Queen oneshots

Freaky Friday Pt 1 : Maylor

Brian's POV:
It was another day at the studio today. Same old same old, just practicing, coming up with new riffs the usual. We where sorting out the sounds of one of our songs and it wasn't going too well. Roger was pissing me off just a tad, if a tad was a whole fucking lot. He just kept arguing with me, about every fucking thing I said!!

"No Brian!! It needs to be faster, stop trying to slow it down, just because you're so bloody boring doesn't mean everyone else has to be!" He shouted at me, but as soon has he had said it his face changed from angry to guilty. His eyes widened as if he was in shock with what he had just said.

"Bri, I'm-" he started.

"Forget it Roger." I cut him off. Not wanting to hear any of his pathetic apologies. He went too far this time, if I was so 'bloody boring' then why did he kiss me last week? If I was really that boring then why did we come close to shagging two fucking days ago, huh? Fucking idiot.

I got up from my seat and stormed out, slamming the door as I went. I walked out of the building to be met with the soft spring air. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit one, placing it between my lips and taking a long drag from it. Then exhaling the smoke and watching as it disperse into the air I front of me. I leant my head back against the stone wall of the studio, I had calmed down a bit now but I knew as soon as I saw Rogers stupid gorgeous face, rage would fill me up again. So I just closed my eyes and continued to smoke.

After a few minutes I heard the door open and footsteps come close to me. I opened my eyes expecting to see a head of blond hair but instead I was greeted with black tufts instead.

"Hey darling." Freddie smiled softly at me.

"Hey Fred, sorry I ran out like that Roger he just, he- he.... ugh! He's just him you know?" I ranted, and Freddie just bobbed his head knowingly.

He reached out and put his hand on my arm to calm me again. "I know, he's Roger. He brings the worst out in all of us, but we love him, don't we?"

I stayed silent.

"Don't we?" He pressed cocking an eyebrow at me.

"I suppose." I sighed in defeat.

"Here darling, I don't usually believe in this kind of shit but recently I've been going to this.... psychic. She's a lovely lady and she has the best advise, helped me solved a lot of my problems. Like that one with John last week remember? Anyways I think you should check her out, you know tell her about Roger and how he can get under your skin. She might be of help." He said and then passed me a little purple card with he information on it.

"Thanks Freddie, I'll check her out." I said examining the card.

Freddie told me I could take the rest of the day off as they were just going to work of bass and drums, so I decided I would go see this woman now.

I got in my car and drove to the address that was printed on the card. I reached a street of terraced houses, not unusable for London. Her door number was 13, so I got out my car and scanned the houses until I found hers. Once I located it I knocked on the door and waited for a reply. I head shuffling from inside the house and not long after a woman with dark hair and bright green eyes opened the door. She smiled widely at me, she was dressed a bit oddly with a flowy green dress and sandals.

"You must be Freddie's friend, Brian?" She asked me. How the hell did she know who I am?

"Uh yeah, has Freddie told you about me?" I questioned.

"No dear, I just had a feeling." She shrugged off as if it where nothing that she knew who I was by just looking at me.
"Do come in." She said stepping aside and letting me inside her home.