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*Request by 3a08161* 11th Doctor ft. Queen

I mean—it was because of him I became interested in the drums. Shortly after I left the gang life behind; since I had always been a Queen fan since childhood, my nana bought me my first ever drumkit after my six months of being clean of the violent outbursts. She thought I could do have a better outlook banging the drums instead of banging with another gang.

His style of drumming has always fascinated me and sometimes I would try to copy some of his solos as best I could, and I'll say that I'm a pretty decent drummer but I'll never be up to his level of drumming.

"Well since you seem to know my name, may I know yours?"

"Uhh (y)—(y/n)."

"It's nice to meet you (y/n)." he held out his hand for me to take. I was nervous to take his hand but I didn't want him to think that I was a bitch. Hopefully the bleeding has stopped, so I reached out and I took his hand. Unfortunately he immediately noticed the blood. "(Y/n)....what happened to your hand?"

"Oh well I—I was.....a cat scratched me."

"These don't look like any cat scratches I know. And believe me Freddie has over 7 and I've been scratched by almost all of them at some point in time." He then tucked some hair away from my face and he continued, "Be honest love, I won't judge you but I need to know. Did—did some arsehole.....assault you?" Well to a degree but not in the way he was implying, but how do you tell your idol that? So to kinda put him at ease I whipped up a quick excuse.

"Well.....I—they just came out of nowhere.... I-I-I tried to stop them but they....."

"Ohh you poor thing," he cooed as he gently embraced me. "Come with me. I can help heal those scratches and make you a warm cuppa, eh?" I nodded and he then guided me towards the Hammersmith Odeon.

When we got there, I'll be honest that I couldn't believe that I was in the actual Hammersmith Odeon theater. Cause back—well forward in my time it's called the Hammersmith Apollo and it's mostly shown dance acts, and live performances for comedians.

"First aid's in the dressing room. That's the last known place I know it was at when Fred was dealing with some blisters the other day." He guided me towards backstage and I saw dozens of roadies and other volunteers and workers getting ready for sound checks, probably for a rehearsal. "Here we are."

Roger opened the door and guided me inside. Already I saw four sections of the big dressing room where each band member got ready. I saw from the photo of Veronica holding baby Robert that the section I was standing near was Deacy's corner.

Just ahead where the red special was and what appeared to be an astronomy book was Brian's place. And of course the one where dozens of cat pictures along with the beautiful Mary Austin's picture was Freddie's.

"Okay let's see; first aid, first aid, first aid." Roger muttered as he went through Freddie's side. Lifting up various music sheets, journals and drawers. "Damnit Fred where the bloody hell did you put it—Ah-ha there you are!" He then pulled out an old school style first aid kit. "Right have a seat over here love."

"I—I don't know. I mean am I even allowed to be in here?"

"No not really but this is an emergency. So come on, sit. I don't bite." Cautiously I walked further in the dressing room and sat down in Freddie's seat. "Okay let's see here, we'll need antiseptic cream, and...bandages." He took out the cream first and he told me to show him my hands.

He then began to doctor up both my hands, but just before he put the first aid kit away, he noticed that my right sleeve was stained with blood. He carefully rolled it up and that's when I saw the four long scratches that went from just an inch or two below my elbow to my wrist.