Hello there!

Sorry I haven't updated in eons... School is fun. Not. I would rather write for you guys but NOOOO! I have to learn about Mega Churches and Statistics and Government. -_- Fun.

Do you want to know a bit about me? Well… I'm a dancer, I have my exam in 6 days and I'm currently sitting in my leotard and tights because I just came back from and Exam practice. I'm also number 5 in the exam so I get to do almost everything by myself.

HELLO TO MY FRIENDS READING THIS! CHARLOTTE, BAILEY AND JAMES! And to anyone else stalking me… Oh, Charlotte! Friday's French lesson included this: J'habite à Cambridge en Nouvelle Zélande dans une petite maison jaune. Cambridge c'est une ville à la campagne.

But enough of French… HERE COMES WWRY!

"Wha-What?"

"I choose Scaramouche."

"You bastard." Meat said quietly. If you weren't listening you would've missed it, until she started screaming. "You bastard! You'd pick her," Meat spat, pointing at Scaramouche. "Over me and your unborn child? You self centered, childish, arrogant prick! You don't deserve me, you never deserved me! Look what I did for you," She pointed at the cuts on her wrists. "These are the scars of your love! I'll have these scars forever, nothing can get rid of them. So get out. Get out!" Meat was screaming at the top of her lungs, the bar dead silent, watching the slight before them unravel.

"Listen, hun," Galileo tried to calm her down, but him calling Meat 'hun' brought on a new fight.

"Don't you dare 'hun' me! You've chosen now, you can't go back! Enjoy your decision for the rest of your life. Enjoy her, because you're never getting me back. Never!"

Galileo and Scaramouche fled the room, Meat yelling at their backs.

"Yeah, that's right! You better run! You and your chick! You better be happy now Scaramouche, you homewreaking whore!"

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"That was harsh." Scaramouche murmed to Galileo after they had finished running straight to the end of the street outside the Heartbreak. She was bracing herself against a brick wall that used to encase a building, before it fell down.

"Huh?" Galileo said breathlessly.

"That was harsh."

"Yeah, I guess."

"You homewreaking whore." Scaramouche mocked. "Isn't she a pleasant girl. Oh well, you made the right choice Gaz. Now it's just you, me and Freddie."

"Don't forget ZeeZee"

"Zee Zee?"

"Yeah, Zee Zee Top. That's what I've nicknamed mine and… person's kid."

"Where did that come from?"

"I dreamt it one night. It just came to me."

"Oh, okay… Anyway, what do we do now? We can't just go back to the Heartbreak while Meat's like… That, but we can't stay out here all night. We'll freeze to death!"

"Don't worry about that, lovely," Said a figure stalking out of the shadows of the now decrepit old building. "I have a great idea."

Galileo and Scaramouche gasped as they saw the man walking towards them. He looked the same as always. Grey hair slicked back tightly, grey suit perfectly pressed, no dirt on it to be seen, and trademark black sunglasses, even though it was the middle of winter.

"Khashoggi!"

"That's me! Now, time to go night-night!" Khashoggi zapped them with a stun gun that made them fall unconscious in a heap on the cold ground. "Khashoggi to Killer Queen, Khashoggi to Killer Queen."

A bright screen popped up in front of Khashoggi with the Killer Queen's moving image on it.

"You bellowed for me, Commander?"

"Yes, Madam. I have found them."

"Them? Who are 'them'?"

"The rebels: Galileo and his bad-arsed babe."

"Really?"

"Yes, Madam. Really."

"Ahaha! At long last! Well done commander! Bring them to me at once!"

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"Oh my god, my head!" Scaramouche was the first to wake in the dingy cell at GolbalSoft headquarters. She was holding her throbbing head, and it was wrapped in a bandage. She started to shake the sleeping Galileo next to her in an attempt to wake him. It worked. "Gaz, Gaz baby, wake up! Come on Gaz, wake up!" Scaramouche said anxiously. When Galileo started to stir, Scaramouche started to shake him more violently. "Gaz! Wake up Gaz!"

"I'm up, I'm up! Ow, my head!" Galileo said, sitting bolt upright.

"Hey, don't hurt yourself now! I only just got you back!"

"Wha, what are we doing here?"

"I, I don't know."

"Where are we?"

"I don't know. I think we're somewhere in GolbalSoft." Scaramouche was starting to get pissed. Why did Galileo have to keep asking questions that she didn't know the answer to?

"What happened to us?"

"For the last freaking time, I don't know!"

"Okay… Pissed Scaramouche. Great."

"Don't start that crap with me Figaro."

"Ah…" Galileo hissed, probing his head over the bandage, hitting a sore spot at the very back of his head. "I think there's something at the back. Come have a look, Scaramouche." Galileo started to pull his bandage off. Scaramouche crawled over in their shared cell to where Galileo was fighting with the strip of cloth. When he finally got it off, she assessed the back of his head.

