Queen oneshots

I remember everything : Dealor

rogers pov:
1991
we had been in the studio all day, sorting out tribute concerts and trying to figure out how we where to finish the album. now it was just me, brian and deaky sitting alone in a small room.

"rog, bri i have to talk to you." john sighed quietly gaining the attention from me and brian.

"sure deaks what is it." brian smiled slightly turning to face him.

"i don't think-" he took a deep breath, " i just don't think that i can do this anymore. not without him." his voice cracked trying to get the words out of his mouth and his saddened eyes welled up.
my heart dropped.

"it's okay, you don't have to." I said wrapping an arm around him, feeling myself begin to cry.

"yeah, we understand. we're all in this together." brian breathed deeply, joining us in a hug, i could feel his tears fall onto my shirt as i hugged him tighter.

a few hours had passed since john told us the news of him leaving, leaving. i decided to talk a walk while the others where still working, just around the area near the studio. i felt the hot tears prick at my eyes and roll down my cheeks, hands stuffed in my pockets as the late november chill cut at my skin.

i store over to a bench and sat down on it, putting my head in my hands and crying helplessly. i looked up at the sky, my vision blurred, it was blue today, awfully clouded but still patches of blue seeped through.

"freddie. oh god freddie. i miss you." i spoke looking up at the clouds before squeezing my eyes shut again letting fresh tears roll down.

my heart ached. god it ached so much, i knew it's would happen, we all did. but now that it has, i don't know what to do. i thought i'd have at least one more week, maybe two?

i bit down on my lip looking up again, forever looking up.
"i miss you. i miss you so much. fucking hell i miss you. freddie. my best friend." i spoke again, to him. it was so stupid- but it helped.

i was interrupted by soft footsteps coming behind me, i swiftly wiped my tears a slipped on my sunglasses. ready to fake a smile to someone i didn't want to talk to.

but i didn't have to.

"hey rog." john spoke softly sitting beside me and looking up also.

"hi deaky." i sniffed.

he turned to me, making me look at him. he reached forwards and took off my sunglasses, smiling sadly at my red eyes and wiped my tears properly with his thumbs. before kissing my cheek and slipping his hand into mine.

i lay my head down onto his shoulder and cried some more as he rested his head on mine, holding me close.
"i miss him too." he said.

"don't we all." i laughed quietly.

we sat for a few moments in silence, before i sat up.
"john what will happen, to us?" i asked, a question that had been rattling in my mind ever since john said he was leaving.

john and i, we were more than friends. we started secretly 'dating' i guess you could call it, but we were the only two that knew. not brian, not freddie. it was our secret, we both had wives, children. but it couldn't hold us back, the temptation was too strong ever since 1984. i loved him. i did.

he hesitated, looking down at the floor, his hand still intertwined with mine. he brought my hand up cupped it with his two and kissed it lightly, before looking up at me. his eyes, the saddest i'd ever seen them, glassy and red.

"i'm sorry roger." he choked out hanging his head low and letting himself cry.

my heart shattered, i knew he would say it- but hearing it hit harder. i pushed myself forwards and wrapped myself around him tightly, letting him cry into me as i looked out blankly.