Charles Carson, Butler of Downton Abbey

Mr. Carson Position in Staff: Butler Portrayed by: Jim Carter Ship(s): Mr. Carson/Mrs. Hughes Personality: Mr. Carson is a strict yet proper man. He’s in charge of all the male servants at Downton Abbey and has worked for Lord Grantham since time immemorial. He has seen the Earl grow up and he has seen his daughters grow up. Mr. Carson is probably the man who knows Downton best of all. free counters

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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"I guess that depends…do you never tire of the feeling of being young and alive and free to make decisions on the spur of the moment?!"  

"No, I’ll admit to liking the freedom to do what I like, when I like….and not to have to be accountable to anyone.  But I want to be with my son, and I want him to be able to acknowledge him….and it’s up to you to assist me with it."

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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Robert felt his heart rise in his throat as a moment of panic overwhelmed him and he took a roundhouse swing at the man holding him trapped against his desk.

Charles ducked, but not before the blow grazed his chin. He took his own punch at Robert - felt his fist glance off of his chin - and then pushed him away, down towards the seat. “You really are a bastard, Robert! I’ll not have you say a *thing* about my wife and child! Maybe you’re jealous, because I have a son, and you don’t!”

"That was low, even for you Carson!" he growled and straightened his jacket. "You took me by surprise is all. Hmph!" giving a snort of derisive laughter, "Look at the two of us!"

Charles glared at him, but he was also ashamed of his behaviour. If — *when* — Elsie heard about this, she would be livid. After all, had it not been she who took him to task when he was even *slightly* threatening to that waiter years ago! who called her a name?

"Robert, I want you to know that I will not stand for any remarks about my family, however….I should have controlled my temper."

"Yes, you should have," Robert grumbled as he poured them both another drink. "I don’t understand you, why would *want* want to be tied down when you didn’t have to be?"

No need to tell Robert the truth; he’d never understand how much Charles loved Elsie and their boy, and the need he had to be with them, to be a family. If he didn’t understand it, he’d not even attempt to find a way to let them stay at Downton, and be together. Instead, he thought he’d put it in a way Robert *might* understand.

"I am getting older, and I don’t want to be alone. Better a bird in the hand and all. Can’t get by on being a playboy forever, now can I?"

"Well, we could have fun trying! Couldn’t we?" He countered with a wry smirk and a large swallow of scotch, enjoying the burning sensation in the back of his throat.

"I’m getting more than a bit tired of it, myself. Don’t you think I have done it long enough?"

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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Robert felt his heart rise in his throat as a moment of panic overwhelmed him and he took a roundhouse swing at the man holding him trapped against his desk.

Charles ducked, but not before the blow grazed his chin. He took his own punch at Robert - felt his fist glance off of his chin - and then pushed him away, down towards the seat. “You really are a bastard, Robert! I’ll not have you say a *thing* about my wife and child! Maybe you’re jealous, because I have a son, and you don’t!”

"That was low, even for you Carson!" he growled and straightened his jacket. "You took me by surprise is all. Hmph!" giving a snort of derisive laughter, "Look at the two of us!"

Charles glared at him, but he was also ashamed of his behaviour. If — *when* — Elsie heard about this, she would be livid. After all, had it not been she who took him to task when he was even *slightly* threatening to that waiter years ago! who called her a name?

"Robert, I want you to know that I will not stand for any remarks about my family, however….I should have controlled my temper."

"Yes, you should have," Robert grumbled as he poured them both another drink. "I don’t understand you, why would *want* want to be tied down when you didn’t have to be?"

No need to tell Robert the truth; he’d never understand how much Charles loved Elsie and their boy, and the need he had to be with them, to be a family. If he didn’t understand it, he’d not even attempt to find a way to let them stay at Downton, and be together. Instead, he thought he’d put it in a way Robert *might* understand.

"I am getting older, and I don’t want to be alone. Better a bird in the hand and all. Can’t get by on being a playboy forever, now can I?"

"Well, we could have fun trying! Couldn’t we?" He countered with a wry smirk and a large swallow of scotch, enjoying the burning sensation in the back of his throat.

