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Heaven and Hell Bound - Tommy Shelby ~ Part 5

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Hi Guys. Thank you so much for the love and comments, they truly brighten my day. During this part I decided to include some reference pictures of how I envision the clothing during certain scenes in this chapter. Let me know how you feel about these and if you’d like to see more or less of them.

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Part 5 - The Dance

Y/N’s POV

It had been a month since Tommy was brought to the hospital, a month since I heard his screams, a month since I felt his kiss. And there had not been a single night in which my head was not stormed by thoughts of him. I craved his touch, his smile, his caress. I had written him quickly, just as he had asked. We talked of the mundane, of the gruesome, of the merry. My diary was now filled with sketches he’d drawn and photos he’d sent. Most recently, however, he had requested that I send through one of my nurses ribbons. I was puzzled as to why he would wish for something as plain and simple as this.

“My dearest Y/N,

Please forgive my selfishness as, yet again, I ask for a piece of you. Whilst your photo sits forever in my pocket, I must find some rare time to pause and peacefully admire it. I noticed on my last hospital visit that all the nurses wear white ribbons somewhere on their person. I have had the pleasure of seeing you wear it in your hair and around your delicate wrist. I ask because many soldiers whose lovers volunteer as nurses, tie this ribbon in with the shoelaces on their boots. The idea is that as we soldiers look down at our feet and into the hell we may soon occupy, an angel stops us on our way. Perhaps you are not my lover yet but you are my angel. The Christmas Ball ever approaches. I believe the invitations shall arrive within the next week. I look forward to seeing you there. If you get invited that is. Perhaps the goblin matron of yours wants you all to herself.

Sincerely,

Your Tommy.”

His angel. That’s what he called me. I still believe that my eyes were deceiving me as I read and continued to re-read those words. I sent one away at once. If I could supply any hope or relief in his darkest times, I would gladly do so. Anything to see that stupid perfect smile of his. He was right about the invitations. In fact they arrived the following morning. And when they did, we all got very excited, perhaps Rosaline a little too much.

We sat upon our hill, the freshly delivered mail buzzing in our hands. The air seemed sweeter and the sun brighter as everyone in the hospital radiated excitement as the beautiful red envelopes graced the grey and brown hospital. It seems this year the higher ups have decided to use the annual Christmas ceasefire to up morale. It was nice to see some smiles around here. “You ready?” Ro asks me, her smile wider than before, if that were even possible. I look to her and nod, my eyes wide and ready. Ro tears into the envelope, erratically pulling and tearing, turning the once solid paper into confetti shreds. I laugh before carefully peeling the seal back, trying to preserve the item as best I can, knowing I will want it in it’s best condition for my diary. We simultaneously pull out the letter and read the message.

“Dear service Men and Women,

It is with great pleasure that we invite you to the 1916 Allied Christmas Ball. As a reward for bravely fighting for your king you will enjoy a night of dancing, singing and drinking followed by the second day of the two-day cease fire. Provisions have been provided by the Crown and the public. Formal uniform is expected.

God Save The King.”

I jump as from beside me I hear Ro let out a loud holler of joy and enthusiasm. I laugh and join her as we cheer into the sky. “You know what this means Y/N?” She leans forward, eyes wild. “Oh boy” I say in preparation for her explosion of joy, knowing what is to come next. “Dress up time!” We hoot and holler once more, taking full advantage of this moment. We burst into laughter. Whilst I had grown up on rural farm land with little time for glitz and glam, Rosaline was born into a family which lay on the wealthier side of things. Whilst she rebelled against many aspects of it, she was infatuated with fashion and beauty. One of our many post-war dreams was to attend the most extravagant regal event and cause havoc whilst donning dazzlingly expensive gowns. Whilst this wasn’t exactly that, Ro would make it work. “I’m going to give Tommy the most beautiful date of them all!” She declares, like a Queen to her kingdom. I laugh, the alien feeling of my cheeks hurting from smiling returning for the first time since the war began. She pulls me to my feet and begins to twirl me around, a horrible version of ballroom dancing does ensue. “You two will dance into the night, twirling, giggling, and drinking the whole way through. Before he finally seals the night with true-love's kiss” She puckers her lips out comically. I smash by hand against her mouth and she slobbers on my palm. “ Oh Jesus Ro gross.” I wipe my spit covered hand against my apron. “And then,” she continues, my anxieties growing, fearing what words may following next, “He fucks you well into the night as you howl his name down-” This time I firmly plant my hand over her lips, silencing her ridiculous statement. “Shut the fuck up Ro” I shout-whisper to her, my eyes wide and a blush rampant on my cheeks. I remove my hand, letting out the wild laughter Rosaline had produced. I sigh, shaking my head in shame trying to ignore all of the horrified looks the other nurses were giving us. I let out a small chuckle. “You’re ridiculous you know. Completely and utterly ridiculous.” I say, every word I utter is followed by a small jab to her stomach with my finger, using her ticklish nature to my advantage. “Ok! Ok! I’m sorry,” she surrenders to my actions, “It’s true though”. I simply shake my head once more. Of course I’d had my fair share of intimate thoughts of Tommy, but it was nothing more than a fantasy. Perhaps he shared these thoughts. Perhaps he wished to enact them. Fuck what am I thinking. He might not even dance with me… I hope he does. “Well come on Y/N. We’ve only got a week to prepare so let’s go!” She pulls me out of my train of thought both with her words and her hand which now drags me towards the hospital tent. I still have not decided upon how I feel about the Christmas Ball. Part of me dreads it with my whole existence whilst the other has never been more excited about anything.

The first day of the cease fire had dawned. The peace was unfamiliar, almost unsettling as opposed to the normalised violence of every other day. And with it, the cease fire brought the dreaded Christmas Ball. The nurses gossiped amongst themselves, sharing around what little makeup and products they had managed to keep. Practically every second word that were freed from Rosaline’s brain had something to do with the ball or the dressing up. I was happy for her. She deserved to be happy and play fashion, not to encounter death and sadness on the daily.

Rosaline had already gotten herself ready. She radiated perfect beauty as her red lipstick and black mascara accentuated her doe-eyed complexion. Her ginger hair flowing by her waist as opposed to the tight bun it normally found itself in. As we stood in front of her small mirror, the juxtaposition of complete beauty and myself was accentuated. I wallowed in my gloomy insecurity, looking down to avoid the striking gaze of the mirror. How was I supposed to compare to someone like Ro. How was I supposed to impress someone like Tommy. I felt two small warm hands guide me out of the depths of my brain as Rosaline now held my face. “Y/N listen to me hey? Just listen. When you guys first saw each other you stood still, blown away by each others beauty. And guess what you both looked like? You were in your uniform, you were sweaty and covered in all kinds of gross shit like vomit and blood. And Tommy? He’d just dragged John out of a tunnel so he was covered in bloody dirt and muck and was the most dishevelled we’ll probably ever see him. You guys fell in love while kinda looking like shit.” We laugh, I begin to understand what she’s saying. She continues on, smiling proud, knowing she’d won me over, “He’s going to think you’re absolutely beautiful, ok? Hell everyone’s going to think that. We’ll walk into that ball, arms locked together and stun them into silence. Perhaps a few may even cry,” she proclaims rather melodramatically. I smile, rolling my eyes at her antics. I turn to hug her, grateful for her love. She sits me down in a nearby chair. “Now come on, we’ll miss the bloody thing if we take much longer.” Perhaps he will find me beautiful.

Tommy’s POV

I stand in front of the dirty, sorry excuse we have for a mirror, fiddling with my tie and the buckles on my sleeves. I try, to no avail, to slick my hair back, push it to the side, I try everything to make it decent. Frustration fills me as I wipe my hands down my face. “Fucking fuck it” I exhale. What is she gonna think of the bloody mess that I am. I slam my hat down onto my head, sitting on my bunk to begin to tie my boots. That’s when I see it once more. Y/N’s ribbon. I take it gently between my fingers, closing my eyes and remembering her. I shall not ruin a night that could be filled with her smile, her touch, her eyes, with my silly insecurities. I hear the tent flap bustling as it is pushed open. I look up to see Arthur and John, dressed in the same garb as myself. “Tommy, they are uh, they’ve given the order to start heading off” he says kindly, holding his cap, fidgeting with his fingers. I blink slowly, nodding whilst looking to the ground. I wave one hand, gesturing to them that I’ll catch up. They look to each other, reading the worry written on my face. John moves to sit next to me putting his hand on my shoulder. “Tommy,” he says, the toothpick bouncing between his teeth and lips, “look mate, everything’s gonna be fine. You look fucking ugly as normal.” He laughs, I shoved his shoulder. “Come on now John Boy, tell him the truth” Arthur smiles at his younger brothers. “You look great Tom and she’s gonna look beautiful. So if you don’t get your sorry ass out there, every other fucking guy’s gonna dance with her. And we can’t have that now can we now Arthur”, “No John, course we can’t have that. Plus,” Arthur continues, a smugness tugging at his tongue, “What use would we have for this otherwise?” He pulls out a flask, whiskey no doubt dancing in the bottle. “Now come on, drink up, the Shelby brothers have got some work to do” he proclaims. I stand and laugh. I’d spent the last week dreaming of how this night will go. How’d she look. How’d we dance, drink and smoke. Perhaps even get close. Oh Y/N, what are you doing to me.

