A Queen's Nights At The Museum
AN: I have read many Queen stories, and felt rather sorry for Rami that he never had the chance to meet Freddie Mercury. In a couple of stories, he does, and this is just another one.
"Oh My God!" An Egyptian-American accented voice cried out in a voice that held disbelief, shock, and fear in it all at once. Only five minutes ago, Rami Malek and his fellow co-stars from the very successful, if not factually correct, biopic on the lives of the four band members of the British Rock Band Queen, simply entitled "Bohemian Rhapsody," had been on United Airlines flight 39 in the middle of the night, but now, thanks to some supernatural force, it was now early morning, and they were now flying on United Airlines flight 93.
Well, you may ask, what's a change in the flight number got to do with anything? I'll tell you. United Airlines flight 93 was involved in the terrorist attack that we now come to call "9/11." So, somehow, the four main actors had ended up back in time on a flight that was doomed to crash into The Pentagon.
All of the 37 passengers were doing a number of things to try and stop the attack on their flight. Rami, Gwilym, and Joe were on their cell phones, texting loved ones goodbyes, but their youngest co-star, Ben, wasn't doing a thing. In fact, he had somehow managed to fall asleep during the whole drama.
Joe, who was strongly rumoured to be gay, for Ben anyway, lightly shook him.
"Ben, wake up," he said gently.
The young British actor didn't move.
"Ben, please wake up. Tell you what, when we land, I'll get rid of Cardy," he said. He loved that cut-out of Ben that Roger Taylor had given to him for a joke, but he loved Ben even more.
However, his efforts were all for naught, and when Joe pulled Ben towards him, he worked out why. Sticking through the back of the seat was a sharp knife, dripping with blood.
"Ben, no!" cried Joe, and promptly turned his head to the side and threw up.
Rami and Gwilym, having finished texting their more important contacts, looked at each other.
"What do we do now?" Asked Rami, just as his watch turned to 09:57am, and all the other passengers and crew leapt up with weapons of their own.
"Of course. They all worked together to bring the hijackers under control," said Gwilym, just as Joe came running towards them.
"Guys, Ben's gone," he croaked out.
"What do you mean? You can't just leave a flight in mid-air. There's a ton of pressure on that door," said Rami, just as Sandy Bradshaw, one of their flight attendants, came running towards them, screaming "TERRORIST!" At the top of her lungs, and pointing accusingly at Rami.
"I'm not!" he told her. She didn't believe him until he began to help. Gwil and Joe helped him, too. They didn't have time to mourn the loss of their friend.
They fought on bravely, but as they were nearing the cockpit to try to gain some control on the already out of control flight, the plane suddenly flipped onto it's back, sending the passengers tumbling to the ceiling.
Rami closed his eyes tightly, and cried out, "I'm going to meet Freddie Mercury!" before an almighty bang caused the plane to explode and his vision went dark.
AN: Not the nicest start to a story, and I'm not sure if Flight 93 actually exploded, but it does make it more dramatic. Also, I'm not American.