Calling All Boys (Queen)

Buttercups And Daffodils.

Johns P.O.V.

Blood trickled down Freddie's cheek as his eye began to swell shut, he needed medical attention, but I knew he would deny it.

My heart had not stopped beating at a million miles per hour, I was still somewhat unable to fathom what exactly had just happened as many people buzzed around my hotel room...

He saved me. Be it, in a slightly strange way by making out to Patrick that Freddie and I were in a relationship...but he had saved me.

Saved me from god knows what Patrick would have done to me. If Freddie had not come up here to find out why I was taking so long, Patrick would have had all the time in the world to do exactly what he wanted to do with me.

And I knew he was capable of some nasty things.

I had rang the police, yet I couldn't remember what I had said, all the while staring at Patrick in an unconscious heap on the floor, praying that he wouldn't wake up, not after Fred was hurt and probably unable to keep fighting him, but thanks to Freddie's quick thinking and giving him a hard whack around the head with that bloody chair, he didn't...then I had screamed down the phone at Jim, whom had apparently gathered everyone else and thats when they all burst in here. I had never felt such relief in all my life to know that we were safe.

Patrick was gone before he regained his consciousness, put into handcuffs by the officers and carried away, I was unsure on what was going to happen now, but all I hoped for was that I could live the rest of my life without seeing that piece of shit ever again. All I wanted was to be able to come to America without his psycho self tracking me down and repeatedly trying to make me his prisoner and ruining all of our time.

I looked around the bustling room, police examining the place, trying to ask me and Freddie questions about what had happened yet it was all such a blur and I couldn't concentrate...Freddie wasn't very cooperative, his injuries making him tired and weak.

It took a while for me to register that Roger had been standing next to me for a while with his arm around my shoulders, "You're sure you're okay? He didn't touch you, John? Did he?" He asked sternly but reassuringly. A glimmer of the old Roger making a small comeback, the protective one that cared about people and made sure they were alright, the one that I liked a lot, not the one that moped about all day because Freddie wasn't in his bed.

It reminded me of his sweet protective ways when we were together...

"Wh-what? No...no..." I answered quietly, his blue eyes were frantic.

I glanced over at the door way, not being one hundred percent at first but I was sure Brian was standing with that Matthew guy that Freddie had been on a few dates with...they didn't...know each other...did they?

Surely not.

Brian must have seen me looking over at them and then came jogging towards us, "Are you okay? I can't believe Patrick just came back like that again. What an arsehole. You're not hurt are you, Deaks?" He asked, his voice soothing, he had bent down a little to look into my eyes.

I shook my head silently, I had no energy to be angry or outraged or to throw a strop and create a scene...I was drained, physically and emotionally, I just wanted everything to be over with, I needed to sleep, "I'll be fine...don't know about Freddie, though..." I glanced over at the frontman sadly, his eye fully closed now from the swelling as a police officer attempted to see to his wounds.

I watched Brian look behind him to Freddie, his eyes shutting and he sighed quietly, "What an idiot..." He whispered, but in a sympathetic tone, he shook his head a little before going over to him.