Y/N’s POV

An hour later we stand in front of the mirror once more, this time, surprisingly happy thoughts made their way through my mind. Our formal attire projected elegance as our normal uniform paled in comparison. It was clean, shapely, and flattering. Whilst the veil was slightly uncomfortable I had a plan for that. Once everyone had gotten drunk of booze and dancing, no one would pay any mind to a missing veil or two. Rosaline had given me very similar makeup to hers, carving stark black lines around my eyes, and a scarlet scenery to the hills and crests of my lips. If the notion of the fighting starting up again in two days was not present, perhaps truly good fun could be had, and true happiness could be felt. I stop myself from dwelling on this, everyday could be our last, and if my last involves dancing and Tommy that’s fine by me. “Ladies start filling through to the tent please!” Rosaline and I turn to the source of the noise, a high ranking soldier gives the order. A wave of cheering pours out from the nurses. A smile breaks onto my face. “Well come on then slow poke!” Ro runs forward, dragging me by my hand. “Wait wait wait! I have something for Tommy.” I run back, reaching into my diary, pulling out the small origami horse I had made for him. Quickly, I place it in my pocket before Rosaline’s beady eyes could ask any questions. “Ok. Let’s do this”. We loop our arms together. Our heads high. Stepping in time. We will take on the world, or at least the dance floor.

(Y/N’s POV on left, Tommy’s bumped to the right)

I finally catch a glimpse of the massive white tent which would soon house many a drunkard soldier and stumbling nurse. It seems they collected every light source from every bunk as the scene was set alight with beautiful bulbs and strings. It reminded me of one of those fancy christmas trees I would ogle at in shop windows. The music filled my ears, as did the tapping of shoes, and harmonized singing. A makeshift bar had been set up, tables and chairs too. My heart swells with excitement as Ro and I beam with joy. I hadn’t spotted Tommy yet, and it may yet be a task to do so as more and more people crowd in.

“Oi Oi!” Arthur yells as we enter the large tent. “It’s a fucking riot in here ain’t it” John speaks, before spitting on the floor. I watch as the dancing erupts onto the floor, amused by the singing antics of the already drunk. “Look at some of the birds in here mate. You’d have to pay a pretty penny to get with one of them back in Small Heath.” Arthur drools over the women, the party letting out the beast in some of them. “Well boys,” I begin, lighting my cigarette, “Go get drunk, get into as many fights as you can and go for any woman you like. Just not mine.” John whoops and claps, “Thatta Boy Tommy. Now John Boy, we’ve got some work to do.” They walk off, leaving me to myself.

“This is amazing Y/N! Have you seen some of the blokes in here?” Rosaline exclaims to me. Turns out her lover Edward hadn’t died, rather he’d being fucking their resident nurse over there. Nothing motivates Rosaline quite like revenge with a side of free drink. “Go have fun Ro. You deserve it.” I spur her on, knowing she ached for some fun and freedom. “You sure you’ll be ok?” I nod in response. “Now go you bloody minx, go!” I push her towards the group of dancing soldiers. I laugh and make my way to the bar. Besides I had a mission of my own.

Find Tommy.

Find Y/N. That’s what I had to do. I walk through the dance floor, noticing her friend Rosaline tearing up a storm. Yet my Y/N was not with her. Come on Y/N. I kept walking making my way to the rudimentary bar. Please be there.

I sat at the bar, not yet finding Thomas. Perhaps he’d been dancing. I smile at the thought. The night had only begun, I mustn't worry now. I begin to make my way over to the dancing circle. Come on Tommy, where are you?

3rd Person POV

Little did they know at this point that they had both been looking for each other.

Little did they know they were headed straight for one another.

In a parting of the crowds filled with dancing drunks, they saw each other.

Their eyes meeting, just as they had that fateful first day.

He looked unbelievably handsome.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

They swam in each other’s eyes.

Silence filled their ears.

They peered each other up and down, taking in their elegant costume.

Neither of their feet moved.

For all one knows their hearts were beating too fast, or perhaps not beating at all.

Instead she waved.

A small flick of the fingers and a smile.

He laughs and returns the gesture.

As they walk to each other, the same thought plagues their minds.

Maybe tonight I’ll tell him.

Maybe tonight I’ll tell her.

Y/N’s POV.

We now stand face to face, awe spread across my cheeks. He looks at me with the biggest smile I’ve seen painting his profile. “Hello Sergeant Major Thomas Shelby”, I courtesy, deciding to play into this royal fantasy that our outfits created. “Why, you look ravishing Sister Y/N L/N”, he bows, taking one of my hands and places a gentle kiss on it. “Fuck off Tom”, we both laugh, he extends his arm for me to take hold of. I gladly do so. We wander together this time to the bar, taking a seat on the crates that had been scrounged together. “Two Whiskeys please” Tommy orders, leaning his elbow on the table. “So, I see that Rosaline is quite the dancer.” We look out, watching her as she flows from soldier to soldier, her skirt twirling and her hair flowing. “Oh yeah. I feel bad for any other girl that even attempts to get on that dance floor.” I respond, proud of my best friend and she wraps all those boys around her finger. “And what about you Y/N, do you dance?” he asks, grabbing his glass of now delivered whiskey as I do the same. I leaned forward and new wave of air taking over me, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He smirks, playfully scoffing. “Well then,” He downs his whole glass, slamming it on the table before standing up, offering a hand to me. I following his actions, chugging my drink before hammering my glass down, taking his hand. “Let’s put you to the test then hey?”

We danced and danced and danced. We danced wildly, we danced passionately, we danced carefully. My head was now rested upon his shoulder as we swayed in each other’s arms. Our eyes rest closed, not a care in the world. I feel the vibrations in his chest as he hums along to the music. The party had well and truly died down. People had either gone back to their bunks, had collapsed on the floor or were savouring the last dance. Over the course of the night I had met Arthur and John, they were bruised and bleeding after just getting out of a fight of course, I’d drank way too much and blisters covered my feet from dancing. But I didn’t care. It was a perfect evening with Tommy. He called me beautiful, he’d kissed my cheek. I wonder if my face was now stained red, a blush had become a regular to cross my face. I looked up to admire him, his eyes still calm and closed. I had utterly and completely fallen for Thomas Shelby. But this thought brought more sadness with it than I anticipated. Tommy was a soldier, everyday could be his last. If he makes it home we live in different towns. We had completely foreign lives back in England. I worry that the intensity of the war had amplified our feelings, meaning outside of the fighting, there would be none. I fear I care for him more than he cares for me. I squeeze him tight, not ever wanting to let go. He opens his eyes and squeezes back, looking down to me worried. “You ok pretty girl?” He asks letting go of my hand and waist and instead, places his hands on my cheeks. I meet his blue-sky eyes and sigh into his touch, resting my hand on top of his. “I’m ok, just worrying about silly future stuff.” He laughs, “Silly future stuff hey? Don’t worry about that hey, just enjoy right now. That’s what they teach you down in the tunnels. Think about living now, in this very minute, the soldier’s minute. Just you and me hey?” I nodded timidly, his beauty still making me shy. We dance for a few moments more, savouring every touch and every look.

“Y/N?” I hear Rosaline call from behind me, a slight slur to her words. I turn to see her and a soldier practically holding each other up. “Me and this Noah here are heading back to our bunk. So uh...you might wanna find somewhere else to sleep…” They giggle amongst themselves. I roll my eyes, both happy she’s having fun, but not so happy about sleeping someplace else. “Play nice Rosaline. Now go on, have fun,” they cheer and smile to each other before turning around and stumbling out. “And no fun on my bunk!” I add. “No promises!” She yells back. “Cheeky fucker” I whisper to Tom. He laughs in response. “So where will you go now?” he asks, concern lacing his voice. “Well I suppose one of the hospital bunks will probably be free…” I kick my feet against the ground, realising how uncomfortable it will be. “I uh, I might have a solution,” he begins, scratching the back of his head, “John and Arthur have both gone back to their girl’s rooms, therefore...Why not stay with me?” My eyes fly up to meet his, “Really!” He laughs at my excitement. “I-i mean if that’s ok with you. I don’t want to intrude”, I stammer on, embarrassed by my reaction. He leans his forehead on to mine, “Y/N?” I hum in response, “Shut up” he jests. I laugh trying to brush away awkwardness. “Now come on, before any other drunk offers you their bunk.”

We walk hand in hand, enjoying the silence all the way back to his bunk. As I enter the space I take in my surroundings. I notice the 3 small bunks, one for each brother. I watch Tommy sit on the furthest bunk and begin to take his boots off. I walk over to join him, analysing what trinkets lay on his table. I try to remember everything. A diary, papers, cigarettes and matches, a knife and photographs, many many photographs. I flick through them, observing a younger Tommy surrounded by his family. I attempt to match the names Thomas had given me to the faces in the photos. Ada, Polly, Finn. They looked happy... I hope my present would fit perfectly within the decor of his table. “Tommy,” I begin, turning towards him, my hands clasped behind me to try and hide my nervousness. He was now wearing only his sleep shirt, and his trousers. He meets my eyes but I can’t help but look him up and down. He steps towards me, nodding for me to continue. “I have a Christmas present for you.” His eyes widen, a confused smile tugs on his lips. “A Christmas present?” I nod, now excited. “Sit down and close your eyes” I order, pulling him back to the bed. I sit next to him, waiting for him to do the same. “Now stop looking at me and close your eyes.” He leans forward, still experiencing the waves of alcohol “You’re so pretty tho” he drags out the last syllable. “Tommy close your eyes and put your hands out” He still leans towards me, “Now”. He huffs and finally does so. I gently pull out the origami horse from my pocket, laying it in his hands. I watch his fingers jolt slightly at the feeling. “Ok, now you can open.” His eyes open, yet he sits silently, taking the horse in his fingers, examining it closer.