"I suggest you go back to Cora, beg her forgiveness, and act your age for once."

Charles picked up his glass again, and swallowed the contents. “Did Jessica say anything else? What she was going to do or anything?”

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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Robert felt his heart rise in his throat as a moment of panic overwhelmed him and he took a roundhouse swing at the man holding him trapped against his desk.

Charles ducked, but not before the blow grazed his chin. He took his own punch at Robert - felt his fist glance off of his chin - and then pushed him away, down towards the seat. “You really are a bastard, Robert! I’ll not have you say a *thing* about my wife and child! Maybe you’re jealous, because I have a son, and you don’t!”

"That was low, even for you Carson!" he growled and straightened his jacket. "You took me by surprise is all. Hmph!" giving a snort of derisive laughter, "Look at the two of us!"

Charles glared at him, but he was also ashamed of his behaviour. If — *when* — Elsie heard about this, she would be livid. After all, had it not been she who took him to task when he was even *slightly* threatening to that waiter years ago! who called her a name?

"Robert, I want you to know that I will not stand for any remarks about my family, however….I should have controlled my temper."

"Yes, you should have," Robert grumbled as he poured them both another drink. "I don’t understand you, why would *want* want to be tied down when you didn’t have to be?"

No need to tell Robert the truth; he’d never understand how much Charles loved Elsie and their boy, and the need he had to be with them, to be a family. If he didn’t understand it, he’d not even attempt to find a way to let them stay at Downton, and be together. Instead, he thought he’d put it in a way Robert *might* understand.

"I am getting older, and I don’t want to be alone. Better a bird in the hand and all. Can’t get by on being a playboy forever, now can I?"

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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Robert felt his heart rise in his throat as a moment of panic overwhelmed him and he took a roundhouse swing at the man holding him trapped against his desk.

Charles ducked, but not before the blow grazed his chin. He took his own punch at Robert - felt his fist glance off of his chin - and then pushed him away, down towards the seat. “You really are a bastard, Robert! I’ll not have you say a *thing* about my wife and child! Maybe you’re jealous, because I have a son, and you don’t!”

"That was low, even for you Carson!" he growled and straightened his jacket. "You took me by surprise is all. Hmph!" giving a snort of derisive laughter, "Look at the two of us!"

Charles glared at him, but he was also ashamed of his behaviour. If — *when* — Elsie heard about this, she would be livid. After all, had it not been she who took him to task when he was even *slightly* threatening to that waiter years ago! who called her a name?

"Robert, I want you to know that I will not stand for any remarks about my family, however….I should have controlled my temper."

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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Robert felt his heart rise in his throat as a moment of panic overwhelmed him and he took a roundhouse swing at the man holding him trapped against his desk.

Charles ducked, but not before the blow grazed his chin. He took his own punch at Robert - felt his fist glance off of his chin - and then pushed him away, down towards the seat. “You really are a bastard, Robert! I’ll not have you say a *thing* about my wife and child! Maybe you’re jealous, because I have a son, and you don’t!”

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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"The poor girl is absolutely delusional! I have a wife; what do I need with her? I advise you to do the best thing, and ignore her, Robert. She wants to break up my happy home."

"Happy home?" he quirked an eyebrow, "You don’t live with your wife, you don’t acknowledge your child, you’re seen romantically in public with a woman less than half your age, who now believes that you love her and the child that she will soon bear you…" His voice trailed off, dripping with innuendo.

"Well, we do live together, I acknowledge my son privately, and whatever else I may be guilty of, that child is not mine. Tell me, Robert….what is your decision? Am I to be put out on my ear?"

"If you are unable to father a child with Jessica, then how can you be certain that You are the father of Mrs. Carson’s child? It’s not as if you have fathered any other children."

Unable to keep control of himself, Charles threw his cigar into the ashtray, and lunged at Robert, grabbing him by the lapels, and pulling him up from the chair.

"You can say whatever you’d like to, and about me, but I’ll be damned if you are going to even *contemplate* saying anything against Elsie. That boy is my child, my *biological* child, and there is no question about it. I promise you, if you ever again say anything that I even *think* is negative about her, or our son, I will push your teeth out through the back of your head!"

