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A/N: Hi, have to put this here- so this is part one? of my timeskip from 1919-1921, I accidentally fucked up my timeline, but whoopsie, too late lets just roll with it :D also, I hope the fluffiness makes up for everything else...its a sad chapter 👀👀 please comment it would mean a lot!

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Viola woke to a blinding pain in her lower stomach. Jerking up with a hiss between clenched teeth. Glancing to her side, she saw her husband slumbering peacefully, his shoulder long since healed and scarred over from the gun shot. It scared her that day, seeing him shot and bleeding, but she had to trust Tommy, just as he trusted her.

“Beloved!” she groaned painfully and his eyes snapped awake immediately, alert and looking for danger, he hadn’t slept easily since she got closer to her due date.

“Stailc tintreach?!” he questioned lunging to cradle her “what is it? What hurts?”

“Ah, aghhh” Viola moaned loudly, feeling wetness trickle down her thighs “fuck, it’s time”

“Time? You sure? Stoyle said you werent due for another…” he trailed off at her vicious glare “I’ll fetch the Doctor”

“You do that” Viola snarled, feeling mollified when he pressed a fleeting kiss to the crown of her head before he burst out into the landing, shouting loudly enough to wake the dead.

Viola’s world narrowed down to the pain of childbirth, only feeling relief when Tommy returned to her with Dr Stoyle and Florence in tow, there was another racket and after a while Sybil came bursting in.

“Vi! Oh Viola!” she breathed out hurrying to her side and grasping her hand as Tommy gently wiped away the sweat on her brow

“Sy-Sybil” Viola panted, offering her sister a weak smile

“Oh it’s wonderful, isn’t it?” Sybil cooed at her “Your going to be a mother again!”

“I’ll consider it wonderful when I have our child in my arms” Viola hissed out as another contraction hit, squeezing Tommy’s hand tightly but he didn’t complain despite how his lips tightened in pain. Viola glanced up again as Polly came bursting in along with Ada and Esme.

“Oh it’s a fucking family reunion now isn’t eh Stailc tintreach?” Tommy joked as he tried to distract her from the pain

“Ngh, where…Rian? And Mama, Papa…” Viola gasped out, giving into the urge and pushing at Florence’s instruction

“Lily and Barrow are settling Rian and word has been sent to our parents, Arthur and John are raiding your liquor cabinets, Finn is bugging Barrow, everything's fine” Sybil told her reassuringly

“Cheeky bastards” Viola grunted as she pushed harder, whimpering as the contraction ended. Tommy was quick to brush her hair back, whispering praises and words full of love.

Her world shrank down to instructions and pain and agonising labour that left her exhausted and the world spinning around her.

In the early hours of a crisp, autumnal day, Viola finally pushed her child from her body, collapsing in exhaustion back into the pillows Tommy had piled up for her. For a brief moment, there was nothing and then a cry pierced the air and a bright smile broke out on her exhausted face.

“A girl!” Sybil cried out hands clasped underneath her chin in excitement as Tommy cut the cord and accepted his daughter into his arms, cooing down at her with a soft look, brimming with love at his beautiful, perfect little girl.

“Oh, she’s beautiful” Polly cooed as Tommy came and sat beside Stailc tintreach on the bed, handing over their little girl to his wife.

“Stailc tintreach, she’s absoloutley perfect” Tommy whispered to her, eyes filled with pride and tears as they ignored the outside world, lost in their little bubble of being parents, basking in their love.

“Of course she is” Viola murmured gently playing with her daughters tiny fingers, heart bursting with love “She’s ours”

“She’s yours” Tommy teased gently, playing with his daughter's tiny fingers “She’s your miniature”

Viola offered her husband a smug smirk “I know”

“So, do you like what we picked out?” Tommy murmured and Viola nodded, enraptured by the little faces she was pulling.

“I think it suits her perfectly” Viola hummed, allowing Tommy to help her up

“Especially as she looks just like you” Tommy agreed, glancing over at his impatient Aunt and sisters.

“Well then?!” Ada demanded to know, Tommy ignored her for the moment, heading for the door and calling out for John and Arthur, gesturing at Barrow, who was waiting at the door and holding a sleepy Rian.

Once everyone was clustered into the bedroom, after Viola had changed. She sat on the bed, cradling their sleeping daughter. The room was filled with anticipation, they were already bursting with love for her daughter and Viola couldn’t feel more grateful for the family before her.

“Everyone” Viola smiled, tired but radiant with a glow of contentment and motherly love “I would like to introduce you to Alice Viola Shelby. Our daughter”

Tommy laughed at the hushed cheers, cuddling his wife close, staring down at Alice, her lips pouting as she breathed, holding Rian in his arms and felt peace fill him.

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“Ba-ba” Rian cooed before glancing up at his mama, fingers pointed at his little sister as he leaned over, securely held by his Papa.

“That's right, little king!” Viola praised “your little sister, can you say AL-iss? Can you say it?”

“Sssss” Rian tried voice slurring, causing Viola to laugh gently. Tommy’s chest rumbled with a chuckle as he gently smiled in encouragement.

“Not quite lad” He said, and his son pouted adorably, feet stomping against the mattress

“Ngh, Paaa” he glared in an attempt to seem intimidating, doing nothing but look adorable

“Well done, son” Tommy grinned “I’m Papa, and that’s Mama and that's your sister Alice, you’ll look after her, aye?”

“AYE!” Rian shrieked, causing them to wince, glancing over at Alice who was still ignoring them, slumbering away peacefully. Rian had already moved on, making grabby hands at his Mama “Mamamamamamama”

“I think he has a favourite” Tommy snickered in amusement, not offended by his sons preference.

“So does she” Viola murmured as Alice’s opened ice blue eyes-his eyes- and they lit up with curiosity as Tommy reached for his little girl.

“Hello little wanderer” he cooed gently, cradling his joy close to his chest as Rian peered at his little sister “Aren’t you a curious girl, eh? Curiouser and curiouser, eh? Have you changed a few times since this morning?”

Viola snorted in amusement as she cuddled her little boy close to her chest, carding her fingers through his mussy brown locks “Are you ever going to stop quoting Alice in Wonderland to her?”

Tommy shook his head with a mischievous grin, gently playing with her tiny fingers, feeling that familiar shock of how small she was, just like Rian had been “Nah, she’s my little wanderer, from this world to the next, maybe a stop in Tír na nÓg? Because you would deserve eternal health and happiness, my wanderer, but I’ll miss you so…mmm best to bring Tír na nÓg to you, aye?”

“Sssy pweaty” Rian slurred out with a firm nod, well, he could have meant potato but Tommy decided to believe he was calling his sister pretty, although she was slightly potato-looking

“Prettiest potato in the field” Viola giggled, seeing the thoughts on his face and he chuckled, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“That she is, but she’ll be my little wanderer” Tommy hummed thoughtfully “she’s got traveller feet”

“Thankfully, those feet won’t be touching the ground for a little while yet” Viola sighed as Rian had lost interest and was currently attempting to squirm away to cause mischief “I think it’s time we start our day”

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“Mama!” Rian shouted excitedly, pointing towards the house ahead of them, “g’anpa!”

“Yes my little King” Viola crooned, staring lovingly at her little boy “That’s where grandpa and grandmama and Auntie Mary and Auntie Edith and Cousin Matthew and Great-Grandmama live!”

Rian stared blankly at his Mama, mouth trying to move to sound out the words.

“Think that might be a bit for her Stailc tintreach” Tommy said in amusement, keeping their son carefully balanced on his feet.

“Sy!” Rian squealed in excitement, making grabby hands at his auntie who took him from her brother-in-law, bouncing him as Arthur cooed along with her.

“He’s a right firecracker, aye?” Arthur said, grinning as he tweaked Rian's nose and cackling when he tried to bite him

“He’s lovely” Sybil crooned “I can’t wait for our own”

Tommy grinned over at Arthur “You sure you want one that might have his ugly mug?”

Arthur glared, “fuck off”

“I happen to think he’s gorgeous” Sybil said haughtily “Furthermore, they’ll be half me and I’m your wife’s twin”

Admitting defeat, Tommy nodded and turned back to cooing over his baby girl, she was babbling happily, little fists swinging in the air.

As they pulled up to the doorway of Downton, Viola watched as Mmama rushed out, vibrating in place as Barrow helped them out of the car, Osiris and the others handling the luggage and chatting logistics with the staff of Downton.

“Viola! Darling!” Mama came rushing out of Downton and Viola laughed happily, carefully accepting the hug so Alice wouldn’t be jostled

“Oh look at you, look at your boy and oh! Is this her?! My grandbabies! Sybil, when are you going to bless us with grandchildren?” Mama scolded Sybil, glancing at her out the corner of her eye, before turning her attention back to her granddaughter

“Well, I can see who's the current favourite” Sybil huffed at Arthur in amusement

“If it’s grandchildren she wants” Arthur replied with a playful glint in his eyes “we can give her a thousand”

“Only if you birth 989 of them” Sybil bantered back, and he laughed uproariously.

“Yes, Mama” Viola said happy to show off her daughter at any opportunity “This is Alice”

“What an angel” Mama cooed lovingly, brushing her thumb over Alice’s rosy cheek “Come now, let's head inside, it’s too cold to be outside”

Looking nostalgically at Downton, Viola headed into the manor, she was happy to be returning to her childhood home, to spend time with her family and have Rian and Alice playing in the same corridors she once did, but there was a tinge of bittersweetness mixed in because this was no longer home. Their house in Birmingham was home, Watery Lane was home, even Arrow house was more of a home than here.

She smiled brightly at the decorations covering the entry hall. A massive tree was placed right next to the staircase, covered in tinsel, lights and baubles, she watched as Edith placed a wooden nutcracker on a branch.

“Grand ain’t it?” Arthur said, staring up at the tree before trailing his eyes over “fucking glad it won’t be me”

“I know” Sybil agreed in a whisper “They get stuck with the paperwork and we get to enjoy all the fun parts”

“I love you so much” Arthur replied lovingly, squeezing her hand and Tommy pushed past them rolling his eyes as he murmured to his son, who giggled.

“What do you think, Mary?” Edith called down to her sister from her place on the ladder after adjusting one of the baubles.

“Perfect.” Mary replied as she turned around and beamed at her sisters “Viola, Sybil! Gypsy boy and his brother, how are you? Merry christmas!”

“Merry Christmas Mary” Viola hugged her sister, her hands free after Alice had been stolen away by Papa.

“Merry Christmas Mary” Tommy greeted, glancing up at Edith “And you, Edith”

“Thomas” Edith replied her smile becoming stilted “Merry Christmas, I didn’t know you were going to be…visiting…”

“Their family, why wouldn’t they be here?” Mary asked as she offered her hands to Rian “Would you like to come to Auntie Mary? Yes you would!”

Tommy smirked and handed her his son, feeling smug at the love that surrounded his children “I mostly dragged Arthur to annoy Robert”

Mary laughed brightly, glancing over to see Papa had a pinched look on his face as Arthur rambled at him, hand clasped tightly with Sybil, who was chatting with Mama

As she gently pulled Rian’s grabby hands away from her hair, she teased her brother-in-law “and he makes you look so much better”

Tommy shrugged unapologetically as he pulled his wife close, “I can work on multiple levels”

“Isn’t he clever?” Viola praised with loving eyes, enjoying how his chest puffed out at her praise

“Daisy! Get downstairs with those now!” Mrs hughes scolded Daisy as she walked by with her cleaning supplies

“I say!” Carson exclaimed, finally realising they had more guests as he looked around, he’d been just so busy todya

“Hello everyone” Viola beamed, leaning into her husband's side, enjoying the scare that she gave Carson.

