House Calls: Part 2
A/N: This was hella long and I’m stubborn so I apologize if the spacing is a bit wonky. Nevertheless, I hope this reads well, as I’ve added some line breaks in the story to help.
Trigger Warnings: Awkward af, Angst, Fluff, Maybe Swearing?
Word Count: 4,139
Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader
Requested by: @captivatedbycillianmurphy and I think some other people so enjoy! :)
Summary: After taking care of Charlie one early morning, Y/N remembers the date she made with Thomas as a deal regarding her payment for her efforts. But it didn’t take long for it to be more than they bargained for.
Part 1 | Part 2
It was Friday evening and you’d just finished up a hectic day at the children’s hospital. You’d had 2 house calls and 4 appointments at your office almost back to back.
With a sigh of relief you sat lazily in your chair at your desk, finishing up patient reports and going over the requests from the previous couple of days. You smiled slightly when your finger traced over the name typed on the rigid paper.
“House Call Request: Mr. Thomas Shelby.”
It had been 5 days since the early house call, and your job being so busy often left you with little down time, but you quickly shuffled the papers away and took in a deep breath before picking up the phone.
“Hello, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, can you connect me to Mr. Thomas Shelby please?” You asked the phone operator. You heard the clicking and frazzled line as you waited, your heart racing as the seconds passed.
“Thomas Shelby.” He said tersely.
“Uh-hello...Thomas, it’s Dr. Y/L/N from a few nights ago...I was just wanting to let you know I was free.” You said, mentally slapping yourself for being so awkward. Any composure you usually had when working over the phone completely slipped your mind.
“Y/N...nice to hear from you. How about you meet me here at 7?” He asked, his voice sending your heart over the edge.
“Sounds great, I’ll see you then. Goodbye.” You said quickly as you shakily put down the phone. Your stomach was doing flips as you frantically looked at your small closet that housed extra clothes for messy house visits or appointments.
“God I hope I have something in here....” You thought to yourself as you pulled out a knee-length black dress. Your heels were in the bottom compartment and so you rummaged around until you found a pair that were dark red.
“This should do...” You whispered as you took off your white lab coat and shimmied out of your tattered blue dress. You glanced at the clock as you got ready, taking the pins out of your hair and going through your spare makeup to find a dark red lipstick and black mascara. You finished your makeup hastily, knowing it wasn’t the amount you preferred especially for meeting someone such as Thomas Shelby.
The tension inside you went away slightly as you packed up various things in your office, temporarily taking your mind off the coming plans.
With a loud dinging sound, the clock struck half past 6, signaling it was time to leave. Reluctantly, you gathered your things and put on your old black coat, taking one last look in your mirror before locking the door behind you.
The drive was a bit rocky as it was sprinkling outside, the rain drops coming down like glitter on the dark dirt roads. As you parked and got out, your heels slightly sunk into the dirt as you walked towards the steps of the shop.
When you walked in you were greeted by a woman at one of the front desks, her hair was dark and her eyes tired but alert all the same.
“Hello dear. You must be-“ She started to say, but a deep familiar voice said your name before she could.
“Y/N, welcome. This is my aunt Polly Gray, Polly this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.” He said, quickly putting on his coat and his flat cap, the razor blade glinting in the dim light of the shop.
“Nice to meet you Ms. Gray.” You said, smiling and holding out your hand for her to shake.
She shook back with a firm grip, her eyes seemingly boring into yours as she spoke.
“Y/N, Thomas has said so many nice things about you. Would you care for a tour?” She asked.
“I think we better get going.” Thomas said, impatiently lighting a cigarette.
“Tommy it’s the first time we’ve had a guest since sprucing up the place, let me have this one moment.” She said looking annoyed at her nephew.
“Ten minutes.” He said, glancing at you with tired eyes.
You looked around at all the desks and various piles of papers that the assistants were working on, typing what seemed to be the last of their work for the day, and you heard loud chatter in the meeting room, with men drinking and writing numbers on a board and yelling every now and then.
