Requested by: MichaelaTheWordsmith
OC: Allysa Michaela Schreave

Of what heard of the uprising revolution, people knew lots. People were constantly chattering about it, but they were careful with their words since redcoats still swarmed the cities. Anyone could be a spy. As the uprising began, there was a sense of lost trust slowly forming.

After arriving in America, linked to Marquis de Lafayette, a young woman by the name of Allysa tried to make sense of it all. She was personally intrigued by the reactions of people, the sounds of drumming, and the city itself.

Much to her pleasure of finally being in a land where the pride stretched far and wide, she somehow ended up on the side of things one normally wasn't applied to. To be a woman in the revolution, duties were simple and nothing that was equal to men.

Allysa found herself in the middle of the political mess going on behind the scenes. The men were frantic, making plans, trying to comprehend the thousands of letters. When she suggested something, they all looked at Lafayette, as if asking why she was there.

But he defended her quickly and that was the end of the discussion.

After various debates, Allysa often talked to the gentlemen involved. Each of them greeted her with respect, occasionally flirting. There was one man who stood out to her. For many meetings he didn't approach her, standing in the shadows.

That all changed one particular day. "I don't believe we've met. Aaron Burr." He stuck out his hand out, with a patient smile. Raising an eyebrow, surprised he finally made a move, she shook his hand back.

"Allysa Schreave." She gulped before saying to him, "Do you think it's improper of me to ask to fight for the country? Apparently it's an unladylike manner."

He was taken aback at her question, most women tended to flirt with him. However, she seemed quite serious with her words. Aaron's mind went black and he hurried to think of an answer. "I wouldn't picture a woman on the battlefield, more likely-"

Allysa tilted her head. "You were saying, sir?"

Although he knew what he wanted to say, he stopped. If he went any further, there was a chance he might get a harsh reward. "Nothing, miss."

She nodded, satisfied with his answer. "I will have a discussion with the General tomorrow as soon as possible. Maybe he'll see through all my ladylike qualities and put me on the field."

Aaron opened his mouth but stopped. How could such a lovely woman wish to risk her life? It didn't make sense to him. Allysa seemed so curious in her surroundings, but too delicate to behind a cannon.

"Well, I hope to hear of your success." As he went to tell her something, a few men shouted at him to join them at a local bar. Sighing, he made up his mind to join them. "I should be going, it's getting-"

Allysa abruptly said, "Right, of course. Have a good night, sir." She nodded her head politely and went towards the door.

"Will we see each other again? I want to hear how it goes with the General." He held out his hand desperately. No matter how much his friends were probably laughing at his stuttering, he didn't care. The woman in front of him was one he dared not lose sight of.

Taking a step towards him, Allysa murmured back, "Tomorrow at noon. You'll be here, if I am correct?" Their hands touched, a gesture neither of them confessed to starting.

Aaron nodded. "Yes. Until then, miss." And the two of them parted ways, only for a few hours at the most.

However, as he waited patiently for her the following day, the man only grew more anxious by the minute. What if she never showed? A few passerby chuckled at him, all alone on the sidewalk. Time passed and he only hoped she hadn't forgotten their meeting.

But Allysa Schreave never failed to be late for important things. Even when she was having a terrible day, the woman managed to gain courage to show. When she approached Burr, he could tell she was frustrated.

"Denied," she mumbled, crossing her arms with a grim expression. "And you needn't ask, you already know why."

Aaron reached over and touched her shoulder, trying to calm her down. "I'm sorry, Allysa. But apparently women and men aren't equal, as much as I despise saying such a thing. He told you what he's supposed to. You just can't go and risk-" She snapped at his words.

"You will never understand how long I have wanted to be on the battlefield." Her eyes clouded over and she stepped back. "Ever since I saw war in my own country, my heart yearned for that. Why are women denied from such duties? Are we not good enough? Frankly, I could-" Aaron shushed her. People had begun to look over at the pair with confusion.

"I don't make the rules. If I did, you would have a damn chance. That's not reality, and we both know that," he hissed back at her. Allysa blinked a few times before nodding slowly.

She gulped. "I-I'm sorry. What am I even saying?" Aaron pulled her closer to him as a horse passed by. Her breathing was getting heavier, and she looked about ready to cry.

As a child, whenever he was emotional, Aaron remembered his mother holding him close. It was the memory he had of her. And that single token of his childhood kept him close to home, no matter the situation.

He took that little piece and grabbed Allysa by her back and pulled her close. At first she seemed uncomfortable by his touch. But within seconds she had melted into his embrace.

