Found a Downton Abbey ficlet of mine on an old external hard drive. It made me laugh, so I decided to upload it here. Posting it exactly the way I wrote it more than a decade ago.
400 words. Set during season 2, it features banter between Thomas and O'Brien, and appears to be setting up Thomas getting back with the Duke of Crowborough 👀
“I don't care 'ow many times she asks me, I'm not holding that bastard brat of 'ers.”
“You and me both, I never cared much for children.”
“Is that so, O'Brien? You make for a lousy woman.”
“An' you an even worse bloke.”
Thomas' eyes squint in amusement as he releases the smoke from his lungs. He takes another deep drag while thinking of something witty to reply. The only thing that comes out of his mouth, though, is a wild coughing fit.
“The 'ell's wrong with you?”
“... Nothing,” he finally mutters with watery eyes, not even bothering to look back at her. “Just remembered something.”
O'Brien is left with a half-smoked fag on the ground and the sound of Thomas' boots on the gravel.
His mind is focussed entirely on the oh so familiar figure walking past on the distant pathway that goes around the abbey. Of course he could very well be mistaken. But no, that voice coming through the front doors...
“- just as in my memories. Very fond ones, I must say.”
Leather creaks slightly as his fists clench. His mouth tightens as well. The urge to walk away is overwhelming, but he seems frozen in place. Fixated on the man that looms in front of him.
Then Mr. Carson notices Thomas. “Ah! Thomas! I do believe you met this gentleman before. The Duke of Crowborough will be gracing us with his stay.”
He tries not to flinch, and succeeds, as the Duke turns around slowly and smiles at him. His expression gives away pleasant surprise and also shows some uncertainty, which in turn puzzles Thomas.
It almost sounds apologetic. Yet Thomas does not reply, instead he gives him a curt nod and a long glare until he finds the strength to walk past them.
Miss O'Brien is already in the kitchen, reading the newspaper. She looks up when he enters.
“You look more cross than usual.”
“It's the Duke. He's back at Downton.”
“Why? Did he get his arms blown off or something?”
“Seemed fine to me. Pity.”
He never really told her why he hated the Duke with such a passion. She probably figured it had to do with his snobbish ways. That was only half of the story though. But he'd rather die than tell her about his humiliation.
“Really, is that all? You disappoint me.”
“Don't worry, we'll get him out of 'ere. There's more than one way to boil a slug.”