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Time travel rescue pt. 6; 11th Doctor x teen reader ft. Queen

"He knew we had a rehearsal today. And Brian saw him just before he left. Where the fuck is he?!" Roger snapped. I placed a hand to his arm trying to calm him down, but on the inside I was freaking out. A few minutes later Brian came back and he said.

"The concierge said he saw Freddie leave shortly after his smoke break. Ordered a taxi cab and everything."

"You don't think he got into an accident do you?" Deacy asked worriedly.

"If he did, don't you think we would've gotten a call from the ambulance or at least heard something by now?" Brian said. Oh please don't let it be what I think it is.

"I mean they should." At this point I couldn't take it. I quickly raced out of the theater and raced towards the TARDIS.

"Doctor!" I proclaimed as I opened the doors to the TARDIS. He was already at the controls and I said. "Please tell me Freddie's not....."

"I'm running traces of him now, the TARDIS isn't picking him up anywhere on Earth."

"Oh god." I collapsed to my knees. "Once. Just once, why does something bad have to happen? And why them!? What do they want?"

"Unfortunately I don't know. But I think I did manage to find where these Rusalka's are located."

"Where?" I asked as I walked up and stood beside him.

"Beyond the reaches of space and time, a planet of desolation and death. Magna Graecia."

"Magna Graecia." I muttered. It was then the doors to the TARDIS opened and there stood Brian, Roger and Deacy.

"(Y/n) do you have any idea what's going on?" Brian asked me. Now I was in a dilemma. Do I tell the guys they're being hunted by an alien force? Or do I just tell them to not worry and that Freddie would turn up soon (after the Doctor and I get him back that is).

"I—"

"No lies (y/n). No more secrets, if Fred's in any type of trouble we deserve to know. I know this has to do with last night right? Why you up so early this morning?" Roger said as he walked up to me and held my triceps with his hands.

Damn you Roger Taylor you know I can't lie to those big blue eyes of yours! I lowered my head shamefully and said.

"I'm sorry guys. I'm so sorry."

"What are you talking about?" asked Deacy.

"We—might have an idea on what happened to Freddie Mercury, but you four are gonna have to sit down for this." The Doctor explained gravely. It was then the Doctor began to explain to them everything about the Rusalka zygons. I watched the guys' expressions and they grew worried, scared or down right terrified. By the end, Deacy said.

"And I thought we had to just worry about the critics ratting us out as the worst bad in the world."

"Or crazed groupies and fans." Added Brian.

"What exactly do they want with us?" asked Roger.

"That we don't know. I'm sorry boys, but it's not safe for you three to be out in the open."

"What about the others? All those workers? Our families?" I knew Deacy was mostly worried because one Rusalka tried to kill his son, whose to say another one won't try to do the same.

"We understand your concern John but—"

"But nothing Doctor! Have you ever had children before? Do you even know what it's like when you imagine the worst possible scenario, especially when it's already happened before!?" At that statement the Doctor's face became grim and his eyes became piercingly cold.