I can’t read the expression on his face and I begin to worry. “I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid I shouldn’t have-” He cuts me off. But not with his words. With his lips. My eyes stare wide, shocked at the action before I melt into the kiss. It’s perfect. It’s everything Rosaline describes from her romance book. It’s everything my dreams had wished for. After what feels like hours, we pull apart. “Thank you Y/N. I-i I don’t even know what to say.” Thomas speaks quietly, a loving softness to his voice. “You’re welcome Tommy. It’s a thank you for all that you’ve done for me.” He places it upon his desk, admiring it for the moment. “Would you mind if we lay down...together” He asks, his eyes pleading for a yes. I can’t seem to form words at this point. Instead I simply nod. We get comfortable, I removed my shoes and veil before laying beside him. He wraps his arms around me as my head rests upon his chest. “Y/N? Can you promise me something?” I lift my head, noticing the vulnerability wobbling his words. “Anything Tommy”. “Promise me that even after this fighting is done, we will stay together and that we will always find each other. Even if we are separated by a world and a half?” I raise my hand, extending my pinky. “Pinky promise” I say, “Pinky promise”, he returns. Our fingers lock and my heart rests. “Now, come here”, he whispers, tilting my lips to his.

That night would never leave me. For how could one forget something as beautiful as that. We continued late into the night before finally falling asleep, bare in each others arms.

Just before the tidal wave of sleep took over us, one last thing was said.

“I think I’m in love with you Y/N.”

“I think I love you too Tommy.”

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Heaven and Hell Bound - Tommy Shelby ~ Part 4

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Hi guys. Thanks for liking and commenting on the previous parts. Apologies for the slight delay but I hope you enjoy this chapter none the less. I realise that in some series’ the authors tag certain people in each update to ensure they get notified of it so if you would like me to do the same just let me know. Feedback is always welcome and Part 5 is on its way. <3

Part 4 - Bandages and Blushes

Y/N’s POV

Tommy had been sleeping for nearly two days now. My heart jumps to my throat every time I walk past. I fear that the sleep he is receiving now shall be the only slice of peace he may experience for years to come. I selfishly couldn’t help but to prolong my time with Tommy. A typical 5 minute vital check and bandage replacement turned into more of a 15 minute endeavour, filled with stolen stares and gentle touches. My fingers danced over his skin, like a water kipper over a pond, fragile movements as to not break the surface below. I’d whisper to him, let him know I was there. Perhaps I could lead him to sweeter dreams.

It seems my emotional brain had conquered my rational one at the point for I find myself counting every minute Tommy spends in slumber. My lower lip partly swollen, painted with a rubier shade of red from my insistent nervous biting. The mechanisms of my pocket-watch as worn as the bottom of my shoes, scratched and strained from my obsessive need to watch time pass. It seems that my anxieties resonated off me like the sound of the air-raid sirens bellowing across the fields. Either that or Rosaline hunts down panic like a bloodhound to a body. She had been watching me for the past few hours now, observing my distressed ticks and decided she had seen enough. “Y/N,” she spoke gently, her hand in mine, “he’s going to be ok hon, trust me. He’s a soldier and a strong one at that. What he does not need right now is you working yourself up over him.” We both knew she was right, she was always right when it came to this kind of stuff. “I’m sorry Ro, I only just got him back I can’t bear the thought of him leaving now” I blurt out, heart thinking before my head. “Come on, go have a rest on the hill, you've been working all through the night and into the morning. I’ll watch over him hey?” I listen to her request, my body aching, it celebrates the idea of a break. I take a deep breathe, closing my eyes, listening to reason. I give her a small nod and in return she smiles wide and gives my hand one last squeeze. I head towards my hill, walking past the unconscious Thomas on my way. I pause just as I am about to leave the tent, closing my eyes in frustration at myself. Just walk out Y/N he’ll be fine. Come on just take another step. Just go outside. He’ll be in the exact same spot as when you left. Just go Y/N...Fucking hell. I seem not in control of my feet as I walk towards Tommy’s bed. Once I get there my eyes trace him over, not believing the beauty which lay before me. I gently place my hand on top of his and whisper to him, “Hey Tom. I’m still here don’t you worry. I’m just going up the hill for a little. Once you’re up and about I’ll show you hey? That sounds nice doesn’t it? Now you wake up soon hey and I’ll be right here.” I lean over, placing a light kiss on his forehead. “Come on Tommy, please wake up.” I force my feet to walk away and lead me outside the tent. My lips can’t decide which one I crave more right now, a cigarette or Thomas Shelby.

Tommy’s POV

Ringing. A mad fucking ringing in my ears that’s all I can hear. It feels like my blood has been replaced with cement, the heaviest of weights flowing through my veins. The ringing has turned into muffled voices and sounds, my eyelids and muscles still stuck in unconsciousness. My senses seem to be awakening alongside me as the smell of antiseptic now flooded my nose. I try to make sense of what I’m hearing, ignoring the ocean-like muffling filtering my eardrums. “...up the hill...come on Tommy” I hear a light female voice say. I feel a warmth leave my hand, perhaps she had been holding it. My heart yells to me, Y/N, it speaks. It had to be her with me. With all my might I try to reach my hand out, to move my lips, to open my eyes. Please come back. With her distraction gone, the pain which rippled through my body finally came to my attention. Fucking hell. I try to think back to what had occurred before I slept, only receiving flashing segments of memory. Both the enemy’s and our own tunnel had become one and chaos had ensued, next thing I was in this bed staring at Y/N angelic face as the nurses began their work, and finally, screaming in pain as my pretty girl removed the bullet and stitched me up. I had to wake up for her, I need to know if she is ok. It took me another 10 minutes to open my eyes, another 5 to speak. Seeing as I had just woken up, various different nurses had looked over me and to each of them I said, “Please I need to see Y/N”. It wasn’t until the one who I had seen standing with Y/N the first time I met her came to me. Rosaline, I believe Y/N told me her name was. She listened and she followed. “Right away Mr Shelby.” I breathe in, nervous excitement swelling over me. Tommy Shelby, I said to myself, you haven’t been this nervous over a girl since giving one a squashed, half-dead flower when you were 7 years old. I will act calm and collected and pray the blush on my cheeks does not give me away.

Y/N’s POV

“He’s awake!” My eyes fly open and my head turns to Ro. I take in her smile and giddy hands. He’s ok. I knew he’d be ok. My mind begins to turn at a million miles an hour. I look horrible, what do I say, did he hear what I said to him as he slept, my brain ticks faster and faster. “Hey!” Rosaline speaks, now crouched down to my level, “Don’t worry about anything, ok? He specifically asked after you. And don’t tell him I said this, but he looked kinda nervous too.” Her addicting smile lighting up each word. I felt a shy tug pulling at the edges of my lips as she revealed this to me. “Well? Get your ass in there!” I laugh at her, rising to my feet. I look to her, giving her my silent gratitude.

My heart moves as fast as my feet, I can feel the other nurses and patients looking to me, confused as to why such a contagious smile plagues my face. And finally I see him, and he sees me. We look to each other. He smiles and laughs. I do the same. Oh Tommy. I walk to him, sitting in the chair next to his bed. “Hello, pretty girl” He smirks. “Hello, pretty boy” I look down a shy blush painting my face. He reaches out, tucking a finger under my chin, lifting my gaze back up to his. “Not exactly how I planned our next meeting to go,” he says. “What? You in a hospital bed and me with blood on my apron isn’t your idea of a perfect first date?” I reply, sarcasm lacing my tongue. He laughs, a perfect melody escaping his lips, “As long as I’m with you, I think we could make hell pleasant.” I giggle, placing my hand upon his. We sit in silence for a few moments, his thumb moving back and forth on my soft skin. I see him close his eyes and gently fall back onto his pillows. I wonder what he’s thinking of. I don’t realise I’m staring until his eyes open and he pulls me out of my trace with a few gentle words, “Is there something on my face?”. He asks in obvious jest, making playful fun of me for staring. “No no no, I just, there wasn't, I-i” He laughs. “Shh, it’s alright Y/N. It’s just funny that out of the both of us, you’re staring at me.” I smile, butterflies engulf my stomach. “How do you feel?” I ask, a fragility to my voice. “Like shit. But, nothing I’m not used to at this point” he says sadly. I squeeze his hand, hurting over the idea of him in pain. He smiles at me in response.

I decide to check his report to see when was his latest administering of medicine was, perhaps I could lessen his suffering. I see that he’s due for a bandage change and vitals check. “Ok Tommy, seeing as I am a nurse and they don’t feed me just to talk to my patients, I’m going to change your bandages ok?” He smiles at me as I stand up, moving towards his wrapped shoulder and chest. As my fingers begin to peel the old bandages off, I notice how close we are. My fingers are tracing his bare chest, our faces barely a few inches apart, he’s looking at me, his eyes flicking from my fingers, to my lips, to my furrowed brow. I’d only done this while he was asleep and I’m beginning to wish he was as his eyes burn through me. My fingers brush against his neck, I hear him sharply inhale. I watch as he closes his eyes and drag his bottom lip through his teeth, perhaps as a way to prevent any noise from happening again. “I’m sorry Tom. Does it hurt?” I ask secretly wishing it wasn’t hurt making him react like this. “No no no... Y/N you’re alright...just keep going”, he quickly replies, his face flushed a warm shade of pink. I continue with my procedures, his eyes avoiding mine whenever I look up. Oh Tommy, what are you doing to me.

