Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Stuck in Time

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Warnings: Blood, death, nightmares, readers may die from sudden increase in fluff levels

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Jefferson had no idea Hamilton accidentally fell asleep on the wall beside him, so he was surprised when Hamilton's weight suddenly leaned against him as he slowly slid down the wall. Jefferson looked down at the small man that was resting against him, well that position didn't look very comfy at all, Hamilton would probably wake with a whole bunch of aches and pains if Jefferson let him sleep like that. So Jefferson gently moved Hamilton away from the wall a laid his head down in his lap.

Hamilton shifted in his sleep, getting more comfortable and throwing an arm over Jefferson's legs. Jefferson smiled to himself, Hamilton looked so relaxed and peaceful. He wished he could make Hamilton look like that all the time, but it was impossible, neither of them would ever be able to relax completely with a war going on.

Hamilton started twitching, the signs of a beginning nightmare. Jefferson murmured to him quietly and ran his hand gently through Hamilton's hair until he relaxed again. He continued running his hand through Hamilton's hair absent-mindedly until sleep overtook him as well.

When Jefferson woke, Hamilton was gone. He looked around and spotted him standing at the mouth of the cave, on hand against the wall, looking at the rain that was pouring down. Jefferson got up, walked over and stood behind him, slightly closer than he normally would.

"We can't go anywhere in this," Hamilton stated, sensing Jefferson's presence. "There's no lightning or wind, but the rain is just coming down too hard."

"I guess we're stuck in a cave for a while then. Whatever shall we do to pass the time?" Jefferson certainly had some ideas but he wasn't going to voice any of them.

"Got any food in your pack?" Hamilton asked.

"Do I go anywhere without food?" Jefferson replied rhetorically, finding his bag and digging out some small rectangular boxes, about a centimeter or two in height, nine inches long, and five inches wide. "Here you go." Jefferson tossed one at Hamilton.

"MRE's?" Hamilton asked.

"Meals Ready to Eat. Military food, sorry, I couldn't fit a gourmet kitchen in my bag."

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Such poor packing skills," Hamilton tutted.

"You're literally a walking armory because of those packing skills, don't get snarky with me," Jefferson pointed out. "They're okay cold, but we could probably make a fire and heat it up. The rain will keep the smoke from being noticed."

"Yeah, and send our radio signal to hell," Hamilton added.

"You tried contacting the others then?"

"Yeah, didn't work."

"I guess we really do have to wait out the storm," Jefferson said, pulling out some supplies to start a fire. Once it got going, thanks to the twigs and sticks that littered the cave floor, Jefferson threw on a brick that would burn for about five hours before placing the MRE's where they'd heat up. "Now we wait," Jefferson said, sitting back and admiring his handy work. Hamilton walked over and plopped down next to him. "You know what I got?" Jefferson said happily, suddenly reaching for his pack.

"What?"

"A kettle!" Jefferson grinned as he pulled up a miniature kettle.

"You wouldn't also happen to have some coffee in the magical bag of yours, now would you?" Hamilton asked as Jefferson placed the kettle outside to fill up with rain. He also set out their canteens while he was thinking about it.