Dedicated to Deakyismycheesetoast

 
Dun dun dun duh duh dun dun

  "John, please turn the amp down. The kids are napping," Veronica cooed. Deaky complied with a pout. Just then the Deacons heard a muffled cry.

  A certain Bebin had crashed into the nursery, and accidentally awoken the sweet baby Deacon napping there.

  "Shhh, lovie, I'm sorry!" She whispered apologetically. She left the room, contemplating how she found herself in the early eighties in John Richard Deacon, born the nineteenth of August, 1951's home.

  Then she remembered. She had been having tea and cheese on toast with her Queen cut-outs near her shrine. She had longingly wished aloud to be able to meet her idols, and how she was born to love them.

  Then she was thrown into a spiral for a few moments.

  "Ron, are we expecting company?" Deaky bashfully inquired .

  "No, but you do have quite an entourage, John," She smiled.

  Bebin was at a complete loss of words. And communication . And possibly her larynx for all she knew.

  "J-jj-Joh--Deacon," she sputtered out , still in awe and shock.

  "Close enough deary, would you like to have tea with Veronica and I?" John the actual Angel proposed .

Bebin nodded her head ferverently (That may be a word).

  They sat at the table and tea was sat out. Bebin cautiously sipped at her beverage, savoring every drop.

  "I'm learning bass right now, do you have any advice?" She pleaded. He nodded and gave her some old and fairly well loved sheet music and methods for learning.

  And with that, she began to fade into the present.

  "She was a delight," John and Veronica agreed.

  "Hey guys, you'll never believe what just happened to me..."