Thomas woke up with a smile on his face.

What a lovely dream.

He opened his eyes and his smile vanished. He blinked a couple times then panic sparked. Oh no. His eyes looked over at the clock and his heart raced. It was a quarter passed seven. Thomas couldn't remember the last time he slept so late, and so well. He moved a little then began to feel the extra weight on his belly. He looked down and saw a shirtless Jimmy, wrapped in the covers, lying on top of Thomas stomach. Thomas swallowed.

Did...did we? No. God no, please tell me I didn't give in!

He couldn't remember. He remember agreeing to a game of strip but couldn't remember how far it went. God this was terrible!

Jimmy began to wake from his slumber and hugged Thomas's waist as he opened his eyes. Thomas watched as he smiled and looked up at him.

"You didn't leave," Jimmy said.

"I should've," Thomas said, "Oh Mr. Carson is going box my ears."

"Oh calm down," Jimmy groaned and moved his head upon Thomas's chest, "I'll tell them I called you up because I wanted to speak with you. I couldn't sleep and so I called you up and we played a game of cards."

Thomas sighed.

"Right, cards."

Jimmy looked up at him and smiled.

"Tell me you remember the fun we had last night," Jimmy said.

Thomas swallowed then shook his head. Jimmy blinked then tilted his head.

"You don't remember," Jimmy asked, "Surely you do. We had so much fun. Best fun I've had all year!"

"How far did the game go," Thomas asked sternly. Jimmy sat up and bit his lip then pushed the covers off them. Thomas felt relieved when he saw both his and Jimmy's pants were still on.

Thats a good sign.

Thomas then sat up, but as he did so, his head began to ache terribly. He winced and moved his hand to his forehead. Jimmy laughed.

"Well I'm not surprised. You drank a lot last night, Thomas. You may need to attend one of the meetings my dad used to go to."

"Your dad," Thomas asked as he moved his feet onto the floor, "He's was an alcoholic?"

Jimmy scoffed then got up off the bed.

"Was," he repeated, "Is. He'll lock himself up in his office after work and drink till he can barely stand. I don't know how many times I've had to help him upstairs to his room. Recently, he'll attend any event that has drinks, no matter what they are for. God the things that man will do for a scotch. Its horrible, and I'm developing his bad habits. He does it for pleasure while I do it just to rid the boredom."

Thomas smiled then nodded.

"My dad too," Thomas said, "He liked the whiskey bottle more than my mother and me. When he was out he'd chug it in the air and demand another. I lost count how many times the bottle met with my head. He never meant it too, but you can't control things when you're that drunk."

Jimmy walked over then sat down next to him. He slowly reached out and took Thomas's hand. It was nice.

Yes, its nice. He's trying to comfort you to bed. Get going you git, you're late already and you'll have to work in your clothes from last night!

"I need to go," Thomas said and stood up, snatching his hand up, "So, perhaps I should dress you for the day and get you on to breakfast."

Jimmy smiled then nodded.

"Alright then, if you wish. I'd still like it better when we do the undressing."

Thomas internally rolled his eyes and gathered up Jimmy's clothes for the day.

As Thomas stepped out of the room, he straightened his clothes of any wrinkles and made sure his hair was right. He's never wore clothes twice in a row like this. It felt dirty. As he made it downstairs, Alfred, thankfully, was the first to catch notice of Thomas.

"Oi, there you are, Mr. Barrow," he said, "Where've you been?"

"Jimm-James came and got me this morning. I guess I'm also an entertainer for when young James cannot get to sleep."

"What he have you do," Alfred asked.

"Play cards with him and talk. Good thing we weren't playing for money. I'd be dead broke."

Alfred laughed then nodded.

"Ah, ," Mrs. Hughes said, "There you are. Was starting to worry."

"Apparently James called up early this morning to play cards."

"Really," Mrs. Hughes turned to Thomas.

"Yes, it wasn't all that bad. I suppose when you're young like that in a new place, you can't help but get bored."

"Yes, I suppose, but I'll be sure to tell him next time to let Mr. Carson and I know. Plus you need your sleep too you know."

Thomas nodded.

"I can give him my day off tomorrow," Alfred said, "I can dress Jimmy in the morning and help him pack up."

"That's wonderful of you, Alfred."

"Pack up," Thomas asked.

"Yes," Mrs. Hughes said, "Mr. Carson announced at breakfast that they'll be going back to Kent estate tomorrow morning. Speaking of which, have you eaten?"

Thomas shook his head, though he really didn't feel like eating anything.

"Well I'll have Mrs. Patmore make you something then you can go about your duties, and I'll talk with Mr. Carson about changing your day off."

Thomas and Alfred nodded then Alfred left up the stairs while Thomas walked to the servants hall. Mrs. O'brien sat at the table knitting.

"Oh my," she said as Thomas sat across from her, "I expected you to look a little bit worse for wear."

"Getting up so early isn't the easiest thing," Thomas said. Mrs. O'brien smiled wider.

"I know you didn't even go to your room after dressing James," she said. Thomas looked up at her.

"How would you know that," Thomas asked with a smirk.

"I have a way of knowing," she said, "But I won't make a fuss. Who would believe an old maid like me, especially when James is taking such a liking for you."

"We hadn't done anything," Thomas said, lowering his voice.

"Not yet," she said with a smile, "It'd be quite a scandal for this household and the Kents. You know how to attract them, Thomas."

"What do you want," Thomas hissed.

"Nothing," she said, "Yet. I'll let you know when the time comes up."

Mrs. O'brien gathered her things then left the hall. Thomas sucked in his cheeks as he glared at her empty spot. Why was he so afraid of her? She was right, who would believe her. Something like that would require proof...unless...she had proof. Thomas sighed then rubbed his forehead. He wished time much more simpler like it was in 1919.

~1919 was after Thomas came back from the war and he was teamed up with O'Brien still right? I really need to watch season 2 again. I'm bad with dates. Ah well, got to make O'Brien evil to add some drama :P