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Here I Go Again! (Group Fic) - Chapter Two - pureCAMP

A/N - so this was supposed to appear much earlier but disappeared from the queue but shes back!! a late happy birthday to the lovely lovely lyd at citrusflowers / pianowired <3

this will be submitted every saturday fyi, watch this space and please enjoy!

Mamma Mia - Chiquita - Dancing Queen - Super Trouper

Sharon groaned and cursed as she arched her back, trying to find the last dregs of life and energy in her body so that she could continue working. Every single day was nothing but work, but what with Trixie’s wedding approaching, she was busier than ever. Just that morning, she’d had to tell Karl at the bar that they really couldn’t afford to be giving out gratuitous drinks to every pretty girl that passed by, then she’d remade all the beds in the hotel, swept and cleaned all of the bathrooms, hung up the laundry to dry, and fixed a quick breakfast for Trixie all before ten, when Jinkx and Raja were due to arrive.

Although she was proud of her daughter for falling in love with a good, trustworthy man, she would be glad to rest when the whole wedding business was over - even though everyone and their brother on the island knew that really, she wouldn’t be resting at all.

Twenty years, and Sharon hadn’t rested a day.

“Yoohoo! Miss Workaholic! Get in here already, Jinkx and I have already opened the white wine!” Raja’s face appeared through the blue window shutters in the building Sharon stood in front of. At the sight of her, Sharon grinned.

“Without me? God, you two are as rotted as ever. Slow down!”

There were plenty of hours in the day, right? Sharon could afford to spend a couple of them drinking with old friends. She deserved it, after all. It was a special occasion. After giving her specific orders to the lads who were just hanging over the bar - and a death stare to ensure said orders were completed - she made her way up the stairs and into the room her friends had booked.

“There she is!” Jinkx cheered, wobbling her glass precariously. “You old fart, you.”

Sharon snatched the wine from the table, trying to ignore how the table wobbled - the legs needed sanding, no doubt - and drank straight from the bottle. “Relief!”

“You’re working far too hard,” Raja shook her head disapprovingly. “You need a break.”

Sharon shrugged. “This is a break!” She defended herself, gesturing to the bottle and flopping onto the bed where her two friends were sat.

Jinkx blew a loud raspberry. “As if! This isn’t a break, this is a normal day! Come on, Raj, you know she doesn’t rest these days.”

“Thank you.” Sharon clinked her bottle against Jinkx’s glass, the pair bursting into giggles when Raja rolled her eyes.

“I mean it, bitch. Go out, have fun! Get laid!”

At that, Sharon doubled over, spilling wine on both Jinkx and herself. “Oh, please! I am not that girl anymore. Jinkxy and I have the right idea, men are too much work. I’m glad I ended that whole slutty phase of my life.”

Although it wasn’t like I had a choice, Sharon wanted to tack onto the end. It was unnecessary; Raja and Jinkx already knew. They were her best friends, her ride-or-die girls, the ones who stuck by her and listened to her lamenting and crying. It didn’t matter then or now what they said, Sharon had always blamed herself. She’d slept around and she’d paid the price, and it wasn’t all bad. Trixie was a blessing, she reminded herself.

“Every lady still needs a bit of va-va-voom, darling.” Raja insisted. “I’ll find you a man myself if I have to. Now, Miss Mother-of-the-Bride, it’s time for you to loosen up and DRINK!”

Teaming up, Jinkx pushed Sharon down and restrained her whilst Raja took control of the wine bottle. After a few seconds, they released her, all three howling with laughter.

“Oh, god…” Sharon laughed, before shooting bolt upright. “Why did I even come in here? I’m so busy! There’s so much I need to do, the wedding is tomor-”

Jinkx held a finger against her lips. “You have all day!”

“No, I don’t!” Sharon rose to her feet, regret bubbling in her chest. “Girl time later - that’s a promise. After all, we have a hen party to go to! Just let me finish up…”

She was gone before they could pull her back, sweeping the steps on her way down. It was amazing to see her girls again, but she was overly conscious that the hotel needed cleaning at least every other day, what with it being so out in the open. If she didn’t finish cleaning today, it would be filthy by tomorrow and by then it would be too late, as she’d have to be preparing the wedding and decorations and getting Trixie ready and ensuring everything was perfect-

Breathe, she told herself. It was just a little extra work, nothing she couldn’t handle.

A few of the roofs needed repairing, she knew that. That was a good place to start.

