The States

this is not a moment, it's the movement pt.2

He'd have you all unravel at the sound of screams but the Revolution is coming

-Farmer Refuted, Hamilton

Providence, RI- April 19, 1775
Adam opens the door to let Sam and Foster in, raising his eyebrows at his sister in a wordless question as Foster pulls his muddy boots off to leave on the porch. Sam rarely Jumped into his territory, even if he'd told her she had a blanket pass to do so.

"Boston is under siege," Sam explains quietly. "Our dear old motherland is lurking around."

Adam understands enough to fill in the gaps.

If a redcoat, any of them, saw Sam and it got back to England, it was over.

Sam's arms tremble when she wraps them around him to return his hug. "Stay as long as you need," Adam mumbles, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Williamsburg, VA- April 20, 1775
Elizabeth isn't entirely sold on this whole revolution thing, but she has to admit it looks like a better and better idea as time goes on.

Especially when the governor is pulling things like this. He's taken all of Williamsburg's gunpowder, even though they haven't given him an ounce of disloyalty so far.

"It's not his damn gunpowder," Wes hisses, Salt's reigns wrapped tight around his hands, and Patrick Henry looks inexplicably proud of him.

Elizabeth understands the feeling. Wes comes across as apathetic often enough that seeing him angry is like watching a fire.

"It's not the property of the Crown, it's the property of the colony," Elizabeth says, and Wes's answering smile is brighter than the sun.

GA- April 1775
Revolution is in the air, and Wright pets her delicate strawberry-blonde curls like one pets an agitated puppy.

He dismisses the idea of sending delegates to the assembly and her opinion in the same haughty tone.

"Oh, dear Scarlett, revolution is a contagion, and you cannot be blamed for contracting it."

Williamsburg, VA- April 22, 1775
"Do you really think the governor will let Williamsburg burn if it comes to it?" Elizabeth asks, hands shaking. Wes leans against her, his weight reassuring. It is their capital, their heart at stake, however, and even her twin can't ease the anxiety.

Peyton Randolph, the latest in a long line of Speakers of the House of Burgesses, stops bickering with Patrick Henry to look at her, but he doesn't know how to calm her.

Patrick Henry's face goes stony. "If he does, he'll burn with it, Virginia."

Williamsburg, VA- May 3, 1775
Dunmore retreats when faced with the militia, and Lizzy staggers a little. Wes inhales sharply enough that he starts coughing.

Patrick Henry smiles, laying his hands on their shoulders. He's always felt important to Wes, but now his presence burns brighter. "You're not theirs, anymore," he tells them.

Lizzy looks unsure of herself, for once, but Wes doesn't pause before grinning. "We've never really been British, anyway."

Ticonderoga, NY- May 10, 1775
"Long time no see, Monty." Ethan Allen startles at Brooke's sudden appearance, but Monty doesn't. He offers Brooke a small smile as she settles beside him. He could have sworn he felt her around earlier when they were seizing the fort, and it was nice to know he wasn't going crazy.

"I thought you had a continental congress meeting?"

"Oh, I do. I just thought this would be too interesting to miss. It won't kill Will for me to be a bit late. The green suits you."