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His heart leaped at the invitation, and he had to stop his instinct of packing as if the call to battle had just been made. “You are very kind, madam. I should like it very much, though having your company would be a far better companion tonight than my quill. Thank you for cutting them for me, as I see my original will certainly not be returned.”

The cat looked innocently up at him, then dropped the quill in question she had been taunting him with all this time and meowed at his feet. She pressed her head against his leg, followed by the slinking of her body once more around his leg like before. She purred quietly all the while, and in the silent night outside, it was audible.. “It appears I have a new roommate.” He mused, looking up at Mrs. Washington. “Might she accompany us as well?”

When he bent over to tie his shoelace, the cat nudged up against his cheek, almost as if he was her giant kitten. He couldn’t help but laugh, nudging her back but also away while he tied what she had undone. She started playing with it again while he was trying to tie it, which he sighed at, but swallowed his frustration. This was better than sitting alone and freezing, and even if the cat was annoying him at the moment, she only wanted to play with her new human friend.

theladyofmountvernon

The little mouser had thoroughly adopted the wayward young soldier, and it made Martha laugh. The sound was a little rusty, maybe, but it felt good. She could not claim to know much about the business of war aside from what she gleaned from her husband’s letters, but joy was always a blessing. As were cats, it seemed.

Alexander Hamilton had a lovely laugh, and she had no doubt that, if she were twenty years younger, she would be as easily charmed as the countless girls he was rumored to have charmed.

“I could hardly say no to such an idea,” she assured him with a smile. Martha rescued him from the cat, picking her up and settling her comfortably in her arms. The cat meowed, sad to be stolen from her new friend, but she pressed her cold little nose against Martha’s neck.

“Come along, Mr. Hamilton,” she said, "I’d hate for either of us to catch a chill.”

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❝ i’m fine, ma’am. really. had a lot worse, before. ❞

but he’ll oblige; going to sit beside her on the stool. his hands raise as he scrubs them over his face before resting his elbows rest upon his thighs and wrists dangle inward.

❝ —-just. i don’t understand how alexander can WRITE so much. i’m all for the cause, and defending it, but….how many essays do we actually need? ❞

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Martha wasn’t at all convinced that he was anything close to fine, but she merely hummed in acknowledgement as she turned part of her attention back to the letter she was writing. She was pleased when he did take a seat after all.

“I’d wager that, if you asked Mr. Hamilton, he’d say there can never be too many essays,” she replied with a hint of a smirk. “Perhaps he thinks he will persuade people if he simply inundates them with a deluge of words.”

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The Captioned Adventures of George Washington - Independence Day Edition #2

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The cat had untied his shoelace, which he resented and yet appreciated at the same time. If he moved his foot for the cat to catch the laces, he could also stare at the ground while answering Mrs. Washington’s questions. He was somewhat embarrassed to talk about himself, much preferring to let his work speak for himself and debate ideas, instead of gloating.

“I was promoted from my studies at King’s College to bring forth the New York Artillery, madam.” He had founded the company. “While retreating was hard back in the summer, the General named me captain back in October at the battle of White Plains. From the correspondence and the attack pattern of the British, he anticipates another battle soon in New Jersey, possibly this month.”

He rubbed his arms absentmindedly, the cold seeping in again. He wished the cat wanted to play with the candle more. He would burn some of his personal drafts if it would mean warmth.

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“You must be very brave indeed to have done so well, even during a war,” Martha said quietly as she finished the second quill, setting it down neatly next to the first. “I’m grateful that my husband is surrounded by men of courage.”

This was a war, and she had no illusions about it. George could be taken from her any day, at any moment, and it was a fear lodged deeply in her soul. She did not like the thought of another battle, not now when it was already so cold. So many men would die under such conditions.

She swallowed tightly and tried to smile. “Can I tempt you into spending an hour in front of my fire with me? The farmhouse isn’t much warmer than out here, but there’s more light to write by.”

George would not return for hours yet. He went to survey their defenses and instruct the men to shore up their vulnerabilities. She was lonely, and young Mr. Hamilton looked very cold. She would knit him better gloves at least.

“I’d appreciate the company,” she added. “It’s been too long since I’ve had decent conversation that wasn’t with my husband,” she said wryly.

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“I’m glad to meet you too, Mr. Washington said I could meet you here to help.” And Alfred jumped at the chance, both to meet the General’s wife and to provide assistance. After all, Alfred enjoyed helping people out and it would be awfully rude to leave a lady out in the cold to take in her bags alone.

“Sure, Madam, I can do that!” Alfred nodded eagerly to take the trunk. The weight didn’t bother him, even though he was rather small he seemed to be able to lift it with ease, but actually carrying the thing took a little more effort. It wasn’t long ago he’d gotten a pretty bad wound, in fact if he’d been a normal person it surely would have killed him. As it was, even with his accelerated rate of healing, the thing was deep enough to continue plaguing him for a rather long time.

Wincing barely perceptibly, he picked it up and smiled at the woman. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

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Martha watched the boy, who was small but not the smallest she’d seen running around camp, lift her things with ease, eyebrows raised. “Well, I’m impressed, Mr. Jones,” she told him with a kind smile.

