Requested by: TMNT5ive
OC: Fiona Jey

"Just say it one more time. I trust you, you're doing very well." Leaning across the pub table, John touched the woman's hand. She rolled her eyes but stayed silent. Tired of her inability to listen, he hit his back against the chair again.

The woman shook her head before saying quietly, "I want to learn something that will help me. Not use-" But her words were silenced as he slammed one fist on the table.

"If you want to learn anything, you have to listen to me. Please." Never the teacher type, John felt like this was crossing the line. He spent his days trying his best to grant his knowledge to a young woman. Yet there he was, struggling to understand why she was so stubborn but so eager.

When she didn't respond to him, he whispered across the table, "Fiona. Please." She seemed to be debating whether or not to leave him distressed, but she chose to speak up.

"Alright. At my request, may we learn things that might help me in the future? These words seem to be...useless." Fiona traced her fingers over the pieces of parchments he had. He watched her movements but didn't speak.

"Though you don't realize it, ever word is vital to your future. We are in the middle of a revolution, miss. You won't survive without these words." He surveyed the pub around them, noticing a few people had looked over at the pair.

Fiona sharply said, "Words are going to save me? From what I recall, words only put us in more danger. You and all your friends are an excellent example of that, lieutenant." She gave him a confident look.

John crossed his arms over his chest, smirking at her feisty attitude. "Well, someone's gotta say something." It wasn't the best answer, but he knew it would knock her off her feet for a few seconds.

"Tell me, do you believe rebelling is the answer to this?" She gestured around the bar. He snapped, leaning closer to her, trying not to laugh loudly.

"Lower your voice. We are currently being watched by at least four redcoats. This is a great example of speaking out but refraining from being caught." He tilted his head to see one of the official looking gentlemen watching him intently.

Fiona shook her head. "I asked you a question, sir." Her words slurred together briefly, clearly showing her nervousness. "Répondre."

She noticed the way he sat up straighter when she spoke in her common language. Though she tried to stay in the mindset of an English woman, there were times she slipped over.

Taking the parchment in his hands, glancing up at her for a split second, he searched for a response. Maybe a second language could come in handy for their conversations.

"Pas du tout." He cleared his throat, trying to think of all the phrases his fluently French friend mentioned. No matter how many times his brain searched, it ended up staying blank.

As he thought, he tapped his fingers forcefully on the edge of the table. Fiona eyed his fingers as they danced up and down. The sound was drumming in her ears louder and louder by the second. All of a sudden, her hand shot out and landed on his, silencing the rhythm.

John looked at her, feeling his cheeks grow warm. He wasn't used to a woman's touch, not that he hadn't been touched by a woman before, just that he had never truly felt it.

"If anyone is to do something in this revolution, it's to say something. And it's not rebelling it's-" A redcoat a few tables away glared at him. John continued like nothing happened. "It's simply protecting our faith and future."

Fiona smiled. "Y-you have a way with words, sir." He had grabbed her attention and certainly wasn't losing it now.

"So I have been told." He picked up a single piece of parchment and surveyed the people around him before saying, "Would you like to see something interesting?"

No words would have told him the answer she held. As she eagerly leaned forward, he opened the piece of folded parchment up. Etched with words and scribbles, the parchment looked like it had seen better days.

John pulled his chair around to sit beside her to explain the details. "You see, my beliefs are quite different than most. Many believe that blacks are unlike us, but I go against that. I believe they are just like us and that they have a chance at freedom." He held the paper up triumphantly, showing her the writings.

"I'm to present my plan in a few weeks." He nervously watched her reaction. Fiona looked at all his writings before nodding. She smiled, completely agreeing.

"That's utterly...." She trailed off, looking at him for the right word. With so many new things to learn, she often forgot them. But at least she had John to help her when she struggled remembering.

"Delightful? Wonderful?" Offering the only adjectives that came as positive, he took a long gulp from his beer. Fiona pressed her lips together and thought about it for a moment.

"Astounding." They both beamed at the answer. Fiona wrapped her arms around him, rocking back and forth. He chuckled and tightened the embrace, smiling into her neck.

His hand trailed across her back, almost too eagerly. She knew it was just a gesture of comfort, but the chills of satisfaction that ran along her spine told her otherwise. When they pulled apart, she rose to her feet.

"Well, I should be on my way." She picked up her cloak, but he quickly stopped her.

"Allow me." John set down his beer, placing the cloak on her shoulders, slowly tying the laces. He turned her to face him, finishing the final tie around her neck.

There was a moment of silence exchanged between them, dreadfully long. Taking a step forward, John placed a kiss on both of her cheeks. "That's a courtesy in France, isn't it?"

Fiona didn't respond, she found herself caught in a daze. She blinked a few times. "Yes, that's right." Maybe it was the way the light in the bar fell on her cheeks, but she was visibly nervous.

Even though she had quite an intelligent mind, her heart got the best of her. She leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss only lasted for a second or two, but it was worth it. The moment she pulled back, her face glowed red.

John gulped deeply. He hadn't seen that coming and didn't know how to respond.

Fiona stuttered, "I'm sorry, I didn't-" But he cut her off by taking her hand in his.

"Don't apologize." His fingers brushed over her cheekbones and the soldier smiled. Beautiful as day was the woman in front of him. He had been so caught up in other things to even notice.

The men from the other side of the bar cheered and Fiona felt her face flush even more. "I-I really should be going now." Though he protested, she vanished out the door without another word.

John was left with a blossoming smile on his lips. One thing was for sure. That Fiona Jey was most certainly a lovely woman. And he couldn't wait to let her teach him a thing or two about herself when they met again.

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A/N: Thank you TMNT5ive for requesting this one shot! I really enjoyed writing more of Laurens. I have many more one shots to write, thank you for all the feedback and requests, guys, it means so much!