Life Source (Hamilsquad x reader)

Back to work

When I was writing the title, I wrote without thinking
"Back to work, and- Oh! Lee is still a little bitch."
Don't judge me. We all know it's true anyway...

It was the next day. You sat up, aching, your arm sore, but it was some pretty bomb ass sleep. You sat up from your sleeping bag, or, at least tried to. Your injured arm limited your mobility. You looked around the tent for help, and saw Herc laying down reading a book. "HERC!" You yelled, making him jump. After he say up, he turned and looked at you. "Well, good morning to you, too. I hope your feeling better." He'd say while putting his book away.
"Help me up." You'd say, holding your arm up.
"What?" He'd say while moving over to you.
"I'm stuck. My arm hurts a lot when I try to use it, help me up." You'd say, waving your good arm around so he could help you up.
"Hmmm... no." He'd say with a smirk.
"Bitch, why the fuck no- oh... don't do it." You'd say, your voice trailing off at the end. He'd scoot closer to you, a devious grin on his face.
"THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!" You'd yell, outraged. He'd lay down next to you and hug you. He may be a big tough guy, but he's super cuddly.
"I know it's not. That's the point of taking advantage of someone." He'd say, snuggling his face into your soft hair. You'd sigh and lay there, knowing he'd stop eventually.

Herc eventually let go of you, and helped you up. You thanked him, and he left to go get you something. You asked him what it was, but he'd stay quiet and just walk out. You got dressed and pulled on your boots, then put your hair up in a ponytail/bun. (I don't care, pick one.) You were gathering your things, tidying up your space, and putting on your Saber. You started walking out of the tent, but Herc walked in with his arms behind his back and stopped you. "What?" You'd ask, confused. He'd take his hands out from behind his back, and he was holding a cup of water and some pills. You hissed as soon as you saw the pills and jumped back like a cat. "Come on Y/N, Washington wants you to take them." He'd say while walking towards you slowly. "NOOOO I DON'T NEED THEM!" You'd screech before quickly moving around him and running out of the tent. You booked it. You ran like there was no tomorrow. You ran past the others, Herc chasing you. "Oh, hi Y/N- oh, never mind she's running." John would say, confused as to why you were running. They saw Herc chasing you, and he stopped and talked to them. You laughed and kept running, skidding your foot, and making a sharp turn into the mess hall. You'd walk in, grab an apple, and walk out muching on your apple. You would of stayed and ate with the other reenactment soldiers, but, they stared at you like a piece of meat.
You were sitting on a log near the fire pit, just watching the clouds, then Alex walked over to you. "Washington wants you in his tent." You'd look up at him.
"Do you know why?" You'd ask. Usually Alex gave you a reason, but he'd just shrug. You'd sigh.
"Alright, pull me up, boyo." You'd say, holding your good arm out to him. He'd help you up, and you'd thank him before walking away to Washington's tent.

You'd walk over to Washington's tent.
"Permission to enter, sir?" You'd call out. "Come in, Y/N." He'd shout, and you'd push aside the tent flaps and walk in.
"You needed something, sir?" You'd ask, scared. What if he didn't let you work as a messenger anymore? Then you'd have nothing to do!
"Ah, yes, I hope you're feeling better Y/N." You'd nod in response. "Yes, sir." you'd say confidently.
"Alright, so I'm not going to send you back to the British camp yet, since your arm is still healing, so you'll have to deliver letters to generals, and a few other people." You'd nod, once again, pretty relieved you won't have to go back to the British camp yet.
"Is that all, Sir?" You'd ask, tilting your head.
"Oh, wait." He'd turn around in his chair and reach behind him, grabbing a bottle of water and placing it on the desk. No explanation given.
"What is this for?" You'd ask, very much confused.
"Give it time." He'd say while staring at the bottle. You'd look around the tent, confused.
"So... is it going to so something, or...?" You'd ask, wondering if he was going crazy.
"Wait for it..." he'd hold up his hand. You'd stand there watching the bottle.
"Now." He'd say, snapping his fingers. You'd watch the bottle with such excitement, hoping something would happen, but nothing did.
"So, uh... What's supposed to happen?" You'd say, looking up at him realizing he had an evil smirk on his face. Before you could say anything about it, someone wraped their arms around you from behind, and you jumped. You looked back and saw Lafayette holding you in place. John walked in and walked in front of you.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" you'd screech, before you started a laughing fit when John tickled your stomach. You started laughing uncontrollably, that is, until John shoved the pill from earlier in your mouth. You'd panic and swallow it, Lafayette let go of you, and Washington handed you the bottle of water. You quickly opened the cap and drank it. Lafayette and John laughed at you while you desperately drank the water.
"That's what the bottle was for." Washington would say with an evil smile.
"That wasn't funnyyyy!" You'd say, closing the water bottle and pouting like a 3 year old toddler. Washington would shake his head, slightly laughing.
"The letters you need to deliver are in the mail tent. They're right next to the desk in there." He'd say, sitting down in his seat. You'd mumble a "Yes, sir." and start walking out.
"And, Y/N?" He'd say, getting your attention. You'd turn around and look at him, still upset. "Sir?" You'd ask.
"Washingdad 1, Y/N 0." He'd say. You'd roll your eyes at his bad pun.
"Now, back to work!" He'd say, clapping his hands once, and you'd leave the tent.

Word count: 1115

I was going to make this longer, but I already have a headache, so, oh well. This is the longest chapter I've had in a while, so enjoy it.
Love you, guys!
-Wolfy