It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Happiness, Just Can't Be Bought

*Rogers POV*

Megan hadn't been released from the hospital yet. I hadn't been told why, but Rose insisted it was for the best. I trusted her judgement.

It seemed Megan was in a funk, or dazed. She didn't seem herself, but the road to recovery after a coma was usually a long one anyways.

I spent most days sitting by her bedside, keeping her company. It was easier when she was asleep, because I didn't have to try and make conversation, but now there was always a silence between us. It wasn't awkward, it just felt... wrong. We never had awkward silences, we were always bursting to talk to each other.

One particular morning, Rose came in to give Megan her medication, and after she was done, Megan closed her eyes and went to sleep, so Rose motioned for me to follow her out into the corridor.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I want to talk about why I've kept Megan in here." She said.

"Okay..."

"I obviously don't know the full story, because no one is telling me it, and I don't necessarily need to know, but I understand what's going on." She said.

"What...?" I asked, confused.

"I see that this extends further than just a physical injury. She seems to have been tortured mentally too." Rose told me.

"Yeah. She was. Why does that interfere with her being let out?"

"I want to observe her. But I also don't think she is capable of leaving."

"She's well able to leave. I can take care of her. I can take time off work, it's really not an issue Rose." I said.

"She's not capable of minding children." Rose blurted out.

"Wait... what..?!" I asked.

"You and I both know it. She can barely take care of herself, Roger."

"Yes. That's why I said I'll take care of her." I said through gritted teeth.

"You can't take care of her and your kids at the same time."

"So what are you suggesting?" I asked.

"I'm suggesting she be admitted to a sanitarium." Rose said.

"She is not crazy!" I yelled.

"I'm not saying she is, Roger. She just needs extra care."

"Which she can get at home! With me! Just let her go home, will you?" I begged.

"I can't. I'm sorry."

I sighed loudly and ran down the corridor to the reception, with Rose following closely behind me.

"Hi, I'd like to check Megan Taylor out of here, please." I told the receptionist.

"Wait!" Rose shouted, running over to the reception too.

"She can't be released!" She told the receptionist.

"I'm sorry, Dr Johnson, but I'm afraid Megan's next of kin is permitted to check her out if he sees fit."

I smiled smugly at Rose.

Why on earth did she think Megan needed to go to a mental hospital? Ben had tortured her, yes, but she didn't need to be locked in a room by herself, having to be constantly reminded of what he did. I didn't think it was very fair to do that to someone.

I went back to Megan's room and started packing her bags loudly.

"What.. what are you doing..?" She mumbled, opening her eyes.

"We're leaving. Come on." I said, pulling her out of bed by the arm.

"Ow! Roger!!" She exclaimed, jerking her arm back, a confused expression on her face.

I fell onto her bed in defeat.

"Baby, I'm sorry. It's just... Rose wanted you to go to a mental hospital. I'm not letting her send you there." I told her.

"Maybe I need to go..." Megan mumbled.

I lifted her head up from under her chin.

"You don't. Everything will be alright. Just you, me and the kids. You don't need a mental hospital. It's not right. It's not fair on you."

She smiled at me and then stood up from her bed too.

I held her hand as the two of us walked out of the hospital, and I glared at Rose and she stood watching us, her arms folded.

I drove us home and Megan went upstairs to sleep.

"Roger..?" She called down the stairs.

"Yeah?" I asked, walking up the stairs to meet her.

"Where's our bed?" She asked me.

"Oh... Yeah. About that. I threw it away.'

"Why?" She asked me.

I gulped loudly. "I'm not letting you be reminded of what he did every night. We'll buy a new one." I told her.

She frowned at me and sighed. I grabbed a duvet out of the closet and made my way down the stairs to sleep on the couch. Megan went into the spare bedroom.

As I lay on the couch I thought about everything. Would our lives be so much easier if we weren't living in London? Didn't it just cause so much hassle? Didn't so many bad things happen here?

We were recording our new album in Germany and we wouldn't be in London at all. From that point of view it made sense. But would it from Megan's?

I was just drifting off as I heard light footsteps down the stairs and I sat up. It was Megan.

I put my arm out and she got into it, placing her head on my chest and sighing loudly. I stroked her hair.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too..." She said, sleepily into my chest.

A few minutes later, she was asleep and I looked at her peaceful face. She wouldn't be so peaceful here anymore. I had to do something about it. It was my job.

As I stroked her hair and fell asleep myself, k decided: we were moving to Germany. For good.