Oh, my man, come home and let me love you up!

I’m on my way!!!!

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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"The poor girl is absolutely delusional! I have a wife; what do I need with her? I advise you to do the best thing, and ignore her, Robert. She wants to break up my happy home."

"Happy home?" he quirked an eyebrow, "You don’t live with your wife, you don’t acknowledge your child, you’re seen romantically in public with a woman less than half your age, who now believes that you love her and the child that she will soon bear you…" His voice trailed off, dripping with innuendo.

"Well, we do live together, I acknowledge my son privately, and whatever else I may be guilty of, that child is not mine. Tell me, Robert….what is your decision? Am I to be put out on my ear?"

"If you are unable to father a child with Jessica, then how can you be certain that You are the father of Mrs. Carson’s child? It’s not as if you have fathered any other children."

Unable to keep control of himself, Charles threw his cigar into the ashtray, and lunged at Robert, grabbing him by the lapels, and pulling him up from the chair.

"You can say whatever you’d like to, and about me, but I’ll be damned if you are going to even *contemplate* saying anything against Elsie. That boy is my child, my *biological* child, and there is no question about it. I promise you, if you ever again say anything that I even *think* is negative about her, or our son, I will push your teeth out through the back of your head!"

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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"The poor girl is absolutely delusional! I have a wife; what do I need with her? I advise you to do the best thing, and ignore her, Robert. She wants to break up my happy home."

"Happy home?" he quirked an eyebrow, "You don’t live with your wife, you don’t acknowledge your child, you’re seen romantically in public with a woman less than half your age, who now believes that you love her and the child that she will soon bear you…" His voice trailed off, dripping with innuendo.

"Well, we do live together, I acknowledge my son privately, and whatever else I may be guilty of, that child is not mine. Tell me, Robert….what is your decision? Am I to be put out on my ear?"

Anonymous said: You see now Charles, Elsie would never have gone behind your back and done this to you. Go to Elsie. Tell her what happened. Tell her how much you hate Jessica. Tell Elsie that you love her and will never leave her because you married her for a reason, because you LOVE and TRUST her.

I doubt she trusts me, though.

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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"The poor girl is absolutely delusional! I have a wife; what do I need with her? I advise you to do the best thing, and ignore her, Robert. She wants to break up my happy home."

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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Robert quickly poured the man another drink, smoothly adding a third finger for good measure.

"That’s not exactly what a little bird told me yesterday."

"What ‘little bird’," Charles demanded.  He put his glass on Robert’s desk with a thud.  Who could have been talking about them?

"A little blonde bird…that has been seen on the arm of the General Manager of late."

"Jessica!? You’ve been talking to Jessica? What has she been saying?"

"It was all quite innocent, of course!" he said non-commitally. "She thought that perhaps I could help you with this…sticky situation you’ve found yourself in."

"What did she say, Robert!?"

"Well…she spoke of your future…*together*. Wanted to know if perhaps I could help you…get rid of some old baggage?" He gave a little smirk over the rim of his glass.

"What else did she tell you?"

Nothing about possibly being pregnant, he thought.

Robert liked that he seemed to have the tiniest bit of leverage.

"She seemed a little misty-eyed about starting a family. Thought perhaps you were being led astray and would be giving up the opportunities that she can provide."

"I *have* a family, and I need no other. How did you agree to assist her, Robert?"

"I agreed help *you*! You are the General Manager of this hotel, my first loyalties would lie with you, not some blonde bimbo…I digress," he finished with a slightly forlorn sigh.

*Smooth, old boy!* he thought to himself with a touch of pride at not choking in the words.

"She mentioned to you she wants to start a family?"

"She is very much under the impression that you were the first to *conceive* the idea."

Oh God….he knew. Robert knew. Charles couldn’t let him see him sweat it.

"Then she is very much mistaken. I didn’t realise you knew her? How did you make her acquaintance, exactly?"

"She came to me, barged right into my office! I thought at first she was a disgruntled guest and I was going to send her down to your office."

"And what did she have to say?"

