It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

We're Like Crystal

It had been almost a year since the doctor told me I could never had kids again. It felt like a knife had gone right through my chest. I could handle not having another baby, but I remembered the promise I had made to Freddie about having a baby for him when the time was right. Although now it looked like there would never be a right time. I had let him down. 

"It's not your fault," Roger had tried to reassure me, but I kept blaming my suicide attempt. Could you sterilise yourself by trying to take your own life? Maybe I deserved it. Maybe it was God's way of telling me to be grateful for the things I had. Maybe he was punishing me for taking them for granted. 

To make things even worse I had lost my job and was forced to go back to school to get more qualifications. I decided to train to become a nurse. I had the caring gene, it seemed like such a waste to not use it. The training was hard, but it would soon pay off, I kept telling myself. 

Besides the fact that I was unable to reproduce, everything else was going pretty well. Elly Mae was on the road to recovery. She had her major surgery and no problems came after. Aidan was fine too. He had grown so much and I felt like bursting with pride every time I saw him helping Elly. Luke, our little baby, was no longer a baby. Four years old, he had started school and was turning into a fine young boy. 

As for me and Roger, well, things were going really well. He had won me over, as always and we moved to Germany. It was now 1983 and Queen's newest album, the Works was under way. The music scene was changing and synthesizers and technology were becoming increasingly popular. Despite being a major rock fan, Roger had no objections to using them in the studio for Queen's and even some of his own music. 

Living in Germany was different to say the least. Roger had lived there for two years when we were separated and it was like his second home. The people were friendly and welcoming, and there were no shortage of jobs. I still had an aching to go back to London, to out home. When we sold it, I had a lump in my throat. It had been our home for nearly four years and I had a hard time letting go. We sold it to a lovely young couple who were ready to start a family. At least it was going to good use. 

Our new home in Munich was beautiful. A big two storey house with massive windows out front. It was beautifully designed and gave us a fresh start. So many bad things had happened in our old house, despite how much I loved it. I welcomed our new house, and new life with opened arms..... until it all began to change. 

April, 1983:

I woke up in Roger's arms as the sun poured in through our white curtains in our new home in Munich. I stretched gently, as to not wake Roger and slid out of bed. I went downstairs where the kids were sitting, in front of the television and laughing. 

I started getting breakfast ready and heard a knock on our backdoor. It was Freddie. He called around nearly every morning before he and Roger took off to the studio. 

"Morning," he said, giving me a quick hug before going in to the sitting room and playing with the kids. I smiled sadly at the sight. Freddie was dismayed when I told him that having a child for him was out of the books, but he took it in his stride and focused on the music. He told me he didn't have anyone anyway. 

Roger came strolling down the stairs in a white shirt and blue jeans, his black sunglasses on, covering his tired eyes. 

"Good morning, handsome," I said to him while handing him a cup of coffee. 

"Morning, babes, how are you?" He asked, sipping the coffee and closing his eyes. 

I was about to answer when I heard Freddie tut loudly and saw him roll his eyes at the television.

"Everything alright?" I asked him. 

"These clowns on Top Of The Pops are doing such a shit job of performing. 

"Who are they?" Roger asked, heading over to the couch to inspect this "shit" band. 

I laughed and continued making breakfast for everyone. Elly followed me into the kitchen and began helping me with the pancakes. Freddie starting turning the t.v up. 

"Isn't that atrocious?" Freddie asked. 

"Yeah, they're not the best... that singer is pretty terrible." Roger replied. 

"Is that Blue Monday by New Order?" Aidan asked out of the blue. He had been distracted by his little brother and didn't even realise his favourite song was on the telly. 

"Yeah that's it. Don't tell me you like it, little man," Freddie said rolling his eyes. 

"Sorry to break it to you Freddie but it's my favourite song."

"What?" Freddie and Roger asked in disbelief. 

"Yeah. It's cool. Well, the studio version. It sounds like it's from the future. You guys are so old, guitars are so outdated." Aidan smirked. 

Roger and Freddie looked at Aidan with shock and I burst out laughing. 

"Well, what do you think?" Roger asked me. 

"It's a good song. That bass is incredible and the rhythm is cool. And their singer is super hot," I said, smirking. 

Roger looked at the television with a look of dismay. 

"That's cause he looks like me!" he announced. 

Aidan and I started to laugh. "Way to flatter yourself," I said. 

"No, look!" Roger exclaimed, getting on his knees beside the television. "We look similar. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, his clothes..... fuck! He IS hot!"

"Who even is he?" Freddie asked, already bored. 

"Bernard Sumner," I told Freddie and Roger rolled his eyes. 

"Great, even his name is hot." 

I laughed, "How can a name be hot?" 

Roger shook his head and folded his arms, looking at the t.v. 

"Is this song nearly over or what?"

Later on that day, me and Aidan were driving to the shop. We heard something which caught our attention on the radio. 

"Tickets for New Order go on sale tomorrow at 9 a.m. Don't miss out!"

"Can we go?" Aidan asked excitedly, to which I replied a very happy, yes. 

"Will dad mind, do you think?" He asked. 

"Of course not, it's gonna be great!" I exclaimed. 

"I'm so excited!" Aidan said, just before Blue Monday came on the radio. 

The two of us sang together as we drove home, on the way to pick Roger up from the studio. The song was still playing as he got in. 

"Oh, good Lord! That dreaded song!" He mumbled before we took off again. 

Aidan and I smiled at each other, none of us knowing that soon, I too would say, that dreaded song every time I heard it, for soon, everything was going to change........

authors note: hey everyone! it has been nearly a year since i've updated which is shocking and disappointing! i re-read this story this morning out of boredom and decided to give it another go. i hope you enjoy this chapter and i know for certain that you will all hate megan (and me) very soon! 

Love you all so much,            

QueenTaylor39.