“This is Tommy’s office, and here’s the washrooms. No ones allowed in without knocking, but since he’s not in there we’ll sneak around.” She said smirking.
“I like what you all have done to the place, I imagine it was a bit hectic before?” You asked.
“Yes. Papers strewn everywhere, faulty lights, cracking walls, luckily we came into some money.” She said, sparing any grim details.
“I see...” you said, walking over to his desk and smiling at the picture of Charlie.
“He’s talked so much about how great you were with him. Thank you for helping him the other night.” She said walking near you.
“It was no problem, really. He’s a sweet boy.” You said, as you looked at another picture of Thomas from what must’ve been a few years ago during the war.
“I’m surprised he still has that picture, considering he threw his medals in the cut...he got sent off to France with his brothers, but I’m sure he’ll tell you about that eventually.” She said, her eyes looking a bit sad. You looked at the clock on his wall, causing you to head to the door.
“Probably not a good idea to keep him waiting eh?” You asked smiling a bit to try to lighten her mood.
“Right! Sorry, those times distract me dear. It was nice meeting you Y/N, we’ll have to introduce you to the rest of the family sometime.” She said rushing you out the door and towards the lobby.
“How was the grand tour?” He asked, eyeing Polly’s sullen face.
“It was great...so where are we going Tommy?” You asked, getting him to look at you.
“The Garrison.” He said, stomping his cigarette into the floor and nodding his cap at Polly before helping you out the door.
“So is this where you grew up?” You asked, gripping your coat tighter as the cool night air crept across your skin. The rain was coming down a bit harder now, as you all hastily walked to the bar.
“Yes, like what you see?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you and smirking as you looked only at him and not at the town he grew up in.
Your face heated up as you realized you’d been staring, quickly looking away and towards the entrance to the bar.
Once inside, you shook the droplets off your coat as the smell of smoke and various alcohols filled your lungs.
Your heart skipped a beat as he took your hand in his which was warm compared to yours and led you through the crowds and to the bar.
“What’ll it be Mr. Shelby?” The bartender asked.
“Whiskey, Irish as usual.” Tommy said.
“And for the lady?” The man asked eyeing you.
“I’ll have a gin and tonic please.” You said.
You looked around at all the people, some were drunk already, some were dancing to the barely audible music being played, and others were having quiet conversations at the small tables in the middle of the place.
“Here you go. Enjoy.” He said.
Tommy took the bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses as you took your gin, but before he could walk away you spoke.
“Wait don’t we have to pay?” You asked, looking back at the already occupied bartender.
“You’re with a Shelby...it’s on the house.” He said as he led you to a table towards the back of the bar.
He sat down and lit a cigarette before taking a swig of his whiskey, watching you as you sipped your gin.
“So...Polly mentioned you’ve been talking about me...I hope it’s not anything too terrible...” You said a small smirk playing at your lips, looking at him as he gulped down the last of his shot.
“I assure you it’s nothing bad, I’ve told them about how good you were with Charlie. You saved me from one hell of a week.” He said grinning a bit.
“How is he by the way? He looks so much like you ya know...couldn’t deny he’s yours.” You said, hoping the gin would kick in sooner rather than later so you’d be able to talk as if a an anxious hand wasn’t gripping your throat.
You could see his tired eyes light up slightly as he spoke.
“He’s doing better, his cough is going away and the fever’s gone.” He said.
“I’m happy to hear that, he’s a sweet boy.” You said.
Tommy nodded as he looked at you, making you a bit self-conscious all of a sudden. If there was one thing he truly mastered over the years it was definitely making prolonged eye contact with people.
“So, how was work today?” You asked, taking a larger sip of your gin.
“Well I was supposed to be off. I had Polly clear my schedule, but something came up. Work is never really done is it?” He asked taking a drag from his cigarette.
“Not until we’re dead.” You said.
He chuckled at that, easing your nerves a bit.
