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Crown of a Prince, Soon to be King

The Garrison was relatively quiet, even with the amount of men drinking at mid-day, but the room all but silenced as Thomas entered. Violet Alice Thayer looked up to see her brother-in-law sit at the bar in front of her and setting down his cap. She smiled at him as she set a mug of beer down for him, and shook her head as he placed down two coins down on the bar.

"On the house, and you know I'm not gonna take those, Tommy." He smirked up at her and nodded. Vi grabbed another empty glass as Freddie Thorne came up to the bar and sat beside Tommy.

"Cheers, Thomas. Good health to you." Vi set the now filled glass in front of him, as he dragged one of the coins Tommy put on the bar toward his own drink. Vi watched him with an annoyed look on her face to which when Freddie looked to her after giving Tommy a sideways glance she looked him straight in the eye and pushed the coin back over to Tommy, clearly not having whatever game the two men were playing. Vi watched Freddie as he pulled a coin from his pocket and held it out to her, which she took. Tommy watched the entire exchange stone-faced, but with amusement in his eyes. Vi walked down the bar while Freddie picked up Tommy's cap as said man took a sip of his pint.

"The crown of a Prince, soon to be King I'd bet." Tommy set his glass down to answer.

"You don't bet."

"No, but these past few days I've been been speculating."

"About what?" Freddie moved closer to Tommy, as to not let the men around them hear what they were talking about.

"One of my Union comrades has a sister who works in the telegraph office at the BSA factory. She says in the past week there's been messages coming in from London to the brass. From Winston Churchill himself. Something 'bout a robbery. 'A robbery of national significance' it said. Underlined. Twice." Tommy glanced up at Vi, who was watching from the mirror behind the bar and subtly listening to the conversation, and nodded to her as Freddie continued.

"They're keeping it out of the papers, but our girl is snooping. And she found something that'll make you laugh. She found a list of names left on the telegraph machine. And on that list was your name and my name together." Freddie glanced at Vi before continuing.

"Now what kind of list would have the name of a Communist and the name of a bookmaker side-by-side?" Freddie smile at Tommy before leaning back in his seat. Tommy took another sip of his beer, and looked at Freddie out of the corner of his eye.

"Perhaps it's a list of men who give false hope to the poor. The only difference between you and me Freddie is that sometimes my horses stand a chance of winning." He caught a glimpse of Vi smirking as she came to wash down the bar, also as Freddie turned on the stool to face the room.

"You know, there are days when I hear about the cuttings and the beatings, that I wish I'd let you take that bullet in France." Tommy saw the angry look on Vi's face before answering.

"There are nights I wish you had." He smirked as Vi "accidentally" knocked over Freddie's drink, making him jump up before the alcohol got all over him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Thorne. My mistake." She smiled sweetly at him as he glared at her. The three looked toward the door as Danny Whizz-Bang broke through the doors and started smashing tables. Vi recoiled back as a shard of glass sliced through her cheek, leaving a trail of blood down the side of her face. She wiped the blood off of her face as Tommy and Freddie both grab Danny and force him to the ground.

"Danny you're home! You're home! We're all home, in England!" Danny kept screaming from his place on the ground.

"Had to go Bang! Had to go Bang!"

"You're not an artillery shell, Danny, you're a man. You're not a whizz-bang. You're a human being." Vi held Danny's shoulders, trying to help him snap out of it, as Tommy and Freddie stood him up; all without trying to keep the blood on her hand off him.

"Danny, look at me! Look at me! It's Violet Thayer, Danny. You're home, in Small Heath." That seemed to snap Danny out of his stupor, as he looked all around him at the chaos he caused. He looked to Tommy.

"Ah hell. I did it again?" Tommy patted him on the back.

"Yeah, you did it again. Go home to your wife, Danny. Try to get all that smoke and mud out of your head." Danny nodded to him and Vi.

"Yes, Mr. Shelby. I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby, and I'm sorry Miss Vi." They both nod to him as he hurries out the door. Tommy walked over to Vi, and turned her head to look at the cut on her cheek. He pulled out his handkerchief and put it to her cheek as Harry, the pub owner, turned an upturned chair right side up and looked around the room as he spoke to Tommy.

"Mr. Shelby, you have to do something about him." The men all nodding their heads, and received a glare from Vi, as Freddie spoke up from the bar.

"Damn right Harry. You pay the Peaky Blinders a lot of money for protection. You're the law around here now, Tommy, aren't ya? Why don't you put a bullet in Danny Whizz-Bang's head? Like they do with mad horses." Vi stepped toward Freddie.

"Freddie that's enough!" Freddie continued ignoring her.

"Maybe you'll have to put a bullet in my head someday, too." Tomm put is hand on her arm, and spoke into her ear.

"Get your things, I'm taking you to see Jo." She went behind the bar to grab her things quickly and followed Tommy to the door as he spoke to Harry.

"Bring the bill to the Peaky Blinders. We'll take care of this." He slammed the door behind them as Vi pulled on her coat. Vi put his handkerchief back to the cut on her cheek as they walked down Watery Lane.

"You should have let me fuck him up, Tommy." Tommy patted her shoulder.

"As much as I would've enjoyed that, it wasn't worth it."

"He shouldn't say things like that, he knows just as well what Danny went through. The fucking bastard." Tommy shook his head while chuckling at her, she would defend anyone and everyone 'til her dying breath.

"You should be proud, Vi. You got Danny to calm down better than I could have, and you just about made ten men shit themselves." She smiled at him.

"It's how I help John calm down." He slowed down, and looked at her.

"How is he doing?" She paused for a second, then looked up at him.

"He has his bad days, but he also has good ones. I'm just glad he talks to me, I think it helps. How about you, Tommy?" He shook his head as they continued to walk.

"I'm fine." She smiled sadly at him and shook her head as he continued.

"Come on, let's get to Jo before John shoots my fucking balls off for giving you a scar on that pretty face of yours." She nudged him with her shoulder.

"Fuck off, you." They chuckled together as they walked home.

To the guest who wanted to know the face claims to the Thayers; Hayley Atwell is Jo, Jenna Louise Coleman is Vi, and Sarah Bolger is Emmy. Please, keep telling me what you think of the Thayers, and please stick around for more.

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