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Somehow, now that Downton Abbey is finally all over, I couldn’t help writing a fix-it fic for my OTP.  So here’s a drabble, set in a season 6 AU, to present my version of how the show really ended for the Bransons, assuming everything else on DA that didn’t involve them followed canon.

Note – this contains spoilers for season 6, and non-STEAMM pairings, apart from the Bransons.

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“Michael – if you don’t stop running
around and come and sit at the table nicely, I’ll…”

“You’ll what, Mam?”

“Cheeky article.  You just come over here to me, young man.”

The boy gave his mother a crooked
grin before coming back over to the breakfast table and picking up his half-eaten slice of toast and jam.

Sybil sighed as she ran her hand over
his hair, smoothing back the fringe that was forever falling in his eyes.

Just like his father…

She turned around to look at Tom, who
was gulping down the last of his mug of tea.

“Your son is going to break my heart,
one of these days.”

“My
son, hmmm?  I seem to recall it took the
both of us to bring this young demon into the world.”

The same smile as the boy’s crinkled
his mouth, the smile that always made her want to kiss him.

And he knew it.

They shared a long look before Sybil
turned back to her plate, picking up a letter that lay beside it.  Running the butter knife along the edge to
open it, she pulled out a couple of creamy, expensive sheets of paper with her mother’s monogram.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” she
exclaimed, with a thick Dublin accent, as she perused the pages.

“What is it, mo ghile?”

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Happy accident

This story was written as part of the Sybil x Tom fandom Secret Santa fic exchange, convened on Tumblr by the lovely @yankeecountess (thank you for organising it!), based on her own prompt!

Many apologies for being late, my dear – at least I nearly made Orthodox Christmas. 🙂 I hope you enjoy your story and wishing you all the best for the New Year!

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“Hello? Are you OK? Oh God, look at you… don’t worry, I’m here, it’s all right. Just hold on…”

Sybil felt rather than saw the torch in her eyes, heard a voice speaking in a comforting accent she couldn’t immediately place. Her head was pounding, she felt dizzy, and her whole body ached as if she’d just survived a boxing match.

Where am I?

The open car door beside her was yanked further back, with a couple of jerks to get it over the snow that was drifting beside it, and someone reached across her to undo her seat belt.

Then, she felt herself being scooped up like a child, held against a broad chest, cradled in strong arms. In her dazed state, only one word came to her mind.

Safe…

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