*Author's note*

FYI THE GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!! THEY BELONG TO THEIR TUMBLR USERS/CREATORS I am just using the gifs that I placed on my tumblr to help fit the images that I envisioned. On another note here is one with the drummer, supreme falsetto, car loving member of Queen Roger Taylor. Now I want to WARN YOU GUYS. Here we are going to get to some serious ANGST because yes I do have Paul Prenter making an appearance for this chapter. There is family death, disownment and pure angst but I PROMISE it gets better cause as you'll find out, no one messes with Roger Taylor's favorite intern. Enjoy my darling :)

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*October 8th, 1980*

I was currently doing some work checking out the sound levels of one of the guys recent song. Doing some mixing and then I would show it to Freddie later to see if he liked it. So I had the headphones on so I was deaf to the world at the moment. As I listened to the song, I felt something poke my arm so I turned around and saw no one there.

I shrugged and went back to listening to the song thinking it must be a ghost touch or something. Suddenly I felt someone tickle my waist I let out a shriek and immediately turned around to see no one. I removed the headphones and tried to hear footsteps, heavy breathing, laughing anything. Then out of nowhere Roger jumped out and cried out.

"BOO!!" Which made me scream and hold my hand to my heart. Of course he laughed and for some reason I was laughing as well and I said.

"Rog I hate it when you do that!"

"Aww come on love, it was a bit of fun." He said as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His head leaning down on top of mine as he gave it a kiss.

"What do you want Roger?"

"What can't I visit the best intern we've ever had for no reason whatsoever?" I looked up at him and raised my brow. He always had a reason behind his private visits with me. "Okay, okay you caught me. I came to ask you to take a break with me. You've been working so hard this entire month since you've been here with us. Between us, your school work and whatever Jim has you do, rarely do we see you ever take a real break. And it worries me that you work yourself so hard love."

Ever since that day I had made him the right 1/7th cup of sugar coffee on my own, Roger Taylor has always stuck to me like glue. Out of the four members of Queen, he's the one whose always asking me about my wellbeing and making sure that I'm taking care of myself.

He's also probably the most protective with me when it comes to the guys. Oh and don't even get me started on the day when I was forced by Freddie to confess whether or not I had a boyfriend and when I answered yes, Roger's ears perked up and he demanded to know everything about Adam, even more so than the others.

And on days where Adam and I have our strained days, he's the first one to answer the call with not only threats to Adam, but kisses, cuddles and warm hugs for me.

The two of us just shared that special bond with each other, and it's nice to be able to see a side of Roger that hardly anyone got to see.

"Well I don't want to seem lazy to anyone else if I take too long of breaks."

"But you're not, you're a hard worker. Hell Deacy even told us of how you worked yourself so hard the other week, that he caught you actually sleep here in the studio with papers scattered everywhere." He proclaimed. I sighed softly and he said giving me the best pair of puppy dog eyes as he leaned down across my shoulder. "C'mon love, just one little break, please?"

"Rog I can't, I've gotta get this ready before Fred comes in and...." He interrupted me with a sad whimper.

Oh no he was upping up the puppy dog act. Along with his puppy dog face, he knows I can't resist when he does a puppy dog whimper too. First time he ever did the whimper, I literally called him out on it because he sounded just like a real puppy. I then felt his nose touch my cheek as he kept whimpering which made me smile.

"Alright, alright you win, I'll take a break." He then pecked my cheek and said.

"Thank you." He let me go and leapt right into the couch and lounged out against it with his arms spread out on either side and his feet up along the table. He patted the spot closest to him telling me to take a seat. "But just for seven minutes, then I've got to get back to work."

"Make it 18." He bargained. I shook my head rejecting the offer. "15 then."

"8"

"12."

"9."

"10 and that's as low as I'll go." He finalized. I walked over to him and sat down beside him and told him.

"Roger Taylor, you've got a deal." He grinned down at me and wrapped his right arm around me and kissed my forehead bringing my head to rest on his chest.

As we continued on with our break, I was now sitting on the couch while Roger had his head on my lap and he said.

"Okay, there's a nuclear holocaust. All records are destroyed except for two. My record for 'I'm in love with my car' or David Bowie's Aladdin Sane. Which do you pick?"

"Oh Bowie hands down." I pointed out bluntly. At that point Roger's face dropped.

"Seriously? You didn't even think about it?"

"I'm sorry Rog but I would honestly pick Bowie over that song."

"Why?!"

"I mean.....you've got to admit that song is a little weird."

"It's a metaphor (y/n)!" he snapped. I chuckled and said as I stroked through Roger's hair.

"I'm sorry sweetie but that's my final decision and nothing can change that." He glared up at me before he sighed heavily and said in a strangely calm tone.

