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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: Last of the Mohicans (1992)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death
Relationships: Nathaniel "Natty" Bumppo/Cora Munro, Alice Munro/Uncas
Characters: Cora Munro, Alice Munro, Uncas (Last of the Mohicans), Duncan Heyward, Colonel Edmund Munro, Magua (Last of the Mohicans), Sachem (Last of the Mohicans)
Additional Tags: Massacre Valley, Fort William Henry, Taken Prisoner, burned alive, Suicide, Sacrifice, Battlefield, Love Making between characters, Character Death, French Indian War
Summary:
After noticing that Alice suddenly has a braid in her hair during the waterfall scene, I decided to write a story around it. The basic story is the same, just expanded in some areas. The tale begins during the massacre valley scene and goes from there.
Seeing their scout's impassive face and hard, emotionless eyes, a chill shivers it's way down her back; Alice can't help but feel that something dark is being set into motion, something there is no coming back from.
#02 - cool
It looks so invitingly cool, rushing by, and she is so very warm; unpinning her linen cap from her hair, Alice plunges it into the cold water, wrings it out and wipes her face and neck, sighing in sweet relief.
#03 - young
She is so young and inexperienced, this Yengeese miss they've tasked themselves with protecting; he should find her annoying, and a burden, yet Uncas finds himself drawn to her, unable to look away.
#04 - last
Cora has been on campaigns since she was fourteen, Duncan is a soldier, and their three guides live and move in this wilderness; nevertheless Alice is upset with herself that she always seems to be last on the trail.
#05 - wrong
Almost all of her society shuns them; his people are more accepting of the love they share, and the life that they are striving to build together.
#06 - gentle
After that day at the cliffs, they are inseparable, and their families are so very careful with them as they slowly heal.
#07 - one
"... find a delaware speaking woman for Uncas, who will say 'You are the one,'" Nathaniel had teased, seemingly a lifetime ago; it amuses him that he has found his "one," and she doesn't speak delaware at all.
#08 - hundred
Alice holds his unresponsive hand tightly as Cora closes his many wounds, stitch after stitch after stitch.
#09 - king
Chingachgook and Uncas are the last of their people, and Alice shows his father the respect he is due as an Elder.
#10 - learn
Before coming to the colonies, the idea of learning to load and fire a musket would have been ludicrous in the extreme; since the cliffs, and everything that happened before, Uncas is adamant that he teach her, and she eventually agrees.
#11 - blur
She doesn't remember much of it, the time between leaving the fort and finding herself in Uncas' arms under the waterfall; it is all a confusing blur of screams and blood and death.
#12 - wait
He'd watched her being taken away by Magua and his men, and he'd sprinted off after her, seeing no other choice for himself; it isn't until months later, when Uncas is fully recovered, that his father and brother furiously berate him for not waiting.
#13 - change
After the ambush on the George Road, Alice wanted nothing more than to reach the fort, and then return post-haste to Portman Square; after her rescue and their recovery, to leave this country - and him - is unthinkable to her.
#14 - command
She has never been truly angry with her father before, but knowing he has given the command to have Nathaniel hang for sedition fills Alice with fury, and disillusionment.
#15 - hold
After Uncas pulls her from the canoe, Alice grasps his arm as tightly as he holds onto hers as they labor up the ramp to the sally-port together; when Duncan comes between them, and they need to let go of each other, she feels oddly bereft.
#16 - need
It is during warm, still nights that they explore each other; Alice learns which touch brings him to shuddering need, Uncas what will cause her to arch her back with a quiet cry.
#17 - vision
Taking his place on one side of Nathaniel, Chingachgook on the other, he can see Alice up ahead, riding behind her sister as they abandon the fort; even as he uneasily scans the trail and trees, his every sense on high alert, Uncas never loses sight of her.
#18 - attention
At first it made Alice apprehensive, to feel his regard as they traveled to the fort; but that uneasiness slowly fell away as he quietly assisted her again and again over the rough terrain, somehow always knowing when she needed help.
#19 - grave
She watches his stoic face as Uncas hoists his musket onto his shoulder, striding away from the burned out cabin; she's caught a glimpse of his grief, and doesn't understand why they don't give the little family a Christian burial.
#20 - solid
She wakes with a start, knowing something is wrong, and her fear makes her too loud; Uncas pulls her to him, whispering quiet reassurance, and Alice relaxes into his warm, solid body, trusting him to protect her.
#21 - book
Chingachgook, Nathaniel and Uncas will leave in the fall, to hunt and trap furs to trade with the Dutch; when he returns, weeks later, he never fails to bring her a new book or two, which they will read to each other by firelight.
#22 - speed
Uncas and Nathaniel are forever arguing who is the fastest, challenging each other to races through the forest, the winner crowing to the loser as they rejoin an amused Cora and Alice at the end.
#23 - child
Even though they are eager to start a family, Uncas and Alice are equally content with this time that it is just the two of them.
#24 - fortune
Neither Cora, nor Alice, have any desire to return to England to settle their father's estate; they write to his solicitors, and leave the matter to them.
#25 - shadow
Uncas can see the shadows in her eyes, and know she is mourning her father and Duncan; he tells her the story of the stars, and knows when Alice watches them at night, that she is remembering them.
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Notes: I took these words from the Livejournal 1sentence theme sets. Uncas and Alice survive, because I could never kill them. And I've really abused the semicolon, which is doing some truly heavy lifting here.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Last of the Mohicans (1992)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alice Munro/Uncas
Characters: Alice Munro, Uncas (Last of the Mohicans)
Additional Tags: Missing Scene
Summary:
On the way to the fort, Alice is caught up in the beauty of the wilderness. Uncas helps to release her from its hold.
Alice is still wearing her little linen cap after the ambush on the road, but it is gone once they reach the river. This is my explanation of what might have happened to it.
They both carry them, etched into their skin, vivid reminders of this war that they'd barely escaped. Souvenirs, of a terrible sort.
Hers are more visible than his, being on her wrists, courtesy of having them tightly bound by Magua's ropes. The blood, broken skin and hideous purple bruising eventually gave way to scabs, and then to a dark discoloration.
Chingachgook's salve, pulled from his journey bag, helped tremendously with the pain. Alice's eyes closed in sweet relief, the first time he applied it, before wrapping her wrists with clean cloths.
His are raised, deeper, and far more numerous. Uncas' chest and arm bear the marks of wounds that nearly took his life. The lines are jagged, the most horrific one an angry slash, painful to see. They also are a testament to Cora's careful stitching, and the blistering of cauterization by the men, when the bleeding wouldn't stop.
They'd fled the Huron lands as fast as they were able, given Uncas' desperate condition. It was a close thing, their journey, almost losing him more than once along the way, before ending up at a small, nondescript trapper's cabin that the men knew of, in the middle of nowhere. It was there that they began the long, arduous passage to healing.
They have faded now, their souvenirs of battle. Hers have lightened, his have gone from red, to pink, to raised whitish lines.
The faint discolorations still on her wrists speak to Uncas of her endurance. This young, sheltered English girl ("Scottish girl, thank you very much!") survived, and now thrives.
In the warm darkness of night, Alice will trace the ridges and lines on his chest that tell of his devotion with gentle fingers.
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