"Buq, buq, buq..."
In the company of the chickens, Mal was trying to do some songwriting in the barn. She wasn't being very productive, however.
"Here you are. Hiding from someone?" Roger appeared, hair and clothes dripping from the pouring rain outside.
She looked up at the familiar voice of a certain blonde and smiled. "Oh no, you found me," she joked back. "No, just reworking my song for the album-" She held up her notes. "-Or at least trying to. Just can't seem to get it right. It's difficult writing a song that everyone's going to hear and wanting to make it so that everyone can connect to it-"
"Buq, buq, buq..."
"Uh oh, looks like we have company. Friend of yours."
Roger turned to see a rather large chicken waddling towards them.
"Blah!" He made a face towards the bird, whose beady little eyes fell on them. "Blah - bla-"
"SQUAWK!" The chicken let out a particularly loud screech, flaring its feathers.
"AH!" Both laughing, they took off, running from the angry chicken.
"It's either the rain, or the chickens!" Rog called.
"I choose the rain!" she laughed. They ran hand-in-hand back to the house.
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It was only a matter of time before Mal and Rog's secretive luck ran out, especially when the band was all living together in such close quarters and for so long.
"Looks like we beat the others, amazingly," Roger noted as he and Mallory entered the empty kitchen one morning.
"Yes, amazing." She hopped up to sit on the counter and he came over to stand before her where they promptly resumed their snogging from earlier.
"So, how long have you two been shagging?"
Moments later, the two were pulled apart by the familiar voice of none other than Big Brother, Brian May.
They turned, tongues very obviously slipping out of each other's mouths as they pulled away, to see him sitting in an armchair in the corner, newspaper in his lap, sipping his morning coffee innocently and silently.
"Oh God," Mal managed.
"Yeah, 'oh God' is right."
"Brian!" cried Mal, mortified. Regret instantly flooded her - now she wished she had just told him.
"Good morning, Sis. Rog."
"W-we thought we were the first one's up."
"Yeah, that's pretty evident. Good thing I said something, otherwise, who knows what would have ensued on that counter-top."
They were speechless, and it took a lot to shut up Roger Taylor and Mallory May.
"I'm just wondering how long it's been going on for. And when you were planning on telling me. Or if." Brian stood, now towering over both of them, and if he was trying to be intimidating, it was working. Rog and Mal exchanged a glance.
A cheery whistle filled the hall and John entered the kitchen. "Morning all."
"John," said Brian. "Did you know about this?"
"What?"
"About them?" Brian nodded to Mal and Rog.
John looked at them while readying some tea. "What about them?"
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Real Life or Fantasy? - 'Bohemian Rhapsody', Roger Taylor
Fanfiction"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?" London, 1970. Mallory May has been begging to join her brother's band for ages, and when the lead singer quits and they are searching for a new vocalist and bass guitar player, she might just find her...
