A/N: Hello people! Thank you for clicking on my story! And welcome to the Missing Moments first part: Developments. This chapter is set in Series 1 Episode 4 after the first S/T scene (aka the Pamphlet Scene!). I hope you enjoy it!

As Sybil sat in the backseat of the motor, she fingered the colourful Women's Rights pamphlets in her lap, pondering the alarming design request she'd given her dressmaker for her new frock and her family's reaction to it when it would arrive. Surely they would hate it, but her mother always told her that actions speak louder than words. So if her family would not listen to her opinions on women's rights, her opinions would be pretty hard to miss if Sybil were bedecked in them.

The moment Sybil had climbed into the motor, she had told Branson of her scheme. It seemed only fair since he had given her the pamphlets which gave her the idea for the frock. This raised an entirely new question in her mind. Sybil lifted her head up to stare at the back of the chauffeur's, who was driving in silence from Ripon back to Downton. At first Sybil was shy to speak up and ask her question, then reminded herself that he had spoken quite candidly with her about his politics on the way into Ripon. After a few minutes of staring at the back of Branson's head, Sybil finally spoke up, her voice quavering slightly.

"Um…Branson?"

"Yes milady?" His head turned slightly to the left to acknowledge her.

"I was just wondering why you're taking such an interest in me-er-I mean my interests." Sybil was glad that he was facing the road for he could not see her turn a delicate shade of pink at her slip up. "What I mean," she continued, "is that you don't even know me."

"Maybe not," he replied. "But I guess I'm just glad to be proved wrong."

"How were you proved wrong?"

"It's just that when I came to England and got a job here I thought that all you aristocratic women would be the same: content with the curtseying and calling and constant changes for dinner. I guess I never thought that a woman who had everything she could ever want would have a desire to get involved in the real world."

"Well, I don't have everything I could ever want," said Sybil quietly, her eyes dropping to the pamphlets again.

"What do you want? Really?" For a split second Branson turned around and looked her straight in the eye. Sybil felt his blue eyes penetrate into her innermost thoughts and feelings, the ones she kept hidden from view. She thought that from that one look he could know all her hopes and dreams because they were his, too. But when she blinked he was facing ahead again and she found them travelling on the gravelly road approaching Downton Abbey.

"What I want," Sybil said, "is for someone to take my opinions as a human being seriously. Not just because I'm the daughter of an Earl."

"I do," answered Branson. "I would; for as long as you wanted me to."

"Are you offering me your confidence?" Sybil asked.

"That…" He paused, as if unsure as to whether or not he should complete his statement. "And, I suppose, my friendship."

Before Sybil could respond they pulled up into the drive in front of the house. Branson quickly hopped out of the front seat and rushed to open the car door for Sybil. When Sybil had climbed out of the car she turned to face him.

"Alright," she said. "I believe I would be quite happy of your friendship, Mr. Branson. Shall we shake on it?" She stuck her hand out to him. He stared at it for a moment before smiling so widely it seemed to make his eyes sparkle. Sybil felt her stomach squirm as he grabbed her hand with his and gave it one firm shake.

"Alright, Lady Sybil. We're friends."

For a while the pair of them just stood outside the house, not knowing what to say to the other, until Sybil realised that they were still holding hands. She awkwardly took her hand from his, cleared her throat and said "Well, goodbye Branson."

He responded with a "Goodbye" in return as she pushed through the large front doors.

As Sybil climbed up the stairs to her room, she smiled to herself as she reflected on her new friendship with the chauffeur: one of the best developments of the day.

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