Queen for a Day

 1979

It had been a couple of years since Crowley had seen Freddie and the rest of the guys and he did feel it was time to catch up.  Part of that decision was the fact that he'd just had a rather nasty fight with Aziraphale.  They happened every so often.  He'd thought that perhaps the angel was finally starting to realize that maybe they had the chance at being a bit more than friends but then the fight happened and it actually broke Crowley's heart.  

"What's wrong, darling?"  Freddie asked as he and Crowley sat down on a sofa in his living room.  He had a bottle of wine sitting on a lovely coffee table and two glasses.  

"What makes you think something's wrong?"  Crowley asked as he shifted on the couch to get a bit more comfortable.  

"You really think I don't know you that well?"  Freddie asked as he went about filling the glasses with wine.  Crowley sighed heavily as he looked at his friend.  

"We had a fight."  Crowley picked up his glass of wine and took a long drink.  Freddie made a face as he refilled the glass.  

"I'm so sorry."  He said softly, not even having to ask who.  There was only one person that would cause Crowley to be in such a mood.  

"I think it's actually over this time."  Crowley ran his fingers through his hair as he leaned back into the sofa a bit more.  

"Oh I doubt that.  You've told me that the two of you have had a lot of fights over the years."  Freddie shook his head.  

"This one's different.  I'm not sure why, it just feels different."  He downed the entirety of his glass of wine and took the bottle from Freddie, pouring some more.  

"Well, love.  All you can do is give him some time.  I'm sure he'll come around."  Freddie smiled a little.  One of their little happens was that Freddie would put his hand on Crowley's shoulder and gently play with the hair that was within reach.  

"It's like....everything is falling apart.  I don't know if time can heal this one."  Crowley sighed heavily.  He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of Freddie's fingers in his hair.  

"At least you still have us, yes?"  Freddie nodded.  "You don't have to be alone."  

"That really does help, actually."  Crowley nodded and looked at his friend again.  

"And you know what else helps?  At least for me?"  Freddie set his wine glass down and got to his feet.  

"What's that, Fred?"  Crowley asked as he watched the man move.  He noticed the little stick out of his tongue at calling him Fred.  

"Music.  Every time I'm feeling a bit low, I sit down at my piano and I put the feelings into music."  He came back over and took Crowley's hand, pulling him to his feet.  

"I don't know...."  Crowley shook his head though he didn't resist as Freddie pulled him over to the piano.  

"I'll play, you just tell me how you're feeling.  Or maybe you could sing.  I know you have a nice voice, I've heard it."  Freddie sat down at the piano and patted the bench next to him.  

"Positively angelic."  Crowley said with a little bit of a smirk.  He was thankful that he'd actually managed to keep his literally angelic singing voice.  And his appreciation for music for that matter.  Freddie just laughed and shook his head.  He started to play, though it wasn't anything in particular.  

"Come on, darling.  Tell me how you're feeling."  Freddie said as he kept playing. 

January 1980 

"And tonight on BBC Radio 1 we have a new Queen song just released.  Get yourselves a tissue for this one ladies and gents.  And here is Save Me."  

It started off so well
They said we made a perfect pair
I clothed myself in your glory and your love
How I loved you,
How I cried

The years of care and loyalty
Were nothing but a sham it seems
The years belie we lived a lie
I'll love you 'til I die

Save me, save me, save me
I can't face this life alone
Save me, save me, save me
I'm naked and I'm far from home

The slate will soon be clean
I'll erase the memories,
To start again with somebody new
Was it all wasted?
All that love?

I hang my head and I advertise
A soul for sale or rent
I have no heart, I'm cold inside
I have no real intent

Save me, save me, save me
I can't face this life alone
Save me, save me, oh
I'm naked and I'm far from home

Each night I cry, I still believe the lie
I'll love you 'til I die

Save, save, save me
Save, save, save me
Don't let me face my life alone
Save, save, save me
I'm naked and I'm far from home*

Even though Crowley knew that Aziraphale would never listen to the radio, at least not a station that would play that song, he did feel better knowing the song was out there.  A song that really expressed how he felt.  Freddie and the guys did his feelings justice and he would never forget that.  

*Actually written by Brian May