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Time travel rescue pt. 4; 11th Doctor x teen reader ft. Queen

Oh god what have I done?

*3rd Person POV*

As the night went on by around 11:45pm, Brian, Deacy, Roger and Freddie arrived just a block away from Veronica's hotel but they were shocked when they saw a police car parked out front.

"What the hell is this?" asked Roger. Exiting the main doors two officers had the Doctor handcuffed and dragged him towards their cruiser while the Manager of the hotel huddling himself in his coat to block out the winter chill said.

"And if you want my advice you see to it that creep never gets out."

"No worries Mr. Anderson. We've had several reports fitting this guy's description of property trespassing. We'll take good care of him." Said the older male officer as he and his partner put the Doctor in the back of the cruiser. Confused and starting to worry for his family's safety Deacy was the first to run towards the officer.

"Deacy wait!" Freddie called out to him as he and the other two band members followed him. As the older officer started his car, John came up to him and said.

"Officer what's going on here?"

"Sir please step back."

"Please my wife is checked into that hotel what happened!" Deacy's tone was urgent and stern as his eyes were widened with fear.

"Just stopped an invasion from escalating. Caught this guy trying to attack a young teenage girl and a baby."

"What!?!" Roger asked urgently.

"No Robert!" Deacy exclaimed worriedly. Soon all four band members started calling off either Veronica's, (y/n)'s and Robert's names as they raced inside the hotel and towards the room Veronica said she was staying in.

The second they barged into the room, they saw Veronica sitting on the kitchen floor holding Robert in her arms.

"Veronica!"

"John!" Deacy immediately fell to his knees in front of her and hugged both his wife and son close.

"Are you both okay? What happened?" Deacy asked frantically.

"I—I went out for about five minutes to pick up some more diapers for Robert, and when I came back I saw (y/n) on the floor covered in blood holding Robert and that-that-that creep was standing over them. I didn't know what else to do!" Veronica ranted hysterically. Deacy shushed her and held her close as he comfortingly stroked her back.

"It's okay, it's okay. You both are safe now. I'm here, I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner."

"Wait but—where's (y/n)?" asked Roger.

"She was hysterical. Even ran after the police begging them to not arrest the creep. They—over powered her and shoved her into the closet where I had the creep locked up."

"They what!?" exclaimed Roger. "Why did you just let that happen!?"

"Roger dear calm down." Freddie tried to calm the hotheaded drummer down.

"You damn well know why I won't bloody calm down Fred! Why did you let them do that to her!?"

"Don't shout at my wife Roger! She's been through enough already!" Deacy snarled protectively.

"What else was I supposed to do? She was actually defending her own attacker." Veronica said.

"Not let the police assault her then lock her up. Which closet is she is?" Veronica pointed to the one just across from the kitchen. Roger unlocked the door only to be tackled by (y/n).