It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Love Me Baby

*1st of July 1977*

At this point Rogers arm was completely healed. The doctors successfully pushed his shoulder back into the socket and he was able to move it freely, without any hassle. For recording the new album, his arms were all he needed.

The new album. Talk about divas! So Brian, John and Freddie were all over at our house one evening. They were discussing their ideas and setting deadlines, basically having a full on meeting in our kitchen. Seeing as it had little to do with me, I stayed mostly in the front room with the kids, watching tv and talking to them. I got distracted however when I heard them start to argue and shout.

"Brian, that is the stupidest idea I've ever heard in my life!" Roger remarked.

I laughed as I heard his insult to Brian. It was rather ironic seeing as Brian was the most intelligent person I knew.

However, the arguing didn't stop there: John and Freddie gave their opinion on Brian's 'stupid' idea.

"I think it's kind of clever..." I heard John say.

"I agree with Roger. No one is going I listen to a song where the percussion is us stamping our feet!" Answered Freddie.

I was confused as to what they were talking about, so I left them be and continued to spend time with the kids.

"Megan!" I heard Roger call out from the kitchen. I opened the door and went in. "Yeah?" I asked. "I want your opinion," he said. "Tell me if you think this is a ridiculous idea." I nodded. He pointed to Brian. "No I don't think Brian is a ridiculous idea. Bye!" I said, going to leave. "Wait!" Said Roger. "Guys," I sighed. "I don't want to be a part of this."

"Either do I." Said John.

"Okay so I had an idea. Last night I was thinking: how could we involve the audience into the show? And then I thought well what can you ask them to do? And I realised well you can ask them to stomp their feet, clap their hands and sing, right? So I decided we should have a song that goes like this:" Brian paused to stomp his foot twice and clap his hands. He did it several times and hummed a tune along with it. "Well, what do you think?" He asked me.

"I think its a good idea." I told him. "Oh great, my own wife doesn't even agree with me!" Said Roger. "No Rog, wait, it would be great when you perform, just imagine everyone clapping and singing." I told him. He didn't reply.

"Well I better be going now." Said John. We said bye to him and then Freddie left, shortly followed by Brian.

That night in bed, Roger and I talked about Brian's idea. I got him to warm to it more and eventually Brian's 'stupid' idea didn't seem so stupid to Roger anymore. He finally understood where Brian was coming from.

I woke up the next morning and made Roger breakfast before he went to the studio. I got called into work last minute and I had no one to mind the children. I couldn't keep depending on Chrissie so I brought them to a nearby creche for toddlers. I decided it would be useful, especially with their social skills.

I arrived at work and headed out on a few accidents. One accident in particular was, well, interesting.

Myself and my co worker Iain arrive at a scene where two cars collided head on. Iain gets one guy out while I get the other. When I open the car door, I get a shock. Sitting in the driver's seat was my teenage bully: Ben Smith.

When I moved to Truro, Ben made sure he did everything in his power to humiliate me and make me feel like crap. Him and Roger were friends and even when I started dating Roger in school, Ben's behaviour towards me was no nicer.

I pulled him out of the car and put him on a stretcher. I said what I had to say to every patient. "Hello, love my name is Megan and I'm a paramedic. What's your name?" Even though I already knew the answer to that. "Ben, Ben Smith." He said. He didn't recognise me.

When Iain and I got the both of them in the ambulance, I suggested I drive to the hospital. I wanted to stay as far away from Ben as possible. I brought him into the hospital and as I was lifting him onto the bed, he realised who I was. "Megan? What's your surname, can I ask?" I didn't reply for a while. "Uh, my maiden name is Michelson but I changed it when I got married." I told him, about to leave. "Who did you marry?" He asked, rather nosily. "Roger Taylor." I said. He laughed. "Roger Meddows? You've got to be kidding me." He said. "Excuse me?" I said. I could feel my anger rising. "I can never see him being faithful." Said Ben. "Well he is and we have kids so." I said, walking away. I slammed the door behind me.

I was furious with the way Ben spoke about Roger. The two of them weren't best friends or anything, but they did hang out frequently and I thought Ben was nice to Roger at least. I wasn't surprised when I found out that Ben hadn't changed at all.

After my shift was over, I went home, and I was in a bad mood. Ben had ruined my whole day.

At dinner, I told Roger about my encounter with him. "Wait, Ben Smith as in the biggest bully in Truro school?" He asked. I nodded. Roger started laughing. "Roger it's not funny!" I said.

"I'm sorry it's just that guy is such a twat. He thought he was great in school but in reality he was the most insecure person I've ever met." Said Roger. "Really?" I asked, surprised. He nodded.

"I'd like to catch up with him actually, see where he's at." Roger mumbled. "Roger he bullied me in school!" I said. "Yeah and he bullied me before we became friends. The only reason I didn't stop being friends with him when he was bullying you was because I felt sorry for him. I was the only real friend he had. He's a nice guy under the tough shell. Once you break through he's not so bad." Roger told me.

"I don't know..." I mumbled. "Megan," said Roger. "Ben Smith threatened to tell the whole school that I was gay before we were friends. He just acts tough. Remember that scar I have on my back?" He asked. I nodded.

"Ben gave me that. Pushed me out in front of a car. I didn't get run over but it did hit me. Even after he did that, I was still committed to being his friend. Just give him a chance." Said Roger, standing up and kissing my forehead as he left the kitchen. I sat there alone, thinking about what I was going to say to Ben the next day.... if I say anything at all....