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Time travel rescue pt. 2; 11th Doctor x teen reader ft. Queen

*Author's note*

And here we are with the next part. Not really any serious warnings here just some good old Queen fluff. Now I would like to point that any facts I state in the following facts, I'm getting them from tumblr research based off interviews. I hope you all enjoy the special bond from the soulmates of Queen Roger and Freddie, I knew I had to have a scene with the two of them together to show just how close their bond was tehe :) Anyways I hope you all enjoy this fic :)

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The next morning I woke up and found myself in a hotel room of sorts. At first I didn't know what happened, it was all such a rush last night I—I had this dream that I had gone back to 1975 and actually met my favorite band, and that Roger actually allowed me to sleep in his room.

"Morning (y/n)." I heard that familiar soft voice call out from the kitchen. Oh god it wasn't a dream. I am actually in 1975 and I really did—or well currently meeting the band and Roger did give me his room for the night. I looked up and said.

"Morning Roger."

"How'd you sleep last night? The clothes work okay for you?" he asked.

"Yeah they—they worked out fine."

"You hungry? I'm making eggs and cutting up some bread and bacon, I hope that's alright."

"That's fine. I'm—actually quite hungry."

"Well come on over to the kitchen and I'll put an extra plate." I got out of the bed and followed him to the kitchen. I sat down at the kitchen island bar and he said again, "I don't know how you like your eggs, so I made them scrambled which is what I prefer. I hope you don't mind."

"Well then you're lucky that scrambled eggs is my favorite. Besides sunny side up makes me yack."

"I know right, why do people claim that's the best way to make eggs?" he exclaimed. Wow so Roger Taylor and I have the same view on how eggs should be prepared, that's amazing. He handed me my plate and he asked. "Shall I prepare a cuppa?"

"I wouldn't mind a cuppa."

"Coming right up." He then prepared me my drink while he had some coffee. As the two of us sat down around the island and ate he asked me. "How are the wounds?"

"Doesn't hurt as much as it did last night. You and your friends really know how to be doctors."

"Well even though Brian and I would've been different doctors, I don't think we did too bad. But I will need to change out the bandages and put some more antiseptic cream on it. Just to be on the safe side."

"Whatever you think is best Roger."

After breakfast, he put away the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen and that's when he grabbed the first aid kit under the sink and guided me over to the couch.

"Alright, let's see how this looks." He then took a pair of scissors and slightly snipped an area of the bandage before slowly unwrapping it allowing my arm to breathe. Once the bandages were off, I could see the gnarly scars that I now bore on my arm. Long and thin but thankfully not so deep that I need stitches. "Well it seems to be closing up quite nicely. With how bad they were yesterday, I was beginning to think they wouldn't. At least not in this speed."

"Guess I just got enhanced healing powers or something." I joked. He smiled and rubbed some more cream on my scars before taking another roll of bandages and wrapping it around my arm. Just as he was about to finish, the door suddenly opened and there stood Freddie all dolled up and ready to head out.