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

With each hard slam on the high toms or symbols I walked up the steps so that he wouldn't hear me coming until I finally reached the stage. Then finally after some frantic and furious drumming, he stopped and panted with sweat already starting to form on his brow.

"Roger?" he refused to look at me. He took his drumstick and stood up, flatly ignoring me. "Roger please I—can't you just let me explain?" He didn't respond, he just sat down on the stage and twirled his stick in his right hand not wanting to look at me.

I sighed heavily and turned towards his kit. I walked up to it and saw the extra pair of sticks right there in a pouch. I adjusted the seat and twirled the stick in my left hand before placing my foot on the pedal. I then slammed on the cymbals before playing his famed song 'I'm in love with my car.'

Then to the best of my ability, I also sang his song. Now I'm like Deacy when I say I don't have the best voice. I mean it's not terrible, terrible like ear bleeding terrible. I can sing in like the alto rang but anything probably higher than that, it's a no go. But oh man was Roger right about this being the most difficult to both sing and play the drums.

I only got to half of the first chorus when Roger held his hand up and said.

"You're supposed to go high toms then middle toms before you get to the chorus."

"Oh yeah, I thought it sounded a bit off."

"And no offense (y/n), but your voice it pitchy when it comes to singing."

"Hey!" I exclaimed in mocked offense which made Roger finally crack a smile. "I know, guess Deacy and I got that in common. I'm not much of a singer, but I am one hell of a drummer right?"

"With more practice yeah." He said as he came up and nudged my arm which made me smile and chuckle.

"Again Roger I'm—really sorry I lied. It's just.....would you honestly believe me if I had told you from the get-go about me being from the future?"

"Most likely no. I would've thought you were crazy. I'm the one who should be sorry. I overreacted and didn't give you a chance to speak."

"Actually you reacted how I figured you would." I looked up at him and continued, "So—we cool now?"

"You got it love." He said as he placed his hand at the back of my head and pressed his forehead against mine. "C'mon. Let's head back to the hotel and get some rest. You must be exhausted."

"Not as much as Robert and Veronica are."

"True. But you were the one to kill that—whatever it was."

"Yeah you got a point there. And damn am I gonna feel some of these sores tomorrow."

"Well why don't I get some ice for the bruises?"

"You've done too much for me Rog, I can't ask that of you."

"Nonsense love. I won't take no for an answer. And I'm sure you know how stubborn I can be." I cracked another smile and said.

"Yes. Not only through the interviews I've seen but just from what I've witnessed myself."

"Then c'mon. Let's go." We set his drumsticks down and the two of us left the Odeon theater.

We were now back at the hotel and I was sitting on the bed while Rog was making some ice bags for the bruises on my ribs that I knew had to be forming.

"So what's it like in the future?"

"Roger—"

"I know, I know the Doctor said you can't reveal too much but can you at least tell me what the people are like? I mean, are there still arseholes in the world? Is racism still a thing?"