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

*Author's note*

As I mentioned in the beginning there will be 8 parts to this mini-series so that means only 2 parts are left. And this one is a LOT to stomach so I'm sorry *notsorry* for the next bit of information that's about to indulge your minds but I hope you all enjoy either way. Because the next part........OOOOOOO are you guys gonna love this (esp. since a BIG SPOILER LIES AHEAD IN THIS PART) BUT I'M NOT TELLING!! YOu will just have to read and find out what lies ahead my darlings.

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I couldn't sleep at all that night. I kept thinking just who the siren scout could've been. There's at least millions of people here in London, not to mention hundreds upon hundreds of volunteers, roadies and groupies that work alongside Queen. So anyone could be the siren scout, especially if they're shapeshifters and can act like normal humans.

I was leaning against the balcony as I sighed heavily, the warm stream of fog leaving my mouth as I exhaled out in the snowy cold morning.

"You'll catch your death if you stay out here." I heard Roger say as I felt his arms wrap around my waist and rubbing my arms to keep warm.

"Just—got a lot on my mind right now."

"Like what?"

"Oh nothing you need concern yourself about Roger. Just—futuristic stuff." I didn't want to cause a panic in him. He and the others don't need to deal with this, because I was gonna find that scout and end it's life before it can harm the boys of Queen.

"Are you sure?"

"Mm-hmm." I hummed with a nod and the best fake smile I could muster. He looked at me skeptically before saying.

"Okay time traveler. But c'mon let's head back inside I'm already freezing my nuts out here." We then went back inside and as it was my turn to make the breakfast before rehearsal, I walked in to see Roger reading the paper although that's not what surprised me.

What surprised me was the fact that he was wearing glasses. And not the shade prescriptions, I'm talking about real prescription glasses, round and all. He looked up at me alarmed

"Now (y/n) I swear to you if you tell the guys about this I'll—"

"Don't worry Roger they won't hear it from me. But if you want a girl's honest opinion. I think they make you look really cute." He lowered them and he said.

"Really?" I nodded.

"It just gives you that—domestic, softy side. And any girl you get that can see you like that will consider herself lucky to snagged herself a winner."

"Well when you're trying for a rock and roll image, it doesn't do very well does it. Back in school kids got beat up for wearing glasses like this. I pleaded with my mum to get me contacts but she refused again and again."

"If you want, they do make prescription shades you can get. In fact what I can share with you is that you do get those in a year or two."

"Huh? I never knew they did that." I nodded.

"Yep. And you still wear those shades even in my time. Just....something to think about. But just thought you'd like to hear that I think you look domestic in real glasses."

"Thanks (n/n)." he said with a smile as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. After breakfast we left his room and carefully headed on over to the theater.

Turned out we were the second ones there next to Deacy and a couple of his roadies who were helping him set up his bass.

"Early start Deacy?" Roger called out.