"Alright fine, I gave you a chance to change, but you leave me no choice."

"No choice for what?" I asked getting nervous.

"For this!" His arms then shot up and he began to tickle me. I squirmed and tried to get away but he soon had me pinned down to the couch still tickling around my sides and stomach. "Say you'll pick I'm in love with my car and I'll stop."

"Seriously Rog....Ahhh stop ihiiht!"

"Say it love, that's the only thing that will get me to stop." I tried to push his hands away from my stomach but they wouldn't budge and that's when we both heard a voice say.

"(Y/n). (Y/n)!" Roger ceased his tickle attack and we both looked up and I had to hold back a groan because there stood Paul Prenter.

Paul. This guys really gives me a bad vibe and he's been nothing but demanding of me ever since day one. Out of all the hard work I do, half the reason why I stay late is because of him. Because of all the stuff he has me do that Jim never told me to do when he gives me a schedule if he's too busy.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to work getting the song ready for Freddie?"

"She'll work on it once she's through with her break Prenter." Roger snapped.

"Freddie will be here in five minutes and if he sees his song isn't ready—"

"Unless you're a member of the band or Miami you don't get to tell her what to do Prenter! Now why don't you crawl back into the hole you slithered out of you snake!"

"Rog enough!" I said as I touched his shoulder. He looked down at me and I got up from under him and said, "My 10 minute break passed 7 minutes ago, I really should get back to work." As I stood up, I felt Roger take my hand and he said.

"Meet me in the rec room for a snack in an hour?" I smiled, knowing that I haven't really had the chance to eat anything since lunch he wanted me to meet him for a snack in the rec room, our usual meeting place whenever it was snack time.

"One hour." I repeated. He stood up and said.

"That's my best girl." He pecked my cheek before turning and glaring at Paul before finally leaving the recording booth.

I walked back up to the controls and grabbed the headphones sitting by them as Paul said to me.

"You've been nothing but a distraction to them, they don't really care about you, you know? They just want you for what you can do for them. To them, you're just an intern."

"Paul would you kindly remove yourself from my work station? Just the mere sight of you is lowering any creativity on this whole street." I stated bluntly as I placed the headphones over my ears and played the song back. I felt one of the headphones be pulled away and his voice sneered in my ear.

"Just remember your place love, one false move or even a scandal you might cause toward the band, and you're fired." With that I heard him leave the booth leaving me trying so hard to stay strong but tears formed in my eyes and my hands wouldn't stop shaking.

A few days later it was pouring down rain as it usually does in London most days. But today the rain just seemed to pour like cats and dogs, I raced out of the bus and raced down the street towards the building as I was late because my professor decided to have us stay later after class because he had come in late due to this weather.

As I entered inside I shook out my umbrella and I took off my raincoat and said.

"Sorry I'm late, my professor thought it would be a good idea to keep us the full time from the moment he came in. Plus the traffic in this weather was crazy."

"No trouble (y/n), here's what needs to be done today." Jim said as he handed me my schedule for today. "Now I've got a meeting with the board so I'll be swamped once again, so do you mind keeping an eye on the boys?"

"You can count on me Miami." He grinned at me and then he walked off while I looked down at the list. Along with getting some files shipped off and records to deliver, most of it my time for 8hrs today contained of just keeping an eye on the boys as they finished up their album. I picked up my bag and headed on up to the recording booth, and once I reached it I was immediately embraced by Roger.

"Are you alright love, why were you so late today? You didn't get into an accident did you?" He looked at me with pure worry in his blue eyes and he spoke so fast I barely understood him.

"Whoa, whoa Rog calm down I'm fine, see I'm fine. My professor ran late at 15 minutes but just before my class almost called it quits he came in and he kept us for the full normal class time just to catch up. And of course traffic was horrible due to this storm, but look at me see? I'm fine." I took his palm and placed a kiss on it and placed it over his chest. "I'm alright." He then embraced me tightly and he said.

"I don't want you leaving my side for the rest of the day, got it?"

"Rog, please stop acting like a hysterical Queen, that's Freddie's job." I pleaded out before speaking in a normal, blunt tone for my final statement.

"She's right Rog, now get in here darling and let's start recording. Our little angel is safe and sound and she won't leave us until the end of her day, right dear?"

"Righty-o Freddie-o." I saluted. Roger looked down at me and he kissed my forehead and I playfully shoved him towards the boys and sat down at my little desk and began logging in my stuff as well as organizing the files that need to be mailed out later today.

As the day went on, I was standing with Rog going over his recent recording for a song. I listened to it and the both of us could tell it wasn't up to par quite yet.

