I have somewhat of an idea what I'm doing.
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I ran. They must've intercepted the letter I sent to George. He wanted regular letters to know I was okay. I knew it was a stupid thing to do.
I ran to the kitchen grabbing anything flammable and a box of matches.
I ran to my room to pack up my things.
I ran around the place, covering it with flammable substances.
I ran out the door, throwing the match I had lit behind me.
I ran to Hercules' shop, not looking back at the plumes of smoke behind me.
I ran to him and made him pack up.
I ran to the docks to catch a boat back to America.
I ran on the boat, dragging Herc behind me, right before it took off.
I stopped.
I stopped running.
I almost stopped breathing.
"What the hell is happening Ash?" Herc yelled, snapping me out . of my trance.
"They found me. God, I'm so stupid." I mumbled.
"How do you know they found you?"
"Well, I had a lovely conversation with two of them that included them knocked out with some broken bones and a burning camp."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
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George POV
It had been a while since Ash had sent me a letter, and I was worrying. I shuddered thinking about what had almost happened last time she had been late sending me a letter.
"Sir, a Hercules Mulligan and an Ashley would like to see you." A scared soldier whimpered looking terrified.
It was her. Why was she back though? She hadn't sent me a letter telling me she was leaving.
Oh no.
She didn't....
"Hey Georgie." a nervous voice said.
She did.
"Mr. Mulligan, sir." I said firmly.
"Yes?"
"You may leave now."
"Yes, sir." He said through gritted teeth.
"Ash, what happened? Can I not send you out without you burning down an entire camp? Of course not, you're the fucking Asher. You need to get away from all of it."
"You can't send me home."
"I technically could, but I'm not going to. You'd come right back. I'm sending you away from it all, the fighting, the death. All of it."
"Where-"
"I'm sending you to France to stay with Lafayette."
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Sparks And Ashes (Washington x OC)
FanfictionAshley Hamilton was the older sister of Alexander Hamilton. She was a spy for America . Her specialty was arson. The British called her 'Asher' because by the time she was gone, so was their camp. All that would be left was a pile of ashes. Sparks...
