A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has followed/favorited and most of all reviewed this story! I love you all! I really can't comment on whether Sybil will die in the end or not, sorry. Thanks again to my wonderful beta The Yankee Countess, couldn't do this without her.

Chapter 2: Adjustments

"He did WHAT?" Mary exclaimed, turning away from the window to stare at her youngest sister in disbelief. They were all gathered in the drawing room of Downton Place, tea and biscuits all but forgotten on the table and the TV playing softly in the background.

Sybil sighed. All she had wanted was to see her Aunt Isobel, to discuss everything that had happened at the notary's and how she should break the news to her sister. Unfortunately her two older sisters, Mary and Edith, were already there along with Mary's husband, her cousin Matthew. In the end Sybil decided it was no use to keep things a secret any longer, and revealed everything that had happened to her that day.

Edith, who was used to being looked over by her father, took the news rather well, but Mary was seething with anger.

"Why on earth would he leave everything to you?" she cried out. Any other person would have taken offense, but Sybil knew her eldest sister was just looking for a way to vent, and didn't mean anything she said as a personal insult.

"Maybe because he thought Sybil deserved it most?" Matthew said, offering Sybil a soft smile. He knew more than anyone else in the world what it was like to be the subject of Mary's wrath.

Mary narrowed her eyes and shot daggers at her husband. "And I don't?" she questioned. "Edith, say something!" Everyone turned to Edith, but she just opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish gasping for air. She did not want to get in the middle of this.

"Well when you think about it, it's only fair," Isobel finally interrupted. "Mary, you and Matthew are doing very well for yourselves, already." It was true. Three years ago, Mary's grandeur had finally amounted to something and landed her the lead role in famous musical. Ever since then she had appeared in numerous other films and musicals. If that wasn't enough, her husband was an outstanding lawyer at one of the biggest law firms in England.

"And Edith, you can't really complain about your current situation either," Isobel finished as she turned to look at the redheaded Crawley sister, who nodded her head in agreement. Edith had started out as a journalist, writing articles for a newspaper which felt like years ago, now. The talented girl had made it to the position of editor-in-chief in a matter of years. On top of that, she was about to marry Sir Anthony Strallan, a gentlemen of aristocratic lineage, like themselves.

"That leaves me," Sybil mumbled as she cast her eyes to the floor. She was proud of herself, and the work she did, but she was saddened by the thought that she had been somewhat of a disappointment in her family's eyes.

"I'm sure you'll do fine," Sybil was pulled from her thoughts by a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder. It was Edith. "Papa wouldn't have trusted you with this if he didn't think you could do it."

Sybil gave her a small smile in return, trying hard to keep her mind from wandering back to the night she had last seen her father. They hadn't parted on good terms.

Mary sighed, but eventually agreed with cousin Isobel, Matthew and even Edith. "I suppose you do deserve it," she quietly admitted.

Of course things never stayed quiet in the village of Downton for very long. Especially not when one of the daughters of the family who nearly owned the entire village had just been on TV with a shocking revelation.

"Sybil, you're on TV!" Matthew pointed as he walked over to the couch and turned up the volume. Sybil's cheeks turned crimson as everyone in the room gathered around to watch the encounter she'd had with the media earlier that day.

Less than three minutes later Mary was red hot with anger again. "Why would Papa leave his company to you if you're only going to sell it?" She sounded more on the verge of despair right now.

"Because I don't want to be CEO of anything!" Sybil countered feeling a bit upset herself. "I'm quite happy where I am right now, thank you."

"But you're a nurse." This time it was Edith. She sounded much less judgemental then Mary and genuinely wanted to understand her younger sister, even though she never would.

"I love my job and I wouldn't want to trade it for anything else!" Sybil defended. The pride in her voice was obvious and Isobel couldn't help but smile. She had always supported of the youngest Crawley sister's decisions and she wouldn't stop now. Even Edith and Matthew seemed to accept this as Sybil's final answer.

"Wait until Mama hears about this," Mary sighed in frustration.

One week later -

Sybil woke up to the sounds of way too many things at once. The roar of the plane's engines, the inaudible voice of the captain that spoke through the speakers, and the music of a young man two rows over. To top it all off, the smell of her Russian neighbours was less than inviting.

Her eyes still stung and were probably red from crying and a lack of sleep. Oddly enough her mother had been on her side of the argument, and they had come to the conclusion that it was best for Sybil to fly to Dublin and wrap up anything "business related" as soon as possible. Her father's girlfriend (until his death) Mrs. Braithwaite, had even been kind enough to let Sybil stay at her house until everything was settled.