As she made her way around, Sharon couldn’t help feeling proud. Around her, the air smelt fresh and aromatic, like honeysuckle and sea salt and baked bread. The walls were white - clean white. The courtyard was swept and clear, decorated with plants and tables, and the view was just breathtaking.

Yes, she had a crippling mortgage and almost no money, but sometimes, rarely, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She’d managed a hotel and raised a beautiful daughter alone. A wedding was something she could easily tackle. She’d done it all without any help.

“Karl, Michael, Danny, will you boys help me with the roof repairs? Take a block each, I’ll do the shed and back block.” Sharon rolled her eyes when they groaned. “You’re young, don’t complain. Hop to it!”

It felt good to be working. It always had. Taking her mind off of the list of stresses she had, to focus on getting rid of one of the stresses, had always helped. Slowly burning her way through the list of deeds that needed to be done was the only thing that would settle her mind. It had been this way for twenty years, since the resort had been built, and it wasn’t about to change anytime soon.

“Fucking hell.” Sharon murmured, climbing to her feet on top of the flat roof at the back of the hotel. Parts of the wooden planks were weathered - nothing she couldn’t cover with some handy trash bags and tape, but the edges of the hatch leading into the room below definitely needed some strong sealant. She silently prayed that none of the wooden planks were weakened. This was going to do her back in for sure, but falling through would be even worse.

She got to work quickly. With any luck, the repairs wouldn’t take long, and then all she’d have to do was take down the laundry, fold it, tell the kitchens what they needed to be preparing for tomorrow’s wedding dinner, and then palm off the rest of the small tasks to some of the young men. Hopefully, she’d have time to relax and have fun at the hen party.

Leaning over, she opened the hatch slightly and began to press down the sealant, stopping when she heard voices.

Now, Sharon knew she wasn’t crazy. They weren’t in her head. There were, however, several things she knew.

One: Nobody was booked into the room at the back of the hotel. Not a soul.

Two: One of those voices sounded familiar…

Three: No, two of them did…

Four: No… all three…

When it happened, it was like a cruel trick of fate. The shock of hearing those voices again hardly had time to register before the planks just nearby the hatch crumbled, sending Sharon falling backwards through the roof and into the room below. She let out a yelp and braced herself for a horrific landing, swearing loudly as she did so.

“My god.” Willam.

“Well, that was unexpected.” Jaremi.

“Sharon Needles, as I live and breathe.” Justin.

This had to be a nightmare.

The first face she laid eyes on was Willam’s. He was virtually unchanged - Sharon suspected surgery - his blonde hair still falling into his eyes the way it used to. Just like before, his voice was musical. He grinned as though something he’d seen was utterly hilarious.

Then she noticed Jaremi. His skin was still tanned from adventures abroad. His eyes were still warm and brown, crinkled a little with age. He was less petite than he had been all those summers ago, like he’d decided to grow and become a man in that time. Perhaps he had.

Justin was the one she didn’t want to look at, but did anyway. In comparison to Sharon, he’d aged like a fine wine. He was smiling, but gently - not obnoxiously like Willam. His hair was still dark, but Sharon could see the salt-and-pepper greys amongst the curls. His stupidly sparkling angel eyes were as beautiful as she remembered. He was as handsome as ever.

“That was quite the entrance.” Justin smiled.

With a jolt, Sharon realized the unfortunate position in which she’d fallen - flat on her back, her legs spread. Cheeks flaming, she scrambled to her feet, glaring angrily between all three faces.

“I’m gonna need to know what the fuck you’re all doing here, how you know each other, and who said you could stay in this room. Now.” She growled.

Willam blanched. “We don’t know each other. We just, uh…”

“Happened to be on the same boat.” Jaremi cut in. “For different reasons. I’m… Well, you know me. Travel writing. I’m writing about little lost Greek islands.”

Sharon crossed her arms. “And you?”

“Me…” Willam nodded. “Came here on holiday. Just a fun little vacation.”

“Alone, huh.” Sharon scoffed. “What say you, Justin?”

Justin’s gaze softened. “Revisiting the past.”

“You won’t find anything of the past here.” Sharon retorted. “You three need to leave, right now. You can’t stay here. I’m far too busy, the hotel is booked - a local girl is getting married and I need this space for her friends and family. Off you go, clear off.”

In all honesty, Sharon was panicking internally, though she refused to show it. What kind of devilishly bad luck was this? Three faces she’d spent twenty years forgetting about, not sparing a kind thought in their direction for two decades, turning up out of the blue? This wasn’t what she needed. Not at all.

