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

"It comes with the territory. Some people get hurt, but most end up killed."

"Wait, killed!? (Y/n) you're so young! You have your whole life ahead of you. Why do you stay when you know it could be dangerous?"

"Because I've lived with danger for—practically my whole life. In fact I was.....involved with some very, very, very stupid shit before I met the Doctor. These bruises are nothing compared to what I've had to deal with." I then pulled down the shoulder of my shirt and showed him a faded mark on my right arm. "That there, got it from a .45 ACP caliber pistol when I was just 10 years old."

"Wait you—you got shot at!? What kind of cowardly bastard shoots a child!?" he asked furiously.

"It was a graze actually. And it was reckless teenager that did it. 15 years old. Newbie." He gently stroked through the faded scar and muttered.

"What have you been through love?" I took a sharp inhale before exhaling deeply.

"I only said this to Veronica earlier tonight. I—don't know if I have the strength to tell it again." I told him honestly as I looked down shamefully. It was then I felt him cup my chin and turn my head to look at him.

"I won't force you love. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I won't press. But when you are ready to talk, I'll be there to listen with an open ear and an open mind." I smiled and said.

"Okay Rog, I'll tell you."

"Are you sure?" he asked as he tucked a strand of my hair out of my face.

"Yes. You deserve to know the truth." He then sat down close beside me and I proceeded to tell him everything.

My parents drug problems, them trying to sell me off, my nana taking me in, the gang activities, getting addicted to drugs myself, and being one of the most violent members of probably the biggest gang in London in 2019. I told him everything.

I also told him of how I first met the Doctor, my first 'mission' with him and how ever since meeting him he's basically been a supporter of me trying to get out of my old lifestyle choices. He helped patch things up between me and my nan, and that's when my nan introduced me to Queen.

And ever since then, any achievement of being clean, I got something related to music or Queen related like records, merchandise. I even told him that my 6 month clean gift was a drum kit that almost resembled his during this time period.

When all was said and done, Roger looked at me not with judgement or even with sympathy, there was—strength behind those piercing blue eyes. The first thing he did was cup my face in both of his hands.

He didn't speak a word as he only looked at me, his thumbs gently stroking my cheekbones before he finally embraced me and he whispered in my ear.

"You truly are a tigress. Oh love you've overcame so much in such a short period of time. Forced to grow up only to be lead down the wrong path. But you fought and fought your way out to make yourself clean again. That alone shows me that you have true courage and strength. And I am—honored that in a way in your time, I was your big inspiration."

I felt the flickering of tears in my eyes. I couldn't believe I was hearing him say this.

"God (y/n), lovie you've—you've seriously surprised me. To think that you were strong before but now knowing this I'm....I'm blown away at who I stand in front of."

"I think you're milking it a bit much there Roger."

"No I swear to you lovie I'm not. You are a warrior (n/n). A true warrior. I mean fuck if I were in your shoes and that happened to me I'd—I would've never found the strength you had. I'd probably still be doing the drugs, the gang violence, hell I'd probably be dead before the age of 18."