I finish up, discarding of any rubbish and taking my seat once more. “All better now hey?” I say softly, my tongue forgetting all words and means of conversation. “Thank you Y/N. For all this and for keeping your promises,” he says sweetly, gently grabbing my hand and placing it in his “looks like Arthur and John are gonna have to deal with me for a little bit longer then eh?” I chuckle. “Speaking of those brothers of yours, I had word sent down when you arrived to let them know you were ok. Couldn’t have them going off and celebrating prematurely now could we?” I smirk to him. He laughs, rolling his eyes. “They’re gonna love you Y/N. I sometimes fear maybe too much” he explains, kindness glazing over his bewitching blue eyes. “Do you think I will get to meet them soon? Properly I mean. Last time I met John he was throwing up in a bucket and all I know about Arthur is what you tell me in your stories which perhaps don’t show him in the greatest of lights.” I ask, wanting to further delve into Tommy’s life. He thinks for a minute, smiling at the mention of his brothers. “Well the Christmas Ball is coming up soon. It may be the case you see them soon.” As he speaks he reaches over to the cigarettes that lay on the nearby table. He picks up two and hands the first to me, which I then place between my teeth. I reach into my pocket, retrieving my matches. As I begin to take one out, ready to light, I feel Tommy’s hand over mine as he gently takes the matches from my hands, lighting one as the match’s head explodes into flame. He carefully moves his hand towards me as he offers to light my cigarette. Naturally I lean down, watching and inhaling as the flame moves from the match to my cigarette. Our eyes lock for a brief moment, a new type of air filling my lungs and it’s not just the smoke. I relax into the chair as he lights his own. “Christmas Ball?” I speak, cutting through the thick air, “where on earth have they found a place and time during this bloody fighting to hold a Ball of all things?” He begins to speak in response, but I find myself encapsulated by the new sight in front of me. Thomas Shelby smoking was a whole other level of beauty. “Well a 2 day ceasefire has already been agreed upon by both sides and orders have been made for drinks, food and music. Arthur’s already laid out his formal gear and John has given himself a horrible home haircut in preparation” he explains, his words shaping the smoke which framed him. “And what have you done to prepare Tommy?” the question slides of my tongue. “Well you see Y/N,” He taps out the burnt ends of his cigarette into the ashtray, “I think you’ll find I’m preparing right now. It is my goal to take the prettiest girl to this Christmas Ball and she’s already fallen head over heels for me”. “Oh really?” I play along, trying to hide my smirk, “Poor girl. She must be delusional.” He hums in agreement. “Or blind” I continue. He gasps, “Y/N! My poor feelings” he jests. “Well by the sounds of it you’ve already got a date so I better work on finding mine. Shall my next letter be posted to Arthur or John?” He laughs, his now classic smirk and eye roll taking my breath away. “Now that's a poor girl. Some say it’s harder to be Arthur or John’s women than it is to be in the trenches.” I laugh, his dark humour suiting his face well.

“Ahem.” I hear from behind me. Oh no. Come on why now. I look to Tommy as he now begins to try and hide his smile by rubbing his bottom lip. “Ahem!” I hear once more. The distinct sound of the old, grumpy, hunched over, goblin-from-hell creature that takes the form of Matron Nurse Beatrice. Bloody fucking Beatrice. I quickly rise to my feet and turn to face her. “Yes Matron?” I ask, not ready for the grilling I’m about to receive. “It seems I’ve caught you once more frat-er-niz-ing with this soldier,” I try to hold my tongue as she over-enunciates every syllable in every word, “you are under gods watch young one and he wishes to see you do good work, not whisper silly things into this young man’s ear.” I can’t believe this is happening. Of all the times. Tommy’s never going to let this down. “Do you understand me young lady?” she grunts out. “Yes Matron” “I don’t have to beat you over the head with my bible again do I sister Y/N?” I hear Tommy laugh, quickly trying to cover it as I cough. I close my eyes. Can this get any worse. “No Matron.” “Good. Well get on with it.” She turns and hobbles away, I swear I can see devils horns on her head and hooves on her feet. I turn around in silence, not even daring to look at Tommy for fear I might explode from sheer embarrassment. “You’re under gods watch Y/N” Tommy says, now deciding that what I need to hear is a wonderful Beatrice impression just to kick me while I’m down. “Don’t you dare Thomas” I look up to him. “Where’s my bible I need to give Sister Y/N a good beating” he continues, for some horrible reason he sounds exactly like her. “I’m gonna kill you Shelby.” I begin to walk away. “Not before I kill you Y/N! Let’s hope I don’t die of old age first.” he goes on with that stupid fucking impression. By now I’m nearly out of his sight, quickly shouting back “Shut up Tom”. I can already tell that little bastard is still laughing about it. Some luck I have.

A fair amount of time had passed since my last interaction with Thomas, yet I could not help but play it out on repeat in my head. I had already gushed out to Rosaline what had happened, mind you leaving out the Matron bit for I think I may jump off a cliff if i have to deal with anymore teasing. She responded with some giddy girly screams and jumping up and down. Classic. I continued my duties until the next day, having small conversations with him, feeling bubbly after each one. However, I knew that our time together would soon come to an end. Whilst not yet fully fighting fit, he was needed back down in the tunnels. I busied myself as he was getting dressed back into his gear and cleaning his bed. I was so scared in fact that it was him who came to me, lightly grabbing my arm and spinning me towards him. “Hey pretty girl” he says. “Hello Thomas” I reply, not bothering to hide the sadness in my voice. “You know, while I was asleep I heard you speaking of a hill and you’ve also mentioned it in your letters. I was wondering if, for the last 5 minutes, you wouldn’t mind showing me? It is the sunset after all” He smiles wide, his hand moving down from my arm and into my own, our fingers interlocking. I smile at him, “I would love nothing more pretty boy.” I lead him outside and onto the hill. Mother nature had sent us a gift with the sunset painting she had provided us tonight. “It’s beautiful up here” he breathes out. “Yeah it is isn’t it” I sigh with him. “Y/N” “Thomas” we say together, laughing at our nervousness. “Thank you Tommy, for everything” I look up to him, taking a step forward. “Likewise Y/N” he steps forward as well. As I dance within his eyes, I hadn’t noticed that he lifted up one of his hands and placed it upon my cheek. We move closer. This has to be heaven. He places a delicate kiss on my skin, just beside my lips. My eyes flutter shut. This has to be a fairy tale. He rests his forehead on mine. Tranquillity had never felt so tangible. But like everything perfect it has to end. “Tommy Sir. I’m sorry Sir but it’s time.” A soldier speaks from the foot of the hill. We open our eyes and smile to each other. “Write to me” he whispers. “I will. I promise. Pinky promise.” We lock our pinkies together, I promise to write and he promises to stay alive. I feel his warmth move away, leaving me in the coldness of reality. I stand by myself my arms wrapped around my body. Just before he enters the tent he turns to face me once more. He waves, as if we were neighbours, guaranteed to see each other tomorrow morning. I smile and wave back. I pray I have not sent him back to his death

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Heaven and Hell Bound - Tommy Shelby ~ Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

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Part 3 - Look After Me

Y/N POV

Tommy and I have been writing each other for a few months now. I learnt all about his family and his business back in Small Heath. He sent me sketches of his brothers and of a wonderful little flower that had grown despite all the despair which surrounded it. At his request, I, rather reluctantly I must say, sent him a photograph of myself. As soon as the notion was brought up I could feel myself reeling back as insecurities fill my mind. But how could I resist such a dreamy writer:

Whilst your words and the hint of perfume that comes with every letter brings a breath of heavenly air, I find myself wishing for something more. Dare I ask that you send a photograph of yourself. And before you protest I do not care if it's old or embarrassing or your hair looked funny, I need to see my pretty girls face. And Arthur has been insistently begging to find out what you look like. However, I fear they may have to pry the photo out of my cold dead hands before I let anyone else have it. Write to me soon please Y/N. It gets more miserable out here as each day passes. I’ll meet you in our dreams tonight.

Sincerely,

Your Tommy.

Your Tommy and Your Y/N. That’s how we had begun signing our letters. It was an indication that we belonged to us, and not to the war. I only agreed to send a photograph if one of him would be returned. It was him in his uniform, hair brushed back, the curves and contours of his face like a frame to the most gorgeous painting. The beautiful picture sits with me in the pocket of my dress everyday. Cherished and perfect do no justice to describe the levels of beauty this photo contains. I don’t know why Tommy and I have connected like this. Perhaps it’s the being away from home, perhaps it’s the war, perhaps it’s the fact that this was the first man to have any interest in me. Whatever it was, it was nice, really nice.

Outside of this heavenly escape is the very real horrors of the hospital. Patients come and go, blood pours, screams fade into the dirt, but we keep pushing on. Just let one more mother be reunited with their son.

