Nurse Smith (A Tommy Shelby Fan Fic) (On Hold)

Chapter 4

(Season 1)

The streets were quiet. Not a single person was in sight in fear that they could get caught by the peaky blinders. Anyone caught meddling with their business would get razors to their eyes.

Tommy Shelby sat proudly on his horse as he made his way through the Chinese part of Birmingham. His plan. To use the powder trick to make his race horse win. And he didn't care if the people in the area knew about it as long as they kept their mouths shut. It was the easiest was to gain certain peoples attention. It was what the war had taught him.

Meanwhile, a certain blonde was sat at the Shelby dining table drinking her tea whilst reading the newspaper. Emily knew about Tommys idea to make the horse win and to say she disapproved of him not telling his brothers, particularly Arthur, about his plan was an understatement. So much so that she refused to talk to him once they both woke up.

After the first night Emily and Tommy had met, it had become normal to see them both together. Neither admitted that they had feelings for each other but they had formed a really close friendship of a sorts.

"Do you know where Tommy is Em? I've been searching for him bloody everywhere." Arthur boomed as he walked through the doors that led to the betting shop.

"You know that if I did, I would tell you Arth. Bloody man doesn't tell me anything these days." Emily muttered in reply barely looking up from the paper as she did so. "But if you do happen to see him before me could you tell him I'm at the Garrison." She finished as she stood up from her place and started to put her coat on.

"You know he doesn't like you going out by yourself Emily." Arthur warned as she stalked past him.

"And you know Arthur that Tommy can go fuck himself. I'm not his pet that he can pull close one day and then throw away the next whilst he turns to whores to silence his mind. If I'm honest Arthur, I'm getting quite sick of it." Emily seethed as she slammed the door behind her as she left the Shelby household heading to the Garrison.

"Let her go Arthur." Came the reasoning voice of Polly. "It's only the Garrison and I'm sure she can look after herself. This is Tommys mess to sort out not yours or Johns." Polly concluded whilst sitting in the chair Emily once occupied.

"Pol. She's slipping again I can tell and Tommy ain't fucking helping." Arthur seethed as he thought about how careless his younger brother was being.

"Does John know?" Polly asked looking at her nephew expectantly.

"No. At least I don't think he does. She comes to talk to me at the Garrison when everyone else has gone ome. I listen, I really do but some nights Im so drunk I can't remember a word she's said Pol. And some of the things I do remember aren't the nicest of things." Arthur explained as he ran a hand over his face in frustration.

"Keep John in the dark for now. I'm sure that whatever it is Emily will talk soon. She has a troubled soul, you all do. Give her time. I'll keep an eye on her, you focus on the business." Polly said sternly to which Arthur could do nothing but agree with his Aunt in hopes that she was right.

"Finn! Come down and have some breakfast!" Polly shouted to her youngest nephew.

(At the Garrison)

When Emily walked into the Garrison the first thing she was met with was the loud chatter of men and the smell of alcohol. It was one of those smells that you couldn't quite forget. She made her way straight to the bar and took her usual place on one of the stools at the bar and waited for Harry to come with her usual.

"Well I didn't think that Tommy let you out on your own Miss Smith." Freddie Thorne states as he took a seat next to the nurse.

"There's a lot you don't know Freddie." Emily replied vaguely as she accepted the drink given to her and downed it in one. Freddie seeing those became instantly concerned for the woman he now called friend as he watched her down yet another whiskey.