Sweet Polly Oliver and the Tomcat Chapter 24

I do not own Hamilton: An American Musical or any of its characters or the song "Sweet Polly Oliver"

To My Dearest, Maria,

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day. I trust you'll understand the reference to a Scottish tragedy without my having to name the play. Such is seems to be the path my life has chosen to take. I find myself sitting on the sidelines once again, finding my entertainment in the interactions of my military cohorts. So much so to where I feel as if I am watching a play of the great William Shakespeare.

Everyone seems to have been given a role. As time passes, I see that mine is no different than that of the three hags foretelling the story of Macbeth. Each witch spoke of different warnings, but at the same interval. In a strange and ironic way, I find myself sympathizing with their plight. After all, one who holds the future in their mind, can never truly find peace with the world. The good takes all the joy of surprise out of life, as the bad brings out the need to hear the positives.

And yet, this seems to be the role I am given in this army. I have to endure working with different soldiers in order to battle for this nation's freedom. Each and every time I seem to present a different warning to them, wondering if they will actually listen and follow the advice I give. Alas dear Maria, I cannot amend the problems of the world. I can only do so much with my limited, yet vast, influence. There will always be those who follow their own paths, ignoring the warnings laid out for them.

Lately, that seems to be the way of the army. It brings me no great joy to know that there are those who wish to forge their own terms concerning the war. Men like Alexander Hamilton, Charles Lee and Benedict Arnold seem to hold my attention, but not in a positive light.

Charles Lee feels as if he can do our responsibilities better than us. He talks about grandiose ventures and his vision for the future of this nation. However, his actions speak louder than his words. I actually have yet to see the man prove his worth and his been a solider for longer than some of the recruits. Honestly, I have no idea how the rest of the soldiers tolerate his lack of humbleness. One can only wonder just how he has made it this far without serious injury, both in mind and body. If I did not know any better, I might think that the weather is finally getting to his head. Not like that wouldn't be the sole thing going to his head.

Then there's Benedict Arnold, a general of merit as high as the commander himself. I admire him for his honors, but I fear that it's those very same honors that could drive a bridge between himself and this army. I have no doubt that he wishes to succeed, but I wonder just what he might do in order to achieve that success. I fear that he may be retracting himself from this cause, to the point where it's deluding the purpose of engaging in battle in the first place. Always wanting to argue with someone, viewing his ways as the more superior and knowing that his status can allow for him to achieve just about anything. In some ways, he reminds me of Uncle Richard. Because of this, at times I find it difficult to share the same space as the man. But on the other hand, the commander seems to trust.

However, I will confess that the two of them are not as difficult to handle as the main instigator. Hamilton… I doubt just one sentence could describe him as a person. However, I will attempt to perform such a seemingly impossible task.

I think Hamilton is Macbeth, and ambition is his folly, he's a polymath, a pain in the ass, a massive pain.

Not exactly my best work, but I have to make do with what I have. If wasn't for the other soldiers and my duties, I probably would've slipped into the madness of Lady Macbeth. But I cannot distract myself with such matters. After all, there are still people who take my advice and head my warnings. Thus brings us to the other characters of our play.

John André is Banquo, Washington's Macduff, and Birnam Wood is the Continental Army on its way to Dunsinane. One can only wonder just where their stories will take them, but I do find myself fortunate to be able to witness and be a part of them.

Just as I consider myself fortunate to be a part of your story dear Maria. I hope I will be able to see you and our families soon. I find myself longing to see the garden my grandmother left behind, to embrace my beloved parents, to sing songs of merriment with my sisters and to take your delicate hand into mine once again.

But I fear that it may be sometime before that can happen. The weather will soon be coming, I feel the breeze getting colder and colder with each day. It won't be long now before the snow decorates this lush land of green. This winter proves to be a rather difficult one, especially for the morale of my men. I can only hope that I perform my duties correctly for their sakes.

In the meantime, General Arnold and the commander are once again at each other's throats concerning battle tactics. In other words, I hope this letter will be enough for you until we should meet again my dearest Maria. So for now, I have my memories of that other world to bring my comfort.

Truly yours,

Elijah Schuyler

No matter how many times she read the letter, it never ceased to fill her heart with joy. Just looking at Eliza's handwriting was enough to sweep her off her feet. She had received the papers nearly two weeks ago, but she treasured it very much. Mostly because Eliza rarely had time to simply sit down and write to anyone anymore. The Schuyler family and her didn't fault her for that, but it still didn't make matters any easier for them. They worried for her, about her safety and sanity.

