Sup doods!
As you may've gathered, I haven't updated in a while. But unfortunately, you're going to have to get used to it. I'll try to update during the week, but I most defiantly will during the weekends.

Charlotte bullied me into doing this. HI CHARLOTTE! HOPE YOU ENJOYED WHAGAMATA AND HAPPY INTERNET!

I made my group at Artz On Show act this out in Drama… It was hilarious. I was in stiches and they were staring at me like I was nuts. :D Good times.

But anyway… This is a little embarrassing to ask, but if you have ANY ideas, any at all, don't be shy to PM me with them. I'll try and work with anything, unless I tell you (in the politest way possible) that I just can't work with it. And remember, more ideas = less chance of being rejected.

I don't own We Will Rock You, or Queen, or any of their amazing songs! The only things I can claim are my three characters, Brian May, Freddie Figaro and Lady Gaga (But I can't claim their names).

Scaramouche woke up groggily the next morning. She was still tired, but she knew she was never going to get back to sleep

"Ugh, 8 o'clock is way too early to get up."

"I know, right."

"Holy crap! Gaz! What are you doing here?"

"Don't you remember last night?

"Oh, God Gaz, what did we do? Did we have… You know…"

"No. No! Nothing of that sort," Galileo laughed "No need to get worried!"

"Oh, good. So, what did happen?"

"You know after I kissed you? Well after that, you told Freddie that it was time to go to bed, and then we came to this room, and just hugged for ages until you fell asleep. Then I laid you down in bed and I watched you sleep. And then I fell asleep. And here we are now" Galileo said with a florish. He couldn't help but laugh at Scaramouche's scared and perplexed face.

"Is that it? Really?"

"Yes, really!"

"I remember hearing a thump after I said night to Freddie. Did you hear a thump?"

"No. You're going nuts."

"Maybe so. I need to go to the bathroom, so excuse me please." Scaramouche slipped out of the bed smoothly and made her way to the door before Galileo's comment halted her in her tracks.

"You might want to put some pants on first."

"What!" Scaramouche yelled, looking down. "I'm wearing a dress you prick! I wasn't even wearing pants yesterday!" She screamed at her husband's laughing figure.

"I… can't… believe… you… fell… for… that!" Galileo said between laughing fits.

Scaramouche stormed out of the room, away from Galileo's stupid little jokes.
I'm sure I heard a thump. She said to herself as she trekked down the small hallway. Maybe you are going crazy. Before you know it you'll be hearing songs in your head like Gaz. Yeah right, as if she would ever let herself hear songs in her head. She ambled down to the communal bathroom that all of the bohemian girls shared.

Walking down the small hallway brought back memories that Scaramouche had tried to choke back for the last 2 years.

Scaramouche walked down to the girls bathroom with tear tracks stained on her face. She was 5 days late on her period and she was freaking out. 'What will Gazza think if I'm… I'm… No, don't think about that, Scaramouche. Gaz will love you no matter what. Even if your pregnant with his child. Wait, who says you're even pregnant yet? Focus Scaramouche, focus. Just take the test that Meat gave you and then think about it.' She pushed the door open, and slowly made her way to the nearest cubical. Once she had got the nerve up to take the test, she took it. 5 minutes later and she looked down at the test and saw what she was hoping for, and not, all at the same time.
POSITIVE.

Scaramouche smiled at that memory, it was one of her favourites.

Scaramouche screamed out in pain late that night. Her gigantic belly was jutting under her shirt, showing a thin strip of skin. Inside her, a flash of fire sent through her stomach.
"Crap."

Galileo woke up after her first scream, and was slowing rubbing Scaramouche's back in a bid to calm her down.
"What's wrong baby?"

"I-I-I… I think I'm going into labour."

"What! Seriously? Labour? As in, the baby is coming right now?"

"Yes, Gaz! Seriously, what the hell do you think I was talking about?"

"Ahh…" Galileo murmured, avoiding the question. "Do you want me to go get Meat?"

"Yes! Oh God…"

5 hours of screaming and pushing later, Scaramouche was holding her little boy in her own arms.

"It feels so strange. He's out here, not in there, and he's making noises, and everything. I'm actually holding him. But now, a name. And I want Gaz to pick it."

"Me?" Galileo said, pointing at himself in disbelief.

"Yes you! You chose my name, and yours, so now, you get to choose our baby's."

"Um… Okay. How about… Cotton Eye Joe?"

"No."

"Hey Stephan?"

"No."

"Tango: Maureen?"

"That sounds like a girl's name to me. No."

"Rasputin?"

"NO! Come on Gaz, good ones would be helpful!"

"Favourite Son? Jesus of Suburbia? St. Jimmy?"

"No, no, I like that last one, but it's not perfect just yet."

"How about… Freddie. Freddie Mercury."

"That sounds… brilliant! Gaz! You're amazing!"

"I know."

"Hello Freddie," Cooed Scaramouche. "Freddie Mercury Figaro. It's perfect."

Scaramouche was trying not to cry remembering the birth of her baby Freddie. She had her hands on the bathroom door bracing herself against it, but as her bladder called for her attention she pushed through the door and into the bathroom. She wasn't expecting what she would see next.

There was blood, everywhere. All over the floor, the basins, the walls, and the mirror. But it was covering a body. The body of her best friend. It was covering Meat.

Scaramouche splashed her way through Meat's blood and dropped to her side, shaking her violently.

"Meat! Meat! Wake up Meat! Wake up! Please wake up. Please!"

That's when she looked at the mirror.

"I hope you're happy now Galileo… With her."

Scaramouche fell to the floor, leaning against the nearest wall. She finally realized what the noise was last night. It was Meat falling unconscious. She was breathing fast, and her heart rate was through the roof. She scrambled up and ran to the room she slept in last night and starting screaming.

"Gaz! Gazza! Shagileo! Galileo! Come here now!"

"What's wrong?"

"Follow me!" She screeched, running straight towards the bathroom.

"Scara, this is the girl's bathroom."

"I don't care, you need to come inside."

"But it's the girl's-"

"I don't give a shit! You need to come here!" Scaramouche grabbed Galileo's elbow and yanked him inside where he saw the most horrid site of his life.

"Meat… Holy shit. The mirror."

"I know Gaz. Do you think she saw us last night?"

"I don't know, but the blood looks very fresh, and the message looks forced. I think she may of."

"Oh God. Meat! Wake up!"

"I'll go get Pop, he can help."

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Pop had tied an old thing he called a 'bandana' around Meat's wrist, stopping any blood coming out, not that there was any coming out now anyway. The blood around her self-inflicted cut had long since dried up since she had spent the night on the floor unconscious. Pop was franticly splashing cold water on her face trying to wake her up. They had moved her into the bar and there was a small crowd starting to form around Meat.

As the crowd started to disperce around the room to sit down and have a drink, Meat began to stir.

"Ah shit, my head."

"MEAT!" All of the bohemians rushed to Meat's side, but Galileo pushed through the crowd to be right beside her.

"Meat, are you alright? Why did you do that to yourself?"

"Gaz. I'm fine… Wait, you. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you kiss her?"

"Scaramouche? She's my wife, Meat."

"I'm your girlfriend Gaz! She ran away, and I was there with you. I'm the mother of your unborn child! I've stuck by you on those nights when you wouldn't stop crying while she was roaming around the abandoned land. When I saw you kissing her, I realized you still loved her. I just wanted to die. You have to pick now Gaz. Me or her. Choose."

"Um…"

"Now!"

"Uh…"

"Holy shit Gaz. Now!"

"Scaramouche."