He needed to be as rational as possible. Robert could and would pick up on any sign of weakness.

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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Robert quickly poured the man another drink, smoothly adding a third finger for good measure.

"That’s not exactly what a little bird told me yesterday."

"What ‘little bird’," Charles demanded.  He put his glass on Robert’s desk with a thud.  Who could have been talking about them?

"A little blonde bird…that has been seen on the arm of the General Manager of late."

"Jessica!? You’ve been talking to Jessica? What has she been saying?"

"It was all quite innocent, of course!" he said non-commitally. "She thought that perhaps I could help you with this…sticky situation you’ve found yourself in."

"What did she say, Robert!?"

"Well…she spoke of your future…*together*. Wanted to know if perhaps I could help you…get rid of some old baggage?" He gave a little smirk over the rim of his glass.

"What else did she tell you?"

Nothing about possibly being pregnant, he thought.

Robert liked that he seemed to have the tiniest bit of leverage.

"She seemed a little misty-eyed about starting a family. Thought perhaps you were being led astray and would be giving up the opportunities that she can provide."

"I *have* a family, and I need no other. How did you agree to assist her, Robert?"

"I agreed help *you*! You are the General Manager of this hotel, my first loyalties would lie with you, not some blonde bimbo…I digress," he finished with a slightly forlorn sigh.

*Smooth, old boy!* he thought to himself with a touch of pride at not choking in the words.

"She mentioned to you she wants to start a family?"

"She is very much under the impression that you were the first to *conceive* the idea."

Oh God….he knew. Robert knew. Charles couldn’t let him see him sweat it.

"Then she is very much mistaken. I didn’t realise you knew her? How did you make her acquaintance, exactly?"

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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Robert quickly poured the man another drink, smoothly adding a third finger for good measure.

"That’s not exactly what a little bird told me yesterday."

"What ‘little bird’," Charles demanded.  He put his glass on Robert’s desk with a thud.  Who could have been talking about them?

"A little blonde bird…that has been seen on the arm of the General Manager of late."

"Jessica!? You’ve been talking to Jessica? What has she been saying?"

"It was all quite innocent, of course!" he said non-commitally. "She thought that perhaps I could help you with this…sticky situation you’ve found yourself in."

"What did she say, Robert!?"

"Well…she spoke of your future…*together*. Wanted to know if perhaps I could help you…get rid of some old baggage?" He gave a little smirk over the rim of his glass.

"What else did she tell you?"

Nothing about possibly being pregnant, he thought.

Robert liked that he seemed to have the tiniest bit of leverage.

"She seemed a little misty-eyed about starting a family. Thought perhaps you were being led astray and would be giving up the opportunities that she can provide."

"I *have* a family, and I need no other. How did you agree to assist her, Robert?"

"I agreed help *you*! You are the General Manager of this hotel, my first loyalties would lie with you, not some blonde bimbo…I digress," he finished with a slightly forlorn sigh.

*Smooth, old boy!* he thought to himself with a touch of pride at not choking in the words.

"She mentioned to you she wants to start a family?"

Power Play || Charles, Elsie, and Robert

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Robert quickly poured the man another drink, smoothly adding a third finger for good measure.

"That’s not exactly what a little bird told me yesterday."

"What ‘little bird’," Charles demanded.  He put his glass on Robert’s desk with a thud.  Who could have been talking about them?

"A little blonde bird…that has been seen on the arm of the General Manager of late."

"Jessica!? You’ve been talking to Jessica? What has she been saying?"

"It was all quite innocent, of course!" he said non-commitally. "She thought that perhaps I could help you with this…sticky situation you’ve found yourself in."

"What did she say, Robert!?"

"Well…she spoke of your future…*together*. Wanted to know if perhaps I could help you…get rid of some old baggage?" He gave a little smirk over the rim of his glass.

"What else did she tell you?"

Nothing about possibly being pregnant, he thought.

Robert liked that he seemed to have the tiniest bit of leverage.

"She seemed a little misty-eyed about starting a family. Thought perhaps you were being led astray and would be giving up the opportunities that she can provide."

"I *have* a family, and I need no other. How did you agree to assist her, Robert?"