Hello, I've got this idea a few days ago, while I was watching a tv show and a girl got stuck on a painting, and I decided to write an au where Sybil got stuck in one as well, but after a while I chose a mirror because it seemed better for this story, either way it is not a very long story , only a few chapter but I hope you like 'The Lady in the Mirror' and as always I love to hear what you all think of it,so don't hesitate to tell me if something seems weird.

"And here, Mr. Branson is your room. Do you know how long you will be staying?"

"Just until I finish my article about the history behind this house, only a couple of days." Tom spoke and with that the man was gone, Tom didn't even asked him about the house. He was doing an article about the history behind the house of Downton Abbey.

Downton abbey already had its days of glory with the Earls and countess who lived here, but after a tragedy striked the family the house become a foundation and a hotel, for a request of the Dowager Countess who by what Tom had researched wanted the house to stay the same.

That wasn't what Tom wanted to write about, he mainly wanted to write about politics and something that could help people and being in a place of the aristocracy and write about their glory days, definitely was way out of his desires, but since he had to write about it, his wish was to write about the people, not the types.

After a few moments Tom took a proper look on his room, it was the room of one of the lady's of the house, that he may even see some details about her in the room, it belonged to Lady Sybil Crawley, who in his researches was the rebellious of the house, being at political rally's and serving as a nurse at the first great war. The room was fancy, and had even some painting on the wall, but one caught his eye, it was from Lady sybil herself, the painting looked somewhat alive, the colors were bright but at the same time it showed simplicity and peace.

Tom decide that the best to do for the night would be read about the place and the people who lived here, not that he had found much about it. In fact, he found nothing about the staff or how the family actually acted, he only knew of the titles.

"Hello? Can I get a help here please?" He heard a voice calling, at first he taught it could be some one outside, that may had fallen, or need help with the bags, but after looking outside, he knew this was not the case. Still, he was sure he heard something, no, not something, someone calling.

"Is there anyone here? I need help! Please!" He heard it again, this time after he had settled on his bed, the sound appeared as it had come from the side of the wardrobe, but when he looked, he found nothing but what appeared as some sort of painting or mirror, covered by a sheet. "Please!"

He quickly removed the sheet and he didn't knew how to express what he felt by what he saw, surprised would say the lease, he was genuinely shocked.

"Thank God! I was beginning to think no one would find me." The woman exclaimed, and Tom was so shocked he nearly let the mirror fall on the ground.

"Wh-Who are you?" He asked, he was sure that she could notice he was shaking like a leaf.

"I am Lady Sybil Crawley and what is you name?" She asked, and now he noticed she was the girl on the painting, the girl whom the room belonged to.

"I am Tom Branson." he asked, still nervous but his curiosity was getting the best of him. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here." She answered "Oh, you mean in this mirror?" She asked and Tom nodded "it is a long and tragic story."

"Can I hear it?" he asked, It was truly weird to hear about someone trapped inside a mirror, and he surely wanted to know why that happened.

"Well, it all started in 1917, and there was this soldier, who, how can I say, fancied me." She started and he could see a bit of anger in her blue eyes "But I didn't fancied him, not at all, when I told him this he got really mad, saying that he was the best for a Lady since he was a future Earl, but tart wasn't the life, I've wanted, I wanted to travel, to find my place and someone who truly loved and understood me."

"That seems horrible." Tom said, still confused but he sensed that if she told her this, it must mean something for the story. "Was it him? The one who put you in this mirror?"

"Yes, I remember as if it was yesterday." She said "He came into the house, he was healing from a was injury and this had become a convalescent home. He kept saying that if I wasn't going to marry him, than I wouldn't be with anyone else, forever."

"But how did he did this?" Tom asked.

"I am not sure, I think he had some sort of magical power, but that sounds pretty obvious huh?" She answered before sighing, "I have been here, for 97 years, and you're the first person that didn't ran away when I started speaking. No one would hear me."

"Didn't your family tried to help you? rescue you from this?" He said motioning to the mirror.

"They tried, but sadly they all, well, you must now what happened, don't you?" She asked, and he could hear the sadness in her voice.

"Yes I do, it was because of the spanish flu, wasn't it?" He asked, in his reasearch it said that they all succumbed to the disease, but after what he just found out, he wasn't sure if that was the true story.

"Yes, I saw them all get weak, they died one by one." She said, tears falling on her face.

"How can I help you?" He said, he couldn't just leave her in a mirror for the rest of time, not when he had talked to her, his own conscience wouldn't let him live in peace with it. he had to help her.