Hi! This is my first fanfic ever so it's not that good, but I decided to just go for it.

I have slightly changed the ages of some people in season 2: Finn is 17, Ada is 19, John is 20. Everyone else stays the same age!

Thanks for reading!

I don't own anything but my OC, although I really wish I did...

"Kitty!" Ada called as she noticed the familiar pale girl walk quickly away from the funeral, her black dress child-like and controversially short as always.

Polly sped after her niece, holding little Karl on her hip, "How old is she now? 3 years younger than you…" She looked up and did the calculation, "So just turned 17? Almost the same age as Finn!" Ada ignored her aunt and continued to call the girl, until, finally, she turned around.

The unusual combination of glowing pallid skin, dark brown eyes and almost clear blonde hair singled her out in any crow, Kitty shaped her rosy lips into a slight smile and her eyes sparkled. "Ada!" She said in her sumptuous London accent as she extended her arms flamboyantly, the only Shelby sister ran into them and they hugged.

"Let's catch up, do you have anywhere to be?" Ada said into her shoulder.

Kitty pulled away and beamed at her, "No darling, I'd love a catch up with you, Polly and the boys, if only I'd had the chance to do the same with my brother." She said as she glanced to the burial place.

Polly had caught up to the pair and took Kitty's cheek in her hand, "Still such a beauty, how are ya pet?"

Kitty strategically avoided the question, "Is this little Karl? My angelic nephew being held by my angelic aunt-in-law. I've missed you Pol." She said as she kissed Polly's cheek and then Karl's. Polly put the boy down and Kitty took his hand, she turned to Ada, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the car, Tommy'll drive us to The Garrison."

Kitty cooed at Karl as they made their way toward the gates of the cemetery, pointing at various features of the chapels and statues situated in the grim place. A few small flowers that hadn't yet withered grew nearby the path and whilst Kitty bobbed down to pick them, her nephew twirled her blonde hair between his small fingers, she ruffled his hair as she stood up and continued the walk.

Ada and Polly walked behind them, whispering feverishly. "I wonder if he's at it again?"

"Don't be silly Pol, she's fine, she's even talkin' again."

"Look at 'er, dressed like that, you know she hates it and she didn't answer when I asked how she was."

"Let's keep an eye out then eh?"

At the car, Birmingham's communist party and the whole family were at the car, chatting and generally acting too happily for a funeral. When Kitty approached, John grinned and Tommy but an unusually warm and genuine smile on his face, "Caroline, darlin' why are you 'ere?" he asked her. Arthur's face had suddenly popped up in the car window and he waved.

"Thomas, John, Arthur, my loves! I'm here because I've missed you all." Her heart fluttered, this was the family she had always felt she belonged in. Tommy was like a father to her and the other brothers always lightened her day, each had such lovely qualities. If only she had had a chance to visit them more often.

"Get in the car Kitty! The lads'll take us, won't you?" Ada said once she and Polly had reached the rabble, they each slid in and the car was nearing full, Kitty put the boy on Polly's knee before she plonked herself down on Tommy's knee in the front seat of the car. She turned toward him and put his hands in her lap as they set off Kitty leaned back and put her head on Tommy's shoulder, he gently squeezed her middle and she giggled in response.

"Anyone done anything interesting recently?" She questioned, scanning the people in the car, "Finny! You've changed so much." Kitty took his hand for a second and ran her thumb over his knuckles.

"You 'ave too."

"So, anything?" She asked again, hoping for more of a response, Ada announced that she was living in London and John revealed that he and Esme had had yet another baby, maybe she had seen little Henry at the funeral? But she shook her head, no, in response - nothing interesting was really said. Mindless chit-chat ensued, about this and about that, until it ceased all at once when they got to The Garrison. Or what was left of it. There was nothing but ash and confetti in the place of what was once a beautiful tavern, the stronghold of the Peaky Blinders.

