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Time travel rescue pt. 5; 11th Doctor x teen reader ft. Queen

"Well—not mad per-say more like—stunned. I mean don't get us wrong it has nothing to do with you love but—time travel. I mean I always believed it to be nothing more than science fiction." Said Brian.

"Well don't astrophysicist go into the theories of Einstein? Specifically his theory of relativity and time space continuum?" the Doctor asked.

"Well yes but—" at that point, guitarist and astrophysicist Brian May was proven wrong. "Oh my god he—he was actually right?"

"Einstein was a clever man. You both would've gotten along, perhaps alongside Newton." The Doctor said with a grin and a quirk of his brow.

"Oh my god." He muttered as he brushed his hand through his hair. It was then Robert started getting a little fussy.

"Here why don't we all head back to the hotel room since his majesty Robert is getting sleepy." The Doctor said. Veronica who was trying to calm Robert down began to agree. We all left the TARDIS and I looked out toward the street and saw no sign of Roger, although I had a feeling I knew where he was.

"You guys go on ahead and get some rest, I've—got something I need to do."

"You sure (y/n)?" asked Deacy.

"Yeah. You and your family had a long night Deacy. Go and be with them, you deserve it after what happened. Doctor I'll have the examination table ready for you when you bring that creature in."

"Okay, and please no dissection tools this time." He told me.

"You just wanna suck the joy out of everything." I muttered.

"I heard that missy." I stuck my tongue out at him and with that they turned and headed to the guy's hotel. I turned towards the blue box and touched her corner and I said.

"You heard him Sexy. I think you can take care of it for me, god I know I can never understand you but please tell me.....will Roger even—want to talk to me after this?" and then for the first time, I saw her center console or as I like to call it 'the heart' of the TARDIS lit up and I heard a brief wheeze.

Guess that meant 'yes?' I don't know. But I hope you're right old girl.

"Okay, thanks girl." I then walked the opposite direction. Towards the Hammersmith Odeon theater.

When I got there I had seen that the doors were indeed unlocked. I walked in and I could hear the faint sounds of banging. I walked closer towards the door and as quietly as I could opened the doors to see right by his drumkit, Roger Taylor banging away on his drums.

He wasn't playing a song, just—banging a random rhythm. But I knew he had to be pissed, a drummer doesn't do that randomly (or at least me) if they aren't angry.

I stepped in and quietly shut the door and hid along one of the rows and just watched him. God just seeing the way he was drumming made me think back to the Nov. 1974 Rainbow performance. I thought at this point he was gonna knock his kit over and destroy it like he did then.

I tried to stay in the dark so that he wouldn't see me and try to take off running. As I got closer and closer to the stage, I could feel my heart beat with anxiety, I just—god I really hope he doesn't hate me for lying—well not fully expressing the truth to him.

I mean there's no other hurt than when you find out our hero is a right up arsehole. And Roger's been nothing but kind to me but now that he knew the truth would he—reject me? Hate me? Be disgusted with me? I've let so many people down, and been let down myself and if I had to deal with my hero Roger Taylor, the man who practically saved my life, hating me I—I don't know what I'll do.