Mr. Schuyler had often told them stories of fellow soldiers being driven mad by the war. Sometimes it was simply because of the carnage they saw, other times it was the feelings of helplessness and hopelessness, and other times it over missing their loved ones and lives back at home.

Maria missed Eliza, there was no way to avoid that truth. And she was more than quick to write back to the disguised solider. She was sure the rest of the Schuyler family did the same since they had received their letters as well.

In the end, Maria and Eliza shared one common thought about the other. Deep in their hearts, they sang a song of longing and the reality of being so far away from a loved person.

"And there you are, a world away.

Do you have to live a world away?

Thoughts of you subside, then I get another letter… I cannot put the notion away."

Maria let out a small sigh, she hugged the letter close to her person as her body performed a small twirl. The folds of her dress danced with her as she did so. She could feel a small hint of blush decorate her face once she stopped twirled. She looked at the letter once again, careful to not bend it or tear it in anyway. She gazed lovingly at the familiar words that could only belong to Eliza, her secret companion and first romance. Albeit it wasn't obvious, at least she hoped it wasn't.

However, with this letter, she was beginning to wonder if her disguised twin had reciprocated any feelings. There were subtle hints of another emotion hidden in the words. Ones she was sure only she could recognize. The blushed remained as she spoke the deep feelings of her heart.

"In a letter I received from you two weeks ago, I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase."

She hugged the letter closely once again, almost as if to guard it from the rest of the world. Then she turned away and held it out for her to see once again. Honestly, if one hadn't known any better, they would've thought that Maria had just received a courtship letter from a potential suitor.

"It changed the meaning."

She thought about Eliza as she went over every trace and detail of the letter. They were remnants of the woman she longed for and loved more than life itself

"Did you intend this?" she asked, not expecting an answer of any kind. "One stroke and you've consumed my waking days."

Maria Lewis caressed the words of the very first sentence, the one that contained her name and her title.

"It says:"

"My dearest Maria"

"With a comma after dearest," she whispered. "You've written…"

"My dearest, Maria."

She leaned her face into a hand as the other held the letter. A smile adorned her face, one that matched the blush she heart skipped many beats, her body was unsure if she was dead or alive at this point. But in reality, Maria never felt more alive than in that moment. Gestures like this only cemented the infatuation Maria held for Eliza, and the bond Eliza shared with her. This was something she wouldn't trade for the world.

She was so lost in her own world that she was caught off guard by the knock at the door. She let out a startled gasp once she realized where she was. She quickly folded the letter back into its place and sealed it to the best of her ability. She then composed herself since she was not in proper clothing.

"W-who is it?" she asked.

She was greeted by the sounds of a familiar voice.

"It's James."

Despite not being ready, she couldn't help but smile over who it was. Lately, James had made himself at home in her household. He would often visit her whenever he was finished with his profession. Her parents had grown quite fond of him and were happy with the idea that Maria had found someone special. And so, she fixed her dress and combed her hair quickly before opening the door. She was greeted by the sight of James in his work uniform, and in his hands was a small bouquet of flowers. Hand-picked to be exact, a little wilted from the upcoming winter, but never the less, the gesture made Maria feel special.

"James," she greeted. "Hello."

"Hello my lovely, can I come in?"

She nodded and gestured for him to do so. Immediately, James removed his coat and some of his extra layers along with his hat, and placed them on the couch of her room. He then bowed before her, flowers in hand as he did so.

"For you my darling," he said.

Maria let out a small giggle as she accepted the gift. She brought them close to her face, their perfume made her shiver with excitement. Her beat repeated the same fashion as before, but it was noticeably not as strong. But she ignored that fact, she had something good here and she wouldn't give it away.

"Thank you James, they're beautiful," she commented. "I'll be sure to put them in some water before the end of today."

James seemed satisfied with that answer as he took a sit on that very same couch as before. He let out a relaxed sigh as he allowed himself to stretch his muscles. Working all day in the cold certainly did a number on the man, which only made Maria appreciate him even more. She gently placed the flowers on her desk before making her way to his side. She then took the liberty to give the man a massage, something he really seemed to enjoy. He let out a deep moan as the woman's hands glided across his shoulders, making sure to dig deep into the muscles.

"How was your day today James?" she asked.

