Thomas Shelby Imagines

Rescuer

You were lucky to run with the Shelby family. You'd grown up among them and they'd always looked after you. Though having them boisterously gathered around you at all times of the day you hadn't needed to be loud and chaotic like them.

You could quietly ask one of them for something and it would appear. One time you'd told Polly there was a dress you'd seen in a shop window. Your parents certainly couldn't afford it. The next day there was a pile of dress boxes on the doorstep of your house, filled with the dresses in your size. Your parents didn't approve, but when Ada showed you how to sneak out of your bedroom window when you were kept in, there was little they could do to stop you. Once you were old enough they threw you out and Polly took your in. Her disapproval fell on them so heavily they left for London.

Nowadays you were allowed to sit in on the family meetings. You lived with Polly and Ada since the war started and had become used to the chaos that living with them bought. More recently the chaos had gotten worse. Since Tommy had decided to step up and be in charge of the family, as much as Polly would allow. Some days he would burst in and shout a lot before rushing off again. Others he wouldn't be seen for days.

"Family meeting." Ada said quickly as she leant on your bedroom door frame. You had shared with Ada until Finn moved in with Tommy and Arthur. Now you got your own tiny room.

"What about?" You asked and she shrugged.

"Something dramatic and dangerous no doubt. Come on. Polly will have our hides if we're late. She sounded frantic."

When the two of you arrived Polly started right away. She started explaining that Tommy was missing and who had taken him. Everyone started pitching ideas and shouting in a matter of minutes. You stayed quiet, listening to everything being said. No one seemed able to agree, all shouting as if they wanted their plans to be heard, more than wanting to figure out a way to save Tommy. After several hours you went home with Ada. That night you lay awkward. Knowing that John and Arthur were still out looking for Tommy made your stomach turn. Shouldn't you all be looking for him?

Unable to sleep you dressed, sneaking past Polly who was asleep on the sofa, and crept out of the door. It wasn't hard to get to Tommy's home and convince the men there to let you look around and clean up. You managed to find a series of letters that seemed to refer to what had been brought up in the meeting. Why they hadn't been looked at you didn't know. Before anyone could stop you, you snatched up the keys to Tommy's car and started driving to the address the last letter mentioned. You hadn't driven before and it took several bumps and dings before you managed to get as close as you dared. The sun was starting to rise. It wasn't light enough to see very well, but you could make out Tommy in the field talking with several men.

When you leant forwards something in the car moved and lit up where they were gathered. Panicking you ducked down, hearing several gunshots. You weren't sure if you should move, run or try driving away.

"Lucky you turned up when you did." Tommy said and you looked up. He was battered, bruised and slightly bloody. "Didn't think it would be you of all people."

You smiled as you hugged him and let him take over the driver's seat as you scooched over to the passenger side. "I might have broken it a bit. I didn't know what I was doing." You admitted quietly.

He chuckled as he started driving, assuring you it was more than ok. When you arrived back at Polly's house she shouted at you for a good ten minutes for sneaking off before having you sit by the fire, wrapped in a blanket and given a hot drink. Tommy was cleaned up and the boys all spoke with him for a while. He sat with you once everyone had gone. "I should go and sleep." You said quietly. Nodding he started to stand before turning to where you'd shifted to the edge of your seat. He turned back and leant down, kissing you sweetly before nodding to himself and leaving, the door clicked shut behind him. Staying still for a moment you let out a shaky sigh. It had been a long day and your bed was calling.