Peaky Blinders Imagines✔️

Michael- Time Travel Pt2

Thing haven't gone back to normal. Once again I get dressed and head to the Garrison. Michael is already at the bar with Isaiah
"YN hey"
"Hi. You both want a drink?"
"We'll have a beer each" Isaiah says
"Sure" I walk around the bar and start pouring them both a drink
"So where are you from?"
"Long way away" I say still so confused to how I'm here
"Ok?" Michael frowns "tell us about yourself"
"There's not much to say really. Well other than I think I've been reading about illnesses to much and now I think I'm the only who's ill" both Isaiah and Michael look at each other. I close my eyes and take a breath "sorry, I'm not good at meeting new people especially people I've heard about"
"I see. So you've heard of us then?" Michael smirks at me
"You could say that"
"So what we're you doing before you came to Small Heath?"
"Oh I was writing a paper about metal health and medicine"
"So people in the asylums" Isaiah frowns
"Yeah m, but where I come from that's frowned upon"
"Where's that then?"
"You wouldn't know" I hand Michael and Isaiah their drinks
"Are you still writing your paper?"
"I should be yeah, but I'm having a bit of writers block"
"Let us know if there's is anything we can do to help"
"Thanks" I watch the men walk into the back room leaving me alone. Will I ever get back to modern day or am I stuck here? I think to myself.

Days go by and I come to the conclusion that I'm stuck here in the 1920s. I walk into the Garrison feeling down
"YN, Tommy wants to see you in the back room" Harry tells me
"Oh ok" I frown and walk into the backroom. I knock the door and wait for Tommy to say
"Come in" I walk into the room nervously
"You asks to see me?"
"Michael tells me that your writing a paper on the brain"
"Errm yeah"
"The war fucked us all up. Fucked us up in the head. Can you help"
"Errm maybe, a little" I shrug "I'm focusing more on the asylums and how their forms of treatment aren't acceptable"
"How so?" Tommy nods to an empty chair. I sit down next to Michael
"Well PTSD is a real illness. As you call it, being fucked in the head, but you don't have to take hard drugs. Therapy work, not water therapy, or electric chair therapy, or what other forms of torture they do"
"So what do you suggest?" Arthur asks me crossing his arms over his chest
"Talking about what scares you, about what happened during the war. Finding ways to deal with it in a healthy way. Where I come from we have therapists, they help with helping the way you think. It's worth looking into"
"Huh. What else do you need to write about?" John now asks
"Well how drugs can effect the body and the mind. Cocaine, snow, they can actually make your PTSD worse. Men and woman are being put in these asylums for the silliest things. 80% of woman suffer with something called postpartum depression, they have to hide this because they are 'crazy' it's, it's..."
"Crazy" Tommy says for me
"Yes" I sigh "you keep asking me where I'm from and the truth is I'm from the year 2023. I'm at university studying to be a psychiatrist. I have a book about you guys, The Peaky Blinders and I was reading it before I fell asleep and now I'm in the year 1920 something" Tommy and his brothers frown at me confused "I know now I sound like I'm the one who needs to see a therapist, but the truth is I just want to go back home" the room is silent for some time
"Ok. I've got a deal then. You answer my questions and I'll answer yours"
"Errm ok"
"If your from the future, tell me, do we ever get caught for our illegal business?"
"Yes, yes you do" I sadly say to the man. I mean they're bad people, but over the last few days I've been able to see a side of them that's sweet.
I spend my evening chatting to the Blinders learning so much from them about what's going on in their heads. I answer their questions about their future.
I go to bed that night with a smile on my face.

When I wake up I'm on the couch with The Peaky Blinders book in my hand. I look around my room and everything is back to normal. I jump off the couch and find my phone on the coffee table. It's the day after I fell asleep. I quickly have a shower and get dressed before heading to the coffee shop where Emma is working
"Morning YN. Your hear early. Coffee?"
"Yes. Please" I stand at the counter top as Emma brings my coffee over to me. The bell rings and Emma looks up
"It's the guy again. 2 days in a row. Just go and speak with him" I roll my eyes and turn around but bump onto someone
"I am so so sorry" I gasp grabbing some napkins off the counter. Finally I look up at the stranger, he looks exactly like Michael Grey. Weird
"No it's my fault. Came up a little to close. I'm Michael Grey" I frown at the man
"Do you so happen the be related to the Peaky Blinder Michael Grey?" I ask
"Yeah" the man chuckles "he's actually my great grandfather"
"No way"
"You know about him"
"Yeah" I laugh "I've read up on the Peaky Blinders. It's almost as if I knew them personally"
"Would you like to grab a coffee? My treat"
"Sure" I smile and turn back around to ask for Emma to make us a drink. She gives me a wink before getting to work.