“Oh Lady Viola, Lady Sybil if we’d known you were arriving earlier we would have prepared a grander welcome” Carson blustered

“Are we not welcome in the home of my birth, like before?” Sybil teased gently and Carsin immediately fell over himself to reassure her that, of course, she was welcome as always, that it was her home, and Downton would never turn away the abbey’s ladies.

Papa thankfully intervened and suggested that they pass out presents to the staff, a way to show gratitude to them for all their hard work. It had been a tradition all her life and happily carried over to her own staff.

“Anna, this is for you.” Mama said as she handed over a large present along with a smaller one to her, Mary smiling from beside her.

“The usual cloth for a frock,” Mary told her “I'm afraid. But I hope you like the other thing.”

“I'm sure I will, m'lady. Thank you.” Anna smiled thinly, her eyes watery as she tried to put on a brave face.

“We all prayed for him in church this morning,” Mama reassured her with a soft smile and Anna moved on to greet Papa.

“Happy Christmas, Anna.” Papa greeted her gently, hosting his grandson up his arms to make sure he’s comfortable, after losing his own son, this felt like a second chance. He loved his daughters more than anything but he had always longed for a boy of his own, and he had that chance with his grandson. Though he slightly lamented the fact that Viola hadn’t had him earlier, then he could have passed the earldom straight to his firstborn grandson. Ignoring how opposed he used to be to their union.

“I can't wait for you to open this,” Mama whispered to Mrs Patmoore in excitement as she came up for her gift.

“Thank you, Your Ladyship,” she replied before exchanging merry Christmas with the rest of the upstairs and returning to her place.

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Barrow stood next to the servants but slightly aside. He was no longer a part of Downton, no longer a part of the staff of Grantham house; and he could not be happier for it.

He was the head butler of the Shelby family and served the future Marquess, technically placing him above all of the servants here, including Carson. He saw out the corner of his eye how O’Brien was staring at him in envy, the clearly tailored butler outfit he wore in fabrics grander than Downton could afford; it had been a massive argument between them when he had informed her of his choice to leave and follow Lady Viola, now she was choking on his success.

The Shelby family- and by extension- Barrow was going from success to success; he was blooming and delighted by the chance to stretch his legs and prove his worth. He was adored by his little Lord, trusted by Master Shelby and felt satisfaction with serving his Lady Viola.

“What did Her Ladyship say?” Mrs Hughes asked Anna, watching her with concern.

“She was just being kind.” Anna replied softly, voice choked with tears as she opened her present and gasped softly at the golden heart broach

“I wish I could tell you not to worry.” Mrs Hughes lamented mournfully

“My husband's on trial for his life, Mrs Hughes. Of course I worry.” Anna replied a sardonic tinge to her voice.

“Well, I'm old-fashioned enough to believe that if they can't prove him guilty, then he's not.” Mrs Hughes said firmly and Thomas snorted in disbelief.

“You disagree Thomas?” O’brien asked him snidely and he nodded his head.

“There’s no way he’s guilty Anna, don’t get me wrong” Thomas told her reassuringly and she offered him a wobbly smile “But I don’t have Mrs Hughes' belief in the justice system”

“Thank you, Thomas” Mrs Hughes said tartly and he looked unapologetic.

“It’s the way of the world Mrs. Hughes” he said calmly

“See a lot of it working for a gypsy?” O’Brien questioned him sharply, sneering at him

“Now, O’Brien, I wouldn’t be a disloyal servant and go blabbing about my master’s business” Thomas said with a serene smile and O’Brien scowled viciously

“The Royal Families Of Europe.” Carson said, admiring his book, as he glanced up at Lord Robert “I shall find this very interesting, my Lord.”

“Good.” Robert nodded, pleased before he glanced down at his curious grandson “Would you like a book like that Rian? A few of those bloodlines run through your veins, darling boy”

Tommy came wandering over with his daughter in tow “Cora says we’re going for tea and luncheon in the library”

“Ah, very good, and it’s about time for your own feast, isn’t it, Carson?” Robert asked

“Yes, my Lord” he nodded his head and the two groups separated for their own business

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Barrow felt a sense of nostalgia as he sat on the bench in the servants hall, slowly making his way through a meal, annoyed that he’d been abandoned by Lily, Osiris and Jackson who’d decided to eat elsewhere.

“What did they get you, Barrow?” O’brien asked “I doubt the shelby brothers will be able to afford much, especially with Viola’s dowry being sunk into a failing business”

“Master Shelby has just become the third largest racetrack owner in the country” Barrow pointed out calmly “he has plenty of income to support his family, Lady Viola has her own income and they are both ensuring the future of their family through the Marques line. Furthermore, I received a bonus of twenty-five pounds for my hard work and a silver Gallet watch”

Satisfied with shutting her up and defending his familys honour, he turned back to his meal, seeing how Mr Carson was staring at him with an unreadable expression. Barrow arched his eyebrow in question only to receive a raised glass in a silent toast.

“I don't want to spoil their fun. But I couldn't wear a paper hat.” Mrs hughes whispered to Mr Carson, taking his attention away from Barrow, he’d really changed since he had followed Lady Viola “Not with poor Mr Bates locked away.”

“His Lordship said much the same.” Carson replied grimly as he took a sip of wine

“Is Mr Bates the one Lady Rosamund told me about? The murderer.” Marigold Shore, ladies maid to Lady Rosamound asked piping into the conversation

“Mr Bates has most unjustly been accused of murder. That is all.” Carson said firmly

“All?! I should think that's quite enough for most people.” Marigold replied

“Most people are stupid” Barrows inputted before he stood and left the table, he wanted to check on the unpacking of his families belongings, no matter how much Osiris teased him about being a perfectionist, he was just doing his job.

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“Thank you.”Grandmama said as she took the present from Isobel, Viola sat near the fire with Alice in her arms, finally having managed to wrestle her away for herself, having been passed around to be cooed over. She stayed close by the fire as Alice had been a little cold.

“Would you like tea?” Edith asked Isobel who nodded with a smile.

“Why do we have to help ourselves at luncheon?” Edward Carlise questioned, wondering why they werent being served, he sat opposite Viola who wanted to roll her eyes.

“It's a Downton tradition.” Papa explained to him cheerfully “They have their feast at lunchtime and we have ours in the evening”

“Why can't they have their lunch early and then serve us?” Carlisle wondered in confusion.

“I think your moving up in Papa’s esteem” Viola murmured into Tommy’s ears, voice mirthful as she watched Papa’s eyes flash with disapproval.

“Aye, fucking better be” Tommy grumbled back “Gave him two grandchildren!”

Viola giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, a mischievous smirk flashed across his face as he leant back and stole a kiss in front of the family. Leaning back, they ignored the looks from their family as they got lost in each other

“Because it's Christmas Day.” Mary exclaimed in exasperation, breaking into their world. And they turned back to watch in amusement as Carlisle floundered.

“He’s trying so hard” Viola told him and he snickered in amusement, seeing how unammused and unimpressed she was at him trying to weasel his way into acceptance. She much preferred the Shelby way of it ‘this is us, fuck off if you don’t like it’

Tommy humm’d in agreement “It’s fuckin’ pathetic, does he still need his shoes tied for him?”

“Can yeh not fix it yerself?” Arthur complained loudly, uncaring of the looks he got from Grandmama, she was still not used to how…loud her granddaughter’s husband was.

“He’s just new to things, he’ll learn” Sybil told him reassuringly, patting his arm and calming him with a smile, Carlisle looked slightly offended that he didn’t know when a gypsy apparently did.

“E’s got fucking pair of legs though” Arthur rolled his eyes, he’d only come here because sùil na stoirm had asked, but he’d warned her he wasn’t going to put on airs or shove a silver spoon up his arse to please her family, Sybil had laughed and agreed. She’d never expected it of her darling husband.

“While vulgar, the illiterate one has a point- Sybil dear, you really must housetrain him” Grandmama pointed out dryly “Look at how my favourite caters to my darling namesake”

Tommy shot his brother and Carlise a superior look as he refilled his wife’s teacup, holding up a biscuit for her to eat as she had her hands full with their daughter. Stailc tintreach deserved to have her every whim catered to after all.

“It's not how we'll do it at Haxby.” Carlisle declared imperiously “do you have a country home at all Thomas?”

“I bough Arrow house as an engagement present for Stailc tintreach” Tommy explained, taking a sip of his own tea “Though I suppose I should buy another…”

“Why on earth would you do that?” Viola asked him “I adore Arrow house and I think three houses are more than enough, we have watery lane, the town house and Arrow house”

“Technically I didn’t get you a wedding present and I feel as if my anniversary gift wasn’t good enough” Tommy admitted

“You bought me a barge” Viola pointed out dryly, rolling her eyes

“I can easily believe you wouldn’t.” Grandmama piped in drolly, sending a withering glare at Carlisle before she opened up her present looking confused “This is ni... This is... What is it?”

“What does it look like?” Isobel stared at her as Grandmama flipped it about in her hands, looking confused

“Something for getting stones out of horses' hooves.” Grandmama said bluntly causing Tommy and Arthur to laugh in amusement.

“Like you would know how to do that” he sniped at her playfully causing her to light up at the chance to argue with someone, it kept her young.

“I wouldn’t Dear, no, I’m used to being served…did you perhaps take a wrong turn and end up here? The stables are on the right side of the house, you see” Grandmama batted back, Viola truly spoiled her with such a wonderful grandson-in-law

“I’m shocked you’d know where the stables are, are you planning to run away with me?” Tommy asked cheekily “It’d make for a grand love affair, and quite the scandal”

Viola slapped her husbands arm in amused annoyance and he caught her hand, placing a kiss on her knuckles as his eyes sparkled the both ignored the vicious mutterings of her Papa

“It's a nutcracker.” Isobel explained, interrupting Tommy and Violet’s banter, if allowed they’d never stop sniping at each other “We thought you'd like it. To crack your nuts.”

Violet muttered about how marvelous it was as she put it to the side, planning on never picking it up again.

“Who's coming on New Year's Day?” Edith asked Papa curiously, handing over a tea cup and he smiled in thanks, accepting it

“The usual guns. Us three and some locals. You'll know all of them.” Papa told her, running through the list of the people he’d invite

“Have you asked Anthony Strallan?” Edith asked hopefully and Viola arched an eyebrow, was she still on him? She’d thought that had been left behind…

“I tried. I gave him three dates but he said no to all of them. Perhaps he's given it up.” Papa explained as he looked around the room fondly, heart bursting at being surrounded by his family.

“But he was so keen before the war.” Edith said, her voice edged with disappointment, playing with the green jade necklace that matched her dress

“Perhaps he's had enough banging for one life.” Grandmama interjected with her opinion.

