*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.

"Sooner get ready just so that I can spare myself from you-know-who from his bitching." Roger hummed in agreement. As we got up to the stage I asked him.

"How's Veronica and Robert?"

"They seem to be better. I sent her back home just so that she could get away from all this and just be with Robert." He told me.

"Good."

"I—I want to personally thank you (y/n) for saving my son from that—whatever it was. I know it sounds weird but ever since he was born I just.....fell in love with him. And if anything ever happened to him, I'd never forgive myself. So thank you (y/n)." he wrapped his arms around me and embraced me.

Wow a hug from Deacy, never did I think that would happen in a million years. But man he does give pretty warm hugs. Unlike Roger's who gave some warm bear hugs, Deacy's was like being wrapped in a warm blanket. God was Veronica ever lucky to be hugged by this man every day for the past 44 years.

I embraced him back and leaned my head against his shoulder and said to him.

"You're welcome Deacy." It was in that moment Brian came in and he said.

"Am I interrupting something?" Deacy and I separated from each other and Deacy said.

"No. I was just thanking (y/n) for what she did last night in saving my son."

"Well I was only part of the rescue team. Had the Doctor not came when he did I—don't want to think what would've happened." I recalled back when that siren had my knife in it's hand and stood over Robert's crib poised and ready to stab the sleeping baby.

"Any idea when Fred's coming Bri?" asked Roger.

"I passed him on my way over here. Said he was having a smoke break back at the hotel then he was gonna be over here."

"Any particular reason why he didn't come here for his smoke break?" questioned Deacy.

"You know Fred he just does his thing. For now I guess we could just run through some riffs. Would you like to be our private audience (y/n)?"

"Hey I'm your girl." I said. And with that the three Queen's got set up and ready and they ran through some of their songs that didn't really need Freddie.

Almost 2 hours later and Fred still hadn't shown up yet. While the guys were getting a little antsy about Fred's tardiness, I on the other hand was growing concerned. Surely he wouldn't just blow off a performance like this.

"Does it really take 2 hours to smoke a cigarette?!" snapped Rog.

"Veronica giving birth was faster than Fred's tardiness." Deacy proclaimed.

"Okay nothing we needed to hear Deacy. But I agree where the hell is he? If Reid comes by and sees only the three of us, he's gonna have a fit."

"Alright boys let's get this rehearsal under—where's Freddie?" we looked up to see Prenter coming out from the backstage entrance and when he say that Freddie wasn't around he grew annoyed.

"We don't know Prenter." Snapped Roger.

"Well find him. He's the star of the show after all. And if he isn't found in five minutes, I'll see to it that Reid finds out about this personally!" his slimy Irish tongue rolled through his yellow teeth. He then gave me a nasty glare before turning back and going backstage.

"I'll see if I can't call the hotel. Maybe he went back into his room for whatever reason. Probably to try on other outfits for the show." Brian said as he got up from the AMP he was sitting on and walked towards the back entrance where he knew some payphones were kept.

"He knew we had a rehearsal today. And Brian saw him just before he left. Where the fuck is he?!" Roger snapped. I placed a hand to his arm trying to calm him down, but on the inside I was freaking out. A few minutes later Brian came back and he said.

"The concierge said he saw Freddie leave shortly after his smoke break. Ordered a taxi cab and everything."

"You don't think he got into an accident do you?" Deacy asked worriedly.

"If he did, don't you think we would've gotten a call from the ambulance or at least heard something by now?" Brian said. Oh please don't let it be what I think it is.

"I mean they should." At this point I couldn't take it. I quickly raced out of the theater and raced towards the TARDIS.

"Doctor!" I proclaimed as I opened the doors to the TARDIS. He was already at the controls and I said. "Please tell me Freddie's not....."

"I'm running traces of him now, the TARDIS isn't picking him up anywhere on Earth."

"Oh god." I collapsed to my knees. "Once. Just once, why does something bad have to happen? And why them!? What do they want?"

"Unfortunately I don't know. But I think I did manage to find where these Rusalka's are located."

"Where?" I asked as I walked up and stood beside him.

"Beyond the reaches of space and time, a planet of desolation and death. Magna Graecia."

"Magna Graecia." I muttered. It was then the doors to the TARDIS opened and there stood Brian, Roger and Deacy.

"(Y/n) do you have any idea what's going on?" Brian asked me. Now I was in a dilemma. Do I tell the guys they're being hunted by an alien force? Or do I just tell them to not worry and that Freddie would turn up soon (after the Doctor and I get him back that is).

"I—"

"No lies (y/n). No more secrets, if Fred's in any type of trouble we deserve to know. I know this has to do with last night right? Why you up so early this morning?" Roger said as he walked up to me and held my triceps with his hands.

Damn you Roger Taylor you know I can't lie to those big blue eyes of yours! I lowered my head shamefully and said.

"I'm sorry guys. I'm so sorry."

"What are you talking about?" asked Deacy.

"We—might have an idea on what happened to Freddie Mercury, but you four are gonna have to sit down for this." The Doctor explained gravely. It was then the Doctor began to explain to them everything about the Rusalka zygons. I watched the guys' expressions and they grew worried, scared or down right terrified. By the end, Deacy said.

"And I thought we had to just worry about the critics ratting us out as the worst bad in the world."

"Or crazed groupies and fans." Added Brian.

"What exactly do they want with us?" asked Roger.

"That we don't know. I'm sorry boys, but it's not safe for you three to be out in the open."

"What about the others? All those workers? Our families?" I knew Deacy was mostly worried because one Rusalka tried to kill his son, whose to say another one won't try to do the same.

