Hit writers block with my other sotry so i thought i'd write some Downton/Inception. Know there's a lot of love for these two! Inception characters will appear next chapter, just got to set the scene you know! So enjoy!

Jo x

14th October 1916, 11:52pm

Matthew stumbled onto his bed in Crawley House and flung his walking stick across the room in anger. What use was a simple piece of wood in trying to help him walk again? Ever since that major offensive in Somme he'd been stumbling. Stumbling, limping, falling. Life seemed like a constant battle for him as memories of war and death tormented his days and haunted his nights. He remembered that valet at the main house who'd sustained a limp from battle. What was his name again? Bates! That's the one. His thoughts slowly turned to his friends who he left behind up at the front, Sgt "Herb" Collins, Cpt "Chuck" Wilkinson. All the good times he'd spent laughing, sharing letters and playing poker with those men; it almost put a smile back on his face for the first time since July. Tom, he thought. Tom Branson. His vague smile began to sink again. He didn't see what had happened to him but he could tell by the nurse's expressions on the front that it wasn't good news. He began taking of his jacket and tie before lying back on the pillows and resting his eyes. Slowly he drifted in and out of consciousness before falling asleep at exactly 12:03am.

Sybil couldn't take it a moment longer. She'd been holding back the tears as long as possible since she heard the news at the dinner table that evening. Ever since Carson gave papa a telegram at the dinner table; announced the death of Cpl Tom Branson. The moment she heard the words uttered from her father's mouth she could feel her heart implode. It wasn't until she excused herself from the main party because of a headache did she get the chance to escape to her room. All the noises in the room seemed to echo around her and she needed some space. She ran inter her room and collapsed on the bed before pulling out some of his letters from her bedside draws.

Dearest Friend, She read. Corresponding with you has been a life saver up here at the front. I can't tell you how excited I get when I see your latest letter being handed to me! Reading your words somehow reminds me of the good times we spent back at Downton. Our conversations, our journeys, your passion for equality, your face, your smile, your gleaming grey/bluey eyes with that hint of brown in! It makes my heart race wildly. The reason is you see, that time I held your hand at the garden party on that awful day, well, I know it's out of place for me to say this but, I think I'm in love with you. You can write back telling me to knock some sense into me, but I had to let you know how I feel. You're the most amazing creature I've ever met.

Until next time,

Love Tom.

She let out the most heart-wrenching cry as the tears began to flow, smudging his words of love. He would never know how she truly felt, that she felt exactly the same way. Too late. She thought to herself. Much too late. She lied down on the pillow as she slowly tired from the crying and she drifted off at exactly 12:03am.

Anna could sense the shock in the atmosphere below stairs. Their good friend who would dine with them every day was gone. She got into bed, tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. But as she closed her eyes, all she could see was John's staring right back at her. It filled her heart and the love she felt started overflowing as a smile. For a few blissful moments everything seemed to be perfect. She had her man, she had her job and (thankfully) her life was on a whole unattached to the death 300 miles away in the trenches. But one word brought those moments crumbling down. One name. Vera. She couldn't decode John at all. What had he done wrong (if anything)? What has she done? Why won't he tell her the truth? All these questions were being tossed about in her mind that she quickly grew weary; falling asleep at exactly 12:03am.

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