I don't own We Will Rock You or the song Flick of the Wrist, or even the name Vultan. It's all Queen's and Ben Elton's. Luckyyy


"Any word on the where abouts of our Miss Thompson yet?" Killer Queen demanded, sitting in her 'throne,' Yes Things primping and massaging her as her new second hand, known as Commander Vultan stood to her left side.

"Not yet madam. We did however find her wrist transceiver in a back alleyway in the business district."

"Is there any chance she may have been kidnapped by the bohemians?" She asked with her voice laced with disgust.

"It is quite possible. We questioned her boyfriend and he hasn't seen her since she went offline either. He is quite worried madam." Commander Vultan informed her.

"He should be, we gave them the perfect relationship. Enlist his help in finding her. Make him useful for something during this time."

"Yes madam."

"And issue a warning to the public that the bohemians have taken to kidnapping our own and they are not to be trusted. If anyone has any contact with them they should alert us immediately."

"Will do madam."

"Excellent. Be on your way then." Killer Queen excused the man, rolling her eyes and cursing herself for internally missing Khashoggi before returning to her relaxing massage.


Not wanting to be seen Scaramouche slipped into the lounge, which was now crowded with the bohemians, as quietly as possible. She took a seat at one of the more hidden tables by the door so that if someone entered the bar her chances of being noticed were slim. From her seat she was able to watch the bohemians as they talked to each other animatedly about their day or their seemingly favorite topic, GaGa Scaramouche. She knew they were talking about her and so far it had been mostly negative. Though, some were happy that 'the dreamer' wasn't drinking anymore, and she was to thank for that, while others were calling her a suicide mission. They figured if she never got her memory back, they would never get the dreamer back. And then the discussion went into what would happen after that.

Hearing the doors open Scaramouche watched as Galileo paused and scanned the lounge before beginning to head to the bar.

"What did you mean by 'Tie my mother down?" Scaramouche asked suddenly, effectively startling Galileo.

"Wha? Where?" Galileo trailed off still in a state of shock.

"What did you mean?" Scaramouche rolled her eyes at his response, nodding at him to sit down at her table.

"Wait. Where have you b-b-been for the past…3 hours?" Galileo quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Does it matter?" Scaramouche asked him with impatience, sighing when he didn't reply. "I was just…around. And now I want to know what you meant!"

"Okay. Sorry. I just sang. I g-guess I meant stop doing everything you're t-told, especially by Killer Queen." Galileo explained.

"Okay. I'll stop doing what I'm told. Starting with being told to stay here, wanna help a girl out?"

"You know that's n-not what I meant." Galileo sighed as he sat down on the chair heavily.

"I just want to go home." Scaramouche confessed quietly, sounding like a lost girl and nothing like her former self.

"You are home."

"Why do you keep saying that?" Scaramouche sighed. "…What happened to your girlfriend exactly?"

"Wh-what?" Galileo stammered, confused by her sudden change in tone.

"Well I figure you guys aren't letting me go anytime soon, might as well get the dirt on why."

"Okay? Well, she was taken from us."

"Yea, I got that. I meant how, why?"

"We were out walking and were surrounded by SP's. She m-mouthed off and when I saw one of them aim to shoot I took the hit…I d-don't remember anything after th-that."

"So you don't really know if they took her. You just assume they did."

"They sh-sh-shot at her. I don't think they would let her g-go after that."

"Well I've been working at Global Soft since I graduated high school and I never heard of anything like that. I did hear that you were killed though."

"Doesn't that seem w-w-weird to you? The SP's k-killing and arresting their two biggest threats, and you only heard about m-me?"

"I don't need to be told everything." Scaramouche shrugged in attempt to appear unperturbed.

"They control you! Th-they say jump, you ask h-how high?! And if you d-d-don't you get arrested, or sent t-to the seven seas!" Galileo expressed aggressively, now standing and pacing the room, gaining the attention of a few of the bar patrons.

"Not necessarily…" Scaramouche began to defend herself but was cut off when Galileo began singing again with the bohemians joining in.

Galileo: Dislocate your spine if you don't sign she says
I'll have you seeing double
Mesmerize you when she's tongue-tied
Simply with those eyes
Synchronize your minds and see
The beast within her rise

Bohemians: Don't look back
Don't look back

Galileo: It's a rip-off

Bohemians: Flick of the wrist

Galileo: and you're dead baby

Bohemians: Blow her a kiss

Galileo: and you're mad

Bohemians: Flick of the wrist -

Galileo: she'll eat your heart out

Bohemians: A dig in the ribs

Galileo: and then a kick in the head

She's taken an arm and taken a leg

Bohemians: All this time honey

Galileo: Baby you've been had.