“Y/N!” My name was called, like it always was when a particularly bad patient arrived. I postponed my rounds and quickly ran to the emergency bed, scrubbing up with what I can as the soldier is carried in, his pained moans and short, shallow breathing swelling in volume. “Briefing!”I yelled to the nurses that guided him in. “Gunshot wound to upper chest, head trauma, erratic heartbeat and breathing pattern.” Whilst he was placed down on the bed I turned away, telling the nurses what will be required. “Is that understood?”, they nod and proceed to collect said items. I begin to turn around to the patient, “Ok, now what’s your name sol-”, I freeze. No, please no. My gaze had met those most beautiful blue eyes once again. “T-Tommy?” I ask, hoping that my eyes may be lying to me. He looks at me with drowsy, pain-filled eyes. “Y/N? What are -” he interrupts himself with a pained groan, squeezing his eyelids shut and gritting his teeth. Instinctively, I place one hand on his trembling shoulder and the other on his cheek. “Tommy, hey Tom, Tom, look at me”, I say gently, trying to hide the panic in my voice and the shaking of my hands. His eyes are frantic, trying to find some relief from the fire that coursed through his veins. “Fuck! Fuck!”, he yells in pain as one of the nurses begins to clean his bullet wound, tears cascading down his mud-covered cheeks. I look to the other nurses, we all knew what would happen if Thomas couldn’t calm down. Rosaline must have made her way towards the bed after hearing the commotion, seeing as she had now placed her hand on my shoulder. We nod at each other, a new surge of hope and devotion filling my bones. I place both my hands on Tommy’s tear-stained cheeks, tenderly turning his face to mine. Now all I can see is Tommy’s face, and all he can see is mine. The noises of the hospital fade as our eyes meet, just like they did when we first met. “Hey Pretty Boy. Shhh, it’s going to be ok. Hey? It’s going to be ok I promise. Pinky promise.” He starts to calm down as he focuses on the colour of my eyes and the movement of my lips. I nod to the other nurses, silently asking them to continue treatment. It was now my job to distract Thomas until the procedures were over, or at least until he passes out. “Tom, could you tell me about your horses again?” I ask, lightly nodding to him whilst my thumb caresses his cheek. “There’s one that reminds me of you” he manages to get out. “Oh yeah? How so?” I continue, a smile etching its way onto my face. He slowly lifts up one of his hands, twirling some of my hair between his calloused fingers. “Same coloured hair”, his fingers move to my cheek, “Soft and pretty, with the most beautiful eyes”. I notice the nurses are nearly finished with everything, except the worst was still yet to come. “Well I can’t wait to see her for myself then hey?” I take a deep breath in, preparing myself for the ordeal that was to come. “Tommy, there’s one more thing we have to do ok? It’s going to really hurt. But, I’ll be right here.” He looks to me, scared and fragile. “Just please help me”, he breathes out, closing his eyes. I make my way to the tray of equipment, preparing what I need to remove the bullet and restore any internal and external damage. Tommy’s screams burned into my ears. Tears filled my eyes, but now was not the time to get emotional, I had a soldier to help. I thought of the family he left behind in Small Heath, and of his brothers which work below in the tunnels. I knew I had to do it for them.

Thomas had passed out not soon after I had retrieved the bullet. He looked so calm, at peace, beautiful. As I was stitching him up I took in every detail of his still body. He was muscular and toned, a tattoo resting upon his skin alongside too many a scar that littered his torso and arms. I pulled the blanket over him, praying that he gets the rest he deserved. I steal one last look at Tommy before reluctantly turning away.

With a cigarette already in my mouth I head to my spot on the hill, desperate for some kind of quiet. I practically fall to the ground, exhaustion defeating my muscles. “Big day huh?” I hear Rosaline ask from behind me, matches in her hand, ready to light my cigarette. We sit in silence, staring out at the setting sun, hazed over with the smoke which escapes from our lips. “Fucking hell Ro. That’s Tommy in there”, I try to convey my bewilderment. “He could have fucking died and could have either watched it happen or never even known about it.” I continue to take long drags of my cigarette, an attempt to calm my deliriously emotional mind. “Y/N the way he looked at you, you’ve only been talking for a few months now but he looks at you like you’re an angel”, she sighs, a hint of jealousy poisoning her otherwise compassionate observation. I look to her with tired eyes, “Ro, come off it now. You know that Edward, myself, and practically everything that breathes looks at you that way”. I reach to grab her hand, too tired to find any more voice. “Sorry Y/N, I just miss him... At least you and Tommy will be able to have a few days together”, she says, an apologetic tone lacing her words. A smile broke out on my face with this realisation. A blush made its way across my skin. My mind had wandered to happier places, places with Tommy. Never had I been nervous to spend time with a patient. But then again this wasn’t any old soldier. Whilst I danced in the fields my daydreams created, I hadn’t noticed the flame on my cigarette inching ever closer to my fingers as it’s length dwindled as time went by. That was until a scorching pain seared over my fingers, burning the skin which once held it. I dropped it instantly, inhaling through my gritted teeth.

I hope that Tommy Shelby does not burn me the same.

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Heaven and Hell Bound - Tommy Shelby ~ Part 2

Part 1

Part 3 will be out soon.

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Part 2 - The Letters

Y/N POV

“Mail! Group up ladies it’s mail day!” I hear a few of the nurses cheer. Right now, we’ll take any chance to celebrate. I quickly finish cleaning up my metal equipment as Rosalie grabs my hand, eagerly pulling me towards the crowd of nurses surrounding the Lieutenant. As the mail begins to be handed out I hear my surname “L/N”. I look to Rosalie excited, before we take the envelopes and heading back to Ro and I’s little spot just outside of the tent, upon a hill, overlooking a wonderful display of flora and fauna. I place where one could convince themselves that there was no war.

“Who have you got Ro?”, I ask, following the tradition we have set for ourselves. “One from Mum and one from my sister”, she replies, trying to hide the sadness in her voice. “Still none from Edward?” I ask. We’ve not heard from her lover for a few weeks now. “No...He’ll be ok. I’ve only heard that things are going well in that part of the front”. We both know she’s trying to maintain hope. I hug her. She hugs back. “Well what have you got?”, she asks me, trying to hide the fact that she’s wiping a tear from her eye. I look at my envelopes, flicking through them, stating who they’re from as I go. “Ma Ma, Gran and...one I don’t recognise.” She looks at me curiously, scooting closer to me so she can see for herself. “Well. Open it up then!”. Excitedly we open the envelope and I begin to read it aloud.

Dear Sister Y/N,

To begin with, I would like to say that I have no bloody idea if this will reach you or not but within this war there is no time for second chances. That being said this is both a thank you letter and, if you would allow it, a personal letter.

Firstly, I would like to thank you wholeheartedly for treating my brother, John. He has caused nothing but a ruckus down here and I am disappointed that you couldn’t have accidentally whacked him on the head to keep him in bed for longer. And yes, before you say it, I did get that from one of the comedy plays. Despite this, both myself and my two brothers, Arthur and John, would like to say Thank You.

Now onto the bit of the letter I am worried to write.I would like to know if you would be willing to conduct some letter correspondence with me whilst we are stuck out here. I believe that you would like someone to talk to and I need a pretty girl to dream of. Just use the return address on the envelope and use the name ‘Thomas Shelby’.

Looking forward to hearing from you pretty girl,

Sincerely,

Tommy Shelby.

I stare at the note shocked. I re-read the letter in disbelief. Surely it couldn’t be from that beautiful blue-eyed soldier. I scoff, shaking my head. “No way…”, I mutter. “Y/N bloody L/N what did I tell you!!”, Rosalie yells attracted some unusual looks from the older nurses. “Shh! Ro shut up”, I laugh at her, embarrassed. “He’s so in love with you I told you. ‘Pretty Girl’ that is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!” she beams, smiling ear to ear. I sit there, blushing, biting my lip to contain my smile. “Well, I think we’ve got a letter to write'' I say, giving her the biggest smile to form on my face since the war started.

Oh boy, here we go mister Tommy Shelby.

Tommy’s POV

“Tommy we’ve got mail” I hear Arthur grunt out with his cigarette still stuck between his teeth. John, Arthur and I sit in our small bunks ready pass out due to pure exhaustion. “Whose it from then eh?”. John yanks the letters out of Arthur's hand, restlessly needing to know who exactly sent the mail. “Aunt Pol, our Ada and one from the medical base up top-” Now it’s my turn to yank the letter from John’s hands, hastily walking to sit over on my bunk. “Fuckin’ hell Tommy what is it? A message from God?” John laughs. Arthur joins in, “Now now John-Boy, I reckon our Tommy here has got a letter from that fit little nurse he’s got his beady little eyes on hey?”. I ignore them, opening the letter to be greeted with delicate cursive writing and the smell of floral perfume. I take a moment to breath it in, preparing myself for what I am about to read.

Dear Tommy Shelby,

It is with great pleasure that I tell you your letter arrived perfectly well and directly into my hands. Whilst perhaps I must take you for some writing lessons after this to fix your handwriting I found your letter most pleasant.

Regarding your brother John, I am quite pleased that not only is he in good health, he is also far more obnoxious than before. Therefore, my plan has succeeded and my experimental medicine is working. Let’s keep that a secret between us hey? It is my job to keep you men safe and to keep my promises. I never break my promises.

