David Tennant & Matt Smith Imagines

Soldier (M.S) Part 1

Y/L/N - your last name.

Y/N's POV

"You know this one! Sing along!" I pant into my mic out of breath after preforming my newest and most recent single. As a singer my most favourite part of my job is the award shows, and being appreciated all night long, for everything I've achieved all year.

As the beat starts to kick in, the crowd goes wild, I hum along awaiting my moment, just as I open my mouth ready to belt out the deep and meaningful lyrics, the sound is cut off. Confused my eyes pop open as I embrace my surroundings. The crowd full of my famous friends and millions of fans are just as confused.

Marching down the hall are men in suits, folders and guns in hand. "Ms Y/L/N?" The captain calls my name as he walks up the steps and onto the stage. Instantly, I start to feel nauseous and can't help the stinging of my eyes as I pray he hasn't come to deliver the news I'm most scared of.

"I'm really sorry to inform you, but due to some unfortunate circumstances..." I involuntarily suck in a deep breath of air as I completely block him out. "He's fine." I flick him off as I wipe a few stray tears away. The entire audience watching us. The man shakes his head, and in terror I take a few steps back.

"Hey." Two strong arms wrap around me as I struggle to stand straight. "What's going on?" He asks but the Captain ignores him. "She's my wife. We have a son. He's a soldier, British army, Michael Smith, is he in trouble?" Matt asks worry covering his face as he holds me.

"JUST TELL US!" He shouts after a deadly minute of unanswered questions passes. The captain drops his head down low in sorrow and guilt, muttering as he speaks.

"I'm so sorry Mrs Smith, Michael perished in battle yesterday." The captain speaks.

Suddenly the world starts to feel so much smaller, the silence in the venue deafening. Cameras still recording live on tv, the whole world watching.

Struggling I try to walk the furthest I can away from the stage. Just at the end, approaching the door labelled backstage, right as my hand hits the handle I can't help but rip my necklace off. Sinking to the ground, a scream leaving my mouth.

The soldiers follow, Matt's with them. Leaning down next to me on the ground he rubs a hand over his face, trying and failing not to cry. I lean my face onto the cold hard ground, laying down, sobbing uncontrollably, as Matt holds me. We got divorced when Michael was a child, we just fell out of love. It wasn't going to work we both knew, he was an actor, I'm a singer, we were polar opposites as well.

The only thing Michael ever wanted was two parents to live under the same roof and share his time equally with.

"This is your fault!" I shout out loud. I want to blame Matt, but I can't. My strangled sobs along with Matts silent cries fill up the entire arena. Everyone watching silently unaware as to what to do next.

"Where's Michael's body?" Matt asks the Captain and he suddenly turns uncomfortable.

"Sir, Smith was returned to us tortured, we only have his...his head." He speaks and I'm first to run out of the room. Seconds later Matt follows after me, I puke into the closest bin, the thoughts running through my head unimaginable.

"Sir, Madam, I'm really sorry to do this to you, I can understand it will be hard, but we need you to I.D Michael for us." He speaks and I turn to Matt. I watch as his hands tremble whilst tightly gripping onto the folder. I turn away scared to look as he turns the page over. Within a blink of an eye he's dropped the folder and starts to puke up; this only causes me to cry more.

"You'll never understand." Is all Matt says and with that he grabs ahold of my arm, ignoring the presence of his current girlfriend, and all of our friends sympathetic glances, As he drags himself and me out of the venue. The entire time I'm crying and unable to look or focus on anything but the back of Matts shoes.

A/N

I keep on seeing something similar to this as a dream. So I thought I might as well write it up.

~xx