The Aria Within the Rhapsody **ON HIATUS**

Prologue: How They Met

*Alright before we begin, this entire story is dedicated to @caviarandcigerettes, @mama_oooOoooOOOH, and @do_you_feel_good. They have been through a lot of hardships in their lives and I hope that this story makes them smile! I love you guys so much and thank you for being my friends! Lots of love! Now, on with the show!*

1974:

Freddie's POV:

May 1974:

Freddie's POV:

"Bri, you simply must go. You are ill and need the rest!" I said to the guitarist. "But we need to finish this song, Fred. I'll be alright. Really." came his rebuttal. "No buts, Brian!" I started, "we can finish it. You. Need. Rest. Now come along, darling. It's time to board your flight." "Yea, what he said." said John chiming in. "Fine. Just keep me informed." Brian asserted. "Of course, darling! Just please get some rest." With that, Brian walked away. We said our goodbyes and parted ways. As John and myself were leaving the airport we heard a strange sound. "Did you hear that?" I perked up. John turned his head as to listen, "Yea. What is that?" After listening to the sound for about a minute, we started to follow the sound. It lead us to baggage claim. Now, why would we be here? I think about for a few seconds and I really hope this isn't what I think it is. I am drawn to a speckled suitcase because that is where the sound is the loudest. I take the case and gently place it on the ground in fear of what might be inside of it. "Freddie, what on earth are you doing?! That is someone's luggage! Are you mad?" John scolds me. At this point, I didn't care. "Something is in this case, John, and if it is what I think it is I am not leaving it." I say with an adamant look on my face. I turn my attention back to the case and carefully open it. My eyes widen in horror at what I see!

"Oh my god!" John gasps. Before our eyes is a tiny screaming baby in nothing but a nappie! I hesitate before I pick the small child up, "Oh you poor little thing! Who did this to you?" I ask. I turn to John frantic, "This child is cold to the touch. What do we do?" "Well, by the looks of it, it looks like it hasn't eaten anything. So I believe it is best we get it to the hospital. Until we get there, we need someway of keeping it warm." he replies. At this point I have already started unbuttoning my shirt so the child can feel my body warmth. A small chill goes up my spine from the initial contact. "It's alright, darling, I've got you. Everything is going to be alright." I coo to the little baby as I wrap my shirt around it. The moment the child is on my chest it stops screaming and falls asleep. It stays that way until we reach the hospital. All of the movement of getting out of our rental car unfortunately woke it up. John and I reach the front desk to tell the receptionist of our little discovery.

"Um. . . Excuse me, miss?" Deaky begins. "Yes, how may I help you?" the receptionist asks us. "Um, we have a bit of an emergency. My friend and I were at the airport dropping a friend off and we found this baby locked away in a suitcase. It looks like it hasn't eaten and we didn't know what to do." Deaky explains as I step forward to show the receptionist the child. Her eyes became wide as she paged for a doctor and blankets. The doctor came rushing in and swiped the child from me in an instant to take it back and examine it. As soon as the child left my body, I felt something I can't explain. Was it anger? Was it sadness? Or perhaps was it worry? Maybe it was all those things. But why am I feeling like this? This child isn't even mine. All of a sudden I had the urge to ask with fear in my voice, "Where is he taking the child?" "It's alright, sir. You both did the right thing in bringing the child here. The doctor is taking the child to be looked at to make sure he or she is alright." With a sense of worry in my voice, I ask," May I see him or her?" "Not until the doctor is finished. He just wants to make sure the child is healthy." the receptionist informed me. Just then the doctor called for John and myself to follow him to where the child was. "You are the two gentlemen that brought this child in?" the doctor asks. "Yes, I am Freddie Mercury and this is John Deacon." I reply quickly. "Well, it seems the two of you got here just in time. You see she is very malnourished and very underweight. . ." The doctor begins, but I cut in surprised at what he just said, "She?" The doctor smiled, "Yes, it is a beautiful baby girl who could have died had it not been for the two of you. From the looks of the child, she was born approximately 2 weeks ago, but is a month premature." My face dropped as I feel my eyes water with tears threatening to fall. Who the hell would do this to their child?! Let alone a preemie! I don't know why, but I feel as if I have to see her. "Would you like to see her?" the doctor suddenly asked out of the blue as if he read my mind. I couldn't respond except with nodding my head violently yes. "Follow me." he said as he lead us to a room with two nurses, an incubator, and very loud screams. One of the nurses comes over to us with an exasperated look on her face as she says, "I'm terribly sorry, but she has not stopped screaming." As if by pure instinct, I walk over to the incubator. Oh my god there she is! She is absolutely beautiful! As soon as her gorgeous hazel brown eyes meet my brown eyes, she stopped and smiled. She smiled at me! I couldn't help but smile right back at her. "I think she likes you." the doctor says. I let out a small chuckle as a reply. "Would you like to hold her?" I jerk my head towards him and I think my eyes did the talking for me as he directed me to a chair near the incubator. Again, as if pure instinct, I start undoing my shirt once again as the nurse places the baby on my chest. "You're a natural, Mr. Mercury." she said. I didn't respond because I was too fascinated with the baby attempting to make herself comfortable in my embrace.