James let out a frustrated sigh as he rubbed his forehead.

"Terrible, boss put me in charge of training new men," he complained. "You try dealing with a group of youngins who can't even lifted a single pillar of wood. All the while trying to protect your ass from freezing off."

Maria chuckled again.

"Oh I can only imagine, my father has a similar profession. I recall all the times my mother would have to tend to his aches and wounds… scars of battle as she would call it."

"Scars of battle huh? I guess so," he said as he leaned more into her hands. "Well, it seems like you've inherited your mother's skillful fingers."

Maria smiled as she continued her ministrations. Several minutes went by with them continuing their idle conversation. James went on and on about his day, complaining about his work and the other people he worked with, and how he longed to see her again. All the while, Maria could comment here and there, but she just listened. But suddenly James stopped speaking when he caught sight of something sticking out on her desk.

"What's that?" he questioned as he pointed to the foreign object.

Maria looked to where he was gesturing and immediately an embarrassed look spread across her face. She quickly did her best to deter his attention from the letter as she waved it off.

"Oh, it's a letter from a friend of mine," she stated.

"A letter?" James asked. "A friend? What friend?"

Maria had only spoken so much about her hidden life. She never gave away the secret Eliza and her shared, but she did give him some details about their friendship. Besides, she had spoken of her mother's profession before. It was difficult not to bring up which family she worked for, especially when her mother had so many friends from the higher status of society.

"You know how my mother serves the Schuyler family?"

"I recall you mentioning the subject," he commented.

"Well, she's been with them for years now, long before Mrs. Schuyler was pregnant with her children. As a result, she came to care for them as well when they came along. I grew with them James, The Schuyler sisters and their brother are my closest friends," she explained. "Their brother is a solider, and he's away at the moment. Just recently he sent a letter to his family members and I, letting us know that he is well."

It was then that James dismissed herself from her hold and walked over to the desk. Maria panicked a little, even though Eliza didn't give anything away in her words, she still couldn't risk it. But before she could stop him, it was already too late. James lifted the letter and read aloud some of the sentences to himself. Maria tried to take the letter away, but James would dodge her and continue to read to himself. Her efforts were in vain as James had finished reading every single detail of the writings. A neutral expression adorned his face as he didn't bother to stop Maria anymore, and she took the opportunity to retrieve her latest treasure.

"James, that wasn't called for," she whined, although she wasn't angry, just annoyed.

But he seemed to dismiss her opinions as he gestured to the object.

"He's awfully chummy with you isn't he?"

Her annoyance was replaced with puzzlement. The Reynolds man gave her an expected look, almost as if he was waiting for an answer of some sort.

"James, Elijah is a dear friend of mine," she argued. "I worry for his safety-"

"And you don't worry for mine?" he interrupted.

Once again, Maria was confused. What was he implying? This wasn't a side of James she had seen before. Why would he get so worked up over having a friend? Then again, Maria never really talked that much about her friends. Simply because she didn't really have a lot of them. Which is why she never felt the need to bring it up in a conversation before. And from what she could tell, James didn't seem to have many people in his social circle either. Perhaps that was one of the things that drew her to him. But she had never thought that it the topic would've brought any issues, especially since they both seemed to be in the same boat when it came to socializing with others.

However, James didn't seem to feel the same way.

"W-what?"

That's when he rushed over to her, in a manner that cause her to gasp. But he wasn't done yet, he caught one of her wrists in a tightening and bruising grip. She winced a little as a result, James was a very sturdy man. His years of working at the docks certainly shaped his person. But right now, Maria wasn't admiring that fact. Instead, she was somewhat fearful of it now. Something she had never experienced before with this man. And she was almost questioning whether or not they were the same person. He leaned closer to her, his eyes filled with frustration and a hint of anger.

"Don't you worry for my safety as well?" he reiterated. "I work just as hard as any solider. I break my back daily bending over to lift heavy weights, to the point where my legs feel as if they're made out of lead. My fingers are so callused that I can barely feel anything at times and you're saying you don't worry for my safety?"

Maria's eyes widened in horror over what James was implying.

"That's not true James, I worry for you too. I know how hard you work, I've seen it time and time again," she assured. "You're a hardworking man, I'm so lucky to love someone like you."

James just stared at her for several seconds before a pleased look spread across his face.

"Of course you do, I don't know why I thought otherwise," he replied.

