Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

In the Aftermath-Burr's Interlude

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*Raises from the dead*

Sup bitches I'm back. WHO WANTS A FLOOD OF CHAPTERS? I missed you.

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Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, sad things, depression, character breaking, after effects of previous character death, war, battle, trauma, backstories, lots of fun stuff, yep, don't cry.

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The aftermath of the battle wasn't as bad as Jefferson had thought it would be. None of the hostages seemed to be badly injured, just some bruising and scrapes. Adams was sporting a black eye after a Govey got tired of him yelling at everyone. It wasn't until Hamilton's voice cut through the air that everyone really knew this had been a defeat.

"Where's Laurens?"

A brave person came forward and quietly murmured, "He died."

"I know," Hamilton snapped, "I meant where is his body?"

Adams stepped forward, "After the three of you disappeared back into the ceiling, the Goveys finished rounding up all bodies, their own and ours, and had them carted off last night. We don't know where they went."

Hamilton seemed to shut down. He was just standing there. Jefferson immediately went to him, wrapping his arms around the small man and holding him close, murmuring softly to him. Screw everyone watching, Hamilton needed him. Sure, they had some things to work out, to talk over, but right now, Jefferson knew he just needed to be there for Hamilton, they could talk later when they were both ready and everything settled down.

Jefferson could hear the whispers start up and travel around the room, there was no way their relationship was staying under wraps now. He honestly didn't care. Jefferson held Hamilton tighter as he felt the shuddering breaths start. No, Hamilton couldn't break here, Jefferson immediately steered him toward a wall, opened it up, and pulled him inside. At least there they had some privacy.

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After the three of them took the ballroom through a bloody battle that had all the hostages running for cover, Burr immediately set to work. He had to straighten things out and restore order. Adams wasn't going to be doing anything anytime soon so it was left to Burr. Adams was actually a dedicated man, but right now, he seemed to have disappeared.

When Jefferson went to comfort Hamilton, Burr couldn't stop his thoughts from turning to his dear Theodosia. He'd gotten a second chance with her and didn't even realize how lucky he was, no one got second chances when it came to lost love. No one except them it seemed. Burr hadn't remembered his past life when he was still with Theodosia and all too soon, she was wrested from his arms.

Burr had always been hesitant to join a side in the rebellion. He knew if he did join, it'd be as a rebel, but he never took that final step to join until Theodosia walked into his life. She laughed in his face about his insecurities and pushed him forward, joining the rebellion right by his side, constantly pushing him forward. She deserved better.

They were always by each other's side, covering each other's backs and making up for the other's flaws. Burr was a terrible shot but was great at sabotage and espionage, Theodosia could blow anything up and had the best aim in the regiment. Jefferson had yet to join and Hamilton was a legend a state away. So that left Burr and Theodosia, the unstoppable tag team.

That is, until they weren't.

It was a sudden skirmish, a Govey ambush. They'd been hiking through the forest, heading for a hill to make a camp until they'd move out again the next day. The Goveys waited until night and set the camp on fire. Burr could remember it like yesterday. Red-orange flames growing higher and hotter, burning around them, smoke filling their tent, searing their lungs and making them cough uncontrollably, tears streaming from their eyes. Burr had pulled her out of the tent, guns slung over his shoulder in a hurry.