The Angel of Small Heath

1919

Season 1 episode 1

A week after Aurora had given birth, Tommy was heading back to his first day of work. Things seemed to be falling down at the seams without him.

Danny Whizzbang, a solider who fought alongside Tommy had taken an episode in the Italian quarter, stabbing a man. It was a crime that wouldn't go without punishment. Already the Italian had been in contact with Tommy, they had given him the option of killing him himself.

With the help of Aurora he had come up with a plan, a plan to convince the Italians that Danny Whizzbang was dead and justice was served.

*

Late at night, Tommy left the office heading down to Charlie's yard. It was time to deal with the guns, one of Tommy's main stress factors.

"Uncle Charlie, a word"

"They are aboard. There's no moon" he grunted, lifting the crates on the boat. "We can take them out to the turning point beyond Gas Street and leave them on the bank. They'll be found by railway men first thing" Charlie told him, looking at his nephews stoic face.

"Is that an agreement?"

" I changed my mind"

"You what?"

" I have an alternative strategy...Tell Curly to take her out to the old tobacco wharf. There's a lock- up mooring we used to keep cigarettes. He knows it." Tommy stated calmly looking on as they loaded the boat. 

"When the boat leaves your yard, it's no longer your concern"

"Have you lost your f*cking mind? Your wife has just blessed you with three kids, and the streets are crawling with coppers. They've sent a f*cking army to find these things. Are you willing to hang? eh? for a couple of guns"

"That's right. They've shown their hand" Tommy replies, ignoring the extra comments relating to his family. Aurora knew everything that as happening.

"There hand?!"

"If they want them back this bad, they'll have to pay. That's the way of the world. As you have said, I've three kids to feed now. When fortune drops something valuable into your lap, you don't dump it on the bank of the cut" Tommy replied his mind made up.

"Your blood, Tommy! I've always looked out for you like a dad. You're going to bring holy hell down on your head. This copper takes no prisoners" Charlie warned, wanting him to see sense.

Taking a puff of his cigarette, Tommy scowled briefly at the mention of the copper. "I'm told he didn't serve. Reserved Occupation" he smirked, at his Uncle finding it amusing.

"Is it another way your looking for, Tommy? eh? Just remember your bringing your family into the field along with you"

"The Tobacco wharf" he retorted, raising a dignifying eyebrow.

"By Order of the Peaky Blinders"

*

"Are you in position?" Campbell muttered, inspecting the sculpture before him. 

Hands behind his back, he looked like any common man nothing significantly special about him.

"I am, Sir" her soft Irish voice drifting into the air. 

"Your first impressions?"

"I am quite shocked at how these people live" she whispered, walking past him. Her eyes surveying the room around her.

"Have you found anything out that might help me?" he questioned, walking around the room. "I interrogated the head of the Peaky Blinders, he didn't know anything. A brute"

"It strikes me that it isn't Arthur who heads the Shelby family. It's the younger one, Thomas. They say he won two medals for gallantry in the war." she told him, a hint of awe in her tone.

"You sound fascinated" he grumbled.

"However, my opinion had not changed. The bookmaker gangs have other business and the communists are too weak to plan this. I believe the guns were taken by the IRA" she reveals, a picture of Tommy's sky blue eyes coming to the forefront of her mind.

"You must not let your personal history , play with your judgement" he argued, cutting their meeting short.

*

Stepping out of the fire place Tommy dusted off his suit, lifting his head he followed the sound of singing. Smiling softly he stood in the door way looking as Aurora cradled Noah in her arms his bright blue eyes gazing at his mother. 

Noah was definitely a mommy's boy only settling down when she began to sing. Tommy loved watching Aurora tend to their children, she was a natural. Her radiated aura had never been so bright.  Things were defiantly looking up for them.

"Tommy, your home" she smiled, walking straight into his arms welcoming him home with a passionate kiss.

Separating for air Aurora looked down to her squirming little boy, he wanted his mothers attention.

"Hello, Mon Amour" he sighed in relief, relishing in the peaceful atmosphere. "Were they good today?" he asked quietly, picking up his eldest who had just woke up. 

"Yes, little angels Tommy. I think I'm getting the hang of it!" she excitedly cheered, a smile blossoming on her face.

"Your a natural Aurora, Beautiful" he smirked, pulling her in for another kiss. 

"They've been giving me inspiration Tommy, I got loads of sketches for my children's wear" she rambled, perching herself on his knee. She watched as Damien clutched Tommy's finger in his hands.

"He's strong" Tommy commented, gazing at the small babe. "Ouí, he is. Just like his dad" she smirked winking playfully.

"Aye, I wouldn't joke about things like that, or we'll be having more kids sooner than you think" 

"Tommy!" she gasped before letting out a beautiful laugh accidentally waking up their little girl. 

"Opps" she muttered sending a pleading look towards him. "I'll get her" he huffed out jokingly. Easily holding a baby in each arm, he walked back over. 

Kat has made dinner for the two of us. They'll watch them, I think we deserve a nice dinner together" Aurora announced after two hours playing, burping and feeding their children. 

*

"So... did it work Tom? do they believe he's dead?" she questioned tucking into her dinner. She had forgotten to eat earlier, taking care of three young ones was a lot more tedious than she expected. Even with the help of two house elves and her mother, Aurora still need to produce potions and personalized clothing designs. 

Her skill and creativity were wildly known, The rich and Famous now sought after her special creations. Thankfully Aurora could produce a number of articles at once with the use of her magic.

It was worth it though, with stores both in the Wizarding and Muggle world. Aurora's Gringott's account was growing at a substantial rate not that Tommy wanted to use it. His ambitious mind was set, and their was no changing it ,not even Aurora. 

"Yes, he's on his way to London" Tommy smiled, cutting into his steak. "Good! he's a good man. Just a little lost" Aurora hummed out sweetly. "Did he get my basket?" she asked innocently. 

"Yes, he appreciated it very much. I'm thinking of planting the gun's in his grave. Nobody will look there" Tommy announced, waiting to see her reaction.

"That's a good idea" she chirped up, " But are you sure you don't want them transfigured for extra precaution?" 

"No, I don't want you involved" he disagreed, he wouldn't let his Aurora to get her hands dirty for him.

"Ok Tom... but the offer is there. Okay?" she announced before swiftly indulging him on how her day went. Not sparing the slightest detail. It was a break the two desperately needed.