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

"I do. In fact I've lived with it for far too long. So yes I get that you're worried for your son's and wife's safety. But the second you walk out and try to find them, the bigger the target they become, all because of you."

You could just feel the tension in the air. The Doctor never really liked talking about his past that much, sometimes it makes me wonder if he just chooses to forget on purpose and then choose to remember. It was then Deacy folded and he said.

"I just don't want anything to happen to them."

"And nothing will John. I'll have someone I know personally look after them and she'll be damn well sure no harm will come to Veronica or Robert again."

"So what do we do till then? I mean can you both defeat these Rusalkas?" asked Brian.

"Well the Doctor never likes dealing things with violence unlike me. And I can only do so much, plus we don't know just who the scout is or what shape they're taking."

"Rusalka scouts are chosen by the Rusalka themselves and sometimes given extra strength to carry out the job, but they aren't full Rusalkas. So at this point it's like picking a poisoned needle in a haystack."

"So that means picking the right scout would be one in 150,000." Brian stated grimly.

"Afraid so."

"So what can we do till then? I mean, if we're pretty much walking targets do we just stay here and do nothing?" Roger said.

"For now yes."

"And what about the concert?" asked Brian. "No one would believe us even if we told them."

"Leave that to (y/n) and I. For now we'll let you guys get what you need and get you three settled here in the TARDIS. (Y/n) will go along with you for protection, while I try to pinpoint Freddie's exact location." The guys nodded and soon the four of us left the TARDIS.

When we arrived at the theater, Brian asked me.

"Just what exactly do you got in mind?"

"Just wait and see." We opened the doors and I came bursting in proclaimed. "OKAY EVERYONE CLEAR OUT OF HERE! CLEAR OUT! This building is under investigation! Everyone clear out!"

"Excuse me, who are you to tell us that?" John Reid, who finally decided to show himself for a change showed up.

"London FD. I was undercover to investigation this facility and it turns out there are high levels of Carbon Monoxide just radiating from this theater. Now then Mr. Reid, less you want all of these people to get even sicker than what you've probably put them through, I suggest you and everyone else clear out so that my superiors can do their job. Oh and I request that all of you don't enter this building for at least three days."

"We weren't notified of this. And our CM detectors are working just fine." He tried to reason. I sighed heavily and pulled out from a Carbon monoxide detector.

"Not according to my detector. Which is actually a newer model and way more advance than the dinosaurs this building has." The mini monitor (which was actually just an old broken, earthquake sensor) started vamping up and making that high pitched noise. "So if you please Mr. Reid. Clear the theater before you have a lawsuit on your hands." I knew he had been beaten because he had that defeated look in his eyes.

"Alright, the lot of you clear out!" soon all quickly filing out in a stampede were the volunteers and workers. They were all clamoring amongst each other, pushing and shoving to try and get out of the theater.

"Whoa. Is that really a uhh—"

"No Roger, it's just an old earthquake sensor I got in 2354 in the undersea city of New, New, New, New, New Orleans."