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Encounter

*-These characters are not my own, they belong to Julian Fellows, Carnival, etc.

*Story takes place a year after season 3, episode 2.

*-This story was written before Michael Gregson was introduced to the American audience.

Encounter

It was bound to happen eventually. The shopping district in Ripon was small enough; Edith knew that the day would come when she and Anthony would meet. That day was today.

The invitation from Tom had come the day before; he needed to run into Ripon to purchase some things for the house. The house remained in the same state since he and Sybee moved in a year ago, it was time to spruce it up. Mary was occupied, so Edith was happy to join her brother in law for the afternoon; a woman’s touch was exactly what the house needed.

“Good day, Mr. Branson, Lady Edith” they were greeted by the shop keeper. Between them was Sybee, who had recently started to walk. She was determined to go as fast and as far as she could, fighting any attempts by her father or any other adult to keep her out of trouble.

Tom handed the clerk a list of supplies while Edith took it up herself to entertain her young niece.

“What do you think, Sybbie? Should we ask papa if your old Aunt Edith can buy it for you?” Edith held out the small doll.

Sybbie reached for the doll, hugging it tightly.

“Tom” Edith called out, pointing to the doll.

“I’ll pay for it”.

“No” Edith protested “Let me spoil her a little; it’s my pleasure”.

The bell above the door rang to reveal Sir Anthony.

“Sir Anthony, this is a pleasure, what can I do for today?” the shop keeper asked.

“My niece had her first child last week. I would like to send a gift for the child, but I am just clueless as to what to get”.

“I think I know what will do” the shopkeeper directed her clerk to direct Sir Anthony to the appropriate gift.

Tom instantly turned to Edith, knowing that she had not quite gotten over being publicly jilted at the alter. Today was the first time that Edith and Anthony had been with close proximity since their aborted wedding.

“Mr. Branson, Lady Edith” Sir Anthony turned to greet them.

Then Sybbie let out a cry and Edith said a silent thank you.

“Pay me back another time; he doesn’t deserve your time or your tears” Tom whispered to her, taking the doll to the front to include in the final bill. He might be a bit rash every now and then, but he had a good heart.

“Thank you”.

“Papa?” Sybbie asked, realizing the doll was no longer in her grasp.

“Why don’t you take her outside, I will be there in a minute?”.

As she waited for Tom, Edith took a moment to reflect on her life. She was not Lady Strallan, she might never marry or have children of her own. But this was her life and she was determined to make the most of it.

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Birthday

*-The only character that I have created is Reggie Crawley. The rest belong to Julian Fellows, Carnival, etc.

Birthday

The invitations had been sent out three weeks ago. The RSVPS had been returned.

The decorations were being put up and the kitchen was working to make sure that the guests would be properly fed.

Tomorrow was the 10th birthday of Master Reginald Robert Crawley, grandson and heir to the Earl of Grantham.

It was also the 10th anniversary of the passing of his late father, Matthew Crawley.

Despite his young age, Reggie knew that his birthday was also the day that his father died in the car accident.

The adults around him spoke in low tones, trying to not spoil the celebration. His mother, Lady Mary Crawley and his paternal grandmother Isobel Crawley, each a vibrant and outgoing woman in her own right, were unusually quiet.

Mary was consulting with Anna about the finals details for the party when Reggie stood in her doorway.

“Mama, am I the reason that papa died?”.

“I’ll be back, my lady”.

“Come here” Reggie walked into his mother’s arms.

“You are not to blame for your father’s death. It was an accident, nothing else”.

“Why did he have to die?” Reggie asked, his eyes as blue as Matthew’s.

Mary had always known that Reggie was Matthew’s son, but at that moment, it as if Matthew was standing in front of her.

“If I had answer, darling, I would tell you. But I do know that your father is watching over us and I will always treasure our time together”.

“I miss him, mama”.

“We all miss him” Mary began to feel tears dot her eyelashes. It was nearly ten years since Matthew died, but the grief had never fully subsided.

Lifting her son’s face up to hers, she kissed his tears away.

“Papa wouldn’t want you crying, darling. He would want you to enjoy your birthday”.

“I love you, mama” Reggie again folded himself into his mother’s arms.

“And I love you, my darling boy”.

The party was a rousing success. The birthday boy was a gracious and giving host, the children invited thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Later that night, long after the guests had left, the party had been cleaned up and the residents of Downton Abbey had gone to bed, a sliver of moon light passed through windows.

It first stopped in Mary’s bedroom before darting into Reggie’s room.

“I’m here son, I will never leave your or mother, I promise” it then disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

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