Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Where Do We Begin?

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

"Actually, please do come. Who knows what he'll pull or even say. I want you around when he does it." You finally gave in to Roger.

Not because you loved him and wanted to make him pleased which you also did but for the safety of yourself and it would be stupid to go alone.

Roger was begging you that he could come with you to meet Dr. Powell in the prison. You thought you could fight your own battles and he would surely make fun of you for having to bring your husband along to fight your battles.

But fuck him.

And maybe you weren't big enough to fight this battle alone. So yeah, Roger can come.

You needed him there, needed him to drive home if you were a complete mess afterward, to remind you of real life, show you his words are nothing more than lies. 

Or maybe they weren't lies what he said about that night at the bar when you first had sex with Roger. When you truly fell in love with him. His dreamy eyes, sweat dripping from his bare soft chest you've got to lay on countless times, His wet hair, oh god he was so hot and you knew at that moment you wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man. 

Maybe he did something, he probably did do something.

But whatever the situation may be, it'd be better to have him there than to be alone.

So you grab the keys to the van, grabbed your hoodie and bag, and were off.

Roger kept his hand on your upper thigh as he usually would do in the car as you listened to the radio play Don't Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John.

You loved Elton John. His voice, his writing, his fashion. He reminded you of Freddie in his beautiful ways a bit. His fashion was outrageous and extraordinary though a different style than Freddie's, he also wore exotic clothes.

The way he played the piano so beautifully just like Freddie.

Elton John was truly a wonderful musician and you hoped he would live a long and amazing life.

You arrived outside of the prison.

It was dark and dreary that held innocent and non-innocent criminals, you weren't sure if they were meant to be there or it was an accident, you didn't know their stories.

Some of them definitely deserved to be there. The number of murders like Ted Bundy or Sons Of Sam, they definitely deserved to be locked up. No, they don't, they deserve death row immediately. 

It scared you and disgusted you that there were people like that out there from abusive dads to satanic cults, it made you sick starting to think about it.

Dr. Powell wasn't a murderer so you guessed he wasn't the baddest one in here.

Oh right, your best friend is in here for murder. How could you forget?

The building was full of dread and pure terror. An unjust way of living. The stories Savanna told you were disgusting. The food, the bathrooms, the treatment, the guards, it was all awful.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. This is Roger Meddows Taylor. We are here to visit Dr. Powell."

"Chase Powell?" The lady said scrolling down her computer screen till finding a matching name after a few awkward seconds.

She was fat and had a round face. Her clothes almost drooped off of her. Her glasses hung from her neck on a string and sat on the tip of her little button nose. Her fingers clacked on the keyboard and then looked up at the two of you.

You gave her a sweet smile and nodded.

She observed the two of you with squinting and judgemental eyes.

"Visitation doesn't start for another 3 minutes. Please wait in your seat until called." She said in a monotone "I don't want to be here" sorta voice.

Roger gently grabbed your elbow and walked with you over to two open chairs by a window. You could see the brick wall wrapping around a corner and the grave and depressing car lot full of police vehicles and visiting people's cars. It was a lot more crowded than it usually would be if it wasn't a visitation day for the inmates.

You held Roger's hand and patiently waited. You honestly enjoyed waiting here. It was better than talking to Chase.

Now knowing his name, you guessed not to call him a doctor anymore as he lost his job and was in jail for a few months. Seven months you believe the judge sentenced him for lying to a patient and physical harassment.

It was terrifying you knew you were purposely in the same building as him. He may be behind bars or with protection but he was still there and you still had to talk to him, face to face which was terrifying in itself.

He would be sitting right there in only a few minutes.

His dark shaggy flat hair that sat flat against his head, his round almond eyes that was full of evil and could speak a million disgusting words without opening his mouth.

The disturbing thoughts that could creep around in that wicked head of his.

"Ok please line up at the metal detector. We will be scanning you then you may enter the visitation room." The lady at the computer said.

You stood up and followed the rest of the visitors to where the line was forming.

"Y/N." You told the guy patting you down your full name and Roger repeated when it was his turn.

You walked down a hallway along with the rest of the visitors into a big room with the inmates sitting at different tables waiting for the group of you.

You spotted Dr. Powell sitting at his assigned table, malevolently. You made eye contact with him and he gave you a mischievous smile and you starred at him with as much hate as you could muster up.

You pulled out the chair across from him as he leaned back relaxed in his blue plastic folding chair. Roger went over to the guards and asked for an extra chair. He pulled it over and sat as close as he could next to you.

"So where do we begin?" He asked and smiled, knowing he had won.