“Perhaps just inviting him to the dinner Papa?” Viola called out in suggestion “he can enjoy the company of us ladies, I’m sure Edie wouldn’t mind playing hostess”

Edith, taking it as a slight narrowed her eyes “I wouldn’t mind at all”

Viola sighed and turned back to Tommy who was giving her a look “Shut up” she ordered quietly

Tommy snorted softly “I don’t know why you even bothered”

“Because as much as I want to smack her at times” Viola admitted “and as much as we don’t like each other, if Strallen makes her happy, then I’ll try to help, Anyways, as if you could talk having a communist as a brother-in-law”

“He’s your brother-in-law as well” Tommy told her rolling his eyes before an evil look flashed across his face “should we tell your father?”

Glancing over at Papa, Viola burst into giggles at the thought before turning her face away, not wanting him to catch the look on her face.

“And Rosamund's forced me to invite Lord Hepworth.” Robert complained to his Mama, ignoring his daughter’s shaking shoulders and the wicked look on Tommy’s face. He didn’t want to know

“Really?” Grandmama asked in slight surprise, her mind whirring as to why her daughter would invite the man.

“I told him I was coming down here and he dropped hint after hint!” Rosamund declared dramatically, looking very pleased at the thought of having a potential suitor. The first marriage wasn’t for love for their type of people but the second was her choice.

“Perhaps he has nowhere to go.” Cora suggested as she handed Aunt Rosamund a present “It can be a lonely time of year.

“Is that why their here?” Edith sniped glaring over at the Shelby’s, and Viola glared at her sister in annoyance

“Not at all” Mama said with a glare that didn’t match her bright smile “Their family Edith! I managed to convince your sisters to come with their husbands and the grandchildren because I missed them, and I wanted to meet my newest grandbaby!”

“Not to worry Cora” Tommy called out calmly, taking a sip of whisky “Plenty more to come”

“I don’t need to know that” Papa grumbled as Viola blushed and giggled at her husband

“Beloved! Alice is still young” Viola protested lightheartedly, though her eyes sparkled with want.

“She’s about to start sleeping through the night” Tommy shrugged unconcerned, that seductive smile that made her weak slowly crossing his face “and we’re still young”

“Jinks Hepworth lonely?” Grandmama swiftly changed the conversation, she forget what it was like when a young couple was so in love with eachother “I find that hard to believe. Hepworth men don't go in for loneliness much.

“How do you know him?” Papa asked his mother in curiosity, unknowing that they’d been acquainted

“I knew his father in the late Sixties.” Grandmama explained before asking nostalgiclly “Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?”

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“Forgive me if I'm casting a gloom.” Matthew apologised, feeling awful but he couldn’t help himself, after the death of lavinna’s father and trying to plan everything, on top of the stress of work, being the heir, Bates trial and having to watch Mary with Carlisle, he couldn’t help staring at Tommy and Arthur in envy throughout the day, they seemed so happy, so free, basking in the love of their wives. Perhaps if he followed Tommy’s advice he’d have his own son and daughter by now…he was a fool.

“Don't be silly. We're all under the shadow of Bates's trial.” Mary told him, shaking it away, he had nothing to apologise for.

“Will any of you have to testify?” Matthew asked her, concerned for them he knew how hard testifying could be

“Only Papa and some of the servants.” Mary waved off “ But I'm going to support Anna, I think it’s turning into quite the day out”

“Would you like me to come with you?” Matthew asked her “To explain what's happening. Or will you do that?”

He glanced over Mary’s head staring at Richard Carlisle who was hovering nearby as he usually did, Viola and Tommy were walking down the stairs towards them, having changed for dinner.

“Richard wants to go back to work the day after the shoot. Don't you?” Mary glanced over at he finance who nodded his head.

“Yes, I do.” Carlise said, he had a lot of work to do after all, muting scandals was not a easy task.

“Nasty buisness” Tommy tilted his head at Mary “If theres anything you need…”

“Of course” Mary said with a smile, if there was someone she trusted to help no matter what the risk was it was Tommy.

“Why would she need to go to you?” Carlisle interrupted glancing between them with narrowed eyes “A bookie wouldn’t be much help”

“For a journalist, your rather behind on the times” Viola dralwed out “but enough of that I’m hungry, beloved?”

“Yes, of course, Stailc tintreach let’s see if Mrs Patmoore has declined in quality shall we?” he teased as he held up a hand for her to take.

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“Sybils favourite” Edith said with a jolly smile as they watched the flaming christmas pudding be placed in front of grandmama, Viola’s stomach rumbled at the sight, pleased that Rian had been put to bed otherwise he’d be bouncing off the walls for the rest of the night.

“My favourite!” Sybil grinned “Mama you didn’t have to!”

“Of course I did” Mama smiled before shooting an apologetic look at Viola “I’m sorry darling but lemons are rather hard to come by at this time of year…”

“Oh not to worry Mama! I still say it’s a cheat that christmas pudding it your favourite” Viola jested and Sybil glared playfully back

“Because I am the favourite, doesn’t Tommy ship lemons just for your pleasure?” Sybile declared and Arthur raised a glass in toast and cheered his agreement and Viola grinned smugly

“He does” she batted her lashes at her husband “because hes a wonderful man and a excellent husband”

“A happy Christmas to us all!” Grandmama cheered happily, as she made to cut the cake for everyone present.

“Happy Christmas!” They all replied

“Don't forget to make a wish.” Edith jumped in, smiling wildly at the joyful atmosphere

“Let's all make a wish.” Papa declared pleased with his idea

“A wish and a prayer.” Mary addedon

“Is this about Bates again?” Carlisle questioned in annoyance

“Well when you treat people like family, you do tend to show some concern” Tommy interjected

“What next inviting them to dine at our table as if they were equals?” Carlisle questioned sharply

“Oh I don’t think you’d have an equal” Tommy told him and Arthur snickered.

“Be hard to find one like him, aye Tommy” he grinned and Tommy nodded his head in agreement

“ní oireann sé isteach” (Doesn’t fit in) Tommy agreed his mother tongue falling easily and Arthur bellowed a laugh

“nathair sa bhféar” (snake in the grass) Arthur replied smirking at his brother, taking a deep sip of whisky

“is fearr ceann nathrach a ghearradh” (best cut the head off the snake Viola piped in with her opinion, her accent had gotten a lot smoother, less hesitant like when she had begun to learn

“Ní dóigh liom gur sinne a mharóidh an nathair” (I don’t think it will be us slaying the snake” Sybil added on mischeviously gesturing lightly towards an irate looking Matthew

“Darlings, english” Papa scolded his daughters who shrugged in return

“Rian is being taught Gaelige as his first language, as will Alice and our other children” Viola replied to him “it’s his birthright and culture”

Papa sighed and took a sip of wine “Well, I suppose I should take a look at learning a few phrases, I have the time”

His heart warmed at the bright smile Viola shot him over the table.

“My new maid says the servants' hall is full of it. How terrible it is.” Aunt rosamund piped in “about the trial”

“We mustn't lose faith. He's been wrongly accused.” Matthew declared firmly

“I'm sure you hope so.” Carlisle retorted shaking his head as he cut into the cake

“We know so.” Isobel countered him, unable to belief in Mr Bates guilt

“How has Mr Murray managed to have the trial held in York?” Carlisle asked the table curious about how they managed to have it changed.

“I don't know, but thank God he has.” Papa replied, York was quite close after all and it meant that Anna would be able to visit a lot more often, which was a slight relief for the woman.

“And he's confident?” Carlisle questioned, pressing further.

“He seems to be.” Mama added, her smile was optimistically, she couldn’t think about what would happen should Mr Bates lose the trial.

“Lawyers are always confident before the verdict.” Grandmama stated “It's only afterwards they share their doubts.”

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“Would you like to play?” Mrs O’Brien called out to Thomas as he walked past, tending to his duties.

“I must see to my little lords clothes for tomorrow” Barrow denied with a shake of his head

“Funny, that’s not the attitude you used to have” O’Brien taunted him

Barrow sighed, hesitating slightly before nodding his head, giving in “fine, a brief moment”

“Is anyone there?” O'Brien called out with her hand on the planchette “Is anyone there?”

The maids burst into nervous giggles, glancing at each other in amusement.

“You must take it seriously, otherwise they'll be offended.” Barrow told them playfully

“What is it?” Daisy asked as she stopped by, glancing at the table and candles in curiosity.

“We're talking to the dead.” Barrow whispered to her playfully

“But how? They can't talk back.” Daisy pointed out with a thoughtful frown and he chucklde, she was as sweet as ever.

“They can. That's the whole point.” Marigold told her, rolling her eyes as she watched the board from another chair.

“Come on, Daisy” Barrow cajoled her but she shook her head

“No, I don't think it's right.” Daisy shook her head despite her caution, she remained hovering by Thomas’s shoulder, staring at the board in curiosity.

“If you'll all be quiet, I'll try again” O’Brien scolded them before asking “Is there anyone there?”

“Yes, someone is there.” Barrow declared as the pancetta moved across the board.

“What is going on?” Mrs hughes asked as she moved through the kitchen, knowing they were up to mischief

“We're just playing a game.” O’Brien brushed off, trying to appear innocent.

“An unsuitable game, Miss O'Brien.” Mrs Hughes stated in disapproval “Especially on Christmas night. Please put it away at once. I'm surprised at you, Daisy.”

“Are you sure there's nothing in it?” Daisy asked Mrs Hughes carefully, her wide innocent eyes seeking reassurance

“Quite sure, thank you.” Mrs Hughes told her primly

“Don't you believe in spirits, then?” Daisy asked her

“Well, I don't believe they play board games.” Mrs Hughes said and Barrow took his hand of the planchette and stood, straightening his waistcoat

“Where are you going?” O’Brien asked him

“I said for a moment, it’s been a moment” Thomas replied “I have to iron clothes for tomorrow, it never stops as a head butler, you know”

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“You're reading.” Edith exclaimed, watching as their sister performed in front of them

“For heavens' sakes, yes, I'm reading. It's a book title.” Mary retorted rolling her eyes in exasperation

“No talking.” Papa scolded lightly, eyes dancing in amusement

“I know, but honestly!” Mary complained with a whiny tone to her voice.

“Papa, you know Mary has never had the patience for this game” Viola teased, taking pleasure in the glare she received from her sister, but she couldn’t retort else she would lose and Mary loathed losing.

“Five words. Fourth word.” they guessed as Mary mimed “Two syllables. First syllable.”

Viola laughed brightly as Mary made a strange swooshing motion with her body

“Fighting!” Mama called out

“ Banging!” Aunt Rosamund threw out

“Drum!” Sybil guessed

“They'll never get it.” Papa said shaking his head with a chuckle

“Shake!” Viola called out

“ Mad!” Arthur guessed

“Do you always play charades on Christmas night?” Carlisle asked grandmama, sipping his brandy as he watched the show in front of him

“This isn't charades, this is the game.” Violet replied, wondering silently if the man had a fun bone in his body.

“Trip!” Edith guessed

“Swoon!” Tommy called out, eyes bright in silent amusement, he leant over- careful of Alice and whispered into Stailc tintreach’s ear “thats how you act when your around me”

Snickering Viola stuck her tongue out at him “Please you’re practically a puddle on the floor when I look at you”

“Do you enjoy these games in which the player must appear ridiculous?” Carlisle asked the dowager countess as he watched his fiance make a joke of herself.