“Hell, I’ll pay for a trip back to the mainland for you all. You don’t need to be here.”

Justin held up his hand to stop her distress, which Sharon didn’t take kindly to. “Now, listen here-”

“Sharon.” He spoke calmly. “It’s okay. We checked with one of your staff, this room is free. We’re happy to share if it takes some of the worry off you. Don’t stress about us.”

Sharon’s chest heaved up and down. “Don’t stress…” She murmured, in a low, angry tone. “You have a lot of nerve turning up here. A lot of fucking nerve.”

—

It took all of three seconds for Raja and Jinkx to figure out that Sharon was angry, and a bit distressed. The door slammed open, shocking them both half to death. Without hesitation, Sharon picked up the wine bottle from where she’d left it, downed it for a concerning amount of time, and then smashed it against the floor.

She wanted to scream. Anger, regret and repressed sadness broke out of her at once, wrestling in the pit of her stomach and constricting her chest. Conflicted emotions raged back and forth in her head, creating a warzone that she was stuck in the middle of. Not a word - not one single word - out of either of them for twenty years, and then they turn up out of nowhere? Sharon was going to kill them. She held back the urge to yell and tear her hair out, instead crumpling to the floor next to the smashed glass.

“Sharon!”

At once, the two girls surged forwards, concern and pity evident in their eyes. With some difficulty, they went to their knees, Jinkx cradling Sharon’s head to her chest as Raja rubbed her back.

“Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong.” She murmured. Sharon sniffed and buried her face, hiding herself.

Raja sighed. “Come on, it’s okay. I hate to see you like this.”

“‘M fine.”

“There’s no way you can deny it.” Jinkx said softly. “We can see you’re upset. You can cry on my shoulder, it’s okay.”

A surge of bitterness swelled up inside Sharon. It wasn’t fair that the only people she could rely on, for her entire life, were her friends. Twenty years ago, she’d sobbed into her friend’s pillows over the one that got away, over the mother disowning her, over the baby growing in her tummy. It was Raja and Jinkx alone that held her up when life brought her down. Once again, the men she vowed to forget were pulling her down, and her friends were trying to lift her back up.

“Trixie’s fucking dad is here. I swear, I could kill-” She blurted, her voice thick with tears.

Raja’s eyes widened dramatically. “You mean Justin? What is he doing here on the island?! He doesn’t even know about Trix!”

Sharon nodded, then shook her head immediately after. “Do- Do you remember Jaremi, the traveller?”

Both women nodded.

“I was with him, too. And… And Willam, the musician.”

Jinkx frowned. “Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of! I’d be impressed, you bagged three lookers! But what’s the issue?”

“It’s not only Justin!” Sharon cried out. “Fuck. Justin, Jaremi, Willam, they’re all here! All of - All of Trixie’s dads!”

She felt so stupid. Sure, she’d been young! But Jinkx and Raja were young too, and they all had wild summers - but only Sharon was foolish, only Sharon was the dumb slut, only Sharon was the reckless whore who went and got herself pregnant without even knowing the father of her baby.

“Th-They’re all here, and I don’t know why, but they won’t leave and they’re going to ruin Trixie’s wedding, I just know it!”

She began to rake her hands violently through her hair, stopping only when Raja pulled them away. “You’re gonna be okay, baby. We’re your best friends, you can rely on us.”

“Besides,” Jinkx added, kissing Sharon’s temple and dabbing at her tears. “Tonight is the hen party. No men allowed! Just all of us girls, no stupid men to think about. You get to dance and drink and have a good time, sans les hommes. Sound good?”

Through her tears, Sharon attempted a smile. “It’s not like I can get too drunk, I have a w-wedding to organise.”

“Pish and posh.” Jinkx told her. “You can get absolutely plastered if you so desire. Trixie will want you to relax!”

Raja nodded enthusiastically. “Besides, there’s no way the three of us will be stupid enough to squeeze into our old costumes if we’re not blind drunk.”

Sharon laughed. “I already h-had them adjusted. Lord knows we’re not eighteen anymore.”

“Size eighteen, maybe!” Jinkx joked.

“Speak for yourself!” Raja cut in.

“See?” Jinkx continued. “It’s gonna be okay. It’ll be a good night. Besides, if you’re worried about your man problem, they’re never gonna find out. There’s no way they’ll know Trixie is yours and… well, theirs.”

Raja pulled a face. “Well, Trixie does look just like you. But that being said, men are idiots. They’ll probably only realize when they’re back on the boat away from this island, never to be your problem again.”

