Author's Note: This story popped into my head while waiting for my friend. I don't usually write ocs but I think just this one story will be okay. Takes place after the Season 3 Christmas Special, but before O'Brien leaves. Please read and review!

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"Is Thomas Barrow here?"

A young woman stood in the doorway. She carried a tiny clutch, her hands were chapped and peeling. Mrs. Hughes' eyebrows shot up. The under-butler didn't get many visitors especially during dinnertime.

"Thomas, there's a young lady here to see you,"

She called with one hand on the door.

He got up from his seat to the shock of the other servants at the table. A lady, calling for Thomas? When he saw her standing outside he put on a soft smile. The rain fell slowly, drops hitting her hat with a soft plip. Mrs. Hughes motioned for them to talk outside. Mr. Carson wouldn't permit guests during dinner.

"Lyn, what are you doing here?"

She took a step toward him, her shoes sinking in the mud. Putting a hand on his cheek, she searched his eyes for a moment before her hand dropped from his face. He caught her hand in both of his. She felt the soft leather of his gloved hand.

"I need help,"

His initial smile vanished as he unconsciously gravitated closer. The noise from the servants' hall could barely be heard over the sound of the rain, falling freely on Thomas' black hair.

"Are you in-"

His eyes roamed over her stomach before continuing.

"Trouble?"

She started sobbing then. Her hands traveled to his downstairs' coat. He rubbed his hands over her back, ignoring the rain as it pelted harder. They stood like that for a while. His jacket was soaked; whether from the rain or her tears he couldn't tell. She had no nails to dig into him, had nothing to cling to anyways, except Thomas.

"Are you still outside?"

Mrs. Hughes opened the door watching them.

"Come inside, you can use Mr. Carson's office"

She kept most of her face buried behind Thomas' back. He took her hand and carefully guided her through the doorway as if it was a portal to another world. Ivy and Daisy stopped cleaning the table, noticing the girl hiding behind Thomas. Jimmy and Alfred were still at the table playing cards.

"Who's this?"

Asked Jimmy, putting on one of his signature grins. She shrank further back as if he was some sort of monster. Thomas ignored him moving quicker to the office. Jimmy and Alfred shared a look. Something had to be very wrong for the underbutler to ignore his favorite footman. Mr. Carson was just locking the door when Thomas showed up.

"Mrs. Hughes said we could use your office."

He harrumphed but unlocked the door nonetheless.

"5 minutes, Mr. Barrow"

"Could we have a little more time, please?"

Mr. Carson had known Thomas for a while, and he almost never used courteous speech. He took a closer look at the girl, only then noticing her disheveled state. She wore a soaked hat, muddy shoes, and tear tracks evident on her face. He revised his statement.

"10 minutes"

He sat her in one of the two chairs in front of Mr. Carson's desk. She shivered, goose bumps appearing on her skin. Thomas draped his coat over her, realizing it wouldn't help much since it was wet.

"Do you have a job?"

She shook her head. The tears welled in her eyes again.

"I'll start to show soon."

He didn't bother asking who the father was, she wouldn't know. The last time he saw her she worked at a hotel, cleaning while pleasuring men on the side. He sighed heavily and leaned back on the desk. He felt his bruised ribs protest from the deep exhale.

"Where are you staying?"

He sat down next to her, taking her hands in his own and talking softly, almost like talking to a frightened child.

"I have a small apartment not far from here, but my money's running out."

Thomas ran a hand through his wet locks. This was quite the predicament she was in.

"I'm sure we'll find something for you. I've got some cash saved up,"

She wouldn't look up at him. Her head sunk lower in between her shoulders.

"Unless you want to get married?"

He joked, trying to get her to laugh, however small. She glanced up at him then.

"Do you mean it?"

He must've made a grimace because she almost started crying again. He tried to fix the situation quickly by putting a hand over his injured ribs.

"Sorry, got into a fight the other day and my ribs still hurt,"

She took a deep breath, now uncertain of her place with Thomas.

"If you want to get married, then of course we can."

He pulled the glove tighter on his hand.

She drew the jacket around her tighter.

"Really? You don't mind?"

He tried to brush it off casually, swishing a hand through the air.

"You know how I am. Besides I don't mind spending the rest of my life with you"

She got up from the chair, throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.

"My next day off is at the end of the week. We'll do it then so no one will think anything about the baby,"

Just then Mr. Carson came in. He looked appalled at the scene before him. Affection was not to be shown in such a public place, especially his office. He cleared his throat as loudly as he could. They both turned towards him, a blush covering her face.

"Sorry Mr. Carson we've just finished."

He walked her out again. More servants were at the table this time. Anna and Mr. Bates were talking quietly over the newspaper. Jimmy and Alfred were still playing cards. Ivy and Daisy, in a rare moment of respite, chatted next to the boys, eyeing them every so often. Lyn stopped by the door, turning to give back his coat. Thomas pushed it back toward her, taking note of her small smile that accompanied the gesture.

"I love you Thomas, I love you so much."

At that remark the heads around the table shot up. Lyn didn't seem to notice as she walked back out the door, the rain gone.