The Unoriginal (Aaron Burr x Reader)

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The soldiers' eyes were locked on Seabury, Burr meant nothing to him. He simply pushed him away by the head. That would've been okay, but his head landed on the rim and was about to hit the ground if it wasn't for Lafayette quicky putting hand under his head. You hurriedly scurried over to him and pulled his head in your lap. He was stirring in and out of consciousness as his head slowly rocked back and fourth. You touched his head where he was hit, but he flinched in a hiss. You noticed that the spot was bleeding some and immediately ripped your cravat off your neck and placed it there. He put your hand on yours. "...Thanks", he murmured still in a dazed. You simply held his hand over your makeshift bandage in acknowledgement. "ENOUGH!"

Behind you, you could hear the shouts of the soldier and a feminine scream from Hamilton. Then you saw the sun being blocked from out of your eyes, you looked up to see Hamilton still screaming, in the freaking air,  and heading straight towards the fountain. "Herc!", you quickly called your brother. He jumped in he pool landing on his feet. Thank goodness the water was only knee high for him, perfect for his boots. He held his arms out and down came the Caribbeaian handing in them.

The Redcoat started to escort Seabury out of the area, seeing that it was a pretty non-Loyalist atmosphere. The crowd of people disbanded and the soldier walked over to you. "Next time, don't let him get in the way or else I'll make his blood fill that fountain and spew from it." He waited or your reaction, by you didn't give one. He walked away with Seabury by his side. "Asshole", you muttered.

**
SEABURY

I was extremely lucky to have had such backup as a young British Soldier. As he led me out of the area, he started talking to me. "Didn't you realize this was a very Colonist area? You certainly must have know the consequences", he said not turning to me. "That doesn't give me an excuse not to try and save some of these people from their ways. They could be dead in a year for all I know and every one knows war is here. I've even  heard they are recruiting troops as we speak." This time he looked down at me. "Is that so?", he said clearly interested. "Because if you can do that again, I will personally let it be for the denouncement of the Continental Congress." I was in shock. "It'd be an honor!", I said excitedly. "Yes, just let me see the draft of your speech from today, and I'll give it to my officials hand it over to them for a final drafting. Not much will probably need to be changed." I gave him my speech and tried to keep in my happiness. "We'll give you a notice in about 3 months Bishop Seabury. Maybe even a collaboration in making this a novel is afoot", he said pleased. He turned towards the docks and walked away.

**

You were about to see how Burr was holding up but was interupted by a scream. Cat? Your gaze landed on the docks with someone​ hovering over another man. Oh gosh, it is. You grabbed Lafayette to hold Burr's head and immediately ran over there with Hercules trailing behind. "HEY! STOP", his voice boomed behind you. The man looked up from your friend with a casual glance.

"Is there something the matter?", he asked the two of you in a polite manner. "Yes. Who are you to hurt him?", Hercules asked with his arms crossed. "Well I'm just a fisherman from the south getting these trouts to the local market here. And then this runt came and asked me for a price range on my import. I darn well told him I don't sell to those things. He told me that his Master sent 'im. Bah! I've heard that story from eight of theses things and they've all just took it for 'emselves. So I took it upon myself and was about to teach 'im some respect." Ugh, the south.

"Well I sent him to do this for me. You have no right to touch him anyways", he said while lending Cato a hand up. When he got up he scurried over to you and wrapped his arms around your neck. You looked over at the side of his face to see a new, bleeding, scar going from the side of his left eye to the corner of his mouth. You glared at the southerner and held Cato's face. You traced your hand over his scar, he winced a little but let it go. You held up your now bloodstained hand to Hercules. His eyes widened and immediately lunged at the man.