London 1927. Edith Crawley isn't a naive young girl anymore - she's an independent woman, a writer, a mother. Michael Gregson is a distant memory and Edith is managing just fine, thank you very much - until, that is, an old and rather familiar face makes a sudden reappearance, setting off a startling chain of events for everyone concerned.

These were prompted by a-tardis-at-downton on Tumblr. The prompts are the chapter titles. CHAPTERS 7 onwards, "BOMBS", ARE MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE STEAMM DAY 2014 CELEBRATIONS.

Can the present be something neither the past or future could? And should it? This is my Anthony. Although I love him dearly, he is prone to getting things backwards. Thinking what should be said when he should say it instead. Or, saying the wrong thing completely. But that's alright. Edith is her own woman now – or trying hard to be – and she doesn't mind driving.

Total non-canon Christmassy fluff. Written for the Mistletoe Challenge 2012. Set at the Servants' Ball Christmas Eve 1919. In this story, Sir Anthony and Lady Edith have never met before this night. What might have happened if Sir Anthony had been forced to confess his feelings for Lady Edith before he got worried he wasn't good enough for her? MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!