Star-Crossed Lovers

Eat Your Heart Out

On Simon's next leave, it was in June. He went back to Manchester, England. Soap thought this was odd because the Brit didn't like going on leave. But now, he seemed eager to.

"Ghost, is everything okay?" The Scot asked, as he walked up to his Lieutenant. "Yeah, why?" He said, as he packed his things. "Well, it's jist that ye never liked goin' on leave, 'til now. Did somethin' happen?" "No, nothing happened. I just thought I should check up on my place and see how it's doing."

"Oh, well, have fun," Soap said, as he started to walk away. "Soap, wait." Ghost placed a hand on the Sergeant's shoulder to stop him. John turned around. "Yes?" Silence.

"...I'll miss you while I'm gone." Simon said softly, as he looked down. Soap tilted his head slightly to the side and smiled. "I'll miss ya, too, LT. I'll be here, waiting for yer return," he said, as he gently placed a hand on the Lieutenant's mask.

When Ghost got to Manchester, he quickly rushed to his home. He had been constantly checking his phone for the past week and a half, and for a specific reason.

Simon quickly went to his bedroom and opened the closet door. Inside was a black Jacquard low collar jumpsuit with rhinestones around the collar, and sleeves. "Oh, baby, how I've missed you," he said, as he pulled it out and laid it on the bed. Then he grabbed a makeup box and put it on the bed as well. He put on a Rock and Metal playlist, as he took off his mask and applied the makeup. The first song to play was No More Tears by Ozzy Osborne.

After the makeup was on, he put on the jumpsuit. He was smiling the entire time. Simon put on a big, blonde wig, some earrings, and his black high-heeled boots, and headed out to a bar. But someone was waiting for him there.

Ghost drove to the bar and headed backstage. The owner of the bar was there. "You're Fantasma, right?" She asked him. "Yes, ma'am, I am." "Well, you're just in time! You have five minutes before you're on. Is that enough time?" "Yes, ma'am, that's perfect," Simon said with a smile. "Alright, just let me know if you need anything, yeah?" "Yes, ma'am, will do."

John was sitting at a table in that exact bar, drinking a blue margarita, when he saw a Drag Queen walk on stage. He'd never seen one in person, so this was exciting for him. "Hello, everyone, my name is Fantasma!" The Drag Queen said with a confident grin, as she raised her arms in the air. The crowd roared with applause and cheers. "Haha! It's wonderful to see you again! I know I've been gone for a while... Okay, a few years, heh." A few chuckles came from the crowd. "But don't worry, everyone. I'll be making it up to you tonight."

Soap watched with an amused expression, as the Drag Queen danced to the songs, Part of Me by Katy Perry, Call Me by Blondie, and Applause by Lady Gaga. After that, she walked backstage. The Scot couldn't just let her leave; he had to tell her how great she was. So he followed her backstage.

"Excuse me, miss Fantasma!" He called to her. *Johnny?* Simon thought to himself, as he turned around. "Oh, hello, sir, may I help you?" he said in a higher-pitched voice, to match his persona. "I j'st wanted t' say, I'd never seen a Drag performer in real life b'fore, 'n' I'm glad it was you, cause that was pure dead brilliant!" John said with a big grin, as he clapped his hands excitedly.

"Calm down, sweetheart, you'll start hyperventilating," Fantasma said softly, as she placed a hand on John's. "Sorry, sorry, I j'st get easily excited... Wait, how'd you know I hyperventilate if I get too excited?" *Shit, what do I say?!* Simon thought to himself.

"A lot of people are like that, hun." "Oh, right... Sorry..." "You're fine, Johnny." A long, awkward silence surrounded the duo. "SIMON?!" John's eyes went wide. "Sigh, yes, it's me, Johnny." Ghost rolled his eyes. "You're a Drag Queen?!" "Yes." Silence.

Simon sighed and looked away. "Look, you'd better not say anything to the guys back on base," he warned. "I promise, Si... or should I say, Fantasma~?" John said with a grin. "Shut up already..." Silence.

After a while, the two walked outside. "So, you were born a girl, then transitioned to a guy, and you dress as a girl for money?" Soap said with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, kind of. I used to do it for the money. Everyone that came to this bar knew Fantasma, and they loved her. After I was enlisted in the military, Fantasma was locked away."

"But why didn't ye just take leaves t' bring her back?" Soap asked, as he looked over at Simon, who was still in Drag. "I don't know, actually. I guess I got caught up in my job, that I never thought about it," the Brit said with a shrug.

"Well, would ye want t' do more of it, if ye could?" "I don't know. I think my next show is gonna be my last. I'm getting old, y'know." "Fuck off, ya cunt. You're not old," Soap said as he stood in front of Ghost with his hands on his hips and his brows furrowed. "Johnny, move. "No, Simon, not until ye say you're not old."

Simon rolled his eyes and walked around him, only to be stood in front of again. "Move, MacTavish," he said in a slightly more serious tone. "Say you're not old." Simon walked around the Scot again, only to be blocked yet again. "Sergeant, I won't ask again." "Well, technically, ye never asked." John said with a raised eyebrow. "Ugh, I don't have time for this." He looked down at the smaller man. "You'll move if I say I'm not old?" He asked. "I have t' believe it, but yes." Silence.

"...Fine.... I'm... not old. There, I said it. Happy?" "I dinnae believe you," Soap said. "What the fuck do you want me to say? I said I'm not old! What more could you want?" Simon said as he threw his hands in the air. Soap grinned. "You want a kiss, don't you?" Ghost said, as he lowered his arms and furrowed his eyebrows. John nodded, still grinning like an idiot. "Ugh, fine." Simon picked him up and kissed him.

When the two separated, Soap had lipstick on his mouth. His face was bright red. "Now, I believe you..." He said breathlessly. "Fuckin' hell..."