“I love you two.” Sharon stated, leaning into her best friends’ embrace. “Still, I suppose this is partly my fault. Maybe if I hadn’t have been such a careless little slut-”

Both Raja and Jinkx rolled their eyes, scarily in sync.

“Oh please! Who are you, your mother? None of the Catholic guilt, now. As of tonight, we’re The Supermodels. We’re stars.” Raja declared.

Against her better judgement, Sharon was starting to feel a little better. “Do you really need reminding of why The Supermodels had to end?”

Despite her tone, the memory didn’t bother her all that much. At the time, it had been devastating. Skin-tight costumes, that closer resembled an actual layer of skin on their bodies than fabric, were a great idea when they were young and perky, as Jinkx would say. They were less of a great idea when an inconspicuous bump was thrown into the mix.

“End? Please. It was a temporary hiatus!” Jinkx harrumphed. “There was a slight setback of nine months, a steady break of twenty years, and now we’re back.”

All three burst into laughter. Even though the situation still played on the back of Sharon’s mind, her heart felt lighter. As long as her old flames didn’t bother her, she’d be able to focus on the wedding and just have a good time. She could enjoy the one good thing that had come out of that summer, watch her beautiful girl get married, and then send her three problems back to the mainland. It would all be okay.

“I really hope Trixie doesn’t run into those three until after the wedding, at least.” Sharon said suddenly, speaking her thoughts the moment they entered her head. “She looks so much like me. They’ll know she’s my daughter, we can’t pretend otherwise.”

Raja shook her head, pulling Sharon to her feet and nudging Jinkx to get up too. “None of that talk, please! We have a show to prepare for!”

She strutted over towards the old wardrobe in the corner of the room, swaying her hips as she went. Within seconds, she’d located the costumes and pulled them out, brandishing the sequined lycra proudly.

“We’re going back in time, baby.”

—

When Sharon emerged in front of the mirror a few hours later, perfectly timed with Jinkx and Raja, she felt the alcohol in her bloodstream send her into a fit of laughter.

“Am I drunk or do we look great?” She giggled, almost stumbling into Jinkx. The shorter girl tried and failed to steady her.

“Yes.” Raja replied shortly. “I know you got these adjusted, but tell me I’m not the only one who felt a real sense of achievement in being able to get this thing on.”

The three of them creased with laughter again, nodding.

Gaping sleeves, flared and ruffled legs, bright colours with sequins and diamantes… It was as if they’d stepped back into the 70s. Sharon felt incredibly lucky that Trixie enjoyed older fashion and music, or else her daughter would be incredibly embarrassed when she saw her. Still, she thought to herself, it wasn’t just the alcohol. She looked and felt a little bit like a kid again.

“One hell of a show, don’t you think?” Sharon’s voice was breathless.

The man before her grinned. “One hell of a costume. You look like a star.”

She grinned. “Justin, you flatter me. You think white’s my colour?”

Justin threw back his head and laughed. “As if. White is for angels, and you’re certainly not one of those. I could see you in red, like the devil… but white is nice in this instance.”

“White for purity,” Sharon mocked. “Like a white wedding! God, could you imagine? Me in some stupid huge gown with a veil to show my virginal goodness?”

At that, both of them snorted. The night was dark, lit up by strings of lights across the open bar. It felt like the kind of night where anything was possibly. Where love and life and light intermingled freely, barred by nothing. A warm summer breeze blew Sharon’s hair away from her face.

“Here comes the bride, all dressed in whiteee…” Justin sang, twirling Sharon around before pulling her into his chest. “You’re no bride, are you?”

She shook her head, kissing under his jaw. “Never. I think you’re crazy if you think marriage is cool. I think I’d get bored.”

Justin shifted, so both his arms were wrapped around Sharon from behind. She relaxed into him.

“I’m hurt, Needles. I suppose you’re too much of a rockstar.” He jabbed her in the side, and she squealed.

“If you don’t give me a reason to get bored and leave, then I won’t.” She told him.

Justin smiled. “If you keep singing in outfits like this, I’ll never leave. There’s no way I could get bored of this.”

“Sharon? Back to planet Earth, please.”

Sharon shoved her friends, shaking her head to clear her mind of the sudden flashback. She hadn’t thought about that for years, and wasn’t about to start now.

“Sorry. Think I’m going a bit delirious with stress.”

Jinkx snorted. “Think? I could’ve confirmed that for you years ago. Are we ready?”