“Fall!” Aunt Rosamund called out, groaning when Mary shook her head.

“Sir Richard, life is a game in which the player must appear ridiculous.” Violet replied archly, knowing the truth after living for so very long.

“Not in my life.” Carlisle retorted, he would never allow himself to look ridiculous

“Then it must be your go next” Tommy piped up with a smirk, cuddling his wife close to himself.

“Fall past.” Isobel cried out, encouraged with Mary’s excited nodding “Fell! Wildfell! The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall!”

They burst into claps and small cheers causing Isis, papa’s golden retriever to get excited and jump up at cousin Isobel

“Isis!” Papa reprimanded and Viola glanced down at Alice let out a little whine, her face scrunched up in displeasure and Viola croonde at her daughter wordlessly.

“Oh is she alright?” Mama asked in concern, a frown crossing her face.

“It’s alright” Viola replied with a smile “The noise must be a bit much, truthfully Tommy and I struggle with not keeping her in our arms, Lily be a dear and take Alice to bed? Check on Rian as well?”

“Yes my Lady” Lily murmured gently taking the little lady and heading out of the room after bobbing them a curtsy.

“Rian was tuckered out even before pudding” Papa chuckled happily “he’s such a bright boy, you must feel so lucky, blessed with a strong heir”

“He’s a spirited boy, but his flame burns fast these days” Tommy replied, pride for his son obvious on his face “he’ll learn to manage his fire”

“Richard, your turn. Come on.” Mama called out, wanting to keep the good cheer going, she

“How soon your maxim will be tested.” Grandmama jibed at him, amusement on her face.

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Later that night, Viola was awoken by an apologetic looking Lily.

“I’m sorry M’lady but Alice just won’t settle, I think she needs her mother” Lily whispered to her, glancing nervously at her sleeping husband

“It’s fine Lily, I told you to wake me” Viola reassured the girl climbing out of bed and putting her house robe on before following her to the nursery. The doors were built to muffle sound and as soon as she slipped in she was met with a grumpy Rian and a sobbing Alice

“Mama!” Rian cried out in annoyance, glaring at his little sister “loud!”

“Yes, my love, but Alice isn’t feeling very well, we must be patient” Viola explained gently to her son, who was grabbing at her gown, lips pouting as he demanded attention.

His head tilted to the side as he considered it, anger being replaced by a sad look “tummy hurt?”

“It could be like when your tummy hurt, sweetie” Viola nodded her head as she gently lifted her squirming daughter “Lily could you place Rian with Tommy? I don’t want his sleep disturbed any further”

“Of course, my lady” Lily said before she scooped up Rian “Come away now young master, we must go to your father”

“No! Mama” Rian snapped twisting and reaching out for his mother, tears welling in his eyes

“Shhh, little King” Viola cooed as she tried to calm her daughter and her son at the same time “I need to focus on your sister, you must be a good boy, aye? Look after your Papa while I’m here”

He looked mutinous before his sisters cry made his face crumple and he nodded his head, latching his arms around Lily

“Be g’d mama” he promised

“Good boy” she murmured, distracted with taking her daughter to the changing table, wanting to check her over. She was not a pediatric nurse but she knew a few things.

Alice looked grumpy and miserable which was understandable as Viola checked her temperature noticing how she seemed warmer than usual, her nose was runny and she had a slight drag to her breaths.

“Stailc tintreach?” Tommy’s raspy voice cut into her concentration and she looked over at her husband who was blinking slowly, trouser bottoms slung low on his hips.

“I’m sorry, Beloved, I didn’t mean to wake you” she apologised, he shrugged and pushed himself off the doorway, walking over to her on silent feet to peer down at their crabby daughter

“You weren’t there, I always wake. Plus Rian is not subtle” he huffed, warm breath brushing against her earlobe “hello, my little wanderer, not feeling very well?”

Alice grizzled at him in return, tears welling in her eyes and he immediately shushed her gently, hand rubbing circles in her chest.

“A slight cold” Viola murmured looking down at her daughter “maybe a touch of colic”

“Its winter, these things happen, I’ll send Osiris to fetch some medicine” Tommy decided, pressing a kiss to the side of her head and leaving the room, as Viola settled herself in for a long night.

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“What do you mean, you've invited Anthony Strallan?” Edith questioned in shock as she stared out the window “I thought it was just us.”

“Grandmama, you really should stop dropping surprises on people” Viola muttered slightly irritably, Alice had gotten a little cold and she worried for her, Rian had always been a robust boy and sick babies were…loud, though thankfully she’d fallen asleep before she left, so she decided to let her daughter sleep. Viola herself was running on little sleep and had greviously insulted her grandmama by requesting coffee instead of tea.

Rian had been very clingy and refused to leave her side, which she understood, so she had brought him along to tea, getting his mother’s singular attention and being spoilt with biscuits by his great-grandmama had done much to improve his mood.

“Where would the fun be in that dear?” Grandmama retorted, eyes flicking down to her coffee with disdain before taking a glance out the window “Getting important! He never used to use a chauffeur.”

Seeing the incredulous look on Ediths face she hastened to add “Well, you were so disappointed that he wouldn't come shooting.”

“Maybe you can convince him to join” Viola suggested, filling up her cup again and downing it despite the heat of it.

“Good afternoon, Lady Grantham.” Anthony greeted with a smile as he entered the room “and you Lady Viola, oh! Lady Edith! What a charming surprise. It's been far too long.”

“It's so nice to see you.” Edith breathed out as she took a step closer to Anthony “It's such a relief to see any of our friends who've made it through unscathed.”

“I'm afraid I haven't quite.” Alexander admitted quietly, a sad tone to his voice as he took Edith’s hands with his left “I took a bullet in the wrong place. Seems to have knocked out my right arm.”

“But not forever surely?” Edith gasped looking up at him in horror.

“I think so” Viola said as she stared curiously at Alexander who nodded his head in grim agreement “Well, your alive so that’s something”

“A great deal more than most can say” Alexander agreed with a sombre tone of voice before turning back to Edith “The upshot is, I'm afraid, the wretched thing is now no use to man or beast.”

“Well, now we know why you didn't want to come shooting.” Edith joked slightly

“Indeed.” Alexander agreed with a chuckle and bright smile “So how is everyone? Lady Sybil is married, I hear. And Lady Viola you welcomed another child?”

“I did” Viola said with a bright smile, her tiredness washed away for the chance to brag about her son “This here is Rian, my firstborn and I’ve had a little girl Alice, she has a little cold at the minute I’m afraid, so she’s staying in the nursery. Sybil is living in Birmingham with me at the moment. Say hello Rian”

“Hello” Rian nodded at Sir Alexander with a little nod and he felt his chest puff out when both Mama and Grandmama gave him proud smiles, he liked making Mama smile and be proud of him. It was the best feeling.

“A fine young lord” Alexander complimented before asking “How was the wedding?”

“Loud” Grandmama complained “It was in Birmingham and quite a…colourful affair…”

“Our husbands families are travellers” Viola explained to him “Our celebrations tend to be, big, bright and noisy. It’s rather wonderful”

“Did you all get over?” Alexander asked, continuing the conversation but Viola noticed how his eyes kept darting over to Edith.

“Yes we did” Edith said with a smile, seemingly lost in him.

“What's he like? He’s the brother of your husband isn’t he?” Alexander asked Viola who nodded

“Arthur is the eldest son, he’s devoted and very passionate” she said ignoring Grandmama’s complaints of ‘love sick puppy and loud mouthed moron”

“So does he shoot?” Alexander wondered

I'm... sure he does.” Edith reassured him though she seemed unsure

“But I don't think pheasants.” Grandmama said crisply, well aware of their criminal ways

“My husbands family does occasionally hunt pheasant, fowl and rabbits but they much prefer to hunt a stag or fish when their holidaying in the countryside” Viola told him with a smile, glancing between Edith and Alexander, she was actually considering supporting and encouraging the match.

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“Fussing still?” Viola asked with a frown as she looked down at her daughter, feeling helpless, she had eaten less that she would usually which was understandable with feeling under the weather.

“Yes my Lady” Barrow explained to her as he cracked open the window for some fresh air “I have given her the medicine as instructed, I’m sure it’s helping her feel better”

“I know” Viola nodded as she gently reswadded her daughter, pressing a loving kiss to a too red cheek “I just worry”

“It is your right my Lady” Barrow reassured her “Rian has never gotten a cold, but the little lady is strong- I am sure she will be fine after some rest”

“Thank you Barrow, you’re a balm to my soul” Viola smiled “I have to attend dinner but if I might make a request and ask that someone always sit with my Alice?”

“Of course my Lady” Barrow smiled “we’re yours to command”

Viola adjusted her gold necklace as she trailed after her aunt and grandmama, her mind occupied with thoughts of her daughter, Mama had greeted her carefully, asking after Alice and offering reassurances.

“Lady Grantham, Lady Rosamund, Lady Viola” Lord Hepworth greeted them as they reached the bottom of the stairs

“Hello, Lord Hepworth. Welcome.” Mama replied as the lady of the house, Rosamund seemed to come alive at his attention but Viola only offered a wan smile.

“Thank you.” Hepworth replied with a smile, his eyes constantly trailing back to Auntie Rosamund

“Will your man be coming on from the station, my Lord?” Carson questioned him, glancing around as if he would just appear

“I haven't got one with me. Is that a nuisance? I'm so sorry.” Hepworth apologised with some embarrassment

“Not at all, my Lord. Thomas will- “ Carson started to reassure the man

“Lend the Granthams one of my men, Osiris would be a good fit” Thomas interrupted smoothly “It’s the least I can do for my young Lord’s grandmother”

“Thank you Barrow, that’s kind of you” Viola praised him “I don’t know what we would do without you”

“Yes, thank you Thomas” Mama added on, smiling at him gratefully.

“Splendid.” Hepworth thanked them keeping a bright smile on his face

“Do come in.” Carson hastened to invite him, wanting to smooth over the slight awkwardness

“Thank you.” Hepworth said, following them into Downton.

Viola hummed to her daughter, gently rocking her as she used a cloth to wipe the snot and tears from her face, crooning gently

“Lullaby and goodnight, with roses bedight

With lilies o'er spread is baby's wee bed

Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed

Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed

Lullaby and goodnight, thy mother's delight

Bright angels beside my darling abide

They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast

They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast”

Alice whimpered and whined and Viola sighed

“Yes, I thought that would be your reaction, much prefer your Papa’s singing” Viola sighed as she tried shifting her daughter onto her shoulder and rubbing circles onto her back

“It’s okay, my love, I prefer his as well” Viola murmured soothingly, tuning out the sobs until they quieted into little whines, Tommy really had a beautiful singing voice, strong with a raspy undertone that sent shivers up her spine. His voice was entrancing.

After half an hour of crooning sweet nothings and giving up on any attempts for her hair to remain unmolested, her daughter was finally sleeping, little gasps against the hollow of her throat.

“Vi!” Sybil rushed quietly into the nursery, her eyes sparkling, it dimmed somewhat at seeing her red faced niece but Viola offered her a welcoming smile “How’s Alice?”

“She’ll be alright” Viola said “she’s just got a little cold, now Sy, what’s the matter?”

