Keep Yourself Alive - Roger Taylor

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I ended up falling asleep with my head rested against the cold wooden door, after all we did stay up late last night in the studio.

Suddenly, I felt my arm being shook gently and awoke immediately, my eyes shooting open.

"Sorry to wake you, but I thought you'd like to hear the news?"

It was John, and his smiling face was looking right back at mine.

"Go on?" I asked, and he took a seat next to me.

He bashed on the door with a great force, most likely waking up the blond drummer from his deep slumber also.

"Are you alive in there, Rog?" He shouted.

"Yep" we heard a grumble.

"Well I spoke to Freddie, he said he actually doesn't mind the song. He said it was a nice alternative to the usual tone of our albums, and what better one to put it in other than the one that holds bohemian rhapsody, darling" He grinned, doing an impression of Mr Mercury himself.

The fact that John had gone out of his way to sort this out for Roger just enhances my theory that he must be the most precious and kind man on this planet. He is always thinking about others, especially his wife and family, which I think is the cutest thing ever. There is a diddy Deaocn on the way and none of us can hardly wait.

"John, you're amazing" Roger said, his words still muffled through the door.

"So are you going to come out and hug me or what?" John asked, sending me a smirk.

Suddenly the door opened and shot both John and I in the same direction.

"Shit sorry, come here you two. Give old Roger a hug" he grinned and engulfed us both into a group hug.

"It was Deacy that did the work Rog, not me. I just took a rather uncomfortable nap" I moaned, rubbing my back as it was now extremely sore from the hardwood flooring.

"Whatever, you still helped" he said, kissing my temple lovingly.

"I'll leave you to it, to celebrate or whatever" John wiggled his eyebrows and left the barn, doing a little shimmy before leaving our sight.

"We could celebrate?" He also wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"And where would we do that, Taylor? Our rooms are separated by the thinnest of walls and I don't really want Brian and Freddie to hear that" I retorted, wrapping my jacket further around myself as the cold air began to nip my skin.

"We could shag in the car?" He nodded as though he had come up with a genius plan.

"Roger! I am not shagging you in a car, that would be so uncomfortable" I whisper shouted at him, as though someone would hear somehow.

"Why not? We could put the seats down, turn on the radio. It would be proper romantic" he argued jokingly, knowing that the chances of it ever happening were slim.

Yes I said slim, I never said impossible.

"Maybe another time" I smirked, pulling him in for a hug, but actually just wanting his warmth.

"Bloody hell you're freezing" he said, with a shocked expression.

"I know- I don't know what's come over me" I shivered.

"I mean, I have been in the stuffy pantry. Maybe it's just a cold night and I haven't noticed yet?" He questioned and I nodded.

We went back to our room and I pulled on my long top. It was a piece of Queen tour merchandise that I managed to steal off Roger, which meant it was the perfect length for a night top. He secretly loved seeing me in it too.

When we snuggled into bed and his red hot body touched my cold one, we knew that something wasn't completely right.

"Bloody hell, do you think I might have a cold?" I asked, and before long I could feel a sneeze itching the back of my throat.

I sneezed, sounding like a strangled mouse, and Roger looked at me strangely.

"Yep, you definitely have a cold" he nodded.

I huffed and pulled the blanket off the bed, standing up slowly.

"Where are you going?" He asked worriedly.

"To the couch, I don't want you getting a cold" I whispered.

"Nonsense, get in here now. You got it because of me anyway so who gives a shit if I get one too? Not me, love" He said gruffly, his sleepy voice beginning to kick in.

"Fine, but don't be all grumpy if you wake up with a fever" I warned.

"I won't" he said.

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Of course, we both woke up with fevers and snotty noses.

"Well this is fun" He groaned.

"I did warn you" I shrugged my shoulders at him and began to leave the bed.

"Nope, were poorly. Poorly people don't leave the bed" He ordered, pulling me back under the warmth of the sheets.

"Okay maybe just a few more minutes" I yawned, snuggling back into his chest.

Not even a millisecond later the door swung open and in came Freddie.

"Roger! It's time to record your song now, come on. Get out of bed" he said, pulling the sheets off the two of us.

I mean come on Freddie, what if we were naked under here? Luckily we aren't but it was still a risky thing to do, even for him.

"Actually Freddie were both ill, I can't be passing that onto you now can I? You won't be able to sing properly" He said, with a false tone of sympathy.

"Well yes actually, you're right. Oh well we'll just have to begin sweet lady without you, dear. I'll get Brian to make you both some soup or something warm, he's good at stuff like that isn't he?" Freddie said, before waltzing from the room.

"Thank god, I needed a day to relax" he huffed and rested his head against the backboard.

"So, What now?" I asked, looking around the empty and silent room for something to do.

"We could shag in t-" he started.

"Nope, not today Roger" I slapped his bare chest with little force, as my arms felt weak from my cold.

"Ah, So it could happen at some point?" He grinned from ear to ear.

"Maybe some day" I encouraged, definitely getting his hopes up.