Downton Abbey Comment Ficathon
With the new season upon us, and fandom all extra-enthusiastic, I figured now would be a great time for this. Because there can never be enough Downton Abbey fic, and there certainly isn't enough now!
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“Well I am glad me taking my husband back won’t be depriving you all of his hard working spirit.”
Sarah grimaced slightly and reached for the teapot, pleased to feel there was still some in there and it was still warm. She poured herself a cup and took the seat where Mr Bates must have been.
“You don’t mind me ‘avin’ the rest of this I ‘ope. It’ll only go to waste.”
Vera shook her head and retook her seat, looking significantly more awkward now that Sarah had settled herself. It seemed keeping people on their feet and unnerving them were stock in trade for Mrs Bates and Sarah made a mental note to use it in future whenever she could.
“And as for Mr Bates, Downton stood before ‘e came here, it’ll survive ‘im beggarin’ off.”
Vera slid back into her seat like quicksilver and reached for her own half-drunk from cup. Her eyes never left O’Brien as she contemplated this information - taking John away from Downton had lost some of its shine but then again, the rest of them had always been the bonus rather than the prize itself. John was coming with her and it was going to hurt Miss Smith. The fact that Miss O’Brien looked completely unconcerned as she sipped her tea and poked around the small plate of biscuits Mrs Hughes had given them really wasn’t important.
O’Brien looked up to meet her gaze.
“I would ask a favour though, if you don’t mind?”
The corners of Vera’s eyes crinkled slightly as her face tightened. Everywhere you went in the whole bloody world there was always someone wanting something.
“Go on.”
“If you’re goin’ to upset ‘im that much on a daily basis would you write to me ‘ere and tell me about it.”
Vera’s eyes opened rather dramatically at that and she couldn’t help a laugh spilling from her lips, one not nearly as controlled and sinister as the faint sign of amusement she’d displayed at Johnny earlier. O’Brien smiled too and Vera had a feeling she’d identified an ally in this house.
“I need some good news to get me through the war after all.”
“Go on then. I wouldn’t want you to be miserable. But do write and tell me how Miss Smith’s getting on,” she sipped her tea and her eyes danced as she met O’Brien’s. “I feel terrible you understand, but he is my husband.”
After they finished their tea Sarah slipped out of the sitting room, passing Mrs Hughes with a nod and going about her business with a new spring in her step. She encountered Anna in the servant’s hall and couldn’t help but smirk.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothin’. Where’s Mr Bates?”
Anna bristled.
“With his wife for the moment. Vera. She’s here.”
“Vera was it?” Sarah nodded and collected up the mending she had left at the table earlier before departing. “Very friendly woman.”
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