Warnings: sorta swearing? Suggestive comments?

Lena killed the engine of the car far out of sight of the old farmhouse she knew to be Ridgefarm. Only a few windows remained lit, but she focused on the one she knew to be Roger's. Freddie had explicitly forbade anybody but the band and recording personnel to be present during this last couple weeks of recording because he wanted there to be no distractions in their attempts to finish this album. Lena understood that, but sincerely doubted that the band was accomplishing as much as Freddie insisted they were without distractions. So Lena had elected that the best way to see Roger was to sneak into the Ridgefarm grounds at various times throughout their stay there. Shutting her car door silently Lena reflected that this action was exceptionally unlike her, sneaking into somewhere to see a boy. But much of what she these days was unlike the way she imagined herself to be; it was not all bad, just different.

When she reached below Roger's window she hoisted herself up the trellis and through the vines growing on the side of the old building and up to the glass. Peering in the room, the appeared to be empty, although the lamp was on. With a careful push she slid the window open with minimal noise and slipped inside. The door to the room was shut, but she caught snippets of the conversation from the rooms below and guessed that it would be a long while before this particular band discussion was over.

Lena laid down on the bed, wrapped herself in quilt and stared at the ceiling. The quilt smelled distinctly of Roger and Lena felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. Despite how odd her life had become and how she found herself doing the strangest of things to spend time with him or avoid being pursued by paparazzi, it was joy to be doing such things by her own desire rather than spending her every waking moment dedicated to her job as she had for too long spend doing. She lay contemplating this and day dreaming of the summer days left to spend with Roger and the rest of them, before long drifting off to sleep.

"Roger Meddows Taylor! Get your ass up here!" a voice laughed loudly as the bedroom door slammed, causing Lena to sit straight up on the bed and stare at Brian with wide eyes. Roger burst into the room a moment later.

"What!" he demanded harshly, and then concluded with a soft "Oh" when he saw Lena, a slight grin on his lips.

"You send me up to get your dumb lyrics and proceed to forget that you illegally, by Freddie's rules anyway, invited Lena. That's a whole new level of forgetfulness, even for you Rog," Brian grinned.

"Really Roger, I did tell you I was coming," Lena said, pretending to pout.

"I really am sorry love. It's just this discussion," he looked pointedly at Brian, "that we are having over the b-side of our single."

Before anyone else could respond Freddie's voice called up the stairs, "What's going on up there? We have things to do you know."

"Lena was just-" Brian began to call back before Roger slapped a hand over Brian's mouth.

"Lena? Lena isn't supposed to be here?" Freddie's voice returned, coming closer now. He stepped into the room a moment later frowning at Lena. "Really you couldn't stay away for just two weeks?"

"Well arguably, it's been longer than two weeks and the time you all have spend recording this thing have been months beyond that."

"Valid. But darling we have still so much to do."

"Well from the sounds of it you all were doing nothing but arguing over whose songs are most important-"

"Potentially, but now that you're here, new subject, because I finally procured your birthday present," Freddie said.

Before Lena could respond that her birthday was literally months ago, Deaky's voice sounded from the floor below.

"I'll just be down here drinking tea whenever you all are ready to come back down."

Lena snorted slightly and followed the others down to the kitchen.

"Oh hello Lena. How are you?" Deaky said, seemingly without surprise to see her.

"Lovely thank you."

"Now," Freddie said pulling a box from a cupboard, "I was looking for just the right thing for your birthday, but then Roger got you that gorgeous red leather jacket, and there was no way I could one up that, so I was just waiting for something perfect to come along. Then the other day I was realizing that you in no way visibly affiliate with the band. Which I know is on purpose, but I thought you should have a little something that is from us, as Queen, to you."

"So this really is from all of us, although it was Freddie's idea," Deaky said.

"Go on, open it now," Brian said pushing the box toward Lena.

Lena shook her head at them, grinning, and untied the ribbon that held the box closed. From inside she pulled a simple jean jacket with "QUEEN" printed repeatedly vertically on the back in the typical Queen logo font.

"See darling, now you have a little bit of representation of the band, and because you are a Queen," Freddie said excitedly.

"Thank you all so much, I absolutely love it."

"But not as much as you love me?" Roger said grinning.

"Yes thank you Rog," Brain said, "We all definitely need you to confirm that she loves you."

Brian sniggered and ducked his head as both Roger and Lena simultaneously smacked him.

Freddie ignored the exchange; "Go on, put it on!"

So Lena did and paraded the jacket around for all to see, and even Paul, who had unfortunately come in to see what all the noise was about gave his approval. And Lena had to admit that it was the perfect gift from the band; it was a very high quality jacket that was sure to last decades and gave her a fun but none too outrageous association with the band. Well perhaps it was a bit much to have "Queen" stamped repeatedly vertically across your back, but still, she loved the jacket.

"Really though, now that you have that finally, get out, you're disrupting the flow of our recording process." Freddie said.

"You're not going to at least let her stay the night and not travel back in the dark?" Deaky asked somewhat sarcastically.

"Because Lena staying the night with Roger is something we would all be hearing about anyway-" Brian started.

