Sorry, didn't have the chance to edit this chapter. Ao3 will have author notes and what not. THANKS FOR READING!
There was this eerie noise he heard when he was in his car, being transported to work. He knew there were shots being fired, he knew this was a set up. Somehow it was. There was a reason why his route varied each day, there had always been one to many attempts on his life. That came with the job but now reality was, well a fight for his life. He looked back at his loyal soldier, Erich was also in a fight of his life in a different way he, he would have to leave him.
He barely thinks before he fires off his shots. This was a fight for his life after all. So when the shots had seize and the blood felt like it was pouring down his face he saw the girl.
The girl was frightened, it was only for a brief second. It was why he didn't instinctively fire at her. Or so he would like to think. She was to out of place to be a part of this.
He doesn't know why, 'ma'am' escaped his lips. Not at the moment, he realizes the second after it left him and it frightens him enough to lower his weapon. She was never a girl, she was always a Queen. At least to him... was that right?
Why is he remembering this? This was a girl in the middle of the road at the end of a firefight. It didn't matter if she was a part of this, she was still a witness. He wanted to raise the gun again, it was shaking. He was telling himself to raise it, but he wouldn't.
But how could he have it raised against her?
She was different, he had to take her in. He needed to remember her, he needed to remember. She was almost the same but her eyes…
… they weren't a piercing blue. They weren't full of fire.
Then the question came down to, was it Her. If the eyes didn't match then it couldn't be her. That would be the setting fact for him, but he couldn't get the gun to raise.
He just couldn't.
… If there was any chance…
She distracted him from noticing A man came up to her side… Well the man was new, in a sense. Did he come with the new eyes?
Okay even he knew questioning that wasn't him.
These were not his memories, that was not his life. He was not A lord in Victorian England. When he said ma'am would tell him otherwise. There was no possibility he was a Prime Minister in a disorganized governmental system. And then, he would never accept a nickname from an unprepared Queen, there could never be a chance that he fell-
He, himself, Smith raised the Gun. It was instinct, he didn't know the man. He needed to protect her, no matter what he was telling himself. So the gun was pointed at the man who had her shoulder.
"No! Don't, please don't."
He listened, he didn't think he had a chose… did he?
So the weapon was lowered, against his better judgment, he lowered the damn thing. And the man ran with her, who was named Clara. He stood there, he was confused on so many aspects and he felt like he was watching himself perform everything that happened. It felt like he was being strangled, that there was a weight on him, and all he could do was watch… but who was watching?
When the local enforcement showed he pointed them back to where he was, sadly forgetting Erich and continued walking in a daze.
He saw the obscurity that he ignored originally when Vi- no, Clara arrived. It was a familiar color, something was rather odd, new, old, the same, about what stood in front of him.
The big blue box stood tall and as soon as his hand grazed the wooden extremity, it was gone. The noise went with it and he knew so did Queen Victoria...