“I’m pregnant!” she whisper-shouted and Viola blinked in shock opening her mouth

“You’re what?!”

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“I don’t see how you had to refuse my suggestion” Carson said staring at Thomas in annoyance

“Because I have my little Lord to see to” Barrow replied calmly “And I work for the Shelby’s now, my contract is with them not the Granthams, furthermore I am a head butler of my own household not the first footman under you, I saved you the embarrassment of admitting you were underprepared for a guest, so you’re welcome”

“What are those for?” Marigold asked as she stared at Carson who was pouring out wine into multiple glasses before handing them out.

“We have a glass of wine at midnight on New Year's Eve.” Daisy explained to her, she enjoyed the tradition and new it was a privilege

“Very civilised.” Marigold said approvingly “In my last place, we were expected to be upstairs and serving, New Year's Eve or not.”

“Were you not a lady's maid, then?” Daisy asked her curious about her background, she didn’t really get to eet a lot of people, only the servants that visited Downton and that wasn’t often.

“How long have you been with Lady Rosamund, Miss Shore?” Mrs Patmoore asked interrupting their conversation.

“Two months.” Marigold answered easily

“I see. Quite a new girl.” Mrs patmoore said with a slightly condescending smile, turning her attention to Carson when he called for his toast for the new years.

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“Not long now.” Papa said as he checked his pocket watch, looking around the group he asked “Does everyone have a glass?”

“Anthony Strallan was at Grannie's for tea the other day.” Edith started a conversation “So I know why he wouldn't shoot. He's hurt his arm.”

“Shame. Well, we shall try again next year.” Rosamound bolstered her spirits and Edith smiled and moved on

“I am sorry I started that. Now don't encourage it. She'd spend her life as a nursemaid. He's got no use.” Grandmama interjected, scolding her daughter.

“Edith is so rarely happy” Viola stated quietly “and he seems to make her happy”

“He is old” Grandmama pointed out

“And all the young men that she would want are dead” Viola snapped back, her temper frayed “Alexander does not care that she is plain, he is kind to her and makes her light up who cares if she must play nursemaid? She will be the centre of his world and he is a kind and gentle man”

Dismissing herself from her Grandmama she strode over to Tommy who had just entered the room.

“Stailc tintreach” he greeted her, cupping her chin as he gently looked her over, she had bags under her eyes from stress and a sleepless night “I’ll take tonights shift, aye?”

“Beloved, you’ve got the shooting tomorrow, I can’t ask it of you” Viola shook her head, gently dislodging his grip

“I’ll be fine” he gently reprimanded her “don’t try to muscle into my Papa, daughter bonding time. You’ll take Rian in the bed and I’ll stay with Alice”

Viola gave into temptation and pressed a loving kiss to his lips “Thank you Beloved”

“Once again, the servants are downstairs and we're on our own.” Carlisle complained loudly and Tommy shot him an irritated look.

“In the whole year, we fend for ourselves at Christmas lunch and

on New Year's Eve. It doesn't seem much to me.” Mary told him, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.

“You haven't had to fight for what you've got.” Carlisle retorted, reprimanding her

“Do try to get past that. It makes you sound so angry all the time.” Mary complained, taking a sip of her drink and looking fed up

“No, it makes him sound resentful” Tommy corrected from beside her staring at Carlisle icily, he was not in the mood right now. He had a sick daughter, a stressed wife and a petulant son to deal with

As a man who has had to fight for everything I’ve got, fending for myself is a reminder of how grateful i should be for what i have and how pleased i am with where I am”

“Well I guess we are cut from different cloths” Carlisle retorted

“Well, they don’t make my fabric anymore” Tommy stated before turning his back and focusing on his wife.

“I hope London wasn't too grim.” Mary turned to Matthew who had just walked in, not able to stand her fiance at the moment.

“I got down there in time, which is the main thing.” Matthew said with a sigh “And I was with him when he died. So he wasn't alone.”

“I'm so sorry, and so glad.” Mary offered her condolences, their brief moment was interrupted by Aunt Rosamund

“Here we go.” Aunt Rosamund squealed in excitement as they watched the clock, as soon as it struck twelve cheers rang out

“Happy new year!”

“Happy new year!”

“Happy new year” Tommy purred down at his wife, capturing her lips in a brief, intense kiss, briefly making his mind turn blank with bliss

“Happy new year beloved” Viola murmured back “To many more”

“Happy new year, Mama.” Papa said to Grandmama, going over to place a kiss on her cheek

“1920! Is it to be believed?!” Grandmama asked in shock “I feel as old as Methuselah!”

“But so much prettier.” Papa assured her causing chuckles to break out in the group

“When I think what the last ten years has brought, God knows what we're in for now.” Grandmama said

“I’m always ready for a challenge” Tommy said as he stared at a beaming Viola who had crouched down to receive a new years kiss from their son

“Are you now?” Grandmama asked “even if it’s a fight?”

“Their worth every fight or battle or war that would need to be waged for their happiness” he said firmly

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“I do apologise, but well, it’s a mother’s worry” Viola murmured the next day to Dr Clarkson as he checked over Alice, gently taking her heartbeat, breathing and eyes

“I do understand Lady Viola, it seems to me that it’s just a cold” Dr Clarkson replied reassuringly as he gently redressed Alice “Lady Alice apart from her cold, is completely healthy all I can suggest is rest, keep her warm, try to offer her milk as much as possible and change her clothes often”

Viola nodded her head as she took her daughter into her arms “I understand Dr Clarkson, thank you for visiting”

“Of course Lady Viola” he nodded his head “don’t worry, I shall see myself out”

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“We'll walk to the first drive then use the wagonette.” Papa explained the plan for the day, staring around the group for any protests

“Splendid. I hope you're going to stand by me.” Hepworth said as he turned to Rosamund with a hopeful smile

“I thought I'd chum my brother. Cora's coming after luncheon.” Rosamund explained smiling coyly at Helpworth

“The second drive, then.” Hepworth requested as he started at the ladies with them “ “You ladies will have to distribute your charms fairly as there are only four of you. Don’t you agree Lady Mary?

“Lady Mary will stand by me.” Carlisle said firmly, a dismissive note in his voice as he checked over his gun.

“Now just…” Mary protested but was interrupted by Matthew’s voice

“You said you were going to stand by me for the first drive. Isn’t that what you said?” Matthew

“Did I?” Mary asked, brows furrowed with confusion before it cleared “Yes, I think I did.”

“And one for you. Splendid.” Papa said turning to Tommy “where is sybil and your brother? How is Alice? Clarkson came to see her yes?”

“Sybil agreed to watch over Alice and Rian, Arthur said he wanted no part in shooting birds. Clarkson said it was just a cold, plenty of rest and Alice will be better” Tommy replied blandly, not using the actual words Arthur had used and not including the fact Sybil wanted practice with children, though it gave Stailc tintreach a break from her worrying, some fresh air would be good for her.

“Why don't you have a loader?” Mary asked Matthew as she watched him shoot “ Barnard would have found you one.

“I'm not very good at it.” Matthew admitted to her candidly “ This or double guns, and I don't want a witness.”

“I'm a witness.” Mary pointed out playfully, glancing across the open land to see Tommy confidently shooting bird after bird, after every succesful shoot he would peek over at Viola and preen when she showered him with praise. It made something in her chest twist, seeing how happy her sisters were with their spouses, how they bloomed in each others presence, circling each other as if one was the sun and the other the moon, full of love and contentment.

Mary swallowed back bile, thinking of her own fiance, of the man she promised her life to. All to cover her scandal, her shame. She would never have the love her sisters did…a part of her hated them for it.

“Then please don't spread the word of my incompetence.” Matthew begged playfully with a smile on his face, unknowingly dragging her out of her dark thoughts.

“I never know which is worse, the sorrow when you hit the bird or the shame when you miss it.” Mary mused before adding on “Thank you for intervening back there. Before I said something rude.”

“He does rather beg to be teased.” Matthew admitted wryly. Annoying ponce is what he was he added in his head.

“The awful truth is, he's starting to get on my nerves.” Mary admitted roughly before shaking herself “Still, you're not the person to burden with that.”

“You're still going to marry him though.” Matthew pointed out quietly, confounded on why she would want him, why she would pick him. Mary…Mary deserved someone who would worship the ground she walked on, like the goddess she was.

“Of course! Why wouldn't I?” Mary questioned sharply but he ignored her, choosing to take a shot instead.

“Ha! I think I might have got that one.” Matthew declared before turning to Mary “you must promise faithfully to lie when they ask you how I did.”

Mary laughed, her brown eyes shining with mirth and something else as she agreed.

“I have tried, Mary. I've done everything I can to please you.” Carlisle hissed at her sister

“Oh great” Viola huffed with annoyance, eyes narrowed so long as it stayed a verbal argument she would stay her hand.

“Ignore it Stailc tintreach” Tommy murmured soothingly, rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of her hand “it’s not your problem”

“She’s my sister” Viola retorted dryly “and he’s a…”

“Bastard?” Tommy offered as he neatly strung up his kills with twine, proud of the haul he had “I’ll kill him if ya want”

“I’ll think about it” she muttered seriously before rubbing a hand tiredly over her face “Mary’s grown, she can handle herself and Matthew is always waiting in the wings to defend her honour”

“Thats the spirit Stailc tintreach” he smirked at her and she laughed softly

“You mean you bought a large and rather vulgar house.” Mary snapped at him, her voice raising slightly

“Don't talk to me like that! What have I done to deserve it?!” Carlisle shouted angrily causing Matthew’s head to snap up as he walked over, Tommy ghosting closer as well, he didn’t appreciate the added stress on his wife, he’d cajoled her out into the woods for some fresh air and a break from the stress of a sick daughter. Killing something had helped relief his own stress.

“Is something the matter?” Matthew asked, glancing towards Mary in concer, Tommy walking next to him, gun held in a lose grip as he remained quiet.

“Richard's loader seems to have got lost.” Mary broke the awkward tension with a fake smile “And this is one of the best drives. He's missing all the fun.”

“I see.” Matthew said dubiously

“Where the bloody hell have you been?” Carlisle snarled turning on his loader who had finally turned up and made for a convenient target for his rage.

“Sorry, sir.” he muttered

“I'm afraid Sir Richard's rather anxious to begin.” Mary explained holding tight to her ladies armour.

“I'd better get back to my post.” Matthew said, glancing between them before turning to leave, Tommy trailed his eyes over the pair before returning back to his wife, leading her towards where they were going to have lunch.

“Robert, Matthew is going to York for Bates's trial.” Isobel started hesitantly over lunch “And...Well, I wondered if I might come as well.”

“Of course, if you want to.” Robert assured her “I think Tommy and Viola are coming as well, though how helpful they will be with Alice being sick…”

“Cora's told me she's not going.” Isobel said And I feel I just might be useful

as part of the bucking-up brigade, perhaps it would be best for them to stay with Alice?”

“That's kind, thank you.” Robert replied before sighing “there’s not much they can do with Alice having a cold, I think Tommy is trying to keep Viola’s mind off the situation"

“It's odd, isn't it, us just chatting away here” Isobel ruminated “while that poor man waits to hear his fate.”

“Please don't make me feel any worse than I do already.” Rober requested with a sigh

“Have we time to serve the coffee or not?” Carson whispered to Barrow who was stood nearby, eyes focused on his family.