Something about that felt normal. Neither of them were much for the true love tale, but there was no ignoring the feeling they got.

After a few minutes, she pulled away. She cleared her throat before saying, "I should probably be on my way. Thank you." Giving him one final look, she made her way through the swarms of wandering people.

Aaron watched her go, still able to feel the warmth she brought to him. He smiled to himself before turning the opposite way.

They didn't cross paths for another three weeks. Separate lives got busy and there wasn't time to pause. Aaron found himself in a blood stained suit, charging forward into open fire.

But he would have never imagined that Allysa was right beside him most of the way. When he heard the scream, a female one, he panicked and looked around. Maybe it was his brain telling him differently, but he was positive he had just heard a female scream.

There she was. A few feet to the right of him, her gun laying on her side. Her disguise was exposed, showing her tied up hair. She screamed again, almost crying at the pain. That's when Burr recognized her. "Allysa!"

He continued shouting her name as he got to her side, frantically checking her wounds. His hands were shaking as leaned closely. "What are you doing here?! Are you insane?!"

Coughing loudly, she looked into his eyes. "I couldn't just run the opposite way of the fighting! You barely had enough troops-" She cried out again, this time tears forming. Her back arched off the ground as she tried to release the pain. "Argh!"

Aaron grabbed her around the torso, thinking quickly. She went to protest, but he didn't listen. Ducking his head as bullets narrowly avoided him, he picked her up and ran.

Never had he run with so much determination in his life. If he didn't make it to the medical tent in time, he wouldn't ever be able to forgive himself.

He made if safely, dropping her down on one of the empty cots gently. Barely catching his breath, he shouted, "Someone, over here!" A medic ran to the bedside, immediately assisting Allysa.

When the medic realized he was still standing with her, she gave him a look. "Sir, you-"

"I'm staying here with her. I wasn't even supposed to be here today, nor was she." He linked their hands together, soothing her as the medic went back to helping the patient. Aaron kept his hand tightly wrapped around here for as long as he could stay.

Allysa recovered within a few weeks. For those days, Aaron didn't sleep. He gave her the company she needed, telling her anything she wished to know. Everyday she sat up a little straighter, with her usual smile.

On one of the final days she was in the medical ward, she asked him something. "Aaron, why do you even care for a woman like me? I was out of my mind, thinking it was all great to disguise myself and try to fight."

"Well, you're not like other women, that's for sure." Aaron placed one hand on tops of hers, sighing. "That day you came up to me and asked if it was improper for a woman to fight, I just knew you were different. An intelligent woman if I ever met one. There was something about the way you presented yourself and-"

Allysa cut him off. "But why have you stayed with me for this long? Most men would have given up by now." She chuckled to herself.

Why have I stayed here so long? Aaron leaned back in his chair, thinking. The woman in front of him, as he said, was unique. Maybe it was because he was intrigued.

However, he knew it was something else. That moment he had pulled her close, the way his mother once did, there was an undeniable feeling that lit up inside of him. He felt loved around her.

Just like a bullet hit him, he realized what he had been confused about for too long. Love. It was love. He looked at Allysa. The question that lingered on his tongue was if she felt it as well. It was unlikely. But he wasn't throwing away his chance at finding out.

"I stayed because leaving you behind to fend for yourself wasn't enough. Not for me. And I couldn't fight off the feelings..." He gulped before lowering his voice. "Of being in love with you." He finished in barely a hushed whisper.

Allysa's eyed widened. His hand felt warmer on hers, unlike she had felt it before. "You love me? Aaron, I-"

He reached forward desperately. His hand touched her cheek. "You don't have to say anything. If you don't-"

With their linked hands, she curled their fingers together. "What makes you think I don't feel the same about you?" Lips curving into a smile, she leaned a little closer.

Aaron was silent for a moment as he processed the information. He looked back at her and gasped in shock and happiness. "Allysa."

He onto managed to utter her name before pulling her into a tight embrace. Neither of them wanted to let it end. Having been so afraid of confessing, Aaron felt his heart go back to a resting pace.

For the first time in his life, he felt safe and comforted, for he was finally with the person who loved him and he was meant to be with for the rest of his days.

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A/N: Thank you MichaelaTheWordsmith for the request! This will be a part two probably, there was a lot of information and I didn't want to cram it all in. And thank you guys for all the comments and feedback, it means so much. I have quite a few one shots to write by request, so I'll be updating as often as possible.