Martha was bundled up tightly as she watched the snow fall. She had a few wishes at the moment as she watched the snowflakes pile up on the ground. One was to be back home in her nice warm home of Mount Vernon. Another was that her husband would be back from his trip to get more supplies for the camp they were in. She was starting to see why he always complained in letters to her about the amount of food they had. The last was that most of the soldiers she knew hadn't gone with him. She only knew two personally besides Washington, but Lafayette and Hamilton could be good company if they tried. 

She sighed a bit, wrapping the blanket around her tightly. It seemed to have gotten colder in the tent she was sitting in. It was the head tent where everyone's favorite general slept. Of course she shared it with him. He was her husband after all. 

She turned around quickly when she heard a foot step behind her. Standing in the entry of the tent was two British soldiers. They glared at her, standing up a little straighter. 

"Excuse me miss, we are looking for General George Washington," the one on the left said. She crossed her arms, looking at them. 

"He's not here. Can I, Lady Washington, take a message for you?" she asked, clearly not meaning it. She had backed up into the desk to make herself seem like a scared child. 

"You are his wife?" the one on the right asked. 

"Yes. I'm Martha Washington. I always spend the winter with him and his troops. Why?" 

"You know, if we bring her into custody, we could break his spirits and the whole troops," leftie told the right one. "I mean she seems to be very important to him." 

"Let's." 

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Washington walked into camp, frowning a bit when he saw his men on the ground out cold. It looked like it had been a struggle around his own camp. 

"That's weird," Hamilton mumbled from his left. Washington looked where the struggle took place, going wide eyed when he saw where the men had been headed. 

"Cheek the others," he told Lafayette and Hamilton, rushing off to his own tent. He was prying to God that his wife was alright. She had to be alright. He couldn't stand to think she was being wrapped up in a war she didn't really want to be a part of. He couldn't lose her, he just couldn't. 

"Martha!" Washington called, opening his tent. He blinked at the sight in front of him. 

Martha was sitting in a chair, sipping a cup of tea. Her feet were resting on two red coats that had been tied up and gagged. The two men looked up with fear in their eyes, seeming to be begging the general to let them go. Martha smiled when she saw her husband, standing up and walking over to him, wrapping her arms around him. 

"Hi dear," she giggled. "I thought you were going to leave me alone to fight the whole war for you!" 

"Mon ami, what is going-" Lafayette stopped when he walked in and saw the British officers, Hamilton following close behind. 

"Holy shit," he whispered under his breath. 

"Martha dear did you-" 

"Yes I did! They wanted to take me away from you and I was not about to be dragged away like some criminal. So I simply showed them what happens when you mess with a Washington." She giggled a bit, kissing his cheek. "Now let's go see what you got. I want to make you all a nice supper after all!" 

The three men watched in awe as Mrs. Washington skipped out of the tent over to the supplies. Hamilton and Lafayette shared a look as Washington smiled a bit. 

"Your wife is scarier than you sir," Hamilton told him. 

"Oui, she is." 

"She really is. That's why I love my favorite fighting woman."