(DISCONTINUED) Why Him? {~*Thomas Jefferson x Reader *~}

Why is he here?

Y/N

I walked into my father's tent, "General— Wait. Why is Thomas Jefferson in our camp, in your tent?!" I practically screamed. "Y/n Thomas is going to be here for awhile, he's studying the troops and stuff like that." My father smirked back at me. "Fine. Keep him away from the trainees or I'll make it so he's one. And that'll be hell." I turned away swiftly and greeted the trainees.

"Alright. I am Lieutenant Colonel L/n." I announced. "You're a woman, go home!" One of the men shouted. I shifted my gaze to the man, walking over. "If I'm just a woman... Fight me. Hand-to-hand combat." I ordered, the men in the near line stepped back. My father strode out of his tent with a Thomas. "Watch this." I heard him murmur.

I waited, the man pumped out his fists, sending a blow right for my face. I dodged it, grabbing his hand I then flipped him. He went crashing down, landing on his face. I smirked and waited once more. He threw some more blows each time missing. I sighed and grabbed his arm and forced him to the ground, resting a foot on his back and his his arm in place. "Didn't even break a sweat. Disappointing." I muttered as the man below me tapped out. I let him go and faced the trainees once more. "Can anybody tell me what he did wrong?" I asked as he hurried to join the line. "No? No one?" I lifted my hand to point up a finger. "First. He let his confidence get the better over him. Because I am a woman he underestimated me and I was able to use that to my advantage." I heard footsteps from behind, glancing over my shoulder I saw a Thomas staring in awe.

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Finally I'd finished training the men for today, I walked into my fathers tent to discuss strategies. Why does Thomas have to be in here already? I greeted him with a handshake and sat across from my father. "Good job out there today." His thick southern accented voice commented. I didn't even look at him though. I just gave a muffled 'Thanks'.