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~~~~~~meanwhile in London~~~~~~~~

"I'm not helping you! I don't want any part of it!" She peers behind me, lifting herself on her toes trying to sneak a peak into the back seat of my car.

"But they're just children. I thought you loved him. I love him enough to do this for him, I guess you don't...," I know it's a cheap move, but it's worth a shot.

Marys eyes seem to gloss over when I openly admit my love for him. Freddie seems to collect all of these hearts and then leave us all out to dry. I know she knows how I feel. We're the same in some ways. Both touched by love, but only by his fingertips.

"Jim, I- he won't understand it that way. I'm telling you! It's not going to end well! I've already done my time for Paul. I'm not doing anything else-,"

"Oh, you didn't do it for Paul and you know it! Everyone's had their own agenda. But this time, it's Jimmy running things and he's fucking lost his mind,"

She begins to back away, to slowly creak the door closed, but I step inside the doorway preventing her from shutting me out.

"Jim, please. I'm done with it. I've washed my hands clean! I only want his forgiveness and-,"

"This is the only way he'll forgive you"

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Cherie:

"I'm Chrissy by the way, and this is Anna,"

"Charmed.," I reply without giving her a second breath. I start to pour the contents of the champagne bottle into two flutes, handing one to Kash while we wait.

"You know you don't have to be such a stuck up bitch," Anna speaks up, obviously feeling the need to defend her friend.

"You know you don't have to be a fucking whore! I'll be the biggest bitch you'll ever meet and that's a promise—ooops!," i act quickly as the door swings open and splash my flute across to her. Immature- yes. But who the hell cares.

"Sorry to keep you waiting ladies! We had to sign a few autographs,"

"Roger! You scared me!," I tut and pout my lips as the guys get in. "Ooh, now look! You're all wet," feigning regret, I throw a handful of napkin to the drenched girl's lap.

"Is everybody nice and wet?," Freddie chuckles as he climbs into limo, taking the seat beside me.

"Well, I am!," Anna says, blowing him a kiss with a flirtatious wink from across the stretch.

"Me. To...," I stare directly at her, seeing the fume steam off of her head as I grab Freddie's hand and place it at base between my thighs.

"Oh?," Freddie starts to nibble on my ear in response, tickling my skin with his mustache.

I giggle lightly, turn to grab his chin and lift his lips to mine. Tasting the alcohol on his tongue, my guess is the guys were trying to unwind before meeting back with us. The liquor loosens the swirl of his tongue- I don't mind the crowd one bit.

"Ahhhemmmm," A wretched cough interrupts us. Shit. Okay, so maybe Kash doesn't want to watch me slobber all over her brother.

"Save it for the hotel room, huh?," She scrunches her face and rolls her eyes.

With the radio turned all the way up, everyone chatters excitedly waiting to arrive at the night club for a fabulous evening. I feel myself begin to relax with the bubbly in my belly and Freddie's warm hands running up and down my stockings.

Once the car comes to a stop at the entrance of the club, I spot the long winding line of people waiting all the way down the side of the building. As soon as the door to the limo opens, the bumping music fills my ears along with the sound of fans from the crowd hollering and making their way towards us.

Freddie holds me close to his side as we're escorted in by security. The club is already jam packed, it's difficult to maneuver around the swarms of people. Especially when fans start to follow our group.

As we all find a big enough table to sit at, the boys take some time to take photos with waiting fans and sign autographs, until they can politely excuse themselves.

We're all sat at a round table with cushioned couch seat in a lounge setting. Chrissy and Brian are all over each other since the moment he sat down. The sight alone makes me want to barf.

"So, Roger, wanna buy a girl a drink?," Anna asks, batting her lashes at Roger, who shifts to slide over in his seat.

"Yeah, sure- what will the rest of you have?," he stands out of the lounge quickly, as everyone speaks up theirs orders. "I'll go and help," Deacy volunteers.

"I haven't been dancing in forever! Come on, Cher! Loosen up a bit!," Kash squeals as she pulls my arm, swinging me out of my seat along with her.

The place is way too loud to hear anyone farther than arms length away. We wave goodbye to the boys as they order drinks for the table, leaving them behind as we make our way to the dance floor.

Feeling the beat, we start to dance circles around each other, giggling like school girls, already feeling the drunken haze. I sense the eyes of other dancers on us when we go a level lower, away from the VIP section.

