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

I raced over and was forced to put my phone in my pocket and climb up the stairs almost blind. As I climbed up slowly and carefully, it only got darker and darker till it was just pitch black. Finally after what felt like an eternity of climbing, I finally reached the top. But it turns out that I was actually on the roof.

"Oh shit." I took out my phone and shined it through the long catwalk path that the roof thankfully had. I slowly walked along until finally my light caught sight of a familiar brown boot and bell-bottom jeans. I raised my light higher and there he was. Lying on his back was Deacy. "Deacy!"

I raced over to him and pressed my fingers to his neck and I could still feel a pulse. I sighed with relief but there was something else I noticed. He wasn't really unconscious cause his eyes were still open, in fact he—had this love-like dazed look across his face.

"Deacy. Deacy can you hear me? C'mon snap out of it bud." I tried to shake him, slap his cheek lightly but nothing was working.

Then just like last night, I began to get that feeling again. Like something was watching me. But what also had me feeling on edge was that I could smell some sort of aroma. It was sweet like nectar but—strangely familiar.

It wasn't until I looked up to see literally leaning against the railing of the roof, Veronica. However when my light shined right on her eyes, they transitioned to pure black and her teeth grew into canines.

"Oh f—" she then lunged right at me. I grabbed John's feet and dragged him away but the Veronica double ganger grabbed ahold of Deacy's arms and began pulling. The two of us having a tug of war with the bass player, until the bitch decided to play dirt and literally leap right towards me.

Now you would think I would just go backwards right and we'd just stay on the catwalk, well you're wrong. Cause I thought I could manage to toss the Rusalka that was wearing Veronica's body as it's disguise off the roof, however she had a tight grip on my shoulders that I ended up falling down the roof with her. E might have possibly fallen 10-15 feet from the roof till we both ended up tangled in some old curtains that were fortunately underneath us and bundled up together to stop us from falling further down towards the ground.

The two of us struggling within the curtains with me trying to get out and the Rusalka trying to hunt me down and kill me. Her claws went straight through the curtains like scissors to paper. Her haunting snarls and growls as she tried to pin me down and slaughter me, all while still wearing Veronica's face.

With a final cut of the curtains, they began to rip underneath me and strangely by a string of continuous luck, I saw the catwalk just within my reach. Using the momentum in my free falling, I managed to land on the catwalk with a loud thud. I groaned in pain and tried to pull myself up, but my troubles were hardly over as the Veronica double-ganger landed just by my feet and tried to lunge for a kill strike.

Using my feet and holding her in a choke hold so she couldn't get any closer, I managed to hold her off but she managed to scratch my cheek up real good with a single swipe of her claws.

"(Y/N)!" I gasped and that's when the Rusalka also turned and eyed the left lustfully. For that voice that called out to me was none other than Roger Taylor. Forgetting about me, the Rusalka got off of me and went to jump over the catwalk, but I tackled her and pinned her down.

"ROGER GET OUT OF HERE!" I cried out as I wrapped my arms around the Rusalka's ribs trying to squeeze them as hard as I could and wrap my legs around hers so she couldn't get up. "GET OUT!!! GO NOW!!" But the Rusalka managed to wriggle her way out and give me another scratch across the face sending me backwards allowing her to finally jump right off the catwalk.