"See no matter how many times I do it, it still doesn't sound right."

"Hmm, how about instead of boom, ba-dump, you make it boom....da-dat! Speed it up a bit more and give it that more rock and roll feel?"

"I'll try it." I rewind the tape as Rog got back into the booth and twirled his drumsticks and I pressed the button and I said.

"Okay Rog from the top." I pressed record and the song began to play. Roger did just as I said and this time I felt goosebumps trail up my arms and a shiver ran up my spine as Roger began to go wild with the drums after the introduction giving it a real feel-good beat. I spun around and said.

"Oh I love it!"

"You like that?"

"Come have a listen!" I said as I pressed the button down so that he could hear me. He then came out of the recording booth as I rewind the playback. Rog came up and removed his sunglasses and said as he leaned up against the ledge of the controls,

"How was that?" I merely pressed play and had Roger listened to the tape and I smiled at him as the two of us mimicked the drumbeats. I stopped the recording and I said.

"I loved it, and I can guarantee that Fred will too."

"Great!"

"(Y/n)," I groaned internally as we both turned around and Paul was standing there.

"What the hell do you want Prenter, I'm working with her on something!" Roger snapped.

"I just wanted to come and tell you that I got in touch with your aunt. Apparently she sounded enraged at finding out that you took the internship. So much so that she disowned you from the family, isn't that right?"

My body tensed up.

How the hell did he know how to get in contact with my aunt and uncle? How did he find my contact information?

"You had no right to contact her family without her permission!" Roger yelled at him.

"Actually it was the mere fact that you even pursued music as a college career choice is what forced your aunt and uncle to kicking you out of the only home you've ever known after your parents died, what was it? A car crash?" I didn't want to hear Paul say anymore of what I tried to keep away from the boys.

I could hear Roger cry out my name as I ran past John, Brian and Freddie who were coming in. With no regards to anyone that I was probably bumping into, all I knew was that I just had to get out of the building and as far away as I could.

*Roger's POV*

"Someone want to tell us what's going on?" I heard Brian say. All I saw at this point was rage as I turned towards Prenter and stomped towards him and slugged him hard. I would've beat the shit out of him too had it not been for Brian and Deacy pulling me away from him and Freddie helping Prenter stand up.

"Roger stop! Enough, enough, stop it!" I was held back as I kept struggling wanting nothing more than to see Prenter buried 6ft under.

"HE WENT OFF AND STARTED TELLING PERSONAL INFORMATION ABOUT (Y/N) THAT NEVER SHOULD'VE BEEN SAID!!" I cried out.

"Paul, is this true?" Freddie asked. Paul wiped the stray blood off his nose and he said.

"Freddie I honestly have no idea what he's talking about. All I was going to ask of (y/n) were those files that needed to be mailed out. But out of nowhere she just started crying and ran out."

"That's a load of bullshit and you know it!!" I snapped. I didn't have time for this. (Y/n) needs to be found before she either hurts herself or someone else.

"Roger where are you going?" I heard Deacy say. I didn't respond as I trudged out of the recording booth and raced around the studio calling out (y/n)'s name. I reached the lobby and I turned to Jessica and asked her.

"Jessica, have you seen (y/n)?"

"She raced outside looking pretty upset about something,"

"Wait she's out there?" I asked in shock.

"Yes, is something wrong Roger shall I call Mr. Beach?"

"No, no, but ring up a car for me. And make sure it has a cup of warm Jasmine tea in it." She nodded then she called up the limo.

Darren drove me around as I kept an eye out for (y/n) anywhere, but due to all the rain and with it getting dark earlier now, I could barely see anything. But suddenly I saw someone sitting along a bench and when I recognized the silhouette being (y/n) I told Darren to stop the car.

He stopped the car just slightly behind her, I got out and slowly walked towards her not wanting to startle her. I removed my jacket slowly and placed it over her as she startled and looked up at me.

*My POV*

I managed to find me a bench to sit on and I just let the rain soak me bone dry as I wept. You could hardly notice a difference whether it was rain or tears falling down my face.

I can't believe Paul blurted out my secret just like that, and in front of Roger of all people, now he and the rest of the boys will look at me with nothing but pity and that's all I got from people after my parent's funeral along with the strict, controlling arseholes that were my aunt and uncle.

Being with the boys it—it gave me that freedom with them not questioning too much about my family, nor knowing about my history and always looking at me with pity. I was so deep in thought I barely noticed that the rain wasn't falling on me as much.

I looked up and was startled to see Roger standing over me with his jacket in his hands blocking me from the rain.

"You'll catch your death if you stay out here," I sniffled and looked away from him. Silence rang between us and he said again, "Why don't you come in the car love? It'll be a lot warmer in there than out here freezing in the rain." I debated to myself whether I wanted to even go into the car with Roger.