"We understand your concern John but—"

"But nothing Doctor! Have you ever had children before? Do you even know what it's like when you imagine the worst possible scenario, especially when it's already happened before!?" At that statement the Doctor's face became grim and his eyes became piercingly cold.

"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."

"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.

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.

No I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Why did Roger have to be so stubborn, why couldn't he and Brian have just left and gone to the TARDIS like I told them to. I pulled myself up and looked down only to see the Rusalka pacing around sniffing the air, there was no sign of Roger or Brian anywhere. Then why did it sound like he was close, unless—suddenly the Rusalka jumped right back up towards the catwalk and with Veronica's appearance she appeared to be a crazed, rabid animal.

The leopard-tiger like roars emitting definitely sent a sense of fear within my body. I looked behind me and I saw a genie lift, I crawled towards it before finally finding my footing and rushed over and got onto the genie and quickly pressed the down button as well as ranked up the speed as high as it could go just so I could avoid getting attacked again.

The Veronica look alike soon jumped after me but suddenly a weight bag hit her gut sending her upwards and as soon as she reached the top and I hit the bottom, she was now tangled up in the ropes and pulleys.

"What were you doing napping?" Roger teased as he opened the gate and helped me stand up.

"How did....."

"I was actually up in the technicians wing and spoke into the speaker microphone."

"Then what was the weight bag and the....."

"Galileo's theory of gravity and weight. By tying that 30lbs weight back it had a greater acceleration than a lighter bag would. So I tied one end of the rope with the weight bag that was right by this genie and cut the last strand of rope just as the Rusalka would leap after you." Brian explained as he and Roger helped me stand up.

"Did you find him?"

"He's on the roof. We can get to him now that bitch face is tied up. Come on I need your help." We raced to the back room. Just as I turned down the path, I was suddenly blindsided and all I saw was black.

And the faint voices of Brian and Roger calling out for me before nothing but silence rang out.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)! C'mon my tigress come on." When I opened my eyes, there hovering over me was the Doctor.

"Doctor? Wha....what happened?"

"I came in to find you passed out along the corridor."

"Where's Roger and Brian? Did they get Deacy?" he looked at me sadly and didn't respond. I sat up and I demanded. "Doctor? How long was I out?" he didn't respond right away I began to grow worried.

"You guys have been gone for an hour. And—I'm sorry (y/n) but they're gone." What?

"No. No. No! No! No! NOOOO!!!!" I sobbed as I thrashed around. Why didn't I pay more attention? How could I be so stupid you damn stupid bitch! Now because of you, they're dead. The greatest band in all of Rock history is dead because you were careless you damn bitch!

I felt the Doctor wrap his arms around me trying to get me to stop thrashing. Pointless words of comfort and strokes of my hair meant nothing, all I could hear was my heart breaking and the last thing I heard of Queen were the sounds of them crying out my name.

After a while I just went numb and that's when the Doctor said.

"It wasn't your fault (y/n)."

"It's always my fault. Everywhere I go I bring danger along with me. Some friends of mine from the gang, my nana, my parents, and now Queen. Why am I so destructive?" I numbly said.

"(Y/n)......"

"Don't even try it Doctor." I told him. "You've known all along. I'm reckless, as you've always said. And by being reckless I would be careless. And that's exactly what's happened." He sighed heavily and said.

"Well then this might help you. I've found out where Freddie was taken, and just who the scout was." I quickly looked up at him and demanded as I gripped the sides of his jacket.

"Who was it!?"

"I ran some DNA strands of hair I found in one of the volunteers dressing rooms and it came back positive with some Rusalka zygon DNA. But you're not gonna like who it is."

"Don't sugarcoat it Doctor!"

"The DNA belonged to Paul Prenter." At that point I saw nothing but red. I stormed out of the theater and out into the cold London weather and as the Doctor trailed behind me calling out my name warningly.

"Where did he take them?"

"(Y/n) you're not thinking straight—"

"WHERE DI HE TAKE THEM!?" I roared as I turned to face the Doctor. He looked at me worriedly and he said.

"I need to know you're not going to do something stupid. If you really want to save those boys, you've got to think clearly and have a plan."

"I've got a plan. Attack and skin Prenter alive. Now tell me where he took them." The Doctor was silent before he finally said.

"Their home planet."

"Manga Graecia." I muttered lowly with a slight nod of my head. I turned back around and raced off towards the TARDIS.

"No! (Y/n) wait remember what I said!"

"The more time we waste here, the more time they have to be tortured and killed by those psychotic bitches! And I for one am not going to lie down while those boys endure that!"

"I get that you want to save them, but what good will it do if you just go in as you normally do knives or guns ablazing! This is why I don't choose violence! Because I can't stand by and watch as you get yourself killed!" I reached out and touched the doors and paused there for a moment taking in what the Doctor had just said.

I lowered my head and I said.

"Then what do you suggest then?"

"We can come up with a plan together, and we'll save them together. You've done so much on your own already, and you bear the weight of your failures so much. Time for someone to finally help you. You're not the only one who loves those boys (y/n)." he placed his hands on my shoulders and gently rubbed them.

"Okay." I sighed.

"That's my girl." He then got in front of me and entered the TARDIS first. "Right now channeling the coordinates to Magna Graecia we can move right on as soon as we formulate a plan." As the Doctor proceeded to ramble on, I silently picked up a 5/8th's wrench and with the right amount of force to not kill him, I knocked him out over the head.

"I'm sorry Doctor, but I can't wait another second." I dropped the wrench and proceeded to drag him out of the TARDIS. I set him down on a nearby bench and went back to the TARDIS. I activated her up and pressed the enter button for the coordinates to be punched in and I pulled the lever and soon she began to breathe that famed wheezing sound. "Hang on guys, I'm on my way."