“No, that’s the only large thing I brought with me. The rest of my old lady’s things are here,” she said, patting the bag she carried. “Just my knitting and embroidery that I couldn’t bear to leave behind.” She glanced around at all of the snow, brows furrowing. The first order of business was to make Alfred some gloves, she decided. There was a lot to do; many of the men needed shirts. But -- Alfred was a child, even if he was allowed to be a Continental. She couldn’t bear the thought of a child losing a finger or two to the cold.

She noticed his twitch, or wince, but she didn’t comment. Boys had their pride; she knew that Jacky had started to be embarrassed by her hugs and comfort when he was around ten. So she kept her thought to herself.

“So where in the colonies are you from? The General and I are from Virginia.”

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Ok, Jones, it’s time to meet the General’s wife and you had better make a good impression. Looking up to Washington as he did, if the man’s wife didn’t like him it would spell trouble for the young American, but what better way to make a good first impression than by helping somebody move in? Most people hated doing that, but he was helping willingly and voluntarily, that had to count for some brownie points right?

Smiling he bowed his head towards the woman in greeting. “How do you do, Mrs. Washington? My name is Alfred Jones, and I’m here to help.”

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Martha had not traveled with much – a few everyday dresses, one nicer frock for dinners, and a few other necessaries, but she’d read George’s letters. Not that he’d included many details when writing to her, but she’d wandered into his brother Jack’s office from time to time, read the letters her husband had written to his brother. She knew how dire things were with the army and did not want to flaunt the wealth she shared with George. There was a difference between a general making sure he was well-dressed and his wife showing off their money with fine fabrics and fashionable heeled shoes.

She was here to provide comfort to her husband, not socialize, even if there would be other officers’ wives eventually. She had braved the deeper snow to be with George sooner.

Still, she did have luggage, and she could only carry her small handbag.

She smiled when the young boy approached her with a smile, curtsying briefly. “It is very nice to meet you, Mr. Jones. I’m Mrs. Washington, as you seem to know.” How polite, without being effusive. She preferred polite. “Do you think you can manage my trunk on your own?”

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He stood, as directed. “Alexander Hamilton, madam. I was actually in the midst of writing a few speeches for the General when our friend here had other plans for me, and- no, no, no.” He rushed over to the cat, who was chewing on his quill and jumped away for Alex to begin the chase. “I guess I’m cutting a new one.”

The cat, bored with Alex talking to Martha, wound itself around Alex’s feet, taunting him with the white feather- tipped quill still decidedly in its mouth. It made throaty noises at Alex, who was doing his damndest to ignore it and pay attention to the General’s wife.

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“Oh, Mr. Hamilton!” Martha said in recognition. “I know who you are. The General’s mentioned you to me, once or twice.” Her eyes twinkled, unable to hide the entirety of her amusement. “Your reputation precedes you. It’s a pleasure to meet you finally.”

She did laugh when the cat snatched up his quill and nearly taunted him with it, twining around his ankles.

“Let me,” she said, reaching for the supplies to do so. She’d done this and was a fair enough hand at it. It gave her something to do with her hands either way. “You might as well distract her,” she added, nodding towards the cat. “So she doesn’t steal more from you.”

She finished the first one, setting it down near his papers, and continued onto a second one, taking her time. “So, Mr. Hamilton, I’ve heard of your bravery during the battles in New York. What part did you take in them?”

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As he went to warm his hands by the flame, the cat batted him away, showing possessiveness of the only heat source in Alex’s tent. Alex gripped his coat a little tighter, rubbing his arms. He hated the cold. It always ripped through his body.

The General’s wife. Shit, what had he done wrong? Alexander was young, only 19, and wasn’t about to ruin his chances at building his reputation with the people who mattered most while he was in the army.

“Madam,” he bowed. He would give the same degree of military respect to them both. It was only right. “You have not intruded at all.” He felt a tiny paw tapping his shoulder hesitantly and looked over his shoulder before straightening. The cat wanted him to play with the candle again. “I suppose you’ve come for your friend who is stealing my much-needed warmth?”

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“Don’t bow, sir,” Martha said, the gentle rebuke gentled further by a smile. “We are to be a democracy when this is over, after all.”

She moved closer to the light and drew her fur-lined cape around herself. George’s letters had told her to expect the cold, but this was unprecedented in her experience. The candle did very little to warm beyond the few inches around the flame, yet its light was comforting.

She ran a hand down the cat’s spine, and while it lifted its rump a little to indicate its enjoyment of the pet, it was far more interested in the young man than her.

“I did come looking for her, yes, but I think she’d rather be friends with you,” she said. She looked over the young man. “We haven’t been introduced, have we? Or -- if we have, my apologies. There have been so many new faces for me to remember.”

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Martha, never a woman to shy away from hard work, had spent the daylight hours with the other soldiers’ wives, mending clothing and sewing new shirts and trying to make some order of the scant supplies. It was winter, and all seemed bleak indeed. So she attended her duties with single-minded focus so her husband could do the same.

Still, it had been a long day, and her hands ached, and part of her just wanted to sit quietly and pet the adorable stray cat that lurked around the nearby tents.

She finally caught sight of the feline darting into one of the supposedly unoccupied tents -- it was dark, well past the time when anyone sensible would be by a fire with friends -- so she followed.

The cat had found a perch by a candle on a desk, which was decidedly occupied. She startled, hand fluttering over her stomach.

“Oh, excuse me, sir,” she said with a light chuckle. “I did not mean to intrude.”

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