“So what did Polly show you?” He asked, pouring himself a glass of whiskey and offering you one. The night was still young so you accepted it, the brown liquid burning your throat as it went down, making your face turn up slightly.
“Not a fan of whiskey aye?” He asked, a smile forming on his face.
“Only when I’m drunk enough.” You said, the rest of your gin hitting your system a bit.
“Polly showed me around the shop as you saw, and...your office.” You said, seeing him tense up slightly.
“I loved the pictures of Charlie and you on your desk. I didn’t touch anything though, I swear it.” You said, finishing your gin.
“What’d Polly tell you?” He asked, taking another drag from his cigarette.
“She thanked me for taking care of Charlie...and she mentioned you were in France...during the war...” You said looking down at the empty glass.
When you lifted your eyes up you were met with his face turned away from you, staring out the window, lost in thought.
“I-I’m sorry Tommy. I didn’t mean to upset you.” You said, reaching for his hand. The contact broke him out of whatever thoughts he’d had, his eyes searching yours.
“It’s alright. Just a difficult time that’s all. It changes you.” He said, looking at your hand in his.
“You don’t have to talk about it unless you want to.” You said, looking at his tired eyes, knowing he probably had trouble sleeping ever since.
He took a deep breath before downing another shot, you downing yours a bit later, trying to come up with a way to make the night better.
“I was a clay-kicker. We dug tunnels and planted bombs...One night we’d heard them digging right at us, so we waited knowing death was coming for us. We were prepared to die there....I can still hear the bombs exploding...the shovels scraping...” He said breaking the silence.
“Well, you’re here. That’s all that matters now Tommy.” You said, realizing he’d been holding onto your hand the whole time.
As the couple of shots you’d drank ran through your bloodstream, you saw him let his guard down slightly as the night drug on. Ordering you another gin so you wouldn’t have to deal with the whiskey as much.
“So you like gin aye?” He asked.
“Yeah, why?” You asked grinning as you took a sip of the cold, clear liquid.
“I make gin.” He said, lighting a cigarette once again.
“Oh really? I’ll have to try it sometime.” You said, your vision going slightly fuzzy as you grew more tipsy.
“How about tonight?” He asked. You pursed your lips in thought before answering.
“Alright, I’m never one to shy away from new things. Is it here?” You asked, glancing at the bar.
“No. Stored away at the warehouse, we ship some of it out but I’ve got over a hundred and thirty bottles stashed away.” He said.
“Who are you saving all of it for?” You asked.
Tommy thought for a moment, the images of Grace slipping away for once as he stared at the woman in front of him.
“For the right person I suppose.” He said.
Your cheeks heated up at the thought, causing you to look away.
Tommy continued to stare, taking in every part of you, knowing all the women he’d loved in the past usually came with a time limit. It had only been a matter of days, but he knew in his bones he felt some way towards you, no one had felt this special to him since Grace. And as much as it excited him, it also terrified him.
“Would you like to go?” He asked.
“I’d love to.” You said, clinking your glass with his as you both finished off your drinks before heading off.
The sky was as dark as ever, the moonlight guiding your path as Tommy drove towards the warehouse. The air was chilled and you could see your breath when talking.
As he parked, he ran round to help you out, holding you steady as your heels sunk more into the dirt. The rain subsided luckily, making the trek over to the heavy wooden doors somewhat bearable.
“It’s back here.” He said, prying open a crate of clear bottles, the Shelby Co. Ltd. label catching your eye, along with the description.
“Distilled for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness.” You said, reading it aloud.
“When my wife died...I started this partly for business...and partly for myself to take my mind off everything.” He said.
You nodded and sat on an old crate and watched him open the bottle and pour you both a glass.
“To the eradication of sadness, aye?” He asked raising his glass to yours.
“To the eradication of sadness.” You said smiling before taking a drink. It was slightly sweeter than the one at the Garrison, but it went down smoothly to your surprise.
