The Game Of Love {English Version - Freddie Mercury/ Queen Fanfiction}

2 - Close But So Far

A / N: it's me... again

FREDDIE

Munich seemed like a great place to start a new recording cycle.

It was different, far and new.

Everything I needed.

No, I didn't need to start over because of her.  To tell you the truth, I barely had time to think about her or what our life could have been like.

What the fuck am I talking about?

Oh yes, about new beginnings, and as this one in Munich would do us good, we fled Wessex and found a refuge in our studio, Mountain, in Montreux, but Sharon had expressly recommended us the Musicland guy.

Well, the last almost two years have passed like a lightning bolt, we never stopped except for the last few months, after the tour was over I still spent some time with Mary in Japan, we ended up getting closer and she was doing me good.

And you must also be asking - what about her?

I never knew anything about her life, how she was, where she was, I never heard her voice again - and I didn't really care about that, I mean, not anymore.

But the one who really cared about me was Mary.  She took care of the mess she made.  The whole trail of destruction and pain of her loss only worsened with each instant that I remembered that she was the biggest loss after Bl-

"Fred?"  Phoebe knocked on my bedroom door and I put on my leather jacket.

"Yes, darling?"

"I'm going to stay with the kids, you don't mind going with them, do you?"  He had those eyes that were always cautious and attentive.

Phoebe was a good friend, not that John, Roger and Brian were not, but Phoebe knew a lot about me.

"No, give them a break, this life of diapers and bottles must be desperate."  I passed Phoebe and headed for the hall.

Deep down I was jealous of everything my best friends had.

Passionate and lovely wives and girlfriends.

Beautiful and happy children.

A family.

Bloody hell, I needed a good party to end all this sentimentality.

I had my cats, what was I complaining about?

"When are you going to stop wearing the same clothes as me?"  Deacy was at the elevator door, wearing black pants like mine and a fucking leather jacket.

Ronnie laughed softly as John looked at me analyzing me.

"You weren't dressed like that."

"And you weren't dressed like that either! And I don't remember when I saw you with this short hair!"  I said, messing up Deacy's freshly cut hair and he practically growled.

"And you didn't wear that short hair either! Now can you stop pissing me off?"  John slapped my hand and the elevator door opened.

Roger was alone in the elevator when the door opened, he was also incredibly all black, but the shirt had pink stripes.

"Where's Dom at?"  Ronnie asked as Roger looked at himself in the mirror and the elevator door closed.

"We fight - again."  He turned to us again.

No news.

They fought as much as Deacy and Brian over huge epic guitar solos.

"She's pregnant Rog!"  Ronnie patted Roger on the shoulder, who flinched.