SPACE DEMENTIA

Spin-off of 'How did it come to this ? ' . You don't need to read the previous story to understand this one, since it's not a proper sequel, it's just a bunch of episodes involving Matt, Dom their living together in Como and... Italian television!

Setting: Como. Spring/Summer 2007

Pairing: BellDom (of course!)

Genre: Comedy, parody, dementia, fluff, slice of life

Disclaimer : this could be the longest thing to read - Matthew Bellamy and Dominic Howard DON'T belong to me (but they belong to each other , lol!) , I don't own Chris Wolstenholme, either.
I write only for fun, but also to prove the world how crazy, insane and dangerously demented my mind can be

Beta; thanks to the lovely Hal (theloyalmuser ) and the lovely Ivonne( hope_to_last ) for theit huge help!

There's no need to say that 'these ' Matthew and Dominic are a parody of the real ones. I love Muse with all my being, I respect them, I guess they are music genius (esp. Bellamy!) , but I can't resist the temptation of making fun of them a little bit, OK, maybe much more than a little bit. But even this one is a pure form of fan-love, lol.

Well , in this 'thing ' (C'mon, I can't call it a proper fanfiction!) they could barely remind you to Beavis&Butt-head (of, course, Dom and Matt are much more gorgeous than them!)

There are a lot of references to stuff of 2007, but don't worry, there's youtube to help! ;) Anyway, since it's Italian stuff, I'll try my best to make you understand what I mean, but it won't be always so simple.. well, let's try!

Summary: A gathering of short and very, very stupid one-shots that get worse and worse. The common thread is : Matthew and Dominic know that they have a satellite TV, but they insist watching the Italian TV.. and they watch a lot of it. Get ready for the consequences!

L'accendiamo? ( aka Final Answer?)

"Are you still watching it?" Dominic wonders, as he comes back home, after a very pleasant afternoon full of shopping around the richest boulevards in Como. He carries tons of shopping bags and grins widely.

His only answer, Matthew gesturing him to shut up, bringing his finger to his lips, not even turning to look at him. He remains laying on the sofa, resting his elbow on the armrest with the hand on his temple.

"Could you please explain to me why you need me to shut up if you can't understand a single word of what the quiz master is saying?" the blond makes Matt notice, as he puts his shopping bags on the floor and sits on the sofa next to Matt's.

"Silence helps me concentrate better." the brunet replies.

"You have no idea about what the question is! You can't even read it!"

"It doesn't matter. I know the answer, even if I can't read it, either. The answer is 'B'. You'll see."

They both observe the contestant as he takes his time to silently ponder, which is a clear sign that the question must be kind of difficult.

Then the man starts to pour out his reasoning, but obviously the two Englishmen can't understand a single word of his babbling.
A bunch of minutes and a lot of eternal chatting later, the contestant says something and, as if by magic, the four options become two.

"See? Please notice, answer 'B' is still there." Matthew comments, pompously.

"It's only a coincidence. I bet 100 pounds that the answer is 'D'." Dom challenges him.

"How many times do I have to remind you that here in Italy we use Euros? Whatever, we're going to play in Wembley in a month, so the pounds will come in handy. It's a deal!" he accepts.

"What makes you think that you'll win?" Dominic raises his eyebrow, in disbelief.

"I just know it." Matt smirks.

In the meantime, at the quiz-show the tension increases. After all, the jackpot that Matt and Dom can see on the screen is considerable and so that is why the contestant is about to give up and save what he earned so far, rather than risk and lose everything.

Only the brave the quiz master says in English, inviting him into the hazard.

It's a sentence that he repeats very often which makes Matt and Dom feel more involved in the quiz-show, although they both would like to teach him a thing or two about its correct pronunciation.

Under the spell of that magic sentence, the contestant murmurs something and then he shuts up.

The quiz master asks him something in Italian that Matthew could swear is always the same sentence, at the end of every level.

The contestant nods and immediately after the box containing answer 'B' lights up and from grey turns to yellow.

After the quiz master's waffle, which the two English viewers judge teasingly long, the highlighted box containing the answer turns green.

Since the very fist time they have watched that quiz show, Matthew and Dominic have figured out only one thing: if it turns green, it means that it's the correct answer.

Another confirmation of that theory is the triumphant sound that goes with the change of colour of the answer, but mostly the huge grin that appears on the contestant's features.

It's the same huge, cocky grin that Matt is wearing.

"Well, well, in Wembley I'll settle a score with you, my dear Mr-Now-I-Lack-100-Pounds-In-My- Bank-Account!" he taunts the blond, rejoicing and raising his arms up, as a sign of victory.

"I can't believe it. You guessed right even this time. How do you always manage to do that?" Dominic asks him, astonished.

"What can I say? It must be my sixth sense." the singer shrugs.

"I hate you!" the drummer hisses.

"S'not true. You love me way too much to hate me." the brunet strikes back.

The blond sticks his tongue out to Matt, before throwing a pillow at him.

Matthew laughs, ready to throw it back at his partner.

"Matthew?" Dom calls him, a moment later.

"Mm?"

"One fine day I'm going to make you enter that quiz show!"

THE END

Fine. I can assure you that this stupid thing is the shortest of all the one-shots, but also the most serious, too, the one that Matt and Dom emerge from in the most decent way ever, lol!

Anyway, in case you didn't figure out, it was about Matt and Dom watching the Italian version of 'Who wants to be a millionaire? '.

Let's say that this story is mostly a warning like 'are you really sure that you want to read more of this absurd stuff? '

If you like it, please tell me, if you hate it, please tell me anyway!

Thanks for reading.