It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

All The More Reason For Laughing And Crying

*Megan's POV**
**August 10th 1978**

I was sitting at home, minding the kids. Everything was finally back on track with our lives. Roger was flying in and out of France to record his album before he headed off on tour again with Queen. It would start in October and I was dreading it.

I heard the phone ring so I jumped up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe, it's me."

"Oh hi, how's recording going?"

"Really good actually. I'm on my way home now and then I won't have to fly out again until..... the end of September."

"Oh that's great. Can't wait to see you."

"Me neither. Oh! By the way. I bought a new car."

"A new car?"

"Yep. A Ferrari."

"Very nice. Well I'll see it when you're home. Don't be too long."

"I won't. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

I hung up the phone and went back into the kitchen to the kids. Elly and Aidan had already went upstairs so I was just left with Luke. He had settled down a lot more, no more crying all night. He was turning into a beautiful little boy. He looked just like Roger.

Just then, I heard a knock at the door. It was Brian.

This was the first time I'd seen him since I got my memory back.

"Hey Megan," he said, pulling me into a hug. "Hi Brian."

"I'm glad to see you're okay now."

"Yeah. Glad I don't have any memory of.... losing my memory..." I said, frowning.

Brian laughed. "How come you're back but Rogers not?"

"Oh. He got delayed cause he bought a car or something."

"Oh right okay." I said. "I think he's driving it from our studio to the ferry docks to test out the engine so he won't be back for like another day or so..."

"Oh," I replied. I missed him terribly and be had only been gone for a few days. How would I cope when he was on tour?

I brought Brian into the kitchen and made him tea. "So does Roger behave on tour?" I asked, laughing. Brian giggled. "Well, let's just say.... he's not too bad."

"I don't like the sound of that!" I laughed. "He doesn't do anything bad..... only Freddies not a great influence on him. Roger literally eats out of Freddies hand, it's ridiculous. Any drink Freddies tried, Roger will try it too. Hopefully he won't do drugs like Fred..."

"He better not!"

"I'll make sure he doesn't. Besides, Roger usually ends up absolutely shattered in his hotel room after the concert, he barely even has any energy to go out drinking."

"Oh Brian," I said. "How will I cope without Roger? The last time he went away, I was absolutely lost without him. Touring really causes havoc on the family. The kids start acting up, I start getting depressed, it's terrible."

"Well, there's nothing stopping you from going on tour with Roger... I mean, I bring Chrissie and Jimmy sometimes so I'm sure Roger could bring you."

"Hmm. I'll talk to him about it."

Brian and I continued to talk and the conversation ended up somewhere that I wasn't even sure how we got to it.

"I was literally sitting at a cafe in Paris," he said. "When the Tour de France passed through. Freddie wrote a song called Bicycle Race about it, it's quite good actually. But I dont know.... it just inspired me to write a song called Fat Bottomed Girls.... I mean, how does one get inspired to write a song about girls bottoms from a bicycle race?"

"Are you sure you were both looking at the same thing?" I asked, laughing.

"I'm not sure. Anyways, I better get going. It was nice catching up with you like this."

"Yeah it was. See ya later Brian." I said, as he walked out the front door.

That evening, I spent time with the kids and did the food shopping. Horrible memories of that time Roger left me came flooding back into my mind. I pushed them aside and reminded myself that I was going to be with him again very soon.

*Rogers POV*

I hopped into my new red Ferrari, very happy with my purchase. Our old car was a silver Alfo Romero that had broken down about seven times in three months. It was finally time to buy a new one. Driving on the highway in France, I rolled the window down and enjoyed the wind blowing through my blonde locks.

*Megan's POV*

It had become evening time and I started cleaning the house. The downside of having mostly all white in all the rooms meant that they got dirty very easy, especially with two energetic toddlers. I started wiping down the cabinets in the living room and came to the fireplace. We rarely used it so I never really took notice of it. I only decorated it with candles and knick knacks. Or so I thought.

As I cleaned the mantelpiece, I noticed there were several framed pictures on it. I frowned as I had never seen those frames before. I didn't even recall printing those pictures out. There was a cream frame with a picture of me and Roger on our wedding day. Roger had his arm linked with mine as we were coming out of the church. The next one was a picture of Elly and Aidan I had never seen. It was only recently taken. They were sitting on our bed, Elly looking out the window and pointing and Aidan smiling at the camera.

The next picture was in a blue frame of Luke. It was also only recently taken. He was in Rogers arms as he looked down smiling at him.

The next picture was of the four boys from around 1973. They were all standing up around Freddie, who was sitting down. They were surrounded by several gimmicks and props.

And the very last picture was of Roger and I. It was us sitting at the kitchen table, Roger looking at me and smiling, showing his teeth and me smiling at the camera. I never knew he looked that way at me.

I also didn't know how half of those pictures got there. I must have done it when I lost my memory. But why would I if I didn't remember Roger?

*Rogers POV*

I was tearing down the motorway. There were barely any other people on it.

As I drove I noticed there was smoke coming into the window. Coughing, I started to pull over. The smoke got worse and I could barely see. I stopped the car and jumped out, grabbing a fire extinguisher from the back of it. Desperately trying to quench the flames, the fire grew and started to burn my clothes. I recalled there was a few cans of gas in the trunk so I started panicking. I finally put the fire out. I sat on the ground beside the car, exhausted and also worried. How would I get back from here. Thankfully, a black Rolls Royce pulled up beside me.....