Summary: On the evening of Edith's wedding day, her long loss love, Michael came back. Bertie/Edith/Michael
Genre: Romance
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Warnings: Language, Sexual Themes
A/N: x.x this is my very first Downton Abbey fanfic. I do not and will not own Downton Abbey, I just own my own original plot. This story should be very short tho. X.X
Upon Coming Back
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PROLOGUE
A telegraph or even a call on the phone didn't arrive before his arrival to Downton Abbey. The building had never really changed over the years he had been gone.
Michael pulled down his grey hat so it would covered much more of his top facial area. This was it. The time had come for him to meet her….to tell her that he was sorry….that he still loved her….that he came back and lived just for her. He felt somewhat dread overcome him.
The servants didn't gave him a passing glance, the new ones, he noted that didn't work here when he last came.
He had rung the front entrance of the mansion and waited for almost twenty minutes without prevail, the butler or whomever was in charge didn't even greet his arrival yet and he not one to turn back now, after coming this far just to give up and leave.
So he just let himself in. He knew that it will certainly, be looked upon as rude, but he just have to see her.
Inside was unusually decorated for some event. Flowers lingered throughout the halls and the two footmen, he supposed started to unfold a decorated rug.
Did she move on? He hoped not. He walked farther inside, only to hear someone uttered his name in shock and surprised.
"Mr. Gregson?" The sound of the voice wasn't her. He felt rather disappointed, but he gave the person acknowledgment either way.
The person sounded very familiar. A woman with short dark brown haired stood at the top of the stairway. She wore a thin dark navy dress that didn't covered her arms. He automatically, recognized her as Edith's sister, Mary.
Mary looked at him like she had saw a ghost. She might be right about that. He didn't really look the same a few years ago. He wore second hand clothes that he had stolen in a house in Germany, on his trip back. The hat on his head hid the most important of his injuries, a scar that was left behind.
"This cannot be." She walked down the stairway, her hand trailed down the rail in a hurry.
"Hello, Lady Mary." Michael spoke rather unease,
"You cannot be here." Mary stated once more, this time with full certain and on the borderline of panicked.
"I'm here to see Edith, Lady Edith." He said, gathering up his courage.
"You need to leave." Was his reply.
"What's going on? What's happening?"
"Edith is getting married today and I cannot have you here. This will ruin everything for her. You need to go, if you truly love Edith you will let her have this happiness and just go." Mary spoke rather uncharacteristic.
The shock hit him like a pile of bricks. Edith's getting married. Today is her wedding day….she haven't waited…she moved on. He couldn't blamed her. He had been gone for about three years, plenty of time to just move on.
But either way, he just have to speak to her. Just to hear her voice at least one last time.
Before he can speak out once more, he heard her.
"Mary, who are you talking to? Have you found Mother?" Her voice echoed and Michael felt his heart began to tumble against his chest second by second hearing extra footsteps on the stairway, coming closer to them.
Then he saw her. The world stopped. She didn't glance at him at first but instead to her sister. When her eyes did reached his, he saw a flicker of emotion passed through her eyes.
"M-Michael?" Her voice croaked a few seconds later, her voice held both shock and something else he couldn't even defined.