It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Imagine My Disgust

I dropped the letter on the ground and my hands starting shaking.

I heard Rogers light footsteps down the stairs and I quickly picked it up again and put it in my pocket.

"Any letters?" Roger asked, as he saw I was standing at the door.

"Hmm? Oh just.... Appointments."

I quickly walked into the kitchen and boiled the kettle and started making breakfast.

Roger stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my head.

He started running his hands down the sides of my legs and he felt the envelope of the letter sticking out of my pocket.

"What's this?" He asked, his lips still close to my neck.

He took it out of my pocket and looked at it.

I felt tears welling in my eyes as he read it. I was so scared.

He put his hand over his eyes and then looked at me.

"Baby, please don't cry." He said, pulling me into a hug.

"Look, we'll call him, okay? He must be going through a hard time again. I'm sorry for stopping your conversations." Roger said, in a soothing voice.

I pulled myself from out of his arms.

"That's not the problem." I said, rubbing my eyes.

"What?"

"That's not Brian's handwriting." I said.

Roger frowned and looked at the letter again.

"You're right. It's not."

I nodded and looked at the floor.

"Who's is it then?" He asked, looking puzzled.

I sighed as Roger kept frowning at me. He looked at the letter again and then back at me.

"Oh my god..." He mumbled.

I nodded.

"It's... Ben.." He whispered, tears forming in his eyes too.

I put my head down and felt Rogers arms envelope me in their warmth, he made me feel like every thing was going to be okay... Even thought I could feel his body rocking with sobs too, both of us scared.

A few days has passed, and Roger and I had spent the days sitting on the couch, ultimately depressed, terrified about what Ben was going to do next.

Roger insisted we go to the police station and talk to them, maybe talk to Ben, but I specifically remembered he wasn't allowed any visitors.

I also specifically remembered Ben had been imprisoned for more than 5 years....

I really wanted to know why he had been released.... How?

I agreed with Roger and we decided to go to the police station a few days later to get more information.

The police officer who was at the desk let us talk to Ben through glass, so he hadn't been released yet.

I stood up facing away from him while Roger sat down and spoke.

"I'm assuming you got my letter?" Ben asked, the same smugness he always had to still be heard.

"Yes." Roger replied. I couldn't bear to look at him, and I couldn't figure out how Roger could.

"Why are you being released?" Roger asked.

"Because my tariff was only five years, now I'm going on parole. There's a hearing, by the way, you'll both be needing to come."

I felt my anger surge and I whipped around.

"We're not going to any hearing that lets a murderer like you out on the streets again!" I shouted, looking at him for the first time. He looked much thinner.

"It's a legal requirement." He replied calmly.

"Legal requirement or not, we're not going! How messed up is this legal system?! You should have been sentenced to life!"

I could feel myself going red in the face and my fists were clenched.

I felt Roger grab my hand and I looked down at him.

"Shhh..." He soothed. "Calm down."

I followed his words and closed my eyes, trying to relieve my anger.

"When's the hearing?" Roger asked.

"Next Monday."

And with those two horrible words, we were gone.

No words were spoken between us on the way home, both of us too shocked and scared to speak.

We both knew it wasn't a good idea to tell Elly or Aidan about Ben being released, for they understood what happened and what he did.

I waited until Roger was in the shower that evening to call Brian. Roger told me he was going to clear his head and I knew he would be a while.

"Brian?" I asked once he answered.

"Megan? Oh god, I've missed talking to you so much! Are you okay?"

"No..." I replied, a lump forming in my throat.

"What's wrong?"

"Ben.." I mumbled through tears. "He's getting released."

"What!? How? Why!?"

"His tarrif was only five years... Now he's on parole."

"That's ridiculous..." Brian said, angrily.

"I know."

Just then, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I heard Roger coming down the stairs.

"I have to go now." I told Brian quickly about to put the phone down.

"Megan? Who are you talking to?" Roger asked.

"Brian.." I mumbled.

Roger put his hand out and I gave him the phone.

"Please, Roger, don't say anything bad." I begged.

"Brian? Yeah, mate it's me. I'm sorry. Yeah... I know."

Just then, tears started pouring from Rogers eyes as he spoke on the phone.

"I'm scared.... Yeah. Thanks, Brian."

Roger put down the phone and put his face into my shoulder and cried.

He had stayed so strong for so long, whereas I was crying every few minutes. Now, it was all coming out.

"Did you two make up?" I asked.

I felt him nod.

I rocked him back and forth and brought him over to the couch where he lay his head on my lap.

"I can't believe this. It's not right." He said, the crying I could hear in his voice pushing my own tears to the edge.

"I know." I choked.

He sat up.

"But we're going to get through it. For Elly, Aidan and Luke. For you and me. For Eoin."

Just hearing him say Eoin was enough to set me off and I was soon crying in his arms.

He kissed my head.

"It's going to be okay, babe. Wait and see. There's nothing he can do to us that we can't handle. We can do it. Together."

I buried my face further into his chest, praying he was right.