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

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Brian's POV

"And you're sure you know which items were meant to go together?" Freddie asks with his hands on his hips.

"I'll try my best to recreate each look for her." I answer him sarcastically, while loading the five bags of Heather's things into the trunk of my car.

Freddie stamps one foot, "Brian, this is serious! I've just spent ALL of my evening picking those things out!" He grumbles. "Y'know what, I'm coming home with you, I don't trust a thing you say!"

"Fred, I told you already, there's no need. I do remember what you've put together, you only asked me my opinion on each option a million times." I closed the trunk, and made my way to the drivers side door, hearing the pitter-patter of Freddie's shoes follow right behind me.

"Alright, have it your way!" He hissed. "I suppose I am quite knackered if I'm being honest, shopping will do that to you. Anyways, be sure to let me know how great of a shag she gives you after she gets her gifts."

This made me spin on my heel. "Are you joking?"

"What? Me?" He gasps facetiously. "A pretty girl from the future falls right into your lap, and you aren't even considering fucking her?"

I sighed, "That would be totally irresponsible Freddie, and it's only the third most irresponsible thing you've suggested today."

A wide smile spreads over Freddie's face, which he quickly covers by pressing his lips together. "That's why you love me, darling! But really, you're in desperate need of a good shag. You've been so lackluster lately."

"I have not- I mean, I'm fine!" I shake my head. "Why am I even discussing this with you?" I throw my hands up in defeat.

"Because you know it's true! Oh, I'm so excited to hear the tales after the fact!" Fred coos.

I swiftly open the car door and plop myself down, ignoring Freddie who's now singing "Heather and Brian sitting in a tree F-U-C-K-I-N-G".

After saying an expletive-laced goodbye to Freddie, and pulling the car onto the busy London street, I feel like I can finally breathe again.

Freddie is one of the funniest guys I know, but when his humor is directed at me it always hits too close to home. He always knows the right buttons to push.

I barely even know Heather, and she's trusting me enough to stay in my home, which is the only place she chose to be spending her time in right now. She's utterly helpless, and I couldn't live with myself if I did anything close to what Fred had suggested.

Not to say the thought hadn't entered my mind. It did in fact, and I'm filled with shame to admit that.

My thought process wasn't entirely like Freddie's, mind you- but I couldn't help but feel a pang of something when I saw Heather looking at me on the car ride home yesterday.

I could see her large, expressive eyes making their way to me over and over during the beginning of that ride. And such beautiful eyes they are- a sort of golden brown set behind a frame of lush eyelashes.

Even during our little time spent talking at home last night, I found myself wishing it could go on forever. Usually, I can't wait to jump in bed and be alone at the end of the day, but I could have listened to her talk about herself, her home, and her family for hours on end.

I loved the way her eyes flickered with joy as she got lost in describing the little details of things, and the way I'd have to reassure her she wasn't talking too much. And it was just adorable the way she nervously played with the ends of her hair when she was waiting for me to respond.