Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Prediction - Part 2 - Michael x Reader

"Michael........what............?"

"The prediction..........the coins..........she........she was right.............."

"Who was right?" Ada asked, as she once again joined mother and son. The two women looking at Michael, as he gazed at the small purse in his hands.

"The..........the old woman............"

"What...........?" Polly interrupted, as she looked up at her obviously agitated son.

"Annie............I was just making my way down the street, and someone bumped into me. It was a girl; she dropped the contents of her bag all over the floor. I bent down to help her pick the things up and................and well...........she ran off and forgot her purse. She lest her coins...........look.........." Michael explained, as he poured the contents of the purse into his hand. The coins chinking and clinking, as they tumbled into the young man's palm.

"I have to get them back to her, just like the old woman said. I have to take care of her; I can't leave her without her coins.............." Michael continued. Polly and Ada looking at one another, before looking back at Michael.

It was obvious that whatever had happened out on the street, had had an impact on the accountant. Polly slowly getting up from the sofa and making her way over to her son. Her fingers taking hold of the purse so that she could get a better look. Her brows furrowing as she saw that there was nothing to distinguish it from any other that you might come across in town.

"Michael..........there's nothing..................."

"(Y/n)........................!"

"Pardon...............?"

"(Y/n).........she said that her name was (Y/n)..............." Michael blurted out. His eyes growing wide, as his mother and Ada looked at one another.

"You don't think..............." Polly began, as she looked to Ada.

"It couldn't be that bit of posh that works at the doctor's office, could it........she.........."

"What are you talking about...........what bit of posh..............?" Michael asked, beginning to feel a little agitated by his mother's words. Annoyed that she was talking to Ada and not him. Polly making her way over to the table and picking out a cigarette from the case.

"There is only one girl that I can think of called (Y/n). She sorts out the appointments for Doctor Johnson, takes his phone calls, that kind of thing. She's supposed to be a smart little thing, had a good education; well to do parents or something, I think that her father is also a doctor. Other than that.........." Polly explained, as she lit her cigarette.

"If it is that (Y/n), she's a nice girl, Michael; just a little quiet is all. Not the kind that you'd find at the Garrison. And Polly's right, her father is a doctor, and her mother was a schoolteacher. Doctor Johnson and her father are supposed to be old friends..............."

"And how do you know so much about her............?" Polly enquired, as she turned her attention to her niece.

"We talked. She hasn't been in Small Heath too long; she taking some time out of her studies, she is going to be a doctor too.............." Ada started to explain; she and Polly taken aback, as Michael snatched the small purse from his mother's hand and once again made this way out of the door.

"A doctor, huh.............?" Polly mussed, as the door slammed behind her boy.

"That could come in handy..............."

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Michael raced down the street. If she hadn't been in Small Heath long, that would explain why he hadn't seen this (Y/n) before. But he had seen her now, and he wanted to see her again. There was something about her, even from only briefly meeting her, he could tell that there was something about her; and it wasn't just due to the words of the old woman. There had been something behind those beautiful eyes. Something soft, something gentle. And he had lost himself in those orbs. Lost himself, and he knew that he wanted to stay lost. Knew that he had to get to Doctor Johnson's office and give back her purse, that, and get another chance to introduce himself properly.

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(Y/n) made her way quickly to the office. She hadn't meant to be late, not that morning anyway. Not when Misses Douglas had an appointment first thing.

Doctor Johnson was a darling. He had been at medical school with her father and had offered her a position at his practice when she had decided to take some time out, before finishing her finally exams. The old man encouraging her to finish what she had started, when she felt the time was right; assuring her that he believed that she would make a magnificent doctor. (Y/n) aware that he wouldn't mind her being a minute or so late. But Misses Douglas...........Misses Douglas was a different matter. The old woman who always dressed in black as though she were trying to imitate old queen Victoria, was quite the battle-axe. Demanding, opinionated and...............

"There you are............." The old woman said in a harsh tome, as she glared at (Y/n). The young woman doing her best to smile, as she unlocked the door to the surgery and pulled the coat from her shoulders and the hat from her head.

"Good morning, Misses Douglas................."

"Is it.............? Surely the staff are supposed to be here before the patients. I shouldn't be having to stand outside............."

"No, Misses Douglas. But the doctor isn't even down yet; and your appointment isn't for another twenty minutes.............."

"That is not the point. You young women these days.........too busy out at night, doing goodness knows what with goodness knows who. No manners, no sense of punctuality. No................."

"Ah, Misses Douglas............." A male voice said, cutting off the old woman's tirade.

"How are you this morning..............?" The man continued. (Y/n) breathing a sigh of relief, as Doctor Johnson made his way down the stairs. Giving (Y/n) a discrete smile.

"Oh doctor. So nice to see you. I am fine apart from............."

"Yes, yes, I am sure. Why don't you come into my office, and we can talk all about it." The doctor continued, gently ushering his patient into the office.

"Don't worry about her, my dear. I'll take it from here. Though some tea would be nice for when she's gone.............." The old man added, before closing the door to his consulting room.

"Ahem................!" The sudden cough causing (Y/n) to turn on her heels. A smile lighting up her face, as she saw the man from earlier. The young man that she had bumped into. Her heart strangely beating a little quicker, as he made his way towards her, holding out his hand.

"I believe this is yours...................."