“I'm not sure, Mr Carson.” Barrow said blandly “We could have used one of the maids today. As I suggested, and I am here only to see to my family’s comfort, you are an organiser of the event are you not? Seems poor that you miscalculated”

“Maids at a shooting lunch?!” Carson questioned in outrage “Hardly!”

Barrow shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned, he had offered his help.

“Anna's very grateful you're coming with us.” Mary said to Matthew, ignoring her sister who was sat across from her with her husband, it was painful to watch them.

“Well, I have to go to London, but I'll be back.” Matthew explained to her

“What are you going for?” Mary asked him curious

“Reggie Swire's funeral.” Matthew told her, swallowing heavily at the thought, the man was going to be his father in law and it was a rough thing to consider.

“He wanted his ashes to be buried in Lavinia's grave. I'll bring them back.” Matthew said, it was the least he could do

“What does Mr Travis say?” Mary wondered as she glanced down at her meal

“I haven't asked him.”Matthew replied with a shrug “I thought I'd do it myself one day.”

“Let me know when. I'd like to be there.” Mary stated before hesitating “If you don't mind.”

“No, I don't mind.” Matthew replied softly with a gentle smile

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“I am only asking to set a date.” Carlisle pleaded with Mary as the ladies set about leaving the room after dinner that night.

“But what's the hurry?” Mary asked perplexed by his urgency, truthfully she wished to drag this out for as long as possible. The thought of walking down the aisle to a man that had bought her, wanted to posses her, to dominate and control her made her stomach turn.

“Hurry?” Carlisle questioned “Glaciers are fast compared to you on this, Mary.”

Fed up with his dramatics, Mary turned to leave the room, wanting space from him and his insistence but he grabbed her arm harshly, voice dropping low and dangerous

“I warn you.” He hissed, ignoring the rest of the room as the men straightened up and stared at him “Even my patience has its limits.”

Tommy stepped forward and looked at Carlisle “let go. Whatever patience you have, I assure you I have less of it. Take your fuckin’ hands off my sister”

He was happy to escalate this issue, and made sure that it showed on his face, Alice had begun refusing to settle even for his singing and it was making his sanity unravel. With an annoyed grunt he let Mary go before slapping his napkin onto his plate

 

Tommy watched in interest as Matthew chased Mary with a determined expression, as amusing as it was how they danced around each other it befuddled Tommy how they hadn’t already gotten together…he briefly of spending ten years longing for Stailc tintreach or her being engaged to man that wasn’t him and shuddered.

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“Always so dramatic this household” Tommy murmured to her as they laid in bed together, Rian was curled up between them passed out, Alice had been disturbing Rian’s sleep so she had the nursery to herself.

“Oh yes, because shootouts in front of pubs are just everyday affairs” Viole retorted in amusement, before her eyes dropped to her son with a sigh, thinking on his future.

“All of this trial business” Tommy sighed tiredly as he rolled onto his back, hand tucked beneath his head “Makes me glad I own the police”

“Well, Inspector Campbell was quite the…thorn in your side Beloved” Viola replied as she curled around her son, hand reaching out to entwine her fingers with his.

“True” he nodded “But well, the state I left him in, nothing to worry about now…I’ll see to Alice tonight”

Viola shook her head “No, it’s my turn Beloved, I know you have a better shot with soothing her but I’m more well rested and I want to see if I can give her more frequent feedings”

Tommy sighed and aquiesed to his wife’s desires, he could see the strain on her but he wouldn’t restrict her desires, she was a nurse after all.

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“He seemed to be blaming his wife for cancelling the divorce.” O’Brien said as she stood in front of the court, answering the prosecuter’s questions.

“You heard this yourself?”

“I wasn't eavesdropping.” O’brien protested, defending herself, she didn’t want her reputation tarnished “He was speaking loudly. But I don't think you can blame him.”

“Just answer the questions, please, Miss O'Brien.” the prosecutor requested “When John Bates returned from London on his final visit to Mrs Bates, did you notice anything about his appearance?”

“He had a scratch on his cheek. But he might have got that…” O’Brien was interrupted once again

“I believe the maid, Anna Smith, asked him how the meeting had gone.” the man continued, not wanting to give her chance to expand on her answers.

“Well, she and he were…” O’Brien tailed off, looking down at her clasped hands

“And how did he answer?” the prosecutor pressed

“He said it had been worse than she could possibly imagine.” O’Brien admitted in a whisper causing the court to gasp and Viola closed her eyes at the utter idiocy of Bates

“And what did he call her?” the prosecutor questioned a nervous looking Mrs Hughes.

“I shouldn't have been listening in the first place.” Mrs Hughes reprimanded himself “I had no right to be there.”

“But you were listening, Mrs Hughes.” The prosecutor reminded her firmly “So please tell us what he called her when he grew angry.”

“He said she was a…” Mrs Hughes paused and seemed to gather the strength “...bitch.”

“I’ve said a lot worse” Tommy murmured in her ear and she humm’d

“So have I” she agreed pitching her voice low “This is not looking good for him”

“No, points to how innocent he is though” Tommy replied “no one could be fucking stupid enough to admit to all this in front of so many and actually kill the woman”

Viola nodded her head in agreement as she watched the prosecutor hound Mrs Hughes

“Did it sound as if he threatened to strike her?” he asked

“But what people say in an argument…” Mrs Hughes trailed off weakly, trying to defend Bates.

“Did he threaten to strike her?” the prosecutor demanded

“I'm afraid he did, yes.” Mrs Hughes admitted glancing apologetically at Bates before looking down in shame

“Every case looks as black as night by the time the prosecution has finished.” Mr Murray reassured them during a recess “We've heard nothing in Bates's defence yet.”

“I can't believe Mrs Hughes would say those things.” Anna said bitterly “Miss O'Brien maybe, but not Mrs Hughes.”

“It's difficult to lie on oath. Few of us can manage it.” Isobel told her gently

“She looked as if she were in hell.” Mary added on

“It’s the prosecutor’s job to make him look bad” Viola told Anna bluntly “it’s Mr Murrarys job to prove his innocence, have faith in Mr Murrary”

“It does sound worse than I expected.” Papa said with a sigh

“It's a great pity he didn't speak up about buying the poison.” Murray pointed out as he rubbed a hand over his face

“I told him to. I begged him to.” Anna pleaded with him, eyes teary as she thought of her husband, the stress getting to her

“He should have listened.” Murray complained

“Then it's down to me to convince them that this crime is simply not in Bates's character.” Papa said firmly, Tommy sighed and squeezed his wifes waist. He did not have the same faith in Robert Crawley that Robert Crawley had in himself.

“So you have no doubt at all.” the lawyer asked Robert who stood tall on the stand, shoulders thrown back in confidence

“None whatsoever.” Robert declared, voice ringing with confidence “We served in the African war. And I owe my life to John Bates, who acted to protect me without any care for his own safety. Is this a man who could plot to kill his wife? Absolutely not.”

“Lord Grantham.” the prosecution started with a confident smile “Did John Bates ever speak to you about his wife?”

“Not that I recall.” Robert said

“Never?” the prosecutor pressed “He never once spoke one

word of this wife who'd prevented all his dreams from coming true?”

“Well... You know, one talks about this and that.” Robert said dismissevely looking hesitant

“Did he give you the impression he was losing patience with Mrs Bates?” the man pressed “Around the time she had prevented the divorce? Were you aware that he was angry at what had happened?”

“I suppose so.” Robert agreed

“Did he ask permission to travel to London to see her that last time?”

“I believe he did.” Robert nodded his head wondering where the prosecution was taking this

“And did you recommend restraint in his dealings with his wife?”

“I don't think so.” Robert denied with a shake of his head

“You're absolutely sure?”

“Well...Perhaps I may have done.” Robert said hesitating

“You did, Lord Grantham.” the prosecutor seemed confident “Mr Bates has, in his interviews, stated that you prescribed discretion. His case is that he followed your advice. But I wonder why the defence has chosen not to refer to this.”

“I can't tell you.” Robert replied, glancing towards Bates “No.”

“And was there one statement of his that prompted you to advise him to moderate his behaviour?” The prosecutor pressed, seeking a specific answer that gave Robert a bad feeling.

“I can't remember. Not precisely.” Robert brushed off

“Give us an approximate.” the prosecutor requested, stepping closer to the stand

“I must urge that the witness gives an answer.” the judge stepped into the conversation when Robert hesitated

“I... said…” Robert paused for a moment and answered “I hoped his trip to London was to do with some property he owned. And not to do with the former Mrs Bates.”

“And how did he answer?” the prosecution asked

“He said…” Robert paused and the prosecutor glanced to the judge for assistance

“Lord Grantham.” The judge pressed, impatience creeping into his voice

“He said, 'If only she was the former. Or better still, the late.” Robert admitted roughly and the court broke out into loud speculation, Bates closed his eyes, not blaming his Lord but himself.

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“I don't know what to say, ma'am.” O’Brien murmured sadly

“They twist your words.” Mrs Hughes added on looking tired

“You had to answer their questions.” Isobel reassured them, seeing how they blamed themselves.

“I wish to God I'd never listened” Mrs Hughes sighed with regret

“Well…” Isobel trailed off unable to make her feel better

“I suppose Anna is very bitter.” O’Brien said, not blaming her “I wonder if you would tell her…”

“I know you're both praying for her.” Isobel said

“Mrs Crawley, the jury has returned!” Murray interrupted their conversation

“Are you all agreed?” the judge asked the jury

“We are, My Lord.” The foreman replied, standing up

“The prisoner will stand.” the Judge ordered and Bates stood up, awaiting his sentancing

“Do you find the prisoner to be guilty or not guilty as charged?” the Judge asked

“Guilty.” The Foreman stated and the crowd burst into chatter but Anna’s scream cut through it

“John Bates, you have been found guilty of the charge of wilful murder. You will be taken from here to a place of execution. Where you will be hanged by the neck until you are dead. And may God have mercy upon your soul.” the Judge declared slamming his gavel down as Bates let tears fall down his face.

“No! This is wrong! This is terribly, terribly wrong!” Anna screamed as Mary and Viola tried to calm her down

“Take him down.” the Judge ordered

“Anna!” Bates shouted for her as he was dragged away by two police officers

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“Thank you. We don't need anything.” Isobel said to the waiter as Anna was rushed to a chair so she could sit, Mary was worried the woman would faint

“Do sit down, Anna.” Mary ordered her gently

“You mustn't think that this is the end” Isobel softly told Anna, patting her hand

“For the judge to pronounce a death sentence is a matter of routine.” Murray as he took a seat himself, looking tired but determined

“Routine?” Anna asked in confusion

“He means the judge had no choice. If a man is found guilty of murder, he must be sentenced to death.” Matthew explained to her “But there are many reasons for it to be commuted. Many reasons.”

“Is being innocent one of them?” Anna questioned sharply, a bitter laugh escaping her as she shredded a napkin in front of her

“We have to work to change the sentence to life imprisonment.” Murray explained to her

“Life imprisonment!” Anna exclaimed in shock

“Because it won't demand a retrial or an overthrow of the Crown's case. Once we have that, we can begin to build a challenge to the verdict.” Matthew added in, wanting to help Mr Murrary who looked rather overwhelmed

“Do you understand?” Mary asked Anna gently who was looking shell shocked

“Yes, m'lady, I do.” Anna nodded her head, blinking back tears.