Lena genuinely hit him with actual force this time, "Will you stop it?"

Brain just sniggered as Freddie began, "Well I suppose if you stayed that would give Roger some motivation to actually cook something delightful for breakfast, because thus far he has only been helpful in making approximately one pot of coffee.

"See Rog is the best cook out of all of us," Deaky explained to Lena, "But he only really is willing to cook when he has you to impress."

"Oh sure," Lena said, rolling her eyes.

"It is true, I have left these hooligans to fend for themselves," Roger said, but with you here I could be convinced to impress you all with a gourmet breakfast."

Freddie clapped his hands together, "It's settled then, you may stay!"

"Thanks dad," Lena said sarcastically.

That night Lena slept soundly wrapped in Roger's arms, happy to be here not only with Roger, but with the rest of them, whom she now regarded as her family.

The next morning Lena found herself alone in the bed but could faintly pick up the smell of coffee wafting up from below. Padding down the stairs of the drafty old house she made her way into the kitchen where Roger was well on his way to a strong display of his cooking skills.

Lena stole a piece of bacon and went on her way to pouring coffee as Roger hummed some unfamiliar song that she guessed must be a part of their new album.

"How did you sleep love?" Roger asked.

"Quite good actually. You?"

"Wonderful because you were there."

Lena rolled her eyes and sat on one of the bar stools at the kitchen's island.

"What is the plan for today then?"

"Well we are still recording, so I suppose you could sit in on that if Freddie will allow it. He has been very particular about this album. Especially this one song we are working on. I think you'll like it though."

And like it she did. They were still perfecting little pieces of it, but it was for the most part done, the masterpiece that was Bohemian Rhapsody. Standing behind the glass watching Freddie's one last little retake, or so he said, Lena felt the gravity of the moment, realizing she was witnessing history being made. Roger came up behind her and put his head on her shoulder, wrapping his arms about her waist.

"Quite impressive isn't it?"

"It amazing," she breathed.

They continued to listen, Lena becoming increasingly more impressed with everyone's contribution to the song, from John's bass that she just barely heard, Roger's falsettos, Brian's overall aesthetic and just Freddie being Freddie.

"What did you think of that Lena, dear?" Freddie asked when he came back into the sound booth.

"It was absolutely incredible Fred, I'm so excited to hear the whole album."

"Well I can't spoil the whole thing for you, but I suppose we could share one more with you. And because its you, I'll play the whole thing for you live. Come along in with me."

"If you say so."

Lena followed Roger and Freddie into the studio, and sat down on an amp as Freddie sat at the piano. Roger sat on the ground next to her in such a way that he let his head rest in the curve of her waist. Lena gasped Roger's hand as Freddie began the song, and Lena again wondered what a marvel it was to be able to watch Freddie play.

"Love of my life, you've hurt me

You've broken my heart and now you leave me

Love of my life, can't you see?

Bring it back, bring it back

Don't take it away from me, because you don't know

What it means to me"

By the end of the song Lena had to hastily wipe a tear from her eye as Freddie looked up from the piano grinning.

"That was beautiful Fred."

"Thank you dear. I'm quite fond of it." He paused as if thinking, "Now I'll be going now but I'm calling you," he pointed at Roger, "back in to actually get stuff done with the rest of us at noon. So you," he pointed at Lena, "will need to be gone by then."

"That's perfect, I have somewhere to be tonight anyways," Lena said, nodding to Freddie's instructions as he left the room.

"You know you really don't have to go if you don't want to," Roger said looking up at her.

"I know, but I figure that you guys have magic to perform and I have a long list of things to get done this weekend."

"I would not say its magic, but maybe close," he said half grinning, "Do you want to do anything while you're here?"

"No, I just came to spend time with you and the boys. So whatever you have in mind is perfect."

"Okay then, I'll give you the full tour of the farm and we'll see who we run into."

Lena stood up and offered Roger her hand, but as she stepped back to shift her weight to pull Roger up she caught her foot in a stray crash cymbal stand and her, Roger and it fell with a loud cacophony of noise.

They landed with Roger's nose almost touching Lena's, his body just propped up over hers.

"You know, if I didn't know better, I might have though you did that on purpose, just to have this fine opportunity to kiss me," Roger teased.

Lena rolled her eyes, "You wish Taylor. But I will still take the chance that has presented itself".

Their kiss only lasted for a split second though, as Brian rushed into the studio, "I heard a giant crash and worried if you- Oh. Of course," he said stopping when he saw Roger nearly on top of Lena on the floor.

"I swear this is significantly more innocent than it looks," Lena said tilting her head in the direction she knew Brian to be standing, despite not being able to actually see him.

"Sure it is. But either way, let's keep the making out in the studio to a minimum please," he said sarcastically as proceeded directly back to wherever he had been before.

Roger pecked Lena on the lips once before rising to his feet and offering her his hand, "No falling this time."

"Right. Now I would like a tour of this place you all have spent so much time recently."

"One tour of Ridge Farm, coming right up!" Roger said, and grabbed her hand as he pulled her though the mess of instruments and sound equipment that would produce Lena's most favorite Queen album.