Disclaimer: I do not own Downton Abbey. I hear it has leaky pipes and termites, not to mention this problem with the heir. Downton belongs to Julian Fellowes and other people that aren't me.

For the moment, this is just a one-shot, although I'd like to write more Anna/Mr. Bates. We'll see. (For you poor sods who were hoping for an update on one of my other stories, you have my apologies. My laptop's on the fritz at the moment and real life has infringed on my writing time. I am working on the other stuff, but this little piece just wouldn't let me go.)

"Comrades in Arms"

"Before you leave, Miss Smith, can I ask you one last question?"

"Of course, Mrs. Bates," Anna said politely and lowered herself back into the chair she'd just been vacating.

"Why do you care so much? You took time out of your stay in London to talk to John's army colleagues and then to come and find me." She gave Anna a curious look and folded her hands in her lap. "I can't help but wonder why."

Anna flushed a little, but had her answer ready. "He's been accused of stealing an Downton and might lose his position, but something seemed off about his confession. I was in London in any case and thought I might be able to help him… as a friend."

Mrs. Bates smiled at the young woman. She had seen the look on her face before—in the mirror when she'd first met her dear Edward. This lovely and caring young lady was gone over her John or she was a tea kettle. "Might it be a little more than friendship, dear?"

Anna blushed more fully now and looked a little chagrined as she said, "It might be… but he is still married."

"For now, dear." She leaned over and picked up Anna's hand. "If ever you want to write to me… about anything… feel free. I've enjoyed our meeting today and it's always nice to have someone to talk with about one's children."

Anna stood again and smiled warmly down at the mother of the man she loved. "I'd like that very much, Mrs. Bates. Thank you."

As Anna walked towards Moorfields, she felt much better than she had in days. She'd have a quick word with Lord Grantham and Mr. Bates wouldn't have to leave Downton. She was sure he'd be upset that she'd talked to his mother, but better for him to stay and be mad at her than for him to leave.

Mrs. Bates closed the curtain after Anna turned the corner. John had mentioned her in passing in a few of his letters, but she'd have to ask some more pointed question and see what she could find out. If the affection went both ways she'd be thrilled. Clearly this trusting and loyal creature would be much better for her son than Vera ever was.

Both women were glad to know that they'd found someone to commiserate with over the unfailing honor and intractable stoicism of John Bates. Shortly after, when letters regularly started going back and forth between Anna Smith and Mrs. Bates, if neither mentioned it to Mr. Bates, well, his ignorance wouldn't hurt him, now would it?