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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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Relief – Series 3 Christmas Episode Spoiler- Read At Your Own Risk

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

*-The story takes place right after World War II ends.

*-The story contains a huge and heartbreaking spoiler from the Christmas episode. If you have not seen the episode, read at your own risk.

*-WRAF- Womens Unit in the Royal Air Force. I didn’t do a lot of research about the WRAF, if the history isn’t 100% accurate, I apologize.
Relief

The war was coming to an end; the soldiers were finally coming home.

Lady Mary Crawley was not an emotional woman, at least not in her everyday life.

But today was not an ordinary day. Her son and only child, her darling boy, Reggie was coming home.

Matthew had died right after Reggie was born, that day was the hardest of her life. Her grandmother and Isobel died fifteen years ago, within six months of each other. Her mother died two years ago. She loved and missed them, but it was the death of Matthew so soon after their wedding and their son’s birth that nearly broke her.

In time, she began to heal and raised their son the way Matthew would have wanted him to be raised. Reggie had his father’s striking blue eyes and his humor, and his mother’s dark hair and intelligence.

When the war broke out, Mary knew that her son would enlist; it was just a matter of when.

“Will I do?” Reggie asked his mother, stepping into the library in full uniform.

“You will, my dear, very well” he looked so much like Matthew at that moment, it was hard to believe that the baby she once held in her arms was now a grown man.

“I will come back safe and sound, mother, I promise you”.

“I know you will”.

The war years were not easy for any of them, least of all, Mary. When it was announced that the war in Europe was over, Mary could finally smile again.

“Miss Branson, my lady” the maid announced. For a moment, Mary could see Anna; the girl only slightly resembled her.

Anna was more than an employee. Anna was more like a sister and a friend; Mary was as close to Anna as she was to Edith. After Mrs. Hughes and Mr. Carson retired, Anna and Bates took over the positions of housekeeper and butler. But the years wore on and Bates’s health began to decline. It was not easy to let Anna go to take care of her husband, but Mary knew it was the right thing to do.

“Sybee darling, I thought you were working until tomorrow” Sybee had followed in her mother’s footsteps, joining the nursing core of the WRAF. After her honorable discharge, Sybee took a position as a nurse in the local hospital, taking up her mother’s mantle.

“I asked one of the girls to switch with me; I wanted to be there to welcome Reggie home”.

“Mary, what time is train coming in?” Robert was heard at the top of the stairs.

“Papa, you shouldn’t be out of bed. Reggie has promised to come see you as soon as we arrive”. Robert Crawley was not a young man anymore, despite what he kept telling himself. The doctor’s recommendation was that Robert cut back and allow Tom, Mary and Edith to run the estate. But stepping down as master of Downton Abbey was not an easy concept for Robert to swallow.

“Pardon me, my lady, there is a young man to see you”.

“Did he give a name?” Mary asked.

“No my lady, he didn’t”.

Entering the library, the young man waiting for her in the library was not who she expected.

“I’m home, mother”.

“My darling boy, you don’t know how glad I am to see you” Mary hugged her son.

“And I am happy to be home”.

“Reggie, your home, we were all so worried about you” Sybee ran to her cousin, locking her arms around him.

“I’m home now; you don’t have to worry anymore”.

“What the commotion down there?” Robert called out.

“I decided to take an earlier train and surprise you all” Reggie stood at the bottom of the staircase.

“My dear boy, you don’t know how much we all missed you” Reggie ran up the stairs to hug his grandfather.

“Reggie, whatever you want for dinner tonight, we will have”.

After dinner, with the car waiting to take Tom and Sybee home, Sybee whispered into her cousin’s ear “I have to work tomorrow morning, but I have some time in the afternoon. I want you to come with me into the village. There is someone I would like you to meet”.

“Does Reggie know?” Robert turned to his daughter, watched his only grandchildren walk hand in hand. They were only a year apart, raised as if they were brother and sister and not cousins.

While serving in the WRAF, Sybee met a young man and after a year of courtship, he came to Yorkshire to meet her family. Tom reported to father and sister in laws that the young man was intelligent, had a solid career and adored his daughter. In short, he had no objections to this young man. Sybee was not yet engaged, but it looked that she would be engaged soon.

“He will know tomorrow”.

“Will there be anything else, tonight, my lady?” her lady’s maid asked as Mary was prepared for bed.

“Nothing else tonight, thank you”.

Every night during the war, Mary prayed. She prayed to god, her grandparents, to Isobel, her mother and sister and most of all, Matthew. She would pray that they would watch over her son and guide him back to Downton safely.

Today, her prayers were answered and for the first time in years, she could sleep soundly.

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The Baby Of The Family – WARNING SEASON 3 SPOILER- READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

WARNING THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS A HUGE (AND I DO MEAN HUGE) SPOILER FOR SEASON 3. I WILL NOT BE OFFENDED IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THIS FANFICTION UNTIL YOU HAVE WATCHED SEASON 3.