*Time Skip*

Weeks have past since the miracle at the airport (that's what the doctor called it) and Baby Doe is nine weeks old. Whatever free time I get between writing and recording, I spend at the hospital with Baby Doe. As of yet no one has claimed her and I am her only visitor. That poor little child. I spend the first couple of night at the hospital with her just so she wouldn't be alone. Then one day, it happened. I made a choice that would change my life forever. It happened like this.

"Hello, Mr. Mercury! You are just in time. As usual this little trouble maker is fighting us to take her bottle." her nurse whom I learned was Bonnie. "Well then. . . It seems I have a job to do." I say as I walk over to her crib. She graduated from the incubator about a week since John and I first brought her in. "Hello, my darling. I hear you are refusing your bottle." I begin to coo at the baby, " Let me see what I can do." I take her into my arms mindful of her wires and sit down in the rocking chair. Bonnie hands me her bottle and I put it in her mouth and off she goes drinking her bottle. "You are so good with her." Bonnie admires from afar, I smile as I watch the child drink her bottle. She has definitely gained weight since our initial meeting. When we first met, she only weighed about 3.5lbs even. Now, she weighs a whopping 7lbs and 15 oz. As the little darling finishes her bottle, I muster up the courage to ask a question I dread the answer to, "So, what happens now?" Bonnie looks at me with a confused look on her face then realized as to who I was referring to. "Well, if no one claims her, then we would have to call social/child protective services." My face widened in horror. "No!" Bonnie looked back at me shocked then spoke up disheartened. "I'm sorry, Mr. Mercury, but that's protocol." I looked at Baby Doe's face and I made a choice. "What if I claim her?" I say out of the blue. I swear I heard Bonnie's heart stop in the momentary silence. I am quick to speak again, "What if I were to take her as my child? It's obvious that her so called family didn't want her, but I do! Please, Bonnie. How do I make her mine?" Hours pass and I was about to sign her birth certificate. I was told as soon as I get back to England I was to apply for her citizenship immediately since no one knows exactly where this precious baby came from. I couldn't believe it! In just a few short moments, this little miracle baby was to be mine forever! "Have you thought of name?" the doctor asks me. I think long and hard when I finally come up with the perfect name for my little miracle. "Aria. Aria Reign Mercury."

*I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!! Yes, I changed my username and everything, but it's still me. Welcome welcome welcome to The Aria Within the Rhapsody! I'm so excited to start fresh. I truly hope to find inspiration to finish the other stories, but for now, consider them on hold for a while. Sit back and enjoy the show! Please like and comment to let me know whether or not to proceed with this story! Lots and lots of love! ~Freddies_Misfit*