Sybil had never been so far away from home before, and she missed her mother and sisters already. Before she had a chance to get depressed about any of these things, a stewardess walked by and showed her a small yellow paper.

"We'll be landing shortly, will you be needing this?" she asked in a stern voice. Sybil knew it was a declaration form and she knew she didn't need one, but somehow no words came out when she tried to explain this to the impatient stewardess.

"I've got more people to attend to," the woman snapped. She dropped one of the forms in Sybil's lap and rolled her eyes before moving on.

Sybil's Russian neighbours weren't faring any better. They were staring at the form as if it was the Lochness Monster itself.

The man who sat beside Sybil softly elbowed her in the ribs. "Help?" he desperately asked. He pointed one of his sausage like fingers towards the form and Sybil nodded her consent.

"First, you need to fill out where you live," she shouted loud and clear. Then she wondered why people always thought that shouting things at foreigners magically made the language barrier disappear. The Russians still didn't understand her.

During the next thirty minutes she tried her best to help the couple by making hand gestures and tiny drawings on her hand. Her Pictionary skills had never been put to better use, and by the time she finally stepped off the plane, she had been thanked in Russian about a hundred times.

Luckily she made it through customs and baggage claim in record time. The Dublin airport wasn't very big, but somehow she still managed to get lost. The first thing she noticed was that all the signs were in both English and Gaelic, a language she would probably never understand.

Sybil quickly set about looking for Mrs Braithwaite, which wasn't an easy task seeing as she had only met the woman once at a Christmas party. After scanning the arrivals hall for a while she was surprised when she saw a young blond haired woman approach her, a woman who was the spitting image of Mrs Braithwaite, only younger, possibly Sybil's age.

"Are you Sybil?" the woman had clearly caught Sybil staring, and was offering her a gentle smile. For a moment Sybil was at a loss; the unknown woman definitely wasn't Mrs Braithwaite.

'Maybe she's looking for a different Sybil?' Then again how many Sybil's could there possibly have been on her flight? The woman clearly picked up on Sybil's hesitation and quickly held up a crumbled piece of paper she had been holding. It had the name 'Sybil Crawley' written on it in pink marker.

Sybil gave her a soft smile, still a little unsure. The other woman however was not.

"It's so nice to finally meet you!" she yelped. She swiftly stepped forward and embraced Sybil as if they had known each other for years. "How was your flight? Are you tired? Do you want something to eat or drink?"

"I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?" Sybil managed to choke out when the other woman finally released her.

The woman's happy demeanour melted like ice and the look that replaced her kind features was one of utter dismay. "You're joking, right?"

Sybil didn't know what to say and instantly wished Mary was with her; she would know what to do and how to solve this ridiculous predicament she had gotten herself into.

Luckily, the woman's smile gradually returned and she patted Sybil on the shoulders a few times. "Silly me," she said. "You must be sleep deprived. I'm sure you were very excited about meeting me as well, you just forgot all about it because of your jetlag".

Sybil had half a mind to correct her but decided to let it go for now.

"I'm Edna, ring any bells? I mean we're practically sisters after all!"

The light bulb in Sybil's head switched itself on with a subtle 'click', and Sybil finally had proof that she wasn't being kidnapped by a crazy loony who wanted to use her as a drug mule .

"You're Mrs Braithwaite's daughter." It wasn't a question, and Sybil couldn't say she was surprised. Even though her father had never mentioned the fact that his new girlfriend had a daughter, the similarities between Edna and her mother were uncanny. Besides, both Sybil and Edith had always suspected that their father had neglected to tell them something important.

"Took you long enough," Edna laughed, giving her an extra eye roll for dramatic effect. "But that's ok, I guess not everyone can be as smart as me."

Sybil was a taken aback by Edna's words, but then she figured it must have been a lame attempt at a joke.

"Enough chit chat, we have to get home before dinner and it's almost rush hour."

Without further ado, Edna took off and Sybil had to run to keep up with her, which wasn't easy when you were also hauling two suitcases. Sybil was glad to see the end of the over-crowded airport.

Tomorrow she would visit her father's company, talk to the head manger, and leave him to take care of things. She was sure she could put up with Edna for one or two days. All she really wanted was to go home as soon as possible.

Little did she know that fate had other plans…

TBC

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