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

"Unfortunately yes, but not the extent that it is during this time. It's really sexism that's the kicker, but women are getting a better cut now when it comes to fairness in the work force."

"Okay, that's good. Reason I ask that is because a show earlier this year someone called Freddie a racial slur in the middle of our concert and Fred called him out on it." I grinned and said.

"Doesn't surprise me. He does have that confrontational spirit when it comes to himself or his friends."

"Love you don't know the half of it. Now about the music, is Rock and roll still a thing?"

"I don't think you'll like the answer to that."

"Oh god please tell me we die because of disco."

"No, no. It's mostly either rap or Hip-hop." He looked at me confused. "You'll find out in about 20 years. It's hard for me to explain exactly what they are cause one I can't rap to save my arse, and two hip-hop is even twice as difficult to explain."

"And what of us? I mean Queen in general. Are the four of us still together?" he asked as he finally came towards me and handed me the ice and towelette.

Damnit I knew he couldn't resist asking that. God I really wish I could tell him, cause next to Deacy, Roger suffered the most cause he was on his way to see Freddie the day he died. I could spare him the heartache but I knew I couldn't tell him.

"Why did you have to go and ask that?" I muttered as I grabbed the ice bag and towel from him.

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself." I sighed heavily.

"I can tell you this though Rog. Your music, will continue to last for a lifetime. There are new generation of Queen fans born every day. You help inspire so many people in the years to come. Just keep to your guns and I guarantee you that Queen will kick off to new heights in five years." He smiled at me.

"Just like I dreamed we would." He said in awe. "Okay another question, and this is just about me personally. Do I—please tell me I don't end up losing my hair." At that question I couldn't laugh but it caused me to groan in pain. "You okay?" he asked concerningly as he placed both of his hands on my arms.

"Yeah. I've had worse."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you later. For now to answer your previous question, you—kinda end up looking like Colonel Sanders."

"The guy from that Popeyes American place? Are you joking?"

"It's KFC actually but, yes. But it suits you."

"Oh great, and what I expect Brian keeps his hair the same way?"

"Well—"

"What?! You mean to tell me I'll slowly be going bald while he keeps his Isaac Newton hair?!" I shrugged and said.

"Seriously Roger it's not that bad."

"God if I end up looking like that Deacy and Freddie will never let me live it down." I elected not to answer that.

I'll admit I have seen the pictures and video footage of Deacy in the present (or well about 3-6 yrs. ago my time) and—god it broke my heart to see him in that state. Not to mention that now that the Paps have found him, they and so called 'fans' try to stalk him to get another footage of him.

Why couldn't they respect his privacy? He looked so worned out and depressed and all he wanted was to be left alone and not relive the pain of Freddie's memory.

"Now going back to you (n/n), what did you mean you've had worse? Have you gotten injured traveling with the Doctor before?" I heard him say. He looked me dead in the eye. I adjusted the icepack and said.