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Choice-CONTAINS SERIES 4 SPOILERS-READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

*- These characters, with the exception of Harry Crawley, belong to Julian Fellows and Carnival Productions.

*-Based on what spoilers I know of Edith’s story line for the 4th series.  If you prefer to withhold reading until the series has ended, I understand.

Choice

“Mama, look” Harry proudly showed her the tower of blocks he had constructed.

Edith smiled approvingly on her son.

Within a moment, the tower crumbled to the floor and Harry eagerly began to rebuild.

As much as Edith loved her son, she knew of the realities of his life. It was true that he was the grandson of an earl, but he also a bastard.

While his cousin would one day become the Earl of Grantham and inherit both the land and the family fortune, Harry would have to make due with much less.  Her London flat was far from the glamour and prestige of her childhood home.

It was a simple flat, containing two bedrooms, a kitchen and living room. There were no housemaids to do the cleaning or help them dress, no nanny to take care of Harry while she worked and no Mrs. Patmore to do the cooking. Edith did it all and surprised herself how accustomed she had become to doing it without help.

Not that Edith was without support. Robert and Cora loved their grandson and were willing to support their daughter. But outside of the confines of the Abbey, she knew that they would be confronted with whispers and stares.

“There goes poor Lady Edith” they would whisper “First she is abandoned at the altar and then she finds herself pregnant by her married editor”.

“You don’t have to leave, there is room enough for the both of you” her mother pleaded when Edith announced her decision to leave Downton permanently.

“I know, Mama, but we can’t stay in Yorkshire”.

“There will be a little bit of money, your welcome to come home whenever you want to”.

“Thank, you papa”.

Edith watched her parents become smaller and smaller as the train left Downton. London was the best place for her and Harry.  She could work either from home or at the office; Aunt Rosamund was more than willing to watch Harry if she was needed.

In London, the gossips focused their attention elsewhere. She was simply Edith Crawley, journalist for the Sketch.  The fact that her father was an Earl or that her child was born out of wedlock was unimportant.

But still something was missing and that was Michael. But she knew what she was getting into when they started this relationship.  The only thing that was unexpected was their son.

“Mama sad?” Harry put down his blocks and crawled to his mother, noticing the tears beginning to dot her eyelashes.

“No, darling, mama is not sad”.

“Mama, love”.

“I love you too” it was hard to deny that Harry was Michael’s son. Harry had the same inquisitive brown eyes, the blond curls that flopped in between his eyes.  On Michael it was sexy, on Harry it was adorable.

Edith didn’t know when or if Michael would ever return. But she would carry on as she did before Michael, surviving and living her life as she knew how.

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Missing-Series 4 Spoiler READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

*-These characters belong with love and respect; belong to Julian Fellows, Carnival, etc. I am simply a humble admirer borrowing the characters.

*-The story contains a spoiler based for series 4, episode 1. Read at your own risk.

Missing

It all happened so fast. George’s birth and Matthew’s accident.

There were nearly a 100 bedrooms for Mary to choose from after Matthew died. But she chose to stay in the bedroom that she shared with him during their short marriage, to sleep in the bed where their son, their only child was created.

It took three months of coaxing from Anna and Cora to convince to Mary to allow the sheets to be washed.

Mary’s depression caused her parents to be concerned. She had never been melancholy sort, but loosing Matthew seemed to have broken her.

She might have not left her room, if it wasn’t for Georgie. George Matthew Crawley, Mary and Matthew’s son and heir to his grandfather’s title was the light of her life. Her grandmother kept insisting that Mary hire a nursemaid, but Mary declined. The only person to nurse her son was his mother.

Tonight was a party being thrown in her honor. Robert and Cora hoped that some new faces might bring a smile to their eldest daughter’s face.

When Sybil died, Mary missed her sister and sympathized with her husband. Tom had become part of the family and Sybee was adored by the adults around her. But until Matthew died, she did not understand the magnitude of such a loss, to parent your child without the one person who you loved above all others.

Tom had been her rock in past six months; she didn’t know what she would do without him.

“Are you ready?” Cora gently knocked before stepping into the room while Anna put the finishing touches on Mary’s hair.

“As I will ever be”.

“Will there be anything else, milady” Anna asked.

“No, Anna, that will be all, thank you” with a final curtsy, Anna left the room.

“You look lovely, my darling”.

“I hope so, mama”.

As Mary began to ascend down the stairs, she heard George cry.

“Georgie”.

“Mary, I checked on Georgie and Sybie. They are both sleeping”.

“Mama, please, I will be right down, I promise”.

Entering the nursery, Mary found both her son and niece sleeping peacefully.

“I do the same thing” Tom came up behind her.

“Sybil would be proud of you, Tom, the way you’ve built your life here”.

“I think Matthew would say the same thing about you. He’s fine boy, Mary, you should be very proud of him”.

“I am, every day”.

“Tom, Mary, are you coming?” Now it was Edith’s turn to call out.

“Yes, we’re coming”.

The party was a great success. Mary’s smile started to slowly return that evening. Though she would never truly get over the loss of her husband, she knew that everything would be alright in the end.

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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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