A/N: Hello again! Sorry for taking so long to upload, again super busy. I am really hoping to be more frequent in uploading maybe one or two chapters a week. In any of you were wondering, I have created a Tumblr account solely for my writing, that is .com but my main Tumblr account is .com. I will be posting regular updates and such on rosywriter if anyone ins interested though.

Also, one or two of you asked about the wedding chapter. I am super stoked to write that but still kinda nervous so I am taking my time. I will keep everyone updated though on how that is going. Anyways, enough about me. This chapter is the "You are my ticket" scene in the garage. Personally, one of my favorite scenes and I know it is the same for many other S/T lovers. So, here you go and I hope you all enjoy. Don't forget to comment with reviews. I have been getting such fantastic and sweet reviews and I appreciate that beyond words. But remember, I can take the good, the bad, or the ugly :)

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She walked along the familiar path toward the garage thinking to herself about what she was going to do. She had walked this path so many times before, sometimes so nervous, other times so carelessly. She always walked on this path for one reason though. She could see him, her one reason, in the window of the small garage leaning on of of the many cars placed in his care, reading a newspaper. She halted just a few feet away, a point where she could see him and if he looked up he could see her.

Now, weeks after the war was over, she had been left feeling empty and unsure of made her realize that her mind had been made up for some time now was earlier that evening at dinner.

With all the excitement of Matthew shocking them by walking and then revealing that he wanted to get married at Downton, Sybil immediatly wanted to run to Tom and tell him everything. Tell him how happy she was for Matthew and Lavinia, how it motivated her to start doing something with her life, how she wanted to have a family and life of her own. Then she realized she didn't want to just tell Tom of what she wanted to do, she realized she wanted to do it with him there, by her side. She wanted to start a journey with him, one that only they could have but she didn't want it to be in secret like what they had now. She wanted to proudly stand next to him and call him her husband like her mother did with her father and Lavinia would soon do with Matthew. That was why, now, she walked on this familiar path hoping to start her journey.

She took a deep breath and marveled at the sense of calm she had. She had never been so calm and so completely content as she was now and because of that she could not help but feel utterly content and grown up. She stepped inside the garage, although her slow pace and emotionless face showed nothing of the joy she felt inside.

Tom heard her step inside and looked up to see her.

"You're very late." he commented, folding his paper. "Won't they worry?" he asked.

"They're all so excited they won't care where I am."

She stepped up very close to Tom and noticed the slight smirk on his face at just how close she was. She had never dared doing this before.

"I'm pleased. I like Mr. Matthew."

Sybil had figured all the servants had heard the news and she knew they would be just as happy as the family.

"He announced at dinner that he wants to get married at Downton." Sybil said, informing him of what he might now have known but also wanting to get past the small talk and tell Tom of her decision. "Somehow it made me feel more than ever that the war is really over. And it's time to move forward."

She noticed the look of shock on Tom's face as he processed her words. Finally he asked the same question he had already asked her countless times, "Does this mean you've made your decision?"

"Yes." She said very seriously, "And my answer is," she paused again "I'm ready to travel, and you're my ticket." Now she could not contain her joy and a smiled filled her face. "To get away from this house, to get away from this life." she continued.

"Me?" Tom interrupted with relief but still disbelieving.

She couldn't help but laugh to herself at this. Seeing how he reacted now, she realized just how long he had waited. She couldn't resist herself in teasing him about it, though. "No, Tom Cobley." she said firmly before laughing at his expression.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized she was joking.

"I'm sorry," he apologized "but I've waited so long for those words. I can't believe I'm hearing them." He paused. "You won't mind burning your bridges?" he asked.

"Mind?" she laughed "Fetch me the matches." she said more than happily.

Caught up in their happiness they leaned in for the long overdue kiss they had both longed for but drew back in the same instant.

"Yes, you can kiss me. But that is all until everything is settled." Sybil assured, wanting so badly for more than just a kiss but also trying to do what she knew was right.

"For now, God knows it's enough that I can kiss you." he breathed.

Then, they both leaned into each other finally getting the kiss that they had both dreamed about and waited for. It was so perfect and the only thing that allowed each of them to pull back was the assurance that for the rest of their lives they could kiss each other whenever they wanted.

When they did finally pull back, both still full of happiness, they wrapped their arms around each other in a strong embrace. One never wanting to let go of the other. Many minutes passed, them locked in the other's arms, before Sybil broke the silence.

"How are we going to tell our families?" she wondered aloud.

"Honestly," Tom said laughing, "I have no idea. I haven't thought ahead that far."

"Don't tell me you haven't planned what our life would be like once we got married." Sybil playfully questioned as she looked up at him.

"My Darling," he said as he stroked her face, "up until now, it has been 'if we get married.'" Upon seeing the look on her face, he continued, "I did dream of us moving to Ireland though." He had dreamt of bringing the love of his life to the land that he loves but he wouldn't dream of asking her to move so far away from her family and the only life she had ever known.

"Tom," she finally said slowly, "Ireland sounds grand."

They both then started planning out the life that they would finally have. The one they had both longed for all their lives. Sybil left after a while, only once Tom reluctantly forced her to leave before anyone became suspicious. They walked to the small door in the back of the house in silence, just happy to be near each other.

"Goodnight my darling, and sweet dreams." she said, softly placing a kiss on her forehead and walking away.

That night they both dreamt of the new lives they would have and just how happy they would be.