And the Walls Come Tumbling Down

What if Thomas didn't turn down his pass in episode four? Will he be in time to save Kitty from her abusive husband?

So, after reading so much good fanfiction about Kitmas, I finally decided to take the plunge and post a story myself. I'm am a proud Dutchie, so that means my English isn't as good as the rest of you. Any grammar of spelling mistakes are on me and if you spot one, please let me know;)

Anyway, enjoy! And a review would make me very happy :)

The roaring engine brought Kitty Trevelyan back to the present. She blinked her eyes a few times to adjust to the bright sunlight. She breathed in the much needed fresh air, which the French countryside happily provided. She was seated in the car next to Captain Thomas Gillan. When they would hit a rough patch in the road their shoulders would sometimes bump into each other, sending a small shiver down her spine.

She shook her head. No, now was not the time to think about that. She had better things to focus on. She fiddled with the dark blue fabric of her coat while she nervously bit her upper lip. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. It wasn't caused by the presence of Thomas, but by the person who was waiting for her in town. The man who seem to control her life even in France; Elliott Vincent. The English Channel was supposed to create distance between her and this man, but it did nothing of that kind.

Carefully she gazed at the man driving the small, noisy car. The man who changed her life from the moment she met him in the hospital, when he offered his hand to help her out of the truck. The man that had been alarmed since the moment she arrived. When he uttered those words in the ward everything changed. She wanted nothing more than to explore this 'thing', their attraction towards each other, but her past made it nearly impossible.

She cleared her throat. "The hotel in town", she began slowly. "I hear it is good for afternoon tea."

Tom nodded. "Yes, it is", he said, his hands still firmly on the steering wheel. "The staff is usually very friendly towards army officers and serving nurses." He paused a for a moment, tilting is head slightly. "Miles and I have a room there and use it when we've got a pass."

The silence found its way back to the car and occupied it. She looked back at the green pastures displayed all around her. "Who are you meeting in town?", he asked after what seemed like hours of silence.

She froze and swallowed hard. Could she tell him? She left England and the memories it contained behind for a reason. She wanted no one to look at her with contempt written all over their faces, especially some as special as Thomas. She wanted everyone to treat her the same way as the others, no exceptions. "Just a family friend, no one special." She tried to smile, trying her best to hide the fear, that was taking control over her.

The silence returned and remained between them until they reached the hotel. She got out of the car slowly and followed Tom inside. She gave her coat and hat to one of the staff members. "I'll be here in the hall at five to drive us back to the hospital." She nodded, signaling him that she understood. He pinched the bridge of his nose, something he seemed to do a lot when he was nervous. She noticed that in the last couple of weeks. He nodded one more time before making his way towards the stairs.

She started to make her way towards the small restaurant that was present in the hotel. A smiling waiter guided her to her table and took her order. The table before her was neatly set with a plate, a spoon, knife and fork. The fork. She looked at the shiny, pointy object in front of her. She straightened her back, grabbed the fork and slid it in the sleeve of her cream colored blouse. She bit her lip nervously, mentally preparing her for her first encounter with Elliott in months.

"Hello, Kitty", said a voice with a posh accent. Elliot Vincent appeared in her field of vision, smiling at her the way that he always had, like he dominated the whole world. "How have you been?" Her hands retreated themselves to her lap, clenching her fist tightly. She tried desperately to control the emotions that were running through her entire body. She felt the anger rising inside of her. She was angry with herself for still letting Elliott control her life.

"I am fine, Elliott", Kitty said.