Fearless // Lafayette x Reader

14. She Tells

The group sat in a semicircle around her.

She gulped.

"There's something that I probably should have told you a long time ago," she began.

The others stared at her expectantly.

She took a deep breath, staring directly at Washington. "I didn't come here just to be a part of the Revolution. I..."

She glanced at her toes for a split second before meeting Washington's eyes again. Why was she directing her words to him? Maybe because she felt the most guilty towards him - she would be betraying him the most.

"I'm from London," she finished. "I came here as a British spy."

His eyes lit bewilderedly, but otherwise he made no movement. She could feel the others shifting in their seats, although they said nothing.

Washington's lips tightened. "Continue."

Her brow furrowed. "Continue? Sir, I'm not sure what you -"

He held up a hand, stopping her. "Well, since you're telling us and you look fairly ashamed about it, I'm just taking a guess that you've stopped your correspondence. Am I correct? Because I think none of us would have expected you to say that, so telling us now would be a horrible idea if you're still spying on us."

"Well...not entirely," she admitted, sitting on her hands. "I used to send letters filled with every bit of the plan I knew, at the beginning. But then...I started to notice something different about your camp from ours in England. The men here...they treat me like I'm a person. Like a human being - like a man. The British always acted like I was some sort of toy, to be passed around and shared."

She looked down. "And I started to realize that I would rather die over here, in battle, fighting alongside American soldiers than alongside British soldiers."

The room was deadly silent.

Washington finally broke the silence. "Thank you for telling me, (Y/N). Although not as much as before, I still trust you and have use for you. I need a little while to make your arrangements, but you'll know your position by the end of the night."

"Thank you, sir." She bowed her head respectfully before ducking out of the tent and running to her own, refusing to make eye contact with anybody.

She sat staring at the wall, alone, for the rest of the night.

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She wondered if the whole camp knew about her already.

They all smiled at her and waved like normal, calling out greetings and jokingly asking how Lafayette was. But the smiles were slightly strained, the laughs close to forced.

They knew.

She sat with her group for breakfast, but not too close, in case they really did hate her. If it was her in the situation, she'd have hated herself too.

She swirled eggs around on her plate moodily, wondering if she should have even told anybody at all.

As soon as she finished her breakfast (she wasn't really that hungry) she went back to her tent and tucked her knees to her chest.

Once they returned to the training cabins, she was to immediately leave for England with Hercules and the rest of the Sons of Liberty. She was a little excited about it - she'd get to see the few friends she had there - but she was mostly nervous. A pit of dread swelled around under her stomach.

Not only was she a spy, she was now spying on the people she was supposed to spy for. And she had to convince the British that she was still on their side.