"There's nothing here Gaz."

"Really? Because it hurts like hell."

"See if there's anything with me." Scaramouche said, pulling off her bandage much more gracefully than her partner. Galileo put his fingers on her neck and slowly started pushing.

"Anything here?" Galileo said, waiting for Scaramouche's response regarding pain.

"Nope."

"Here?"

"No."

"Here?

"I think we can gather that there is nothing on my head because I have had no pain-"

"Here?"

"HOLY VIRGIN MOTHER OF GOD!"

"I rest my case." Galileo said, pulling away from his wife.

"Oww." Scaramouche growled, rubbing the back of her skull. "You don't think they implanted anything again?"

"I think they might've"

"Damn. What do we do now?"

"Well, we try to escape."

"Great. An escape misson." Woop-de-freaking-do."

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"Where did you find them, Commander?"

"On the street outside of their precious 'Heartbreak Hotel'."

"You're a genius, Khashoggi!"

"I know Madam, I know."

"What do we do with them now?"

"Well," Khashoggi started. "The team in the medical unit have implanted them with microtransever trackers, similar to the ones that they had before. We have them locked up in a cell for the mean time."

"Excellent. Anything else I need to know?"

"Ah, yes, Madam. I believe that they may have a child."

"A child?"

"Yes. Freddie. And that Galileo may have another one on the way… With another woman. Called Zee Zee Top."

"What a strange name for a woman."

"No, the child is called Zee Zee."

"Oh… Two children, huh? And both with different mothers? What a little man-whore."

"I know, Maam."

"So what do we do now?"

"We wait, Madam. We just simply wait."

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"Where are Galileo and his bitch?" Macca asked Pop. He may not show it, but he was very partial to the Dreamer.

"We don't know, Macca. We're trying to find them."

It's the middle of the night, and it's snowing. Outside, it is pitch black and freezing. Inside, it's light, but it's still damn cold. Charlotte Friggin' Church was consoling a terrified Freddie. His mother and father had disappeared into nothingness, nowhere to be found. For his mother, this was the second time. Freddie was crying and shaking, and Charlotte had seated him next to a make-shift fire in an attempt to stop the shaking, trying to get some warmth back into him.

"Hey Fred-man, how are you feeling?" Pop said, sitting next to Freddie.

"Like total shit."

"You better not use that word mate."

"Mum and Dad use it."

"That's because only adults can use it. By anyway, why do you feel horrible?"

"You know why. Mum and Dad have just left me, again! I'm all alone, again. I have no one here to talk to. Everyone has left me."

"No they haven't Freddie. Lady is still here."

"Screw Lady! I want my Mum and Dad!"

"Hey hey hey, calm down mate. Don't go saying things you'll regret in the morning."

"I guess you're right. I just want them here. And they're not." Freddie started to cry on Pop's shoulder, Pop just patting his head.

Poor boy, Pop thought, he's gone through enough. But why would they just up and go? I know Galileo, and he wouldn't do that. Not to Freddie. Freddie is his world. He would never do anything to hurt him.

Just then, Meat appeared in the doorframe. "Pop, can I please talk to you?"

"Sure." He slowly lifted Freddie's head off his shoulder and rested it on Charlotte's shoulder instead. Meat ducked out of the door, and took Lady's hand and led her into the room. Lady let go of her Mum's hand and walked toward Freddie, sitting next to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek before giving him a hug.

Pop walked toward Meat as she went out of the room, closed the door and lent against it.

"What should I do?"

"About what?"

"The whole Gaz-and-Scaramouche-running-away situation! It was my fault they left, I know it was, so don't tell me otherwise. And know Freddie is distraught and left without parents and he's by himself and I feel horrible and-"

"Woo, chick, take a breath! Look, it was your fault they left. I know Gaz. You know Gaz. He'll come back when he's ready. He can't be more than a few days. Trust me, okay?" He put his hand on her shoulder and looked into her green eyes that were brimming with tears.

"Okay." She sniffed. "I trust you."

"Good girl. Now, do you want a hot chocolate?"

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Angst…

I'm not really an angst writer, so I hope that was okay…

And yes, I know that 'Zee Zee Top' is spelt ZZ Top. I just wanted to write it that way so that it looked the way you say it. That was another random Shagileo moment, and I promise that the baby won't be called that… unless you want me too!

Longest chapter so far… Hope you like! Yes, you too Charlotte! (Oi, Char, I have Tony photos to stick in my locker tomorrow… Guess who'll be helping me! ;) )

I love you all, my little hens!
Mackenzie!

P.S. I shall now go get unchanged from my dance gear, it's starting to get uncomfortable!