What a week, was all Tom Branson could think to himself as he gave a small smile. He could feel his heart becoming lighter at the memory of those past seven days. It was exactly a week today that Lady Sybil, Sybil, had come to him and finally accepted him. He had replayed that kiss so many times over in his head it rarely ever left his thoughts and her words were a constant tune. He was thinking of her again now, but this only made him smile even more. True, the week had taken a turn for the worst when their elopement had been cut short and she had been taken away from him. But upon his return to Downton the next day she was in the garage seconds after he had parked the car. He was still debating in his mind whether that reunion kiss, or their first kiss had been better. No the first kiss he was sure...but then again... Smiling. This was getting slightly ridiculous. But he told himself that he had never been so happy, so it was only right that he took avantage of it. Infact he had just started whistling when he heard footsteps behind him. Still holding the rag he was using to polish the car he turned around to face her. Lady Sybil. His Sybil. Sybil.

"Good morning m'lady" he said with a wink.

"Oh really Tom" she sighed affectionatly as she stepped closer to him.

Branson was still in disbelief that he was finally able to show his feelings for her, but reacted instictivly to her movement and pulled her in for a quick kiss. His heart still beat fast whenever they kissed and he was hoping it would soon ease off, as he was to spend the rest of his life with her he didn't think his heart could take it. As this thought he smiled to himself again.

"Why are you so happy this morning?" Sybil enquired noting his smile.

As he replied that he had some news, he relished in the fact that he still had both arms around her waist and that one of her was on his chest, the other fussing with his hair.

"News? What sort of news? I assume good news" Her eyebrows raised in a way that made his insides disappear.

"Now you may recall, I once announced to you that I wouldn't always be a chauffer?"

"Indeed, I believe I do" she reflected on that memory, how things had changed.

"Well I was true to my word. You are looking at a new journalist for the Dublin Daily." He grinned as saw her eyes light up.

"Oh really Tom? Thats positivly wonderful" she beamed as she kissed him again.

"Indeed. It appears I'm on my way to making something of myself" he replied in a quiet voice, mimicking the action of taking his hat off.

"As I knew you would." Sybil smiled with him as she reflected on another memory from their past. She stopped remenising when she saw Toms smile falter.

"What is it?"

"Well, you see, the job must be taken in a fortnight. And as I would like to be settled in Ireland a week before I begin, well-"

Sybil finished his sentance "We need to leave in the next few days."

At his nod she untangled herself from his arms and paced a length of the garage. He looked on with concern on his face. He was happy, of course that Sybil was to be his wife, but he knew how much it was going to cost her and the feeling he was pressuring her to do so made him feel terrible.

He was about to comfort her when she spoke first. "Tonight."

"I'm sorry?"

She turned and faced him, a look of defiance in her face."Tonight, come into the house after dinner and we'll- we'll tell them. It seems fitting that they should all know our plans while they're together. I don't want them to think we haven't planned this out. I want them to know were serious."

He stepped forward and placed both hands on her arms, stroking them. "Are you sure?"

She nodded and took his hands in her "Most definatly."

As she kissed him goodbye she felt a samiliar flutter in her stomach and knew then, that she was making the right decision.