A Babe Without A Name (A Brian May / Queen fan fiction)

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Hello to anyone who's reading this! This is my first crack at writing a long story, so please be kind! Keep in mind that some events are historically accurate, and some are not! This was started during the end of August 2019.

-TheMrsMay

*June 27th, 2020- edited to add:

This story starts off very lighthearted and fun, but gets dark along the line- exploring many topics that may make you uncomfortable. Read at your own discretion.

I would hate to hurt anyone.

Please be sure to check out my second Brian May fanfic- "Losing My Way" if you're seeking some immediate heat!
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The shrill and disappointing ring of my alarm not only interrupted the music I was enjoying, but also let me know it was time to stop painting and get ready for work.

I couldn't help but let out a groan as the alarm broke me from my trance. I was so close to being finished, although that's exactly what I told myself the last two nights.

With a heavy sigh, I carefully packed away my acrylic paints, cleaned and dried my old brushes, and set my painting on the desk to dry. Before I let myself slip into my mundane routine, I admired my creation.

I had been adding the final details onto another painting of the night sky- my greatest artistic muse.

There's nothing better than looking up at the stars and getting lost in them. So many times have I gazed upon them and contemplated life- usually just long enough to send me into a sort of existential crisis.

My own painting gave me the tiniest hint of that feeling, but it wasn't what I was craving. It certainly displayed an improvement in skill since the last piece I made, but I couldn't help but feel like it just wasn't finished yet. Something is still missing.

Finding out what was missing from my painting would have to wait though, because I needed to get to my job.

With a few quick strides, I was off into the bathroom to apply some makeup. I pulled out my makeup bag, and applied a decent amount of the stuff. Even though I work nights, I still go by the motto of "you never know who you might meet".

This summer, I've worked every night at a local- uh... establishment.

Okay, it's McDonald's.

But it's not so bad! Because I work nights, I don't have to spend my days reeking of oil and French fries, and I get to meet some pretty interesting characters coming in to satisfy their munchies. Also, it wont last forever, as I'm planning to quit as soon as my next  college semester starts up.

Satisfied with my appearance, I give myself a quick and messy updo, and head back to my room to retrieve my uniform from the closet. I'm no supermodel by any means, but I'd say I do the McDonald's uniform some justice.

With a flick of the wrist, I shut off the lights in my room and make my way downstairs. My mother is sitting on the couch in her pajamas watching some reality tv show where the ladies are minutes away from ripping off each other's heads. The volume is set so high on the TV I can barely hear my own thoughts.

I grab the remote off the coffee table, mute the tv, and tap my mother's shoulder. She's startled because she didn't see me walk in.

"I'm leaving now." I sign to her.

"God! Don't sneak up on me like that!" My mother signs back, taking a moment to clutch her heart between words.

"Sorry mom." I grin.

"How's the painting?" She asks me.

"It's bullshit, I thought It'd be done like yesterday!"

"Well hurry up! That one's going in my office." She smiles. "Have a good night at work honey."

"Thanks mom! Love you forever."

"And ever!" My mom signs without missing a beat.

The drive to work is short, but there's always enough time for a few songs. I connect my phone to bluetooth, and scroll through my music for a while before finally settling on the perfect tune. Queen's "Dead on time" begins playing, and I pull my car out of the driveway and onto our darkened street.

My mother and I are huge Queen fans. She told me that when I was a baby, that there was nothing she could do to calm me down- until she was at her wits end one day. An idea came to her then, and she rifled through my father's CDs, deciding on "A Night At The Opera" solely because of the pretty picture on the front. Apparently, just the sound of it made me quiet down. Ever since then, we've been fanatics.

Although my mom has never been able to hear, she enjoys music when it's at its max volume because of the vibrations. So I've been raised with classic rock (mostly Queen) blaring through the house my entire life- and thank god I was.

We now own every Queen album, tons of merchandise, and my mother insists on watching the music videos with me nearly every day because she thinks the band members are "too handsome not to watch".

Honestly, she's not wrong.

If only I could go back in time- god knows. I chuckle to myself while turning a narrow corner in the car.

"Dead on time" finished, and unfortunately, a stupid song that I had downloaded when I was probably 12 years old came on next. God, I really need to clean this phone out. I took my eyes off the road for a split second to reach for the phone in my pocket-

And that was all it took.

It happened so fast- the feeling of falling as the car sailed off the side of the road, the brief sight of the coming trees, the sound of bending metal, the broken glass peppering my skin, and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as my head hit the steering wheel.

Then it all disappeared.