"Right then, cup a'tea at the 'ouse and then I'm off to see who the fuck did this to our pub." Said Thomas, attempting to control his anger in front of the family, after all, he did have both Ada and Caroline to please today.

They walked from the remnants of The Garrison to the Watery Lane home, in one large cloud of smoke as everyone over the age of 14 had a cigarette in their mouths the whole way, the grey sky and buildings may have looked dull to any onlooker, but it gave Kitty a feeling of nostalgia like nothing else could. Childhood memories of putting on plays, swimming in the (probably filthy) Cut, chasing dogs and playing cards flashed before her eyes, she remembered those years as almost completely pure, unadulterated bliss tarnished by just a single person and severed short by the war.

Everyone crowded round the table, Esme and the children had gotten out of the other car too, so it was a tight squeeze. Kitty greeted all 5 children one by one, there was the 2 twins (born on St. Valentine's day, just like her) who were called Loveday and Valentine, then there was Edmund, Beatrice and little baby Henry. She marvelled at their beauty, John watched on with a little smile on his face, she always did have a knack with kids. Polly pushed her way through to the table holding a silver tray on which she was balancing a teapot, teacups, spoons, biscuits, sugar cubes, tea bags and a little jug of milk.

"I hear you're making good money now, my darlings?"

"Oh yeah, we're proper toffs these days." Arthur chuckled.

"Enough about us Kitty, what have you been up to? Still in school?" Polly asked as she began to serve the large company their tea.

Caroline's facade abandoned its usual pallor and took on a slight pink, "No, no, I'm not in school - although I wish I was," She laughed awkwardly, "I can't say I've done much, you know how dad can be."

"Still livin' with 'im then?" Polly enquired further, this only fed her previous suspicions.

"Yep - Well, kind of, but I'm alright…" She looked down and stirred her tea, she drank it black, no milk or sugar as always, "I'm alright." Kitty said again, as if she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else. Polly raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Ada who was chewing on her lip, she refused to meet her aunt's eyes.

"'Ow about a game of cards then?" Tommy offered in a bid to change the subject, the tension in the room was rising exponentially. "Everyone pair up with one of the kids, let's play Canasta!"

One game turned into 3, then 5, then 9, until 2 hours had passed and Tommy announced that he really did have to go find out what happened to The Garrison. The rest of the funeral party began to disperse until just Karl, Ada, Kitty and Polly were left sitting around the table. Kitty had began to gather herself, she looked sadly around the room, as the sudden realisation that this would probably be her last visit for many years dawned on her. She stood in front of the mirror and tamed a few stray pieces of hair, the long sleeve of her dress slid slightly down her arm and revealed a collection of black and purple marks near a set of small red cuts that stood out on her deathly white skin.

Polly rushed forward and gently took the girls arm, "Kitty, not again?"

She wriggled out of Polly's grasp and put her sleeve back down, holding it in place with her fingers, "There's nothing I can do. It's fine, it's fine, we can't all live perfect lives." She muttered quietly.

Ada suddenly spoke up, "Caroline, come stay with us. If you agree to stay here, I'll come home too."

The Shelby matriarch had a million thoughts whizzing through her mind, this was her chance, the family could come back together again and everything would be good again. She pulled Kitty down to sit down at the table with her again, she spoke quietly, almost in a whisper, "You know I lost my little Anna a long time ago now, but I can't get her off my mind and - and having my other two girls at home would please me more than anything else in the world. Please stay, please."

It wasn't often that Polly pleaded with people, Caroline thought, as she surveyed the face of the desperate woman. In truth, there was nothing she would've loved more than to stay with the Shelby's but her father would die if she ever left. He always said he'd commit suicide if she tried to run away but maybe, for once, she would be selfish. "I'd love to stay, my darlings, but I have no clothes or money, or anything really."

"You're a little slip of a thing! I'll buy you some new ones. Tommy'll buy you anythin' else you need."

Kitty closed her eyes for a second and inhaled deeply, she smiled shyly, "Thank you."