Bohemians: Intoxicate your brain with what I'm saying

If not you'll lie in knee-deep trouble

Galileo: Prostitute yourself she says
Castrate your human pride
Sacrifice your leisure days
Let me squeeze you till you've dried

Bohemians: Don't look back
Don't look back

Galileo:It's a rip-off

Work my fingers to my bones
I scream with pain
I still make no impression
Seduce you with her money-make machine
Cross-collateralize,

Bohemians: Big-time money, money

Galileo: Reduce you to a muzak-fake machine

Then the last goodbye
It's a rip-off

Bohemians: Flick of the wrist

Galileo: and you're dead baby

Bohemians: Blow her a kiss

Galileo: and you're mad

Bohemians: Flick of the wrist -

Galileo: she'll eat your heart out

Bohemians: A dig in the ribs

Galileo: and then a kick in the head

She's taken an arm and taken a leg

Bohemians: All this time honey

Galileo: Baby you've been had.

"You know nothing about me and my life working at Globalsoft." Scaramouche bitched, quickly and effectively ending the song.

"H-hit a nerve?" Galileo smirked.

"I now kind of understand why there was a party thrown when the SP's thought they had killed you." Scaramouche shook her head, throwing Galileo and the bohemians a disgusted last look before she stormed out of the lounge.

"Whoa! Hey!" Oz exclaimed as Scaramouche nearly barreled into her in the hallway.

"Sorry." Scaramouche apologized with her head down as she tried to continue on her way.

"Are you okay?" Oz asked, stopping the distraught girl by holding onto her arms.

"I just wanna go home." Scaramouche cried pathetically, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh honey." Oz mumbled, surprising the both of them when she pulled Scaramouche into a consoling hug.

Feeling comforted for the first time since her 'kidnapping' Scaramouche let the pressure of everything that had been building up release and began to cry harder on the offered shoulder. Slowly Oz guided them to sit on the cold floor and then pulled Scaramouche to lean against the wall while she wrapped her arm around the girls shoulder, rubbing her arm reassuringly.

The girls sat in silence, save for the sounds of a weeping Scaramouche, for a few minutes before the doors to the lounge opened and Pop walked out, taking in the scene of the two girls he then walked right back through the doors. A few seconds later and they opened again, this time a guilty looking Galileo stood before them.

Oz had both arms wrapped around Scaramouche, who was still crying on Oz's shoulder.

"Did you start this?" Oz whispered harshly, as to not disturb the emotional GaGa Scaramouche who was starting to slightly calm down.

"I-I-I didn't m-mean to." Galileo stammered while looking incredibly worried.

"Well that's great. I'd hate to see her reaction if you had actually tried." Oz replied sarcastically as she stroked Scaramouche's hair soothingly. "No, what are you doing?"

"Hey, I-I-I'm s-sorry." Galileo whispered when he crouched down in front of Scaramouche, tucking some of her hair back away from her face and ignoring Oz.

"Don't touch me." Scaramouche mumbled as she pulled away from Oz and wiped at her face with the palms of her hands.

"S-sorry…I didn't m-mean to upset you…I-I can't stop the words. Th-they just come out sometimes." Galileo apologized, trying to find the right words to make her understand.

"Oh I'm pretty sure you meant it." Scaramouche rolled her eyes while avoiding any eye contact with the man in front of her.

"No!...Well, s-some of it maybe."

"Hey!" Oz scorned, swatting at his shoulder.

"What? I'm n-not going to lie to her." Galileo protested, turning his attention back to Scaramouche when he heard her scoff. "Th-the words just come and it's just easier to let them out. An-n-nd I'm allowed to here."

"Whatever. I don't care." Scaramouche sighed still rubbing at her eyes, knowing her face was probably all red and blotchy from crying, so not how she wanted him seeing her.

"I think I'll go get you some water." Oz volunteered herself as she stood up, giving Galileo the 'don't upset her anymore' look before going into the lounge.

"I never w-wanted to hurt you." Galileo told her, taking Oz's spot against the wall.

"Got it."

"I-if you don't get your memory b-back in a few days, Kazz said you can go h-home." Galileo admitted, trying to get back on Scaramouche's good side.

"Really?" She asked brightly, turning to look at him.

"H-he said it would be for the b-best."

"It totally would. Ah! That's great news!" Scaramouche exclaimed happily. "You're forgiven."

"What?" Galileo had been completely thrown off by her uncharacteristic giddiness and before he could catch up she was standing up and dusting off her skirt.

"You, being a jerk earlier. I'm over it…you just gave me the best news on Planet Mall." Scaramouche smiled as she watched him stand up before she pulled him into a hug. "Thank you!"

"Uhm, your welcome?" Galileo responded robotically, again completely thrown off by her actions.

"I think I'm gonna wander. See ya around!" Scaramouche practically bounced as she made her way down the hall and away from him.

"Okay?" Galileo nodded his head, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. He ran a hand through his dark hair and tried to shake off his confusion and then decided to take Pop up on his offer of a drink from earlier.