Regarding your proposition of personal correspondence, simply, I look forward to it. Now you, pretty boy, have caused quite a stir with the old nurses who wish to steal you from me. Unless you’re into that of course I could easily give them your name.

Write to me soon and tell me all about those brothers of yours.

Sincerely,

Y/N L/N

I hold the letter close to my chest and close my eyes. Perhaps something good will come from this war after all.

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Heaven and Hell Bound - Tommy Shelby ~ Part 1

Hi guys! I thought I might try my hand at a Peaky Blinders fanfic seeing as they’re all I read. Let me know if you wanna see part 2. Feedback is more than welcome. :)

part 2

Part 1 - Meeting

Y/N POV

Shrapnel. Bandages. Death. No more was the smell of dinner, Ma Ma’s delicate flowers or the hay bales encompassing of my life. Rather, the screams of the shell-shocked, the staining of blood on my apron and the heavy stench of grief. In writing, France was a most beautiful place, a heavenly place. Heaven had been invaded by hell, and the devil’s grasp is suffocating. My name is Y/N L/N of the British Voluntary Aid Detachment and it was in this nightmare, that I met my angel.

“Sister Y/N we need you now!” I hear one of the nurses yell to me as yet another poor young boy is carried in by one of his war brothers. I quickly make my way to the boy as he is placed on one of our very last beds, none of us expected to ever reach full capacity. I scan the boy over, noting multiple head wounds, broken fingers and lack of consciousness, yet he’s still breathing. “What happened?” I ask the man who carried him in, already tending to his head wound with salt water, alcohol and bandages, and his fingers with a splint. “T-tunnel collapse” the man struggles to get out, obviously distressed by the sight in front of him. “His name?” Just as I ask this question, the boy begins to shake and convulse. “Quickly turn him on his side” I order my fellow nurses as I begin to feel for and count his pulse. “His name?!” I ask the man once more, finally looking up from my patient to meet the most beautiful blue eyes. For the briefest moment, amidst the anguish and chaos, was tranquillity. The blue-eyed soldier stares at me. I stare back. Silence. Beauty. Peace. As quickly as this moment occurred, it was torn away from me, interrupted by a spluttery cough from the injured boy. Hastily, I grab a bucket from underneath the bed and direct the patients cough, and now, vomit into the container. Relieved, I allow the boy to finish before settling him into the bed looking into his drowsy eyes, “Rest now hey? Everything's going to be OK?”. I dismiss the other nurses and they return to their duties. I look to the roof and sigh, closing my eyes, and overwhelming feeling of hope and thankfulness fills me. Just keep them alive. That’s all we need to do. Alive.

“His name is John Shelby. He’s my little brother.” I hear the man speak. I turn back to him. Why did such a beautiful creature like himself be dragged into such an ugly war. “Thank you” I whisper, suddenly shy in front of him. I write his name on down on the chalkboard at the end of his bed. “We will monitor him for a couple of days to check if any permanent injuries have been sustained but I promise you, you’ll have your brother back soon.” I smile at the soldier, he smiles back. I look down, knowing that I will dream over that smile tonight. “Oh you don’t think you could keep him for a little bit? We could finally have some peace and quiet down there?” He jokes, an entrancing look in his eyes. I laugh, a rare noise to be heard during our current situation. “Are they reading you comedy plays down there or something eh?” I joke back. He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I-” “Sergeant Major we’ve gotten past the clay” another tunneller runs in, covered in mud, a frantic look in his eyes. The blue-eyed man turns to the soldier and sighs, nodding before turning back to me. “Thank you Sister...?” “Y/N” I fill in for him. “Y/N” He repeats, almost testing how the word feels on his tongue. “Tommy now!” the other soldier states in an urge to speed things up. Our eyes meet for one last time. He politely nods to me, I nod back. My eyes follow him as he leaves the medical tent, seemingly frozen in place. “Tommy Shelby huh?” I whisper to myself, an unfamiliar feeling filling my stomach.

My day dream was interrupted by Rosalie, my best friend and fellow nurse, standing where Tommy just stood, clearly smiling with giddiness. “Now who was that gorgeous soldier looking at you like you were the first sunset he’s ever seen?” A cheeky smirk plagues her cute pale face, pieces of her ginger hair falling out of it’s bun. “Come off it now Ro, he was just being nice. Besides who knows if he’ll ever be back”, I try to dispute, turning away to hide my blushing cheeks. “Well I’m placing my bets now. Love at first sight and all that you-know! If you two get married, you’re naming your first child after me.” That bloody smirk on her face. She spits on her hand and sticks it out to me. “Fine...to hell with it” I sign my fate with one statement before matching her gesture, finally confirming her handshake.

That Rosalie, always seemed to be one step ahead.

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Dissection

Pairing: 11th doctor x reader

Words: 2642

Summary: Y/N is facing the brink of death. It’s up to the Doctor to save her.

Warnings: Mentions of death, injury, angst

With Y/N

When the Doctor told me that we would be travelling to the distant planet of Gorra, where there lies a museum with the dissected bodies of every alien species, I couldn’t be more thrilled. To see the intricacies and workings inside the creatures once beyond my imagination has long been a wish of mine, ever since I met my first alien. I’ve long been obsessed with how things work. From watches, to frogs to lasers to, most recently, time machines, it seems my fascination had finally caught up with me.

As we landed and stepped outside, I was blown away by the pristine glass infrastructure and over-hygienic dress and manner of the planet’s residents. The Doctor hands me white satin-like gloves and a slimy mask for my mouth. “The artefacts, art, museums and collectables on this planet are so valuable, any contamination is seen as an attack on international property.” The Doctor explains as he slides on his own gloves. “This mask feels like a jellyfish. Kind of gross I must admit, but, mostly fascinating.” The Doctor smiles, “it’s part perception filter, part mask actually developed from close relatives of the jellyfish so that when you put it on…” he places the mask over his mouth and the more I blink, the mask fades away. I rub my eyes confused. “It’s gone. How?” I lightly touch my finger over his lips, trying to feel for the mask. He stares at me, I stare back. I realise how strange and intrusive this must have been. I immediately move my finger away and apologize with a blush resting on my cheeks. He grabs my mask from my hands, his fingers lightly brushing mine. His hands move up as he places the mask over my mouth. It feels cool and as squishy as it looks. Before I know it, my mask has disappeared and the Doctors hands rest on my cheeks. “Don’t go apologizing now. Come-on, to the dissection ward we go.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead before running ahead, his arms flailing along with the tails of his coat. I stand, frozen, happier than ever. Oh Doctor, I love you…

After passing through multiple decontamination shells and cleanses, we finally reach the dissection ward. I recognise some of the aliens either from my own adventures or from the Doctors stories – Sontaran, Dalek, Raxacoricofa, Catkind, Sycorax, Ood, Judoon and a Weeping Angel with a mirror in front of its eyes. The halls of bodies seem infinite. “Wow” I exhale. “Yeah I know.” “It’s like, this is all the information I could ever want, this is an incredible display of science and cataloguing but, it just reaffirms that we’re all so fragile and we all deal with death. I might be the exact opposite of a species 2 million light centuries away, but we all face the same fate. We aren’t all that different you know?” I explain. The Doctor looks to me, a small smile playing on his face. He grabs my hand, “I like the way you think Y/N.” “Thanks Doc”, I look to my toes.

“OooOOo” he exclaims and leads me over to a screen and keyboard I can only compare to a computer. “This is where you can search for specific species and they’ll transport the case right to you.” I think over my choices but decide on my own race. “Human.” I couldn’t wait to see what an alien thinks of the little inhabitants of my home planet. “Great choice. One of my favourites. Now these keys are fingerprint scanning, just think of your answer and it will find it for you.” I stand in front of him facing the screen, his hands resting on my shoulders in excitement. I place my hand over the keys and think of anything human. The screen loads briefly, before displaying a red screen. ‘Human Found’. I look to the Doctor, but he seems just as confused as I am.

SNAP. A metal clasp grabs my hand that is still resting on the keyboard, holding so tight I can see blood pouring out onto the satin glove. “Doctor!” He hastily scans the metal with his sonic. “Deadlock. Dammit ok I’ll override the system.” “Doctor, ok stay calm, it’s really got me, what can I do?” I cry out in pain, trying to stay relaxed as to not worry the doctor further. “Argh ah!” he yells in frustration. “It’s not working!” From the screen came a gas that made me forget all about the pain in my arm. “I’m sorry Doc”. That’s all I manage to get out before everything goes black.

I wake up laying against a cold, hard, metal table. The all white décor of the room is momentarily blinding. Slowly, my vision comes back and try to sit up, but I soon realise I’m secured to the table with glass bindings. I’ve been stripped down and am now wearing a white underwear set. This can’t be good. I try to struggle against them bindings, staying as quiet as I possibly can. A mad beeping begins. I must have set it off with my movement. Doctor please, where are you? I see the clear air-tight doors open. Two men cloaked in white step in following behind what looks like a surgeon. “Y/N M/N L/N, Earth, Human. Welcome to the dissection ward. I’m going to be your surgeon for today.” Doctor, my Doctor, please, I have a very bad feeling about this. “Today we will finally be collecting the data regarding humanity. I could not be more excited.” He drags his gloved finger across my face. I spit at him. “Don’t touch me.” I growl. He laughs and wipes away the spit before slapping me with the back of his hand. “Don’t you dare little human. You will only make this harder for yourself”. I spit out the blood that’s leaked out of my mouth and desperately hold back my tears. I wouldn’t be caught dead showing any weakness to these people. “Now, if you are ready to behave, let us go through our schedule.” He motions to the screen on the wall. “These experiments will demonstrate the fragility of the human race. Firstly, exposure to electricity, heat, cold, sound and physical and mental torment. And we shall conclude with the ever-so celebrated dissection. And the very best part, as the first human subject, all experiments will be viewed by a live audience.”

