A/N: Since Lady Sybil was (and will probably remain) my favourite character in the show and I miss her wit so very much I hit on an idea to play a little with some old stuff. In, I won't deny it, rather a peculiar way;) Can you imagine Sybil as an opposite of the sweetest spirit? If there is an interest I want it to be a series of stories of different kinds. They won't be connected to each others. Her words will also have different effects and meet with the interlocutor's different reactions. I would like each chapter to contain one scene from past seasons. The title shows which one, so that you can remind yourself the original versions before reading mine. Have couple of ideas up my sleeve so please let me know if this is a crap or something worth continuing!

Warning: Your other, favorite characters and couples may be picked to pieces! Please don't be angry with Sybil – her only fault is that she just cannot hold her tongue sometimes ;)

Disclaimer: Written for fun, not for profits. I don't own these characters, they belong to Julian Fellows and I thank him for inspirations.


'Sybil Tells It Like It Is"
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CHAPTER 1

3x03

'Tonight or tomorrow?'

On the evening before Edith's big day the family were sitting in the drawing room discussing the future which is waiting for the middle Crawley sister.

'You really should go to bed. No bride wants to look tired. It either means she's anxious or been up to no good.' – advised the Dowager Countess finally.

'I won't sleep a wink' – said the bride to be, her voice excited.

'Some nerves before the ceremony are understandable.' - said Sybil taking a sip of tea.

When the rest of the family went back to the talk she leaned and turned directly to her elder sister.

'But take it easy, Edith. You must only survive tonight.'

Edith looked at Sybil questioningly.

'I won't count on sparks and fireworks to come in the future if I were you, Darling. You will be blessed with long, peaceful nights.' – she added.

'Sybil!'

'You'll have a good night's sleep! Actually I envy you.' – she paused –' A little bit. Unless, of course, he won't snore… oh no,' – she shook her head –' I doubt, that's impossible you have such a bad luck! But it might happen when you put an aristocratic origin above other values...'

'You're unfair, I love him!' – Edith shouted but fell silent when her sister shushed her. Right -drawing attention of the others was the last thing she wanted.

'And he loves me! You say so because he is older.' – Edith whispered embittered.

'Honestly, I didn't mean the age, rather the personality.' – said Sybil quietly - 'Forgive me to ask but… did he ever kiss you on lips?'

Edith blushed, looked down and shook her head.

'That's what I thought.'

There was an awkward silence.

Sybil looked above her sister's head to the corner of the room. Tom was looking at her meaningfully. When their eyes met he walked his fingers along his palm and mouthed 'Can we go' then moved his head up adding 'upstairs, now?' to finally place his hand as if in pray whispering 'Please'. She smiled to him rolling her eyes.

'I never thought…What should I do now?' – continued Edith troubled.

Mrs. Branson looked at her sister apologetically and took her hand.

'I'm not the best person to give you advices since, you know, my husband…' – she stopped when she saw Edith's eyes started to fill with tears - 'Maybe you should ask Anna how she deal with such things? She may be in kind of similar situation…'

'You think so?' – asked Edith with hope – 'Well, you might be right…'

Sybil nodded with a genuine compassion.

'I thought our honeymoon would be so exciting – Rome, Florence, Venice!'

'I'm afraid that even Verona wouldn't put him into the proper mood, Darling.'

Edith sighed heavily. The two of them were sitting in silence again.

'Anyway'– Sybil said slowly standing up – 'Think about it, Edith. You know, there is still some time.'

'But…?'

'Would you excuse me now?' – asked Sybil.

Confused Edith unwillingly released her sister's hand. Sybil gasped.

'The time for my own restless night just came.'