These characters belong to Julian Fellows, Carnival, etc.

 The Baby Of The Family

Sybil Branson was dead. Her last gift to the world was her daughter, who would be named for her mother.

Her husband, Tom and her family watched as her body convulsed uncontrollably. Then she was gone.

They wanted to believe it was simply a bad dream. They would wake up tomorrow and Sybil would be alive and bonding with her new daughter.  

But they were not dreaming. Sybil was dead, her warm smile, her spontaneous laughter, her passion was all a memory.

Her elder sisters, Edith and Mary, who could never resist an opportunity to argue with each other, were silent.

 Even her grandmother, the towering and sharp tongued Dowager Countess was at a loss for words.

In the servant’s quarters, they also remembered Lady Sybil. The elder servants remembered her as a vivacious and inquisitive child, always curious about the world around her. The younger servants remembered her as warm and giving, never cruel or manipulative as some of her class could be.

The next morning, Mary could not contain her tears. She had never been one to cry, even as a child. But today she cried, for the loss of youngest sister, for her niece who would never know her mother.

“Mary, my darling” Matthew held her as she cried.

“I miss her”.

“We all do, but for Tom, we must be strong. He will need all of us in the coming days”.

Mary knew that her husband was right. She would wipe her tears away and remember Sybil as she would have liked to be remembered.

The church was full. Mary and Edith sat next to each other, taking turns holding the baby. Though they didn’t speak, but they were of one mind. Their niece would never feel the loss of her mother; they would make sure that Sybil would be known to her daughter.

Robert and Tom were also of the same mind. They both loved Sybil dearly and they loved her daughter. Whatever disagreements they had, that was the past. It was time to unite, for both Sybil and her daughter.

There was nothing any of them could do now. What was done was done. Their focus was now Tom and baby Sybil, to provide and love and support that Sybil, with her last breath, wanted them to have.

What they didn’t see what the shimmering light in the corner appear and disappear. Sybil was watching over them, waiting for the day when they would join her in the next life.

Fifteen Years Later

“Sybil, dear, don’t run” Without looking up, Cora knew that the quick footsteps on the rug in the library belonged to her eldest granddaughter.

“Cora, let her be”.

“How are you, grandfather?”.

Robert would never admit it publicly, that Sybil was his favorite grandchild. His daughters made him a grandfather five times over. Mary and Matthew had three children and Edith had one, marrying Sir Anthony after he proved himself worthy of her, despite leaving her at the altar less than a year before. But Sybil was his favorite because she was the mirror image of her mother.

“I am well, my dear. Thank you for brightening an old man’s day”.

“Grandfather, you are not that old”.

Before the conversation could continue, another pair of footsteps was heard on the rug. Tom and Matthew entered, allowing the footmen to take their coats.

“Tom, there you are. How was the train?” Cora asked.

“No more than usual”.

“Sybil, your aunt has been anxious to see you. Why don’t you join her for a bit?”.

“Yes, Uncle Matthew” Sybil ran up the stairs with the same exuberant energy in which she entered the library.

“I’m glad both of you are here. Cora and I want to show you something”. Unearthed nearly a year ago was portrait painted many years ago of Mary, Edith and Sybil. It was portrait of three innocent young girls, of a simpler time and place.

No one noticed light that shimmered above them in the afternoon sun. Sybil was still with them, watching and smiling.

The end

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After Dinner

*-These characters belong to Mr. Fellows and Co, with the exception of Edward Reginald Crawley. I am just a humble admirer.

 *-Thank you to Sara for beta reading.

After Dinner

 

They had returned from their honeymoon a week ago. Spending two weeks in Rome was an experience neither would forget.

 Crawley House in London was being prepared as a permanent residence for Mary and Matthew. They were scheduled to leave in one week, but until then, they were living with Isobel in the village.

 Tonight they were at Downton for dinner and despite his best effort, Matthew could not keep his eyes off his wife.

 Mary was trying to eat dinner and listen to her father’s story, but her husband was determined to distract her.

 She let out a yelp as Matthew tickled her ankle with his toe.

 “Is something wrong?” Robert asked.

 “Nothing, please continue”.

 Mary shot her husband a look, warning him to behave.

 After dinner was finally complete, Matthew announced, “If you excuse us, I think we will retire for the rest of the evening”.

 “Should I have the car sent around?” Cora asked.

 “No thank you, Cousin Cora, I don’t think we need the car just yet”

 The sound of their footsteps were heard until the door to Mary’s former bedroom was slammed behind them. Their kiss quickly escalated as she pushed his jacket off and his lips blazed a trail down her bare neck.

 Mary and Matthew were not seen again until the next morning, each wearing a broad smile.

 For the next nine months, Isobel and Violet would debate ferociously about the name of the future Earl of Grantham. The debate ended when Edward Reginald Crawley was born.

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