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

"And just what type of paper ID is that, I thought it was blank." Brian said. I grinned and said.

"Gallifrey paper. The Doctor uses them all the time as ID's and he had a spare one lying around so he gave it to me. I say what I want to be, and the paper shows the person I'm talking to an official license and registration. Legalized and everything." I showed them my ID and said. "Chief detective (Y/n) (l/n) London PD." And it was then I saw their eyes widen in awe as the license changed from what I had said earlier to a CD badge.

"Wow (y/n), you truly are full of surprises." Roger said with a smile.

"The Doctor says it's one of my best qualities. Okay now, I'm giving you guys one minute. Do you hear me one. Minute to grab only what you need and then meet me back here. I'll stand guard of the back entrance to your dressing rooms, and if anyone tries to sneak back in. Then I think we may have our scout." I said as we walked backstage and stood by the back entrance.

"You sure you can handle it?" Roger asked concerned.

"I'll be fine Roger. I haven't died yet, takes more than that to take down the Tigress. Now go, cause your one minute starts now." The boys then raced down the gray corridors and I stood guard and timed my stopwatch.

*3rd Person POV*

Brian, Deacy and Roger arrived at their dressing room and they each grabbed something of importance to them. Roger grabbed the keys to his car, his drumsticks, and his fur coat. Brian grabbed his red special, a couple of books and a picture of his parents and of his girlfriend Chrissie. John grabbed only a picture of Veronica and Robert.

"Really Bri the red special?" Roger asked.

"I don't know if those Rusalkas can track down scents, I don't want my mum and dad getting involved. And what about you with those car keys of yours, you know we didn't drive here."

"Hey! I don't want anyone swiping my keys alright? I worked too hard for my Alfa Romero." Roger snapped.

"Okay, okay you two stop bickering like children and let's get going. Our minute is almost up." Deacy butted in. With no other words, they all raced down the hallways but Deacy stopped because he thought he heard someone call his name.

"John? John~."

"Veronica?"

*My POV*

Seven, six, five, four, three, two. Oh thank god there they are and to think I.....wait where's Deacy?

"Did we make it?" panted out Brian.

"Where's Deacy?" I asked urgently ignoring his question. Roger and Brian looked behind them and saw that John was in fact missing.

"He was behind us a second ago." Brian said.

"He even told us to hurry and get back here." Roger added.

"Oh fuck." I hissed I then ran off but I told the guys to get back to the TARDIS.

"But (y/n)......"

"NO BUTS ROGER TAYLOR! NOW GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE TARDIS NOW OR ELSE!!!" I snarled at him as I briefly turned back and stared at him with my intimidating gaze that once sent shivers up even grown gang member's spine.

Hearing my voice sounding so threatening definitely took him by surprise as his eyes widened and he just stared at me fearfully while I turned back around and raced down the corridor.

I came to their dressing room and I saw there on the floor the Deacon family picture that John kept in his wallet.

"No Deacy." I took the picture and placed it in my pocket and raced down the hallway jointed to the dressing room. "Deacy! Deacy where are you!? John Deacon you better respond back to me!" As it got darker and darker I had no choice but to take my phone out and turn on the flashlight. Soon right in front of my just a few feet away was a ladder probably leading up to the catwalk.