Tommy looked down into his glass, getting lost in thought as the rain started up again. The heavy drops pounding on the roof of the warehouse as you sat there in drunken silence.
You had both nearly finished the bottle when the thunder grew louder over the wooden structure, your eyes lazily looking through one of the windows as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Do you want to do something fun?” You asked, lifting your head off his shoulder and looking up into his eyes. They drew you in no matter how many times you tried looking away.
“What do you have in mind?” He said, raising his brow with a slight grin.
“Do you like to dance?” You asked, knowing you were fully drunk at this point.
He looked at you as if he was searching for himself in your eyes, searching for some portion of him that he could still grasp onto amidst all the noise.
“I suppose.” Was all he said, not wanting to deal with absolutes. A yes would mean he’d have to be amazing at remembering the moves and dig past all the muck to find his old self, who’d smile and dance and ride horses all the time. A no would make the beautiful woman before him frown from disappointment. So he reluctantly got up and took her hand as she led the way, giggling slightly as she staggered slightly through the dirt covered floors.
“We’re dancing in the rain.” You said, grinning mischievously and leading him out the door.
“Fuck these shoes.” You said, taking them off so you wouldn’t sink your heels into the mud. You sat them by the door and Tommy watched as you took a large step onto the dark muddy ground looking up at the huge raindrops coming down.
“Are you mad?” He asked walking to you and putting his arms around your waist.
“I’m just living in the moment Tommy. Try it.” You said, swaying a bit as you put one of your hands in his.
He smiled and shook his head, the moonlight illuminating his features as he spoke.
“We’re going to get sick you know.” He said looking down at you, admiring how the rain made your hair shine and your skin glisten as the drops fell around you.
“Well...it’s a good thing I’m a doctor then huh?” You said smirking as you locked eyes with him. Yours trailing to his lips and his doing the same to yours.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment as you kissed, all the worries either of you had vanishing for a moment as the rain danced around you.
“Have you thought about expanding your practice?” He asked, breaking the kiss.
“Yes......why?” You asked, bringing your arms up around his shoulders as his rested on your waist.
“I figured it could be good for you, you could get out of Birmingham for a while. Have a new range of patients.” He said.
“Tommy....I can’t just up and leave, I have a life there you know.” You said, looking up at him. His eyes were set on yours, almost pleading.
“I’ll think about it, alright? But if I do decide to move out here...where will I go? Who will I help?” You asked, knowing there were only a couple of doctors in Small Heath, all old and withering away with age. And the apartments around here weren’t exactly aging any better.
“I have plan for that...if you’d let me help you. I have a couple of people in the family that you could help, only when needed of course.” He said.
“Are you wanting to hire me as the Shelby family doctor then?” You asked, smirking as he looked up at the rain.
“It would be nice not having to go to the hospitals all the time. Raises too much suspicion.” He said.
“Will I get to see that sweet boy of yours? I can’t drop my children’s practice entirely you know.” You said, the nerves bundling up in your stomach as you thought about a possible future here.
“Of course. Like I said, I have a plan.” He said smiling down at you.
You raised your hand up cupping his cheek lightly, the rain just missing his face thanks to his peaked cap.
“You and your plans Tommy...At least tell me what it is, for business purposes...” You said before he pressed his lips to yours again.
“I’ll tell you, but only after a few more dates.” He said giving you a half smile that melted your heart.
“Deal.” You said, taking his hand in yours as you walked back toward the warehouse.
The sudden movements made your skin crawl as the cold wind blew through.
“You cold?” He asked.
“Yeah.” You said, drawing your damp coat tightly around you.
Unlike you, he was used to the cold, having slept in muddy tunnels and trenches for nights on end, so he swiftly took his coat off and draped it around your shoulders, the scent of cologne and cigarette smoke radiating from the fabric.
“Now how about we go home aye?” He asked.
“Home?” You asked, sobering up as the night drug on.
“I’m not letting a lady drive herself through town this late, you can stay at mine.” He said, walking to his car and helping you in.
