Mysterious Taylor! (A John Deacon fic)

Somebody To Love

John parked the car before the garage door, making sure that it did not jut out on the pavement. He turned to Taylor and smiled at her, pecking her on the lips. She tenderly stroked his cheek with tears in her eyes, way too excited to be home. Finally, they got out of the car, and John took her suitcase in the trunk, while Taylor carried the box of cake.

She stood there for a moment, admiring the place she shared with John. She was rediscovering every detail of the frontage, which she had not seen for so long. John came up to her with her suitcase in the hand, and kissed her hair, looking at the house too.

“Ready, pretty flower?”

“I am.”

They smiled at each other, and she pecked him on the lips again, before taking his hand and carefully walking the path to the front door. She took her keys in her pocket and slid it in the keyhole, turning it clockwise, and therefore, unlocking it. The door opened in a long, reassuring squeak. Usually, it would not have been very pleasant to hear such a sound, but Taylor loved it at the moment.

They entered the house, which was plunged into darkness. John closed the door behind him, making the only bright light disappear. However, he did not turn on the light of the corridor, as he was the closest to it. Taylor turned to him, frowning.

“Why did you close all the shutters? It's quite bright outside!”

“I don't know, I felt like I had to.”

Taylor stared at him suspisciously and gave up, removing her shoes in the dark, trying not to spill the cake on the floor. As she was about to ask him to turn on the light, she heard some voices behind her, and it did not belong to John.

“Find...”

She jumped and squeezed his hand.

“Did you hear that?!” she whispered.

“Me...” the voices carried on.

“John...”

“Somebody...”

Taylor was terrified. Were there robbers in the house making fun of them? Were there Terry and Elenore trying to take a revenge? No, no, they were dead.

“To...”

“John...” she cried again.

“Love.”

She frowned. Then, she spun round, finally daring to face where the voices came from. That is when she noticed four figures facing her, and one of them was holding something round. This same figure started to shake it, and the sound of pieces of metal jingling simultaneously. At the same time, the person hit the edge of it, making what seemed to be a tambourine sound in the whole corridor.

The voices started to sing in a low tone, and it was something Taylor knew.

“Find me somebody to love, find me somebody to love, find me somebody to love...”

John turned on the light: Roger, Freddie, Brian and Suzy appeared before her, singing one of Taylor's favourite Queen songs. Somebody To Love. And they were singing her favourite part of the song.

As they carried on singing, Taylor covered her mouth with her hand, laughing and crying at the same time, not expecting this kind of scene at all. John bypassed her and stood beside Suzy, singing as well, as they all started to clap their hands, except Roger, who was playing the tambourine. Taylor had to lean against the wall, out of breath and completely taken aback. What a wonderful surprise.

Freddie smiled widely and sang the next verse.

“Can anybody find me...”

They all stopped, reaching out to her, even Roger. Brian winked at her, blushing lightly. Then, Freddie started to sing the high-pitched part.