“As we’ll ever be.” Raja finished.

As they made their way to the courtyard, Sharon felt a smile tugging at her lips. The boys had done their job well, knowing better than to defy her. A makeshift stage had been pulled against one of the empty archways, the lighting rigged up above it and speakers with wires trailing out of the courtyard into the street. The arch’s entrance was shrouded in glittery fabric, no doubt leftover from one of the seamstresses on the island. Strings of lights were hung around, and way up in the night sky, the stars glittered like tiny jewels. The girls were already dancing, Trixie in the centre of them all. Watching from behind the curtain, Sharon felt undeniably proud.

“Look at my girl.” She murmured, keeping herself out of sight so the surprise wasn’t ruined. “She’s so grown up now.”

Jinkx smiled softly. “Sometimes I still think she’s a little dot dancing around your kitchen and begging you to put Dolly on the stereo again.”

“She still does that, sometimes.” Sharon laughed weakly. “Though she’s not quite a dot anymore.”

Raja pulled Sharon into a hug. “I don’t know how you did it, but you raised a beautiful young woman and you should be very proud.”

“I couldn’t be more proud of her.”

“And yourself.” Raja admonished gently. “You deserve the credit. Trix didn’t have a dad, but she didn’t need one. She had a mom to do it all, ten times better than anyone else could do.”

Jinkx grinned, tugging Sharon out of Raja’s arms. “She’s going to absolutely love seeing her old mom out here on stage. I bet she’s never seen you like this.”

Appearing seemingly out of nowhere, Karl popped up next to Raja and winked.

“Hello gorgeous… Sharon, want me to start the music? The lads are just prepping for the big dive before we get to the stag, so I can do it now.”

Sharon swatted him away from Raja and nodded. Karl, as typically annoying and boyish as he was, worked hard when he wanted to. Though he often took a lot of jabbing and scolding, he was a good lad.

“Please. And Karl-” The young man turned, stopping his fiddling with the speaker. “-Stop your flirting with Raj. This is a girl’s night, and she’s old enough to be your mother.”

Regardless, Karl left with a wink and a kiss blown in Raja’s direction. As promised, the music came to a stop not long after he’d fiddled with it, and confused noises began to erupt from the sea of women.

The spotlight turned on, highlighting three spots in the centre of the stage. Sharon, Raja and Jinkx readied themselves behind the curtain.

“For one night!” Raja called out.

“And one night only!” Sharon added.

“Because that’s all we’ve got the breath for!” Jinkx butted in.

“We present to you - The Supermodels!”

The curtain drew back, and the three took their place in the spotlights. In the audience, a few girls began to shriek and cheer in excitement. Everyone who had ever been to the island knew a little something about The Supermodels, and the trio that used to sing in the bar before there was a hotel, but they hadn’t sung together as a group for twenty years. Trixie’s eyes shone as she made eye-contact with Sharon, her face splitting into a radiant smile. She knew they were doing it just for her.

The music started.

It was a rush, it really was. Spotlights, loud music, costumes, cheering. Around them, the hen party had gathered as close to the stage as they could get. Some were dancing, some were watching in awe, some - like Naomi and Kim - were cheering wildly, unable to get over the shock. Trixie was singing along.

This was what it was about. Not men - they were out of sight, out of mind as far as Sharon was concerned. It was about singing, enjoying the moment, and making her daughter’s night.

Part of her was convinced they’d all forgotten their old moves, and yet they hadn’t. Almost instinctively, they moved the way they used to, circling round one another, dancing like they were still the carefree eighteen-year-olds they’d once been. It was going to be a show to remember, Sharon knew it.

Trixie got up to dance, dragging Naomi and Kim with her. She was graceful and beautiful, and Sharon continued to put her all into performing, just for her. It was no wonder that she was getting married so young. Though it was something Sharon would never do, her daughter was a rare jewel in a world of stones. Brian had clearly seen that and taken the chance to treat her right before anyone else could.

“Congratulations, Trixie!” Jinkx yelled as the song finished. The crowd cheered.

Her eyes gleaming, Sharon watched as Trixie ran forwards to the stage. She took Sharon’s hands in her own and looked up pleadingly.

“Mom! Dance with me?”

Anytime Trixie wanted something, Sharon caved. Naturally, if it cost money she often had to refuse and gently explain, but if it cost time, or sleep, or anything else of the rare, precious nature, Sharon couldn’t say no. A dance cost nothing. It was Trixie’s last night of being Sharon’s little girl, and she needed to appreciate it.

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