“Alright, but listen. I’m tired and I’d just like to sleep. No funny business.” You said holding up a finger at him.
“Why not?” He asked jokingly.
“I don’t fuck on first dates.” You said bluntly, cringing internally at the one time you did.
“Alright then.” He said, looking at you as he lit a cigarette. He smirked a bit before turning the engine on, respecting your decision but also intrigued that you were more hard to get than some other women he’s encountered in the past.
The drive was a bit long, making you want to fall asleep right there in the car, but the sounds of the gate to his grand driveway opening and closing kept you up. You lazily put your heels on before walking in the large house, the clicking of them echoing throughout the long halls.
“I assume you remember where the rooms are. My room is to the left of Charlie’s, I’m going to check on him but you can make yourself at home. There’s extra clothes in the dresser.” He said going up the stairs as you looked around. Your heart raced at the thought of sleeping beside him, the portrait of his late wife seemingly judging you as you walked up the stairs and into the bedroom.
While there, you hurriedly washed your already smudged makeup off and put one of his shirts on, letting it skim across your thighs as you walked back into the room.
Pulling the covers back on the huge queen bed, you heard Tommy talking sweetly to Charlie before hearing him shut the door. You had just made yourself comfortable when he’d walked in, a small smile plastered across his face that you’d seen so many times with parents.
“Was he asleep when you walked in?” You asked breaking the silence as he quickly changed clothes, causing you to sneak a glance at him before he climbed into the bed with you. It was a foreign feeling, sharing a bed with someone other than yourself, but you took in the moment, not knowing just how many you’d spend like this.
“He was until I walked in...had to tell him stories and play with his horse toy until he fell back to sleep.” He said, pulling you closer to him.
“Awe...I’m sure he was happy to see you though.” You said yawning lightly.
“Lets get to bed, don’t want you passing out on me tomorrow.” He said smirking down at you.
“Goodnight Tommy.” You said quietly.
“Goodnight.” He said, staring at the ceiling like he did so many nights, hoping that this time he’d be able to sleep somewhat peacefully.
The next morning, the birds chirped wildly outside as you and Tommy got up. The light from the windows blinding you both as hangovers clouded both your heads.
Tommy let out a cough and you managed a sneeze, as both of you felt like it was more than just hangover as the minutes passed, both of your heads feeling stuffed and your skin feeling a bit warmer than usual.
Tommy gave you a annoyed look as he sat up in bed, regretting his life decisions in that moment.
“What? Don’t look at me like that...” You said, getting up from the bed.
“I told you we’d get sick, you just had to live in the moment...” He said, mocking your words and watching you as you made your way to the bathroom. He watched as his shirt rode up your exposed legs as you leaned over the sink, splashing your face with cool water to help with your fever a bit.
“You could’ve stopped me you know...” You said dryer your face and then sitting next to him, checking his temperature with the back of your hand.
“Will this be going in your patient records?” He asked as you handed him a cold rag to put over his neck.
You smiled weakly as you spoke, clearly more sick from your actions than he was.
“No...we’re going to keep this one off the record...alright?” You said.
“Alright.” He said, getting up and slowly walking to his study downstairs. You got dressed in your now-dry dress and walked down the stairs to see the nanny with Charlie in the other room. You waved to him as he smiled, his appearance looking better than the last time you’d seen him.
“Hello Arthur. I won’t be in today, I’m a bit under the weather...yeah...it’s a long story. Aye don’t let the power get to your head alright brother? I’ll be back tomorrow.” You heard him say, causing you to chuckle as he walked out of his office.
You looked at his tired eyes and red nose, knowing you weren’t going to your home just yet.
Sighing and running a hand along your cold arms, you turned to him and checked is temperature again just in case.
“What?” He asked as you smirked to yourself.
“I guess today will just have to be like another house call...” You said, kissing his cheek before heading towards the bedroom again, knowing you’ll both be spending more time in there than originally planned.
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