The idea of death with the doctor is weird. You get so close on most adventures but there’s always a way out, we laugh it off, we run again. But this sounds like it might be it. Another one of his past companions to add to the list. He will blame himself and that crushes me. Oh, my Doctor, I’m so sorry. The gas comes again, and I feel the peace of the darkness.

With the Doctor

The doctor comes to laying in front of his TARDIS, his head pulsing. He lifts himself up and remembers what happened. “Y/N!” he runs into the TARDIS, hoping you might be laying underneath the console, admiring the working of the time machine like you always do. With no luck, he runs back outside, slamming his fist against the concrete floor, breaking the top layer of skin. He lets a tear fall down his face. He made a promise to Y/N the first moment she stepped foot in the TARDIS.

Y/N I promise, with both my hearts, on all the stars in the galaxy, I will keep you safe.

Doctor, I promise, with my one human heart, on all the sand particles on Earth, I will keep you safe.

He runs back to the Dissection Ward straight to the receptionist. “My friend was taken, she was using the keyboard and she was taken, please I need to find them.” The receptionist, noticing his grief and desperateness, sadly told him, “I’m sorry sir, we do not keep records of those taken. But there is the live experiments and dissection of the human today, perhaps you can ask the surgeon.”

Live experiments and dissection of the human. His hearts sink. She was the first and only human to walk on this planet. Oh my god, I’ve sent her to her death. “Where please tell me where this is all happening?” “We’ll it’s already begun, they are up to the physical torment and then comes the dissection. Through the red doors sir.” The Doctor runs through the doors, determined to not lose another companion, especially one he has fallen in love with. There he saw her, curled up in a ball, bruised, burnt, frostbitten, bleeding. He had never seen anything that enraged him so much.

With Y/N

Never had I wished for death to come knocking on my door. But now, I would be grateful for its presence. I had been burned, frozen, bled from the ears and electrocuted. Those physical experiments which had left me quivering and sobbing in pain, were nothing compared to the mental and physical torment. The had sent me through their dream passage. I had to walk through, experience and exist within my worst nightmares. I now believed the Doctor wasn’t coming but I couldn’t give up. I would make him proud, because it will be the last thing I do. I was currently in my last set of experiments – the physical torment. I laid, crumbled and dying in the middle of the auditorium. The audience looked upon me, some with binoculars, notebooks, and cameras, others just staring in amazement. I had asked the surgeon, why would they ruin their one subject by destroying the exterior. He responded,

We beat and batter the body to take as much information as possible. Once the physical torment nearly kills the patient, we completely heal the body, leaving it fresh for dissection.

You’re sick

The floor was a huge ‘trap-door’. That’s where they would drop my body after they were happy with the physical torture. The little minions the surgeon used to conduct the experiments on me were currently using knives to peel away at my skin and examine my circulatory system. I couldn’t decide whether I couldn’t feel a thing or if I could feel everything. “Doctor please” I cried out.

With the Doctor

I was sick. I was angry. I was filled with hatred and fury. The oncoming storm had arrived with force. I stared at her from the viewing balcony above where she lay. How could I do this to her? I noticed the screens on the walls. I knew this is where the surgeons brief and the last-words of the subject could be viewed. With hands shaking, I played the video.

Surgeon Brief -

Subject: #98789233

Species: Human

Name: Y/N M/N L/N

Subject is healthy and, luckily for her and for everyone here, the first human subject we have worked with.

Subject’s last words –

Doctor. I know you’re out there. I hope you’re out there. You are forgiven, utterly and completely forgiven. I love you more than anything in the universe you have shown me or would have ever shown me. I love you with my one human heart, with all the sand particles on Earth. Don’t blame yourself please Doc. Laugh lots, travel adventurously, love tremendously, remember me.

My whole body shook. Tears streamed down my face. My Y/N. I love you too…I needed a plan and I needed one faster than ever.

With Y/N

I felt calm, numb at peace. The surgeon had announced that the dissection would now begin. I felt the trap door open from beneath me. I closed my eyes and thought of him, my home, my adventures. I would be free, let me fall.

And I fell.

I felt I was flying, floating, free. I expected to land back on the hard metal table but instead I fell into warm arms. I opened my eyes to meet the eyes of the one I love. “Doctor” I try to speak. This must be the afterlife. I once again close my eyes, feeling at home within his arms.

6 months later in the TARDIS

BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…A piercing beeping sound filled my ears. My eyes felt glued together, my body as heavy as lead and my skin on fire. I forced myself to rip open my eyelids to take in my surroundings. I was in a soft bed, surrounded by medical equipment I didn’t recognise. I looked down to my body and noticed all the burns, scars and stiches and it all came flooding back. All the torture, all the torment. I screamed. I screamed and screamed and screamed. Tears flowing from my eyes, my throat scratched from my yelling I hear the door open and someone run in. They grab me. I try to fight. “Get off me! Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare touch me! Doctor! Doctor help! DOCTOR!” I hear shushing and the person strokes my hair and my back. “Y/N! Y/N! It’s me! It’s the Doctor! Please Y/N it’s the Doctor. I’m here. I’m here.” I stare into his eyes, confused and scared. He stares right back. “Doctor?” “Hey, it’s me, it’s the Doctor.” I look around me, I’m in the TARDIS, I’m with the Doctor. “Am I alive?” He laughs as tears fall. “Yes, you are alive. 100% alive”. And with that we held each other, for what felt like forever. It was perfect.

The next few weeks of recovery was the hardest thing I had ever have to do. The nightmares, the flashbacks, the terror. But the Doctor was always there. He told me that he had positioned the TARDIS right under the trap door, catching me before I landed on the dissection table. We went through each day slowly. It was tough, but I wasn’t alone.

The Doctor and I sit on the edge of the TARDIS, doors open, legs swinging in space, my head resting on his shoulder, his hand resting on mine. “Y/N” he asked softly, I hummed asking him to go on, “Do you remember filming your last words before it all happened?” My memory regarding that day is a little wacked out. “Sort of. Why?” The Doctor paused and thought to himself, from that day on, he had realised he had fallen in love with Y/N.

I love you more than anything in the universe you have shown me or would have ever shown me. I love you with my one human heart, with all the sand particles on Earth.

If she had loved him them, perhaps she loved him now. “You said that…um… you said” he stuttered. I lift my head off his shoulder, stare him in the eyes and place my hands on his cheeks, “you can tell me anything Doc”. He sighs, shuts his eyes, and rested his forehead on mine. “You said that you love me more than anything in the universe, with all your one human heart and with all the sand particles on Earth”. I freeze, frightened of what is to come. “Do you still feel like that?”. I move my hands to my lap and stare out into space, “Yes of course Doctor. How could I not?” Finally admitting how I had felt for a long time. The moment of silence which followed this was painful, and solidified the fact that, he could never fall in love with me.

The Doctor knew that if he wanted to prove that he loved her, now was the time. So, he gently turned her face and pressed his lips upon hers. She froze in shock and then completely melted into his kiss. Neither of them wanted to pull away. But he had to tell her…

“Y/N I promise, with both my hearts, on all the stars in the galaxy, I will keep you safe. And, that I will love you forever.”

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Time Boy Chapter 2: Dear Santa

Amelia and I kneel beside our bed, eyes closed, hands in prayer. We decided to finally ask someone for help about the crack in the wall. For as long as I can remember, I’ve heard whispers from the wall. They tell me about the Atraxi, the Sisters of the Water and a man named Vincent just to name a few. I try to talk back but nothing works. It wasn’t an issue until Amelia started to hear them. Aunt Sharon wouldn’t listen, she never listens. So, we turned to the only other person we trust.

“Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls, the pencils and the fish. It’s Easter now, so I hope I didn’t wake you. But honest, it is an emergency.”

She looks over to me with kind eyes, I softly stutter “Its about the crack in our wall”. “Aunt Sharon says it’s just an ordinary crack, but we know it’s not, because, at night, there’s voices.” I always wrote down everything I heard into my diary. I wasn’t planning on ever showing Amelia my writings, but she looked utterly terrified when she first heard ‘Prisoner Zero has escaped’. I needed to let her know she wasn’t alone. “So please, please could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman? Or…” She trails off. We could both hear a distant whirring and whooshing and, finally, a crash. We look to each other in surprise, maybe it worked? “Back in a moment”. We run to the window looking out onto the backyard and that’s when I saw it. That beautiful big blue box. Our hearts swell. “Thank you, Santa” we say in sync. Amelia and run to our gumboots, hers red, mine blue and a flashlight each. Hand-in-hand, we run to the treasure that’s fallen from the sky.

We stand near the glowing box now. As I stand there, I feel the box’s pain and excitement. I slowly approach the blue treasure and gently place my palm against its side. I feel it hum as my body fills with warmth. This peacefulness was soon interrupted as its doors swing open. I run back to A and hide behind her arm, peaking around her. A grappling hook comes flying out of the box and landing beside me. We didn’t have time to be confused about that however, as two hands soon appeared grasping to the edge of the box. And soon, those hands were replaced by a face.

