Sparks And Ashes (Washington x OC)

Ch. 2

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I thought 'My friend' in French was 'Mi amor'. That would have been problematic.

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Ash POV

"A letter for Miss Mary Alexander." The young man yelled from the medic tent door. It must be from George.

And yes, my 'last name' is Alexander. I had to memorialize him somehow.

"Thank you." I told him politely heading to my small tent.

Dear Ashley,

I have recently learned that your brother is in my troops. I thought you might want to know.

I hope you haven't had too much trouble getting the info we need to win this.

Sincerely, George W.

I stared at the paper for what felt like hours.

My little brother is risking his life for freedom.

Seems like him.

Dear George,

Don't worry, he can handle himself. Just keep an eye on him. He may be smart, but he is one of the most selfless people you'll ever meet. It makes him do some stupid things.

I almost have the info. Good luck. Don't die.

Yours Truly, Asher

I placed my mail in the mail bag that would be handed off to the mail boy at the end of the day.

Time to get reckless, threaten someone for info, and possibly die doing it. This should be fun.

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Alex POV

"You haven't heard of her?" Laurens asked

"Heard of who?" All night they had been pestering me about not knowing some legend.

"The Asher." Lafayette finally chimed in. "I know of her, but you don't? That's actually sad mon ami."

"Who is she though." I almost yelled at them.

"She's a legend."

"You told me that already Herc. What I wanna know is, Why?"

"Supposedly, she's a spy who leaves nothing but ashes in her wake." Laurens told me

"So how do they know it's a girl?"

"Some of the soldiers here claim to have seen her at dusk, covered in soot. They say she always goes to Washington's tent."

"Huh. Interesting." I muttered

"Hell yeah, it is." Hercules yelled.

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George POV

It had been two weeks since I'd gotten a letter from Ash. I was getting worried. Last time this happened she was out of the field for a month.

I decided to go on a walk. As I was leaving camp I saw a limping woman's dark silhouette. A little too dark. Almost as if she were covered in soot.

Ash.

"Ash!" I yell running to her

"George....." she whispers

"Why didn't you contact me? Were you being reckless again? I can't believe you. Another month of paperwork for you."

She groaned in response, and fell over. I picked her up and ran to camp, not caring that she was getting my, recently cleaned, white shirt all sooty.

When we arrived I took her to the bed she had in my tent and lit the candle. Her leg had a burn, nothing to serious. It was her side that scared me.

She had been stabbed with a small knife. Luckily it was still in there. That might've reduced chance of infection.

That, and I might be able to tell whose it was, track them down, and kill them.

I grabbed a ball of cloth and placed it in her mouth. After removing the knife I grabbed a bottle of liquor from the cabinet, a cloth, a needle, thread, and some bandages. I poured the liquor over everything, including the wound. I dabbed around the wound then entered the needle. All she did was whimper a little. Thank god she was asleep.