“I still can't believe it.” Robert said with a sigh, rubbing his head

“I'm afraid you must.” Isobel told him gently

“We'll need you to write a letter to the Home Secretary, Mr Shortt.” Matthew turned to Mr Murrary

“I'll leave for London at once and put it into his hand myself.” Murray assured him, wanting to get it done with as soon as possible

“He's a Liberal, isn't he? Pity.” Robert said

“He's a decent man.” Isobel retorted

“The flaw in their case is the question of premeditation. Even if Mr Bates had

run to the cellar for the poison and pushed it into her food, we can argue strongly he didn't plan it.” Murray told them, it was a good defence to use.

“He didn't plan it because he didn't do it.” Anna declared glaring, she knew her husband was innocent and had faith in him.

“And we'll stress the circumstantial nature of the evidence.” Matthew rushed to reassure her

“There may still be elements that come to light. What chance do you think we have?” Anna

“It's not a good chance, Mrs Bates.”Mr Murray admitted roughly “But there's still a chance.”

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Barrow watched silently as the downstairs staff mourned the sentencing of Mr Bates, curious and wanting to get information for Master Shelby but rather apathetic to the whole situation, he’d been around killers, all kinds and Mr Bates was not one of them.

Silently he grabbed his young Lord’s snack and headed upstairs, he would be hungry about now and he also wished to check on his Lady Alice. The poor girl was very uncomfortable, he’d mention the fever as soon as Lady Viola came back. But until then he would wipe her down with a cool rag and give her some medicine.

The issues of the Granthams were not his problem unless they affected his family, but Master Shelby would enjoy the information he brought.

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Viola was back by her daughters side, gently wiping a cool rag over her body, her brows were furrowed in concentration as she wiped the sweat from her daughters soft skin. She glanced up as Mary entered the room, quietly walking over to her

“How is Alice?” she asked, wriggling her fingers at the little girl who was grumbling.

“She’s got a slight fever but the rag is helping” Viola answered tiredly “hopefully it’ll break in the night”

“We can pray” Mary agreed softly “but Alice is strong…it’s funny you know?”

“What’s funny?” Viola asked her sister as she loosely swaddled her daughter, gently petting her hair as her daughter began to doze, exhausted from the illness racking her body.

“That it was you, that got married first, got pregnant first…the youngest…when it was supposed to be me” Mary said “I was engaged to patrick, I was supposed to marry him, pop out an heir and then live here all my life…just goes to show that no matter what you plan…fate will have her way”

“True” Viola hummed, entranced with watching her daughter’s chest rise and fall “but you never would have been happy with Patrick”

“No” Mary admitted “I wouldn’t but my taste in men, the choices I’ve made…well, I haven’t made the best choices nor have I had the best luck…not like you”

“Luck had nothing to do with it” Viola said “It was all Tommy”

“Yes, your gypsy boy” Mary teased gently and Viola smied at her sister.

“Aye my gypsy king who fell in love with me at first sight and then courted and wooed me until I fell back” Viola said “and then I went through a war with him by my side, and we have two wonderful children…I’d serve in a thousand more for them…the love of a mother…I love my beloved above almost anything else, but my little King and my light, oh I’d give anything for them”

Viola would tear out her own heart for her darlings, sell her soul to the devil, do the most monstrous of things…it shocked her sometimes how much love and devotion swamped her body when she looked at them. Shocked but never scared her because an absolute certainty that their happiness and health came above all else.

“Papa and I talked, he wishes for me to find a cowboy” Mary confessed to her and Viola giggled slightly

“A cowboy? How exciting, I prefer gypsy kings myself” Viola told her before staring firmly at her sister “But no, a cowboy wouldn’t make you happy. Your happiness is right in front of your nose”

“You mean…” Mary trailed off, glancing at the door before

Viola sighed in exasperation “Mary, it’s him. It’s Matthew, it will always be Mattew. Go and chase your happiness”

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Viola had taken Alice to the library, where it was warm and Viola could pick a book to read but of course that was interrupted and Daisy was currently spilling out her worries to her and Grandmama

“But you can't have been false to him.You were his wife for only half an hour.” Grandmama told her reassuringly

“It's difficult to explain, m'ladies” Daisy muttered quietly, her hands wringing in her dirty apron

“Well, try.” Grandmama told her, curious despite herself and being kind in her own gruff manner

“I led him on.” Daisy said “When he was wounded, I let him think that I loved him.

“Why?” Viola pressed gently, cuddling her snuffling daughter close to her chest.

“I thought it'd cheer him up. Give him something to live for.” Daisy admitted looking down at her hands, her cheeks burning in shame

“And you did all this when you didn't even like him?” Grandmama asked for clarification.

“No, I did like him very, very much.” Daisy rushed to say “Everyone liked our William.”

“So you married him to keep his spirits up at the end?” Grandmama wondered, her head tilted in curiosity.

“I suppose I did, yes.” Daisy nodded

“Forgive me, but that doesn't sound unloving to me. That sounds as if you loved him a great deal.” Grandmama said

“I agree” Viola stated as she smiled at Daisy “Dear, William loved you in one way and you loved him in another, you gave him peace and happiness, ensured his ending was peaceful. You’ve done no wrong”

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Mama.” Robert came walking into the library with a frown on his face “I've been outside.”

“I was looking for…” Papa interrupted and Daisy looked worried, she quickly bobed a curtsy before fleeing the room

“What was she doing?” Papa asked in curiosity, before he walked around the couch to look down at Alice, a soft smile crossing his face

“Mending the fire and suffering.” Grandmama explained dismissevly already moving on from her temporary kindness

“She shouldn't be here at this hour.” Papa said with a frown, checking his watch “Why isn't Liam on duty?”

“I don't need you to tell me the world is falling about our ears.” Grandmama replied tartly before asking “Is there any news on Bates?

“Not yet.” Papa said shaking his head “Murray has a meeting with the Home Secretary later today. We should know something then.”

“I'm surprised there isn't more in the papers.” Grandmama mused thoughtfully “Earl's valet to swing, and so on. But I've seen hardly anything. And nothing about you.”

“I quite agree. I can't enlighten you. Is that why you're here?” Papa asked her

“Not exactly.” Grandmama shook her head “I wanted to talk about Rosamund and Hepworth.”

“Careful, she might come in.” Papa warned half jokingly

“Then I shall speak quickly.” Grandmama “I want to know one thing. Is a woman of Rosamund's age entitled to marry a fortune-hunter?”

“Does she know all the facts?” Papa asked with a frown

“Yes. Yes, she does.” Grandmama nodded her head

“Then I would say yes. But for God's sake, let's tie up the money.” Papa told her and Viola arched an eyebrow, historically this family had not done well with entails.

“My thoughts exactly.” Grandmama nodded before looking at her frowning son “What is the matter, Robert?”

“Isis has gone missing. I can't think where she's got to.” Papa said with a frown on his face

“Oh, apologies Papa” Viola interjected “I’m afraid Rian stole her for some dress up, he wishes to practice for his sister in the future”

Papa smiled brightly “Oh well that’s okay then, and how is the little miss?”

Viola sighed and glanced down at her feverish daughter “She’s strong” she said simply before standing and leaving, ignoring her father who was calling after her, his voice wringing with worry.

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“Say something, if it's only goodbye.” Mary pleaded with him as the stood outside of downton abbey, shrouded by darkness.

“Did you love him?” Matthew questioned looking down at the ground beneath him

“You mustn't try to…” Mary trailed off, trying to reason or help but there was no logic to what she did

“If it was love…” Matthew trailed off, he could accept that perhaps? He didn’t know

“How could it be love? I didn't…” Mary fell silent, not knowing how to phrase it without him considering a whore?

“Then why would you?” Matthew questioned, wanting to understand

“It was lust, Matthew!” Mary cried out in exasperation “Or a need for excitement. Or something in him that I...God, what difference does it make? I'm Tess of the d'Urbervilles to your Angel Clare. I have fallen. I am impure.”

“Don't joke. Don't make it little when I'm trying to understand.” Matthew said sharply, his face twisted unpleasently

“Thank you for that.” Mary said “But the fact remains that I am made different by it. Things have changed between us.”

“Even so, you must not marry him.” Matthew told her firmly, gesturing at Downton where Carlisle was residing, it galled something in Matthew to have his future home hosting that cretin

“So I must brave the storm?” Mary asked, her voice trembling slightly

“You're strong.” Matthew swallowed his words, what he wanted to blurt out “A storm-braver if ever I saw one.”

“I wonder. Sybil and Viola, their the strong ones.” Mary said in admiration for her little sisters plain in her voice and on her face “She really doesn't care what people think, but I'm afraid I do. Papa suggested I go to New York to stay with Grandmama to ride it out.”

“You can find some unsuspecting Millionaire.” Matthew jested, wanting to beg for her to stay

“Preferably one who doesn't read English papers. “ Mary joked weakly

“Go or stay, you must sack Carlisle.” Matthew ordered her “It isn't worth buying off a month of scandal with a lifetime of misery. When is he due back?”

“Tomorrow. He and Aunt Rosamund's beau are returning for the servants' ball.” Mary told him

“Will that still go ahead?” Matthew questioned her, tilting his head

“Not if Bates is... “ Mary “Not if the worst happens. Papa hasn't faced that it probably will.”

“You were wrong about one thing.” Matthew told her, deciding to be brave

“Only one? And what is that, pray?” Mary asked, feeling a small amount of amusement, just one?

“I never would…” Matthew “I never could despise you.”

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“Mary, are you quite all right?” Matthew walked into the study, hearing the raised voices and wanting to make sure everything was alright.

“Here he is.” Carlisle sneered at Matthew with an ugly look on his face “The man who can smile and smile and be a villain. Is she not to be trusted even to get rid of me without your help?”

“I heard shouting.” Matthew said trying to remain calm “I was concerned”

“Lavinia knew it, you know.” Carlisle spat “She knew you never loved her.”

“Don't you dare.” Matthew warned quietly, feeling rage burn in his blood

“She said it once.” Carlisle stated “It was late. She was tired.You two were locked together, in the corner of the room.She said, 'If he could just admit the truth then all four of us might have a chance”

“You liar!” Matthew shouted taking a step closer

“I'm not a liar. No, I am many things, but not that.” Carlisle shook his head “She regretted it, of course. But she said it.”

“You bastard!” Matthew lost his temper and threw a fist at Carisle, the two began tussling, knocking over a vase and breaking it.

“Stop this at once!” Papa shouted walking into the room with Tommy and Grandmama, breaking the fight up. He turned towards Carlisle with an angry look.

“I presume you will be leaving in the morning, Sir Richard. What time shall I order your car?”

“How smooth you are.” Carlisle hissed at Lord Grantham with hatred “What a model of manners and elegance. I wonder if you'll be quite so serene when the papers are full of your eldest daughter's exploits.”

“I shall do my best.” Robert retorted calmly

“What on earth's the matter?” Grandmama asked still confused as to how this situation occurred

“I'm leaving in the morning, Lady Grantham.” Carlisle bowed his head to the older woman “I doubt we'll meet again.”

