The Loser in the End--The Sequel

The Man in the Limo

You strained to hear his voice over the sound of pouring rain.  The outline of his hair gave it away.  Of all people, it was Brian May.  Fuck.

"Rough night at work?" he asked, jokingly implying you were a streetwalker.

"Leave me alone!" you cried. You never thought his jokes were funny, especially not now.

"Ok, bad joke," Brian admitted. "Let me give you a ride home."

"Fuck you," you spat. "I'd rather walk!"

With that, you attempted to walk away, but you were limping in pain.

Brian emerged from the limo, and now he was beside you with an umbrella.

"Come on," he said gently. "Let me give you a lift. You'll never make it home like this."

"I said leave me alone!" you snapped.  You were so humiliated for him to see you like this.  You nearly fell, and he caught you.

"Please," he said.  "I'm not going to leave you like this."

"Fine," you shrugged in defeat, and he helped you back to the limo. You realized he was your only hope in making it home in one piece.

"Now what's your address?" he asked.

Suddenly, you broke down into tears again. You just realized you'd left your purse back at the bar, which meant you didn't have your house keys.

"What's wrong?"  he asked, putting his arm around you.

"I...I don't have my purse..." you sobbed. 

"Do you know where you left it?" he asked. "We can go back there and look for it."

"NO!" you said vehemently.

"Ok..." he said, a little startled by your response.  Then he instructed the driver to drive to his apartment.

That was the last place you wanted to go, but you didn't have much choice at this point.

He couldn't help but notice your dress was soaked, and it left little to the imagination. You started shivering, and he pulled you into his warmth, trying to warm you up.   But you were stubborn, and you resisted.

"You know," he said softly, "This shoulder is perfect to cry on..."

At that moment, he made you feel so safe, and you let his warmth envelop you. You laid your head on his shoulder and let the tears flow.

"There you go," he said soothingly, handing you a tissue. "Everything's gonna be all right."

Momentarily, your tears stopped, but you continued lying in his warm arms.  You were just too exhausted to move.   You wondered what Freddie was doing right now...was he still in the bar making out with that girl,  or had they gone back to his place?    Was she in his bed right now?  Was he inside her at this very moment?    You shuddered and nestled deeper into Brian's welcoming arms.  You desperately needed the warmth and comfort he was providing...

When you got to his building, he helped you out of the limo and into the elevator. Unsurprisingly, the elevator whisked the two of you up to the top floor. Of course, Brian had a penthouse suite.

The elevator opened, and he led you to his apartment. But you were hobbling too much now, and he picked you up and carried you the rest of the way.  As he was about to open the door, a man stepped out of his apartment a little way down the hall.  He couldn't help but notice Brian carrying a girl in his arms.

"Brian May!" he exclaimed. "You live in this building too?  I had no idea we were neighbors!"

Brian turned around to speak to the man, and the man froze as he saw your face.

"What the fuck's going on here?"  the man  demanded, his brow furrowed in anger and confusion.

"Shit," you whispered.  The man was Andy Summers. "Andy..."

You wanted to explain...wanted to tell him what was going on...but you just didn't have the strength...