January 29th, 1920

Everything was packed. She was ready. She had told Matthew about her need for a maid and the next day he came to her with a young girl who looked to be about 21. Lily Manderson. She would replace Anna for the trip and upon Mary's return she would let Anna resume her job. Matthew had been constantly at the house from the day of the servants Ball, wanting to spend time with her up until the minute she set foot on the train.

Her goodbyes had been said and everything loaded up. She gave her mother and father a final kiss before moving over to where the Staff where standing.

"Goodbye, Carson. " His eyes where glazed over with tears and he could bearly sat anything back.

"Goodbye, milady. And stay safe." Now for Anna. Without a care in the world who was watching them, she embraced Anna. Her best friend and confidant.

"Anna, promise me you will write. I mean it. -"

"Of course i will, milady."

"- I know i can rely on you, for i know that my family won't write me long letter's!"

"Mary, it's time to go." And then there was Matthew. He would be her last link with home and he was taking her to the station. He wasn't driving but he had made the request a few days after she told the family she was leaving, to be the one that went to the station with her. Giving her mama one last hug, she took Matthew's hand and got into the car. When Matthew then got in after her, he could already tell how hard it was for her to leave home.

The car journey was silent. Neither of them had words they wanted to speak. Finally she took his hand in her's and squesed it. Why was this so hard?

"Mary...Why are you holding my hand? I thought we agreed." His eyes bore into her's as he shifted in his seat. " I know what we agreed, but i have to...hold onto you in so many ways, becasue you are, after all my last link with home." As the car ground to a stop and Lily got out, Mary kissed Matthew one last time before getting out of the car.

"Are you coming or does Pratt have to see me off?" She teased him one last time before her journey began. As Pratt delt with the bags, Matthew walked Mary and Lily towards the platform. Mary turned towards Lily with a smile and asked her to leave them be for a few moments. She storde away to the end of the Platform while Matthew took Mary into his arm's and hugged her.

"I will write everyday, i promise. " Their time seem shortend as the train came round the corner into view. "I love you, Matthew Crawley. I know how unenglish it is and if granny heard me now she would accuse me of being American!"

"And i you. You had better get going." They walked arm in arm towards Lily as the train slowed to a halt. One last embrace before he helped her abord. He saw the tears in her eyes as she sat down where she could see him out of the window.

"Are you alright milady?" She was concerned about her mistress, who a few minutes ago was all bubbly and exitable and now was, competley silent and rigid.

"I shall tell you everything once we leave." She stayed in the same hard, fixed posision until she finally lifted her hand and waved to Mr. Crawley as the train pulled out of the small country station.

"One thing you should know about me is that i have just left my heart and life behind on that platform. Also i'm pregnant."

The Doctor asked her to lie on the bed behind the screen while Anna helped her undress. It was over in a few minutes but as she got up she saw the look on Anna's face. So it was true. She was Pregnant. She had lied to Matthew. For heaven's sake she was engaged to be married to another man. How on earth had thing's gotten to these propotions? Dr. George had said he would send her a letter with the results of the appointment. The letter had come the day before Christmas Eve. It comfermined her worst fear. She was indeed pregnant. So she made her mind up to travel to America without any of her family or Richard knowing. But then she hormonal - things came out the wrong way, she spoke before the thought, she snapped at everyone (nothing new there!). Then Richard acted out of turn infront of her whole family and even some neighbours just because she still hadn't set a date for their wedding. Her father began asking questions and before long he knew the truth about Pamuk. He told her to break it of with Cralisle and then she told Matthew who advised her to do the very same. So she did.

She and Lily spoke until Mary was as certian that her eyes had closed for a split-second. She had told Lily everyting - every last sorded detail. As the train neared Liverpool, it jerked forward, waking her. Lily was watching her as she woke. She rubbed her eyes and stretched like a kitten.

"How long was i asleep for?" If they were nearing Liverpool then that meant Lily had let her sleep for ... 3 hours.

"3 hours, milady."

"Why did you let me sleep for 3 hours, you must have been extremely boered with no on to speak to."

"I was alright, milady. Any way, you needed to sleep." Her accent came throught thicker than Mary had ever heard it. Matthew. So like Matthew's. How on Earth was she meant to survive how many more days, weeks and months with someone who sounded just like the man she desired?

A/N: This story is insprired by various Fanfictions. Lily and Madeleine and Baby Crawley (Not George) are all mine and any other caracters that i mention. So, what do you think? Please review.