“Do you promise?” Grandmama asked sarcastically and Carlisle brushed past them with a face of thunder

“Sorry about the vase.” Matthew apologised quietly

“Don't be, don't be.” Grandmama reassured him “It was a wedding present

from a frightful aunt. I have hated it for half a century!”

“Might…Might I have a private word with Tommy perhaps?” Matthew asked the room and they nodded and filed out.

“Nice punch” Tommy praised him “Though, I would’ve done worse”

Matthew snorted “yes, I imagine a gangster would”

“Alleged” Tommy told him with a smirk

Matthew found a brief moment of amusement before saying one word “Pamuk”

Tommy stilled before he tilted his head and stared at Matthew with his unnerving ice blue eyes, remaining quiet.

“I know of the whole affair” Matthew told Tommy who blinked slow, cat-like and unhurried.

“Do you now?” Tommy asked before speaking to himself “Mary really has to learn to keep her fuckin’ mouth shut, seems to be a problem for you lot, incriminating yourselves”

“What?” Matthew frowned “it’s hardly incriminating to…well, you know…Mary said that you knew about the affair…”

Tommy arched an eyebrow, staring at him stoically “And?”

Matthew opened and closed his mouth for a moment before asking “If…if it had been cousin Viola…and yourself..? What, what is…what would you think of the situation…”

Tommy was silent for a moment before stating simply “what does it fuckin’ matter?”

“Pardon?” Matthew asked with a frown

“What does it fuckin’ matter?” Tommy repeated himself “I love Stailc tintreach, I will always love and adore Stailc tintreach, that is all that matters. Stop making it so fuckin’ complicated, aye?”

Leaving his iditiotic, dumbfounded cousin, Tommy turned and left the room.

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“The Home Secretary finds that many details call into question the

case for premeditation. The point is, he will not hang.” Robert explained to the gathered group in the library

“But it's still life imprisonment.” Anna said, her voice shaking

“Yes but he won’t die” Tommy pointed out calmly “he has time, which is what you need”

“And police can be bought or….otherwise” He grunted at the elbow Sybil dug into his ribs but she kept a serene smile on her face

“Don't dwell on that. Not now.” Mary told Anna gently “It's life, not death. That's all we need to think about.”

“We've a task ahead of us, it's true. Bates will live and he is innocent. In time, we'll prove it and he will be free.” Robert promised

“I must go and see him. Today. They'll let me, won't they?” Anna turned to Lord Grantham pleadingly, she knew he had done her many kindnesses but she still had to ask

“I can't believe they won't. I'll get Pratt to run you into York.” Robert assured her

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“Can I give you some whisky to fortify you for the coming ordeal?” Robert offered, holding the open bottle of whisky towards him

“That's very kind. Is there anyone I should dance with particularly?” Matthew asked as he accepted the glass.

“Well, Cora opens it with Carson.” Robert explained to him

“Not cousin Violet?” Matthew asked, usually she would be the first to be acknowledged, as was her due according to her.

“Not since my father died. No. Mama ought to dance “with my valet but we let it lapse while Bates was here.” Papa explained

“Then I join in with Mrs Hughes. So perhaps it would be nice if you were to partner O'Brien.” Robert told him with a mischievous smile

“Crikey.” Matthew muttered half-jokingly

“By the way, Mary told me about Mr Swire.” Rober said to him

“At least I was with him. And we'd made our peace. I didn't deserve it. I let Lavinia down.” Matthew admitted roughly, Lavinia would always be his greatest shame

“You were ready to marry her, Matthew. You would have kept your word. You can't be blamed for feelings beyond your control. If Swire had any inkling of that, he would have respected you for it.” Robert assured Matthew

“Glug those drinks down, we have to go in!” Cora ordered them, a bright smile across her face

“I dare you” Viola hissed at Barrow, eyes alight in mischievous joy as he gently guided her about the room, he made an excellent dancer and he was happy to chase away his Ladies worries even if, for a brief moment.

“My lady, are you asking me to dishonour you and dance with the lady dowager? Who is not even apart of my household?” Barrow whispered back, his voice playful and teasing, he truly loved serving his family and knew that Lady Viola considered him to be a friend and trusted confidant.

“I shall dance with Osiris…unless your too chicken?” Viola smirked at him and he straightened, eyes narrowed.

“Right I’ll show you chicken!” Barrow glared at her without heat before striding over to her Grandmama, his tall figure cutting confidently across the room.

“Here he comes to claim his prize.” Mary teased her Grandmama, who was looking quite young with the excitement of it all

“My Ladyship, may I have the honour of this dance?” Barrow asked her playfully, bowing properly as was her due.

“Yes, it is a waltz.” Grandmama nodded her head, looking pleased “I'm far too old for that awful foxtrot.”

“What about the black bottom, my Lady?” Barrow retorted cheekily

“Just keep me upright. Then we'll try to avoid it.” Grandmama informed him primly

Viola laughed happily as she watched Barrow and Grandmama slowly waltz across the room, the bastard even had the cheek to wink at her!

“Having fun Stailc tintreach?” Tommy murmured in her ear and she nodded, pressing a kiss to her husbands cheek before sighing.

“I was going to head up and check on Rian and Alice, I know it’s just a cold, but still…”

“I understand Stailc tintreach” Tommy said pressing a reassuring kiss to her cheek “I’ll come with you”

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“Do you want to dance?” Matthew asked Mary

“Why not?” Mary laughed lightly, taking Matthew’s hand as he led her to the dancefloor.

“How are your plans for America going?” Matthew asked her as he began to lead her across the floor.

“I'll book my crossing as soon as I hear back from Grandmama.” Mary told him, her mind whirring with thoughts and memories.

“Will you be gone long?” Matthew asked her quietly, hand tightening around her own as if he could keep her here.

“I don't know. I'll have to see.” Mary replied

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“Something is wrong” Viola shook her head, spinning to Tommy “I can feel it in my bones”

“Alright Stailc tintreach” Tommy told her, glancing worriedly at Alice “I’ll fetch Dr Stoyle, aye?”

“Thank you Beloved” Viola murmured as she placed her hand on her daughter’s chest, hearing the laboured breathing.

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“That was fun.” Matthew smiled to Mary as they stepped outside for some fresh air “There will be a few thick heads in the morning.”

“No doubt they think it's worth it.” Mary said with a laugh, the glow of Downton abbey making her look ethereal.

“You're really going to America.” Matthew questioned her “Would Carlisle make your life a nightmare if you stayed?”

“I couldn't tell you.” Mary shrugged “Maybe. Even if he does let me go, my story is still out there. And always will be.”

“Would you stay?” Matthew stepped closer, desperation or urgency rising in his voice, he wasn’t sure which “If I asked you to.”

“Matthew, you don't mean that.You know yourself we carry more luggage

than the porters at King's Cross!” Mary shook her head in denial “And what about the late Mr Pamuk? Won't he... resurrect himself every time we argued?”

“No.” Matthew said simply, he would never do that to Mary

“You mean you've forgiven me?” Mary asked stepping forward, her eyes shining with hope

“No, I haven't forgiven you.” Mattew denied

“Well, then.” Mary said eyes dropping to the ground, swallowing her pain.

“I haven't forgiven you because…” Matthew trailed off before forging ahead determined to get it out “I don't believe you need my forgiveness. You've lived your life and I've lived mine. And now it's time we lived them together.”

“We've been on the edge of this so many times, Matthew. Please don't take me there again unless you're sure.” Mary pleaded with him, hope warring with her cynicism as she stared at Matthew, the snow fell softly around them but the world itself could be on fire and she wouldn’t know.

“I am sure.” Matthew told her firmly with a nod, it was time he started living.

“And your vows to the memory of Lavinia?” Mary asked sofly, she couldn’t live in the shadow of another woman. She had just gotten her freedom, she would not lose it again.

“I was wrong.” Matthew admitted “I don't think she wants us to be sad. She was someone who never caused a moment's sorrow in her whole life.

“I agree.” Mary nodded her head

“Then will you?” Matthew asked stepping closer to her

“You must say it properly. I won't answer unless you...kneel down and everything!” Mary demanded

“Lady Mary Crawley…” Matthew said as he took her hands and knelt on the cold ground, staring up at the woman he loved with all of his heart “will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

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“You’re wrong” Viola denied flatly, glaring at Dr. Stoyle, who stood next to her daughter, her precious little girl. Who she loved more than anything.

“Vi, love, I’m not” he told her offering a comforting hand but she smacked him away before turning on Osiris, her eyes blazing with rage.

“Fetch another doctor, now” she hissed, tears welling in her eyes but she swiped them impatiently, she did not have time for tears right now. Her daughter needed her, needed her to find someone fuckin’ competant becuase clearly Stoyle was shite.

“Stailc tintreach” Tommy came up to her, crooning as if she was some kind of wild animal, and she shook her head desperately. She could see the painful acceptance in her husband’s eyes, the grim resignation shining there and she did not, could not…wished not to have to do similarly.

“He’s wrong, tell him he’s wrong” Viola pleaded with Tommy, tears falling “P-please Tommy, not her, not our baby…”

“It’ll be okay, it’ll be fine” Tommy hushed her gently, arms wrapped around her as he muttered sweet irish words.

Viola hiccuped and broke in her husbands arms, biting down on his shoulder to silence her scream of pain, tears burnt like fire down her face as she heaved, murmuring nonse pleas for it to not be true.

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“You wished to talk?” Robert Crowley stared at Thomas with concerned eyes, where was his daughter? Why had a doctor been summoned? One that he didn’t know? Where was Dr Clarkson? He was closer after all, what the hell was going on?

Tommy Shebly swallowed heaving, looking like a wreck, shaking hand clenched into fists, he had finally managed to scrape his wife together for a brief moment, to remind her of their purpose. To protect and care for their daughter, he had left her to interrogate Dr Stoyle while he broke the news to their family.

“It…its A-Alice” Tommy’s voice hitched as he desperately stared at some landscape portrait on the opposite wall, eyes burning. The gasps were muffled as if underwater, and he desperately wished to be anywhere else, even in those damnable tunnels. He clenched his jaw painfully, feeling an aching hole in his chest, the pain was similar but so much worse than when he got shot, emotions leaking out and choking him. There was no enemy to fight only a reality to face and it hurt. It hurt so bad, he wanted to scream and rage and fight until his knuckles were bloody, his chest heaving from exertion as he tore through his enemies like a wild animal but there was nothing for him to fight, nothing for him to outsmart or to threaten and blackmail.

He just had to be strong, for his wife and daughter and son. But how the fuck was he supposed to do that when he was shattering? Like too much weight on a frozen lake, the first crack had been made and they were branching out…soon enough, he would fall into the icy depths…in the back of his mind, he heard the start of the minute. that fuckin' solider's minute ticking away but it wasn't his minute, no, not his, but his daughters...tick, tick, tick...

“What is it?” Cora asked her face pale, staring at Tommy with a pleading look, looking so much like her daughter that Tommy had to look away, wincing in shame.

“What is wrong with Alice?!” Grandmama demanded urgently, her face pinched with worry.

Tommy swallowed heavily and blinked, letting the tears fall freely down his face unchecked.

“She has whooping cough” he rasped out, hearing the clock stop ticking as a bell tolled.

 

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