Because now that he knows, he'll want to talk about this and find out more about what Paul was talking about and whether it was true or not, which it is I just didn't want to say it was.

Getting to the car, he opened the door and allowed me inside first and then he followed shortly behind before closing the door. Once inside the car, my body suddenly came to the shock of just how cold I was. My body was shaking like a leaf and my teeth were chattering.

Roger wrapped his jacket further around me making sure that I was covered up and he handed me a thermos.

"Here, its Jasmine, your favorite. It should warm you up." I opened up the thermos and took a quick drink of it and was about to sit it down when I heard Roger say, "No, no, come on drink some more." He guided the thermos back to my mouth and I took a longer drink of it before exhaling out a choked sob.

"I don't wanna talk about it, okay." I choked out harshly.

"Okay," he said softly as he brought me close. His arms wrapped around me rubbing my arms as he continued, "We don't have to talk. We can just sit here and get warmed up." I choked out a couple more sobs as I buried myself into Roger's wet shoulder. "Shhh, I'm here love, I'm right here for you."

"Not for long you won't." I muttered.

"What do you mean by that darling?" he said as he looked down at me. I sniffled and leaned back from Roger and wiped my tears away as I choked out.

"Because....because....."

"Hey, take your time." He said as he wiped a tear away before taking my right hand in both of his and he gently kissed my knuckles. I took a few deep breaths trying to calm myself down before I finally managed to say,

"Everything Paul said.....was true. My aunt and uncle they—ever since my parents died in that car crash that stormy night, they've always wanted control of what I did and when I did it. And wh—when it came time for University they wanted me to do something pr-productive, but when I told them I wanted to do music like my parents, they called me out on it. There was arguing until.....finally my uncle packed up my stuff and tossed them out of the house along with me as well." I sniffled and wiped my cheeks with my wet sleeve and that's when I noticed a tissue come up in front of me.

I looked up at Roger and he softly nodded to me so I took it and wiped my tears away and I continued,

"That's why once I got to college I started looking for flats and it wasn't until a month later that I managed to find one and I finally moved in. Thankfully Adam agreed to move in with me to help with the rent."

"(Y/n) you can choose not to answer this but....why didn't you tell us about this?"

"Because I didn't want to be given any sympathy. I thought that....if I gave you guys my sob story then you all would treat me differently. I.....I've been given enough sympathy from friends that I've told this about, plus you guys probably didn't need my baggage on your plate."

"You are not baggage!" He snapped. I tensed up at Roger's shouting. He sighed deeply and he said as he gently gripped my hand and apologized for yelling, "Sorry love, but you are dead wrong. You are not baggage, nothing about you is baggage. The boys and I love you (y/n), and if you had told us about this we wouldn't treat you any differently."

"You really think so?" I asked.

"Of course, the boys and I know you well enough to know that you're not an attention seeker, you don't like being in the crowds. You're like Deacy in a way." That there got a small laugh out of me which made Roger smile. "You're a wonderful girl and knowing this doesn't change my image of you. I still believe that you're gonna do great things. Because you are a fighter, you persevere and dedicate to reach your dream, and I can't wait to see you make it big one day."

"Thanks Rog, you're a great friend." I said with a soft smile.

"I'm always here for you love, and so are Brian, Deacy and Freddie. We all love and care about you. Come here," he held out his arms and I fell into his arms and hugged him back. He stroked my hair and rubbed my back and I buried my face into his neck, his blonde hair lightly tickling my face.

"Rog,"

"Hmm?"

"Can you....promise not to tell the guys about this. I want to be the one to tell them, but when I'm ready."

"I promise not to breathe a word to the lads, it won't be my business to tell. They'll have to hang me by my toes and threaten to burn my drum set along with all my drum sticks in order to get me to talk." I smiled again and thanked him again. I felt him kiss my temple and he said again, "Do you want to head home? Or are you ready to head back?"

"I'll go back, I'm good now."

"You sure?" he said as we separated. I nodded and said.

"Yes, otherwise I let Paul win." He nodded and he told Darren to take us home.

When we got back, the boys were all in the lobby and Deacy asked me.

"(Y/n) are you okay?" I turned to Roger and he placed a hand on my shoulder giving it a comforting rub and I said.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure love?" asked Brian with concern written all over his face.

"I'll tell you guys later but not now. Come on let's get back to work on finishing the album." I said as I walked back towards the recording booth.

"You heard her lads, let's get going." I heard Roger say as he followed behind me and wrapped an arm around me. I looked up at him and he looked down at me and winked as he pulled me close to him and kissed the top of my head.