“Can I have an apple?”

He stares at us, an indescribable emotion within his eyes. His hair is drenched, he’s covered in sweat, and he’s crawling out of a magic box. Who are you?

“All I can think about – apples. I love apples. Maybe I’m having a craving. That’s new – never had cravings before.”

He rambles. I can’t stop looking into his green eyes. They look old and tired yet fiery and eager. I feel safe. I only ever feel safe with A, but I think this magic man might actually be able to help us. Amelia and I stand strong together, both strangely comfortable. He lifts himself so that he looks down into the box.

“Woah! Look at that!” My sister and I stand confused. What could he be looking at? That box would barely fit him. “Are you OK?” We both ask. He giggles, “Just had a fall. All the way down there, right to the library. Hell of a climb back up.” I hear the whispers again. “TARDIS”, I repeat. He looks at me, perplexed, “What did you say?” Amelia breaks his thought, “You’re soaking wet.” “I was in the swimming pool” he replies. “You said you were in the library”. “So was the swimming pool”. Swimming pool? Library? All in this TARDIS? “Are you policeman?” I ask, uncharacteristically loudly. He leans forward, concerned, “Why? Did you call a policeman?” “Did you come about the crack in our wall” I respond. “What craaa?”

He twitches and squirms, falling off the box in pain, landing in the dirt. I run over to him, my small hands slowly hold his face. “Are you alright Doctor?”. Who is this little girl? He thought as he took in her galactic eyes. “Yes, little one, I’m ok”. I walk back to A as the she asks, “Who are you?”. He lifts his hands and holds them in from of his eyes. His hands glow as gold little fairies dance around his fingers. It’s the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “I don’t know yet, still cooking. Does it scare you?” He asks us. Amelia responds defiantly, “No, it just looks a bit weird.” He laughs, “No, no, no. The crack in your wall.” His tone serious now, “Does it scare you?”. We pause, Amelia and I look to each other, interlock our hands. “Yes”.

He jumps to his feet, “Well then, no time to lose. I’m the Doctor. Do everything I tell you, don’t ask stupid questions, and don’t wander off”.

Little did he know…

After the ordeal that was finding food to satisfy the Doctor’s mad cravings – apples, yoghurt, bacon, beans, bread and butter, carrots – the time boy was finally sitting at our dinning table, eating of all things, fish fingers and custard. A and I opened up the ice-cream and stared at the bizarre man with the custard moustache.

“Funny.” Amelia notes. “Am I? Good. Funny’s good”. Like names from a fairy tale I hear the whispers call. “What are your names?” He asks. “Amelia Pond”, “Lunabelle Pond” we state one after the other.

“Ah, those are brilliant names. Amelia and Lunabelle Pond, like names from a fairy tale” - “Like names from fairy tale” - the Doctor and I say at the same time.

Who is this little girl? He stares at me; the weirdest emotion plays out on his face.

“Are we in Scotland, Amelia?” he questions. “No. We had to move to England. It’s rubbish.” Everyone knew that A hated England. Everyone also knew that she would do everything in her power to keep her Scottish accent. “And what about you Lunabelle? Where are you from, you don’t sound Scottish.” I grab Amelia’s hand and tap my little finger twice on her skin, letting her know I didn’t want to tell the Doctor the truth. “She’s adopted. We don’t know where she was born.” Amelia tries to lie as smoothly as she can. The Doctor’s eyes flick between us. He knows we’re not telling the whole story but decides not to press on further. “King Ju-ah of the u-ah tribe was adopted. Best leader that planet ever had.” He says. “I’ll have to ask the whispers about him”. We pause, maybe he’s just as insane as I am.

“So, what about your mum and dad, then? Are they upstairs? Thought we'd have woken them by now.”

“We don't have a mum and dad. Just an aunt.”

“I don't even have an aunt.”

“You're lucky.” We both say.

“I know. So, your aunt. Where is she?”

“She's out.” Amelia can’t even remember the last time she saw her Aunt. I remember her exactly.

“And she left you all alone?”

“We’re not scared.”

“Of course, you’re not scared. You’re not scared of anything! Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of box, man eats fish custard, and look at you two, just sitting there. Listening to the whispers. So, you know what I think?”

“What?” I question.

“Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall.”

We freeze. Amelia squeezes my hand, she’s scared. We both are.

“You’ve had some cowboys in here. Not actual cowboys, though that can happen.” Amelia runs downstairs, finding one of the only things she can remember her mum doing. While she’s downstairs the Doctors kneels in front of me, meeting my eyeline. “Now, Luna” he says softly, “these whispers, do they come from the crack?”. “I think so, but sometimes there’s 3 different voices. A man, a woman and…the silence.” “What do they say little one.” “Things that don’t make sense. The man tells me of the time vortex, of Gallifrey, instructions on how to fly a time machine. The woman helps me, she flows like a River, she helps me write in my diary, warns me of the future and promises that we will some day meet.” “And the silence?” My voice quivers, “The silence tells me of different races, species and beings spread across all that is known and beyond. And then, they flicker away, and where I used to hear children laughing, I hear a deafening silence. But most importantly the tell me,

The universe is cracked, the Pandorica will open and Silence will fall”.

The Doctor says nothing, instead, scanning me with what I know to be a sonic screwdriver. He analyses what the results are. “Impossible” He scans the crack and reads the results once more. “Completely impossible”. Before I can ask, Amelia comes back with her favourite apples.

“I used to hate apples, so my mum put faces on them.”

“She sounds good, your mum. I'll keep it for later. This wall is solid, and the crack doesn't go all the way through it. So, here's a thing - where's the draught coming from? Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. You know what the crack is?

“What?”

“It's a crack. I'll tell you something funny. If you knocked this wall down, the crack would stay put, cos the crack isn't in the wall.”

“Where is it, then?”

“Everywhere” I tell them both. “It’s a split in the skin of the world. Two parts of space and time that should never have touched, pressed together right here in the wall of your bedroom.” Little one, Amelia, what can you hear? “Prisoner Zero has escaped” We both say.

“It means that, on the other side of this wall, there's a prison and they've lost a prisoner. Do you know what that means? You need a better wall. The only way to close the breach is to open it all the way. The forces will invert, and it'll snap itself shut. Or…You know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?

“Yes” Amy sighs.

“Everything’s going to be fine.”

He holds out his hands for either of us to grab. It feels comfortable, homely. He waves his sonic over the crack it opens, showing the darkness behind it.”

“Hello? Hello?”

A huge blue eye shoots out of no-where. It’s exactly how it looks in my head. It stares right at me. I shake and stand behind the Doctor. He notices my fear and shuts the crack once more. Before it is finally closed, a light flies out and lands in his pocket.

“You see, told you it would close. Good as new”

“That wasn’t Prisoner Zero.” I tell the Doctor. He agrees, “No I think that was Prisoner Zero’s guard. Whatever it was, it sent me a message. Physic paper, takes a lovely little message.”

“I have one of those!” I run to my wardrobe showing the doctor my smaller version. He stares at it, perplexed. “From the crack?” he asks me. “I think so. From the woman.” “Keep it safe little one. Now, what did the guard say.” He opens his physic paper and reveals the message, “Prisoner Zero has escaped. But why tell us? Unless…Unless Prisoner Zero escaped through here. But he couldn’t have. We’d know.” He’s frustrated, “It’s difficult. Brand-new me, nothing works yet. But there’s something I’m missing.”

I feel physic paper heat up. I open it and read inside, “In the corner of your eye.” We all slowly turn. BONG, BONG. “No, no, no, no, no, no!” The Doctor yells and runs down to the TARDIS us Pond’s hot on his heels. “I’ve got to get back in there. The engines are phasing, it’s gong to burn!” He runs around, grabbing the hook he originally threw and jumps back up so that he sits on the side of the box.

“But! It’s just a box! How can a box have engines?” Amelia states desperately confused. It’s not a box, it’s a time machine, the whispers again.

“It’s not a box, it’s a time machine” – “It’s not a box, it’s a time machine” – The doctor and I reply simultaneously.

“Can we come?” Amelia asks.

“Not safe in here, not yet. Five minutes, give me five minutes, I’ll be right back.”

“People always say that” Amelia dejectedly says, looking to the ground.

The Doctor hops off the box and crouches down and looks at A, “Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me, I’m the Doctor.” She smiles, filled with wonder and hope. He looks to me now, and I hold his face once more. “And you, little one, you never loose that diary, or the physic paper. And never be scared.” I already knew that he wouldn’t be back in 5 minutes more like 12 years. “My Doctor, you are always forgiven. I’m sorry for what is to come, but you will be brilliant. Oh Time Boy, till the next.” The Doctor is determined to decrypt this girl. She can’t be real. He stares and pauses, then hops right up and sits above the TARDIS. He smiles once more.

“GERONIMO!!!” He flies into the box, the doors slamming shut seconds later. The box begins to fade away, that noise we heard at the start of the night, plays again. Amelia runs upstairs and begins to pack. I feel bad for her, for the next 12 years, she we feel rejected and alone.

With her beanie, gumboots, coat and suitcase, A sits outside waiting for that magic box to appear. First the 5-minute mark passes, then 10, an hour or two. Amelia cries, we comfort each other and camp out under the stars. The first night of waiting.

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