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

"But thank god you're not." He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Yeah, cause otherwise who else would you look up to?"

"Okay now I'm beginning to regret telling you that you're my biggest idol. I knew I should've chosen Deacy when I had the chance."

"Uh-uh-uh-uh no takebacks you can't retract it now!"

"Who says I can't?"

"I say. C'mere you!" he then pulled me into a headlock and proceeded to noogie me like there was no tomorrow. I exclaimed and tried to free myself from his grip.

"Hey! Roger stop!" I said through my laughter.

"Not until you take back what you just said and say that I'm still your idol and biggest inspiration."

"Okay I take it back!"

"I don't believe you." He ceased his noogie attack but he still kept an arm around my neck. "You know at this time I would tickle you to make you say it, but in the light of your injuries I'm going with Plan KR."

"Plan KR? What happened to B? And just what does KR mean?"

"Oh just a little thing I used to do to my sister when we were kids. I call it—oh shall we say.....Kisses and Raspberries!" and at a split second, my cheek was attacked by raspberries and he began giving me wet kisses all over my face.

"Stop it you hyper golden retriever!"

"Oh so now we're name calling huh? Well take this you adorable tigress!" he then gave my cheek another raspberry and I soon tapped out.

"Okay! Okay I'll say it!" he ceased his raspberry attack and looked at me with a serious face. "Roger Meadows Taylor forever will and always will be my idol, role model and inspiration." His famed wide smile came across his face as I spoke those words.

"And don't you forget it." He said with a peck to my nose. I shook my head at him and said.

"You truly are the hysterical Queen out of the band."

"Yeah, but sometimes I do have my quiet moments." He said as he lay down right there in front of my like a cat sunbathing. I nodded before I let out a soft yawn. "Oh wow it's already 2:30 in the morning, you should get some sleep." He sat back up and got off the bed and actually tucked me in.

"Thank you Roger."

"No problem."

"No not for this. I meant—thank you for giving me a chance to explain myself. For allowing me to finally be honest around you, even when I almost costed what we sorta formed with each other." He smiled softly and he said.

"It's not what we almost had. It's what we do have. Meeting you (y/n) it's....probably been the most thrilling experience I've ever had. And that's saying something since I've performed live for television and thousands of people all before I reached age 30." The two of us smiled and softly laughed. "Alright now, get some rest. And I'll check on those bruises tomorrow. G'night love."

"Night Rog." He kissed my cheek before heading towards his bed and turned out the light and soon the two of us fell asleep in the darkness of the hotel room, exhausted after the events that had happened tonight.

"(Y/n). (Y/n). (Y/n) wake up." I groaned and I saw from the light of the moon and the streetlamps the Doctor's face.

"Doctor?"

"Shh." He shushed me. I looked over at the clock and said.

"It's 3am."

"You need to come with me to the TARDIS."

"Why? Can't it wait till morning?" I turned away and tried to go back to sleep.

"I'm afraid it can't. It's life threatening conditions, against the boys." At that point I shot up and asked.

"Show me."

We soon arrived at the TARDIS and the Doctor explained.

"While I was examining the body, I notices a familiar substance from the blood analysis. So I ran it through the TARDIS's mainframe and it turns out, it's Zygon."

"Wait you mean the pink fleshy shapeshifters you told me about? I thought you said they were peacefully living among us and were working together to help better benefit the world?"

"Well this didn't come from the specific zygon that I've encounter. This is actually from a sub-species of zygon. And they're not the friendly type." He typed at the computer and on screen there stood the creature that attacked the TARDIS and tried to kill Robert and I. "This sub-species of Zygote were known to us Time Lords as Rusalka Zygon."

"Wait Rusalka, why do I know that term?"

"In some of your human cultures, specifically the Slavic's, they were called sirens."

"Oh my god. So they are alien sirens too?"

"Well you met vampires might as well call for a siren ehh?" he chuckled but I looked at him crossly.

"So what the hell do they want?"

"Unfortunately I know. See this came from the one I just examined." He then pulled up some sort of Nordic writing that was engraved on what appeared to be the Siren's chest.

"And what does that mean? Doctor you know I'm still rusty on Nordic writing."

"It translated to one word as well as a date. QUEEN 1975." Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! No! NO! This can't be happening. Not to them! "And I'm afraid there's even worse news."

"Oh you just keep em rolling don't yah Doc."

"This one was a tracker. And a tracker of the Rusalka Zygons never come, unless there's a scout in place. So that means....."

"The scout is here. And it's probably gotten into the guy's circle ready to commit the extraction." I finished grimly.