Good Company - Queen Fanfiction

Chapter 15

April 10th, 1979

Over the last few days I have been biding my time, unsure with what to do about what Roger said to me the other night. The more I have thought about it, the idea of Marc and I not being together anymore, is scary but I don't feel it'd be such a bad thing. If we remain friends that'd be nice, but I don't need him in my life like I did before. I feel like I shouldn't lead him on for too long, I need to decide what I'll do soon.

This morning I go out and check the mail after breakfast, like I usually do, and this time there is a letter addressed to me. It's a reply from Marc. I'm pleased that it's back quickly because we're leaving in just two days. I sit down at the table and open it up. It's a relatively short message and I can't help but let a sigh of relief slip out. If it was long, I'd probably feel bad and change my mind; the last four days becoming a waste of my time.

Dear Alex,
I'm not going to lie to you, I was pissed off that you left me to get to the airport myself and I was worried sick about you. But I still love you all the same. I'm really pleased to hear about your job although you'll miss your visit to me. I suppose it's okay because at the end of April there is a big conference and the boss is expecting me to do a presentation on behalf of our part of the company. I'll be busy doing that anyway. I hope you have a lot of fun and I'll see you soon.
Love Marc.

Although I'm pleased that he was honest about everything, it doesn't seem to get through to him that the problem is the work. That getting left behind makes me feel as if I don't really matter.

I try and try again to find some other way to look at the situation differently. I've spent the last few days doing nothing but that. The only reasonable conclusion I ever come up with seems like the most extreme one. I need to talk about this with someone who understands. Roger.

I go over to my phone and pick it up, dialling his number. It rings for a while, but it gets hastily answered just before I hang up.

"Hello, Roger speaking." The voice gasps out.

I laugh at the desperation in his voice."Hi it's Alex. Are you okay?"

"Oh hi," he says, still huffing, "I had to run across the house to get the phone. They aren't all setup yet."

"Must make for a good workout. I got a letter back from Marc and I think I just have to do it."

"Really?"

"Really. I just don't know how. If I leave it till the end of the tour I'll probably change my mind and if I don't rethink my choice then I'll end up leaving him hanging and making everything worse."

"Well what do you think is the right thing to do?"

"Tell him in person obviously, but I don't know how I'm going to get to France before the tour."

"We could probably get a stop over on the way to Japan. I'm sure the other boys and the crew won't mind. Give Deaky call, he usually sorts this sort of thing out."

"Okay, I guess I'll give it a try. I'll talk with you whenever we end up going, okay?"

"Okay. Talk to you later, love."

"Will do, you dork."

I laugh and hang up the phone. I immediately ring Deaky and fortunately he picks up after the first ring.

"Hello, this is John Deacon."

"Hey Deaks, it's Alex here."

"Oh hello. How are you?"

"Fine, thanks. Yourself?"

"Not too bad. A bit stressed about organising business, but that's going pretty smoothly."