Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Downton Abbey or any of the characters. Julian Fellowes beat me to it.
1. Waiting
She waited. Or more specifically, she was waiting for him. She'd waited a long time for this moment. To see her husband, to not have a table between them and to finally touch him. No guard watching them. Time on their own. Time together. She stood outside the wrought iron gates, a chauffeur waiting patiently in a car a few steps behind, that would take them back to Downton. She began to grow impatient. Thoughts that had plagued her for months resurfaced.
What if they've decided to keep him locked up? What if they've found something else to accuse him of the murder? What if…
Her 'what if's' were interrupted by the sound of rusted iron being dragged along the gravel. The gate had been dragged back, revealing a row of low, dreary looking buildings. She glanced up, trying to spot him. Finally, she saw him, walking towards her, with a smile on his face. How long she had waited for this moment. How much she'd longed for this moment. She started walking briskly towards him before breaking into a run, not able to contain herself anymore. She reached him in a few strides and flung her arms around his neck. Burying her head in the crook of his neck, she took in his familiar scent and the way his arms were wrapped tightly around her, making her feel safe. Safer than she had felt for a long time.
"Welcome back." She whispered
A/N: This is my first Downton Abbey fanfic/drabble, I'm not to sure about it but hey, it's fun so I'll continue :) Please review and tell me what you think :)