So, this is what I thought would happen if Branson didn't have a heart mummer. Based on the song by Train. Set during the episode that Branson is told her can't go to war, ignoring the ones afterwards. (I can't remember which one it is.)
I looked up from my newspaper when I heard footsteps stop in front of me. Sybil stood in front of me, her eyes red, her cheeks stained with tears. "Branson, tell me what my father told me isn't true!" She exclaimed, her cheeks red with anger, or maybe it was sadness, maybe, just maybe.
"Depends on what he told you." I said, trying to act like I didn't want to wrap my arms around her and tell her not to cry. She shook her head, her hair coming free from her complex braid.
"That you're going to war, that you're part of the army." She said angrily, tears flowing freely now. I got up and leaned against the car.
"So what if I am?" I asked, smirking at her. She threw her hands up, rolling her eyes.
"So, I care about you Branson, you're my friend." I cheered to myself on the inside, she admitted that she cared about me.
"I have lots of friends, and lots of them want me to go to war." She sighed, blinking furiously and brushing away her tears.
"Fine, I love you Branson, I've tried to convince myself that I don't, but I do. I love you." She said before turning and running out of the garage. I smiled and turned back to the car, she loved me. Lady Sybil, loved me, the revolutionist chauffer.
Short, I know. I might continue this, depending on what reviews tell me. But until then, this is a one shot.