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Time travel rescue pt. 2; 11th Doctor x teen reader ft. Queen

"I don't mind. I've—heard some good things about this place."

"You know Rog and I once had a stall in this joint together before I officially joined the band."

"Really? What did you guys sell?"

"Oh any old clothes that we could find. Though I'll never forget that jacket you and Brian tried to sell. That was my favorite jacket."

"Well then you shouldn't have had it on the rack then, should you?" Roger mocked as he shut the engine off after finding a parking space. "Plus it'll be cheap and not as crowded as the stores are right now. Last minute Christmas shoppers and all."

"Agreed." We all got out and quickly walked inside the market. And inside I saw anything and everything. From antiques, to bridal wear, clothes, furniture, everything small and large you could imagine. "Whoa."

"I know it's a little intimidating at first but no worries lovie, you'll get used to it." Roger said as he wrapped an arm around me.

"Alright my darlings, let's head down memory lane. To the clothing stall!" Freddie then dragged us down the store almost towards the end of the building where a clothing stall was all set up. Behind the counter there was a young black woman with an afro, she wore a Christmas sweater and jeans and was sucking on a lollipop. "Well I'll be damned. Billie. Billie Tyler?" she looked up and grinned.

"Oh shit no. Freddie Mercury and Roger Taylor! Never did I think I'd see you two bastards here again." She grinned.

"So you're working our stall now?" Roger asked.

"Yeah. Ever since you two boys got all rich and famous, I went ahead and took over the stall."

"Well hate to burst your bubble but we're still not rich and famous." Said Roger.

"What? After all the big success you guys did at the Rainbow last year?"

"That's the thing. We don't get paid on our tours. In fact just recently we left our first company because they screwed up our payments. Our manager didn't even want to give any money so that Deacy could marry Veronica."

"What?! Those stuck up bastards! I hope Deacy got the wedding he deserved though."

"It was a small court ceremony but it was still sweet. Although had we had the money, I would've planned the perfect wedding for them." Said Freddie.

"Oh please Fred, you'd invite half of London along with all crazy people you invite to the after parties." Said Roger.

"So who's this? Little groupie?" she asked gesturing towards me.

"No. This is (y/n)." Roger said introducing me. "(Y/n), this is Billie Tyler. When Fred and I worked here, she worked at the boutique just across from us. We'd hang out and have lunch on our breaks, she was basically our first fan."

"Nice to meet you Billie." I said reaching out a hand to her. She shook my hand immediately and she said.

"Nice to meet you too (y/n). How'd you come across these two lugs?"

"Poor dear got jumped last night, thankfully Rog was around to help her out." Said Fred as he placed a hand to my shoulder.

"Oh my god—are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just a really bad scratch along my forearm but nothing too bad."

"Well I would've honestly preferred to run into Bri had I been jumped but I'm glad you had Roger to help you out." Roger looked at her crossly and she playfully stuck her tongue out at him. "So what brings you three here to Kensington market?"