A man with long, curly blonde hair comes behind us, grinding his pelvis against my hip. Kash's eyes catch sight of him as I try to wiggle away. Her arms wrap around my waist, tugging me away from him.

In the next instant, his lips are at my ear, "Mrs. Mercury, lovely to see you out tonight! You look as amazing as ever," he seductively blows in my ear.

Turning to face him, my confidence withdrawals to see the curled lip smile of the rockstar attempting to dazzle me. "Oh, hi!," I bashfully begin. "I didn't know it was you,"

"You know him?," Kash asks, pulling me aside toward the staircase to our section.

I quickly wave goodbye to him, not wanting to seem rude. "Uh, no or not really— but come on Kash! He's Robert Plant!,"

As I explain who the mystery man is to Kash, he beckons me back into the dance floor, twirling his heap of curls around as he shows off his dance moves, waving his sweaty exposed stomach to the music. I giggle into my hand, watching the way his skinny body shimmers in the strobe lights with his sequined, unbuttoned vest.

Kash merely shrugs as I take off in his direction, taking the hand he offers when the music starts to pump through the speakers. "Is a dance such a problem," he hollers above the music, bumping our hips together, cackling like old friends.

"None at all. My husband adores your band!," I respond before he twirls me around from his finger tips.

As I spin into his chest, prepared to leave the space between our sweaty bodies once again, he holds me close against him. Finding a spot at the base of my back to grab onto, his pelvis pressed against mine while his hand begins to travel downward.

I start to get nervous. Old triggers invading my mind, I begin to feel the tremble of fear roll through my body, too afraid to push him away as he aggressively digs his fingers into the fabric of my dress.

I push against his shoulders, trying to back away from such an intimate embrace. "Oh, Robert— you've found my wife!," Freddie yells directly into his ear causing Roberts hands to immediately stop his try at roaming. Instead, his eyes light up, his interest piques at the girl on Freddies arm.

Freddie continues dancing beside us, with Anna wrapping her arm around his neck. She stares at me as if she's pulled one over on me. I smile widely at her, letting my cool expression puzzle her face.

"Ah- hey Freddie! Just warming her up for you," he winks, backing away from Freddie's smoking glare.

I try to keep the dance rhythm going as were all together now, dancing as if this isn't the most awkward situation ever. Anna seems to be enjoying herself as she clings onto Freddie's shoulders and sways the beat, her hips a bit too close to his for my comfort.

Freddie spins her around a couple of times, making Anna smile and giggle like a school girl, until he spins her into Robert in one skilled push and swoops in to take my hand.

"There. Problem solved," He whispers in my ear as his arms wrap tightly around my waist, his hand travels to my backside, showing who it is I belong to.

"Thank you, I didn't want to start a fight or anything-," I begin to say, but I can feel the heat radiating off of Freddies neck as I run my hands through the back of his hair.

"Stop making me fight for you then, Cherie. You're mine," I'm taken back by his grumbling angry tone. Looking up to his face, I can see his eyes are still on Anna and Robert as they've already started to suck face and grind together on the dance floor just a few spaces away from us.

"Grown a crush or something?," I yell into his ear to catch his full attention back to me.

"She's only sixteen! I'm just looking out for her," He resounds, his eyes still locked on the way Roberts grip tightens on the young girls curves.

"Sixteen! What the hell is she doing out with us!," Deacy groans when we get back to the table. Freddie had us run off the dance floor to inform the others of Anna's little rockstar escapades.

"Cool it. I didn't know!," Brian retorts. His hand clamps around Chrissy's, trying to soothe her worry.

Looking over my shoulder I can see Robert lead Anna into a dark booth. He's notoriously known for kidnapping young girls to slave at his will. Maybe we should intervene.

"I-I just meant to show her a good time. She shouldn't be alone with him— she's too naive. She'll give into anything he wills. She loves Zeppelin.," Chrissy's eyes begin to swim with tears at the brim. I feel a little sorry for her, but mostly I think she's an idiot!

"It's fine. I'll get her," Freddie stands from his seat as I try to keep him seated with me. He stops to turn and bend to speak in my ear. "It's fine, darling. I won't start a fight,"

"It's my fault. I'll come with," Brian excuses himself to follow Freddie as the rest of us feel the kill of the night and sink into our seats to wait for the outcome.