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Malachi had managed to somehow find the location of the WWI uniform that had been housed in the museum in Birmingham and was being moved to London of all places. Tommy seemed nervous to go to London, as if Sabini, 100 years in the future was still alive even if I had most certainly killed him.
So here we are, the three musketeer on a train on their way to London and I was just as invested in the views as Tommy. The fields and houses whizzed by, a mere second of a view of someone's livelihood and place they called home. Tommy studied the train and had asked many a questions to Malachi who could answer some but not all of them.
I had managed to face the small socialising in the closest shop in London to pick up some cigarettes for Tommy because his withdrawal symptoms would definitely start to kick in, especially the amount he would consume throughout the day and often the night because of his messed up sleeping schedule. It was fair to say he was rather dissatisfied with the quality of said cigarettes because they hadn't been stored in a damp, rat infested basement, let alone the fact that they were most likely stolen.
But they were adequate enough to stop the complaining and his gaining persistent shakes.
"We're here..." we looked out at the marvel of the museum of history, it's Roman-like architecture didn't cease amazement from any one of us. We had walked from the station to the place where we would put things right and all the while me and tommy hadn't spoken a bare word. He knew that we would never be in the presence of one another again, and although our time together was brief... there was a feeling beyond just simple one time love. It was more authentic and natural than that.
We hadn't conversed about leaving together again, nor would we because it had to be this way... I had messed with the arrow of time enough and it needed to be put right.
But what of my heart... that organ which holds no scientific connotation with love accept the rise in beats per minute when around those you love. With Tommy, my heart weeped with joy and ached with fury all at once for he had hurt me by keeping such a clearly valued item secret but...
Truly I had forgiven him for whatever he had done and would do the minute we had embraced when I saved his life that night. It seemed to me like I had been removed from his mind because not once had he glanced at me as we ascended the stairs of the museum. The place where we would make history, while all those around us were viewing it.
"Is that it?..." Malachi said, breaking the silence and pointing towards a row of war uniforms placed on mannequins and line up as if ready for battle once again.
There was one small problem.
Every single uniform had been encased in glass boxes and tightened by lock and key, also being occasionally watched by security guards. They were under heavy watch and we all looked at eachother with undeniable fright. "Do we have a plan B?" Malachi whispered looking at me while turning his head back to Tommy who raised his eyebrow and took out his cigarette.
"Yes we do..." he walked to me with a slow pace and took my face in his hands.
"Rowan Lochwood... well it's been a pleasure knowing ya. I suppose I should begin with 'ow I feel about you." I furrowed my brows as to why he had chosen now to be a good declaration of his feelings. "When I saw you for the first time I had expected some one else. The fiery red 'air would give me an attitude I disliked but your 'air was the least striking thing 'bout ya. You were calm and soothing and peaceful to me, in a time where all I 'eard in me head was guns, bombs and cries for 'elp. You gave me something that I hadn't seen for a long time... 'ope. Not in me business or me family, but in meself and to say I've been lacking some self appreciation lately would 'ardly cover it. But you deserve 'appiness and I shall see it done that you get it... alright? So I suppose in short...
I love ya."
His honeyed words had taken me away from the predicament we had found ourselves in, and although I had heard every one loud and clearly I couldn't help but allow them to dissipate in my mind. They weren't befitting to his character... and though I may not have known him before the way but I could imagine this is what he was like...
With a turn such as that in his persona I had assumed this was not a declaration but a farewell to not only me but the emotions he had felt toward me. When the word 'love' uttered from his mouth, I had smiled so wide it could be used as a bridged crease between one side of my face to another. Unlike a lot of my smiles it was certain and true with no lie in the shining of my teeth and the lowering and raising of my lips.
"I love you too Tommy Shelby... but can I ask why now you would choose to do this? We need to come up with another way of getting you back."
"I have a plan B Rowan, but I wanted my last words to you to be gracious and not me explainin' what the bloody 'ell I was doing but I suppose in your own fashion you would go off script." I had no clue what he meant but he leant down and kissed me with fervour like no other. This kiss was different, it was longing and carefree. It was a star of a kiss... a simple press with no brute force or attempt to retain passion as it didn't have to be held out for it to be special or unique.
"Goodbye love... remember me."
Tommy released Rowan before walking to the correct uniform that beheld the broach and turned to me with a smile... a light shone through the window and reflected a trail of liquid down his cheek...
He was crying?
What the Hell is he doing?
Before my question could release itself from my tongue, Tommy slammed his elbow against the glass causing it to smash a little in the centre like a cobweb before he did so again and again and finally breaking it. It was done in such a flurry I couldn't help but stand that in consternation. The security had begun to rush toward him but he tore they could reach, Tommy had turned back and smiled weakly before pressing his fingers to the broach and casting a white light that put the sun to shame.
