This is a three part story written for Lady Sybil Lives Week. It diverges significantly from show canon. I hope you enjoy.
Prompt from yankeecountess: rescue
Formby
Friday, 21 August 1936
Sybbie Branson was sitting on the beach, reading her father's old copy of James Connolly's Labour in Irish History. Every ten minutes, she would look up and check on her younger brothers and sisters, as well as her younger cousins.
She sighed as she finished another chapter. While she was enjoying her visit to Liverpool to see her Uncle Kieran, Aunt Sharon, and her four younger cousins, she missed London and her parents. She wished they were here with her and not back home. Though dad's still in Egypt covering the treaty negotiations. At least mum will be arriving later today.
Sybbie went back to her book, not wanting to think about how much she missed her parents. After about five minutes, she decided she need a break and put the book down. Sybbie stretched and looked out at the sea.
She was gazing at the sea for several minutes when she noticed a swimmer struggling. Without hesitation, Sybbie bolted up and ran into the water. She swiftly swam to the swimmer, a blonde boy about her age. She wrapped one arm around the swimmer and began to swim back to the shore.
Once there, Sybbie was assisted by her uncle and her younger brother, Tommy. They helped her pull in the young boy. After they laid him on the beach, she asked if he was okay.
Coughing, he answered, "Yes. I got a cramp. Thank you for saving me."
Sybbie smiled. "You're very welcome."
"What's your name?" asked the boy.
"Sybil Katherine Branson, but everybody calls me Sybbie."
"I'm George Crawley."