He slowly let go of her wrist, he started to rub it gently. The small gesture comforted Maria, but she was still wary of the man. And he seemed to notice that as well, he continued his ministrations. He bowed his head down in shame.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't know what came over me," James stated. "It's just that I thought you might care for this Elijah Schuyler more than me, even though I work just as hard as he does. And I've been frustrated with said work lately, I didn't mean to take it out on you."

Maria's eyes softened and sympathy replaced her terror. She put the letter down and took his hands into hers. This was the James she had fallen for, and she felt awful for looking at him in such a negative manner.

"No I'm sorry too James, I know how hard you work for this nation too. I shouldn't have downplayed your efforts when it comes to the economy. It's just that I know you have a better chance at coming home than Elijah does," she explained. "And the thought of you suffering from a tragic fate such a death frightens me James."

She placed a gentle hand on his face.

"I do know what I would do if I lost you, you mean more to me than anyone else in this world."

That wasn't entirely true, but she didn't want to provoke the situation any more than she had already done. James seemed to understand as he leaned his face into her hand.

"Me too Maria," he said. "Me too."

With that he took her into an embrace, and she returned it fully. She could feel their heart beats become in tuned with one another. She allowed herself to relax into his hold and he caressed her curls and back.

Maria just was happy that they managed to work it out. She supposed all couples went through their misunderstandings at times, she knew her parents did. She should've know better than to expect nothing but perfection from him. After all, she wasn't perfect either, she was lying to him about her second life. She was sure there were things about James she had yet to know about or that he kept secret. And so, she felt as if he deserved for her to be more understanding about his life.

But still, despite thinking of it in that manner, Maria just couldn't ignore the blackish mark left by James's hand on her wrist.

Eliza read through the familiar words that could only belong to Maria Lewis. And each time she did so, she couldn't help but smile. She had received responses from all of her recipients, but she out of all of them, she favored Maria's. Not that she didn't appreciate the others, but there was something about Maria's words that seemed to resonate with her even more. Perhaps it was the bond they shared as "twins" or maybe it was because of their long and complicated history with one another.

Whatever the case may be, there was nothing Eliza loved more than reading and seeing Maria's words.

My dearest Elijah,

You must get through to Arnold, sit down with him and compromise. Don't stop 'til you agree.

Your favorite friend and honorary sister Maria, reminds you that there's someone in your corner all the way here in the world of civilians. I must say that I find your comparisons to be very amusing. At least you get to watch a play without fear of compensation. I have to travel and compensate to see the theater here in the city.

And speaking of the city, it seems to be split on the war efforts. Some preach the words of the king while others continue to voice support to our troops. Needless to say you have us at your side. I cannot imagine the turmoil you have experienced when it comes to listening to the different sides of battle. It can be difficult to be the peacekeeper of everyone around you, especially when they look to you for advice and guidance. Rest assured dear Elijah, you are correct when to state that there will always be people to oppose and support you.

Just know that we are the ones who will always support you. Our families have prayed for your safe return every night, as have I.

I cannot lie Elijah. I long for your presence as well, my dear solider. Nothing would give me great pleasure than to embrace you and take your face into my hands as I shower my affections onto you. But I know that requesting you back now, you simply be selfish of me. As much as I want you here by my side, I know that you are needed elsewhere.

For as long as I can remember, you have always been my guard Eliza. Ever since we were children, you always made sure that I was cared for. You looked after me, even thought I was the elder of the two. You adored me in a different way compared to my parents and your family. It was something I have never felt before, and something I'm sure I will never feel again.

You were like that with everyone, always putting others needs before your own. Both before and after your secret transformation. It came as no surprise to me when you actually enlisted in the army. Even now, you think of others before yourself. You became a guard to more than just one person, you became a solider for this nation. You are protecting many people with your efforts.

And that is why you must stay there. I will not be so selfish than to take you away from your calling and ask you to stop using the God given talents you have. Once again, I find that you are protecting me. Even though I'm not the only one this time. I appreciate your existence Eliza, as I know many others do as well.

Being a guard is not your only talent Eliza, but being a mediator as well. You have always been a peacekeeper at heart and your kindness to others reflects that. It is something you inherited from your late grandmother, you can apply that talent to your military predicaments. You must be the voice of reason in a crowd full of honor obsessed men. Show them a different perspective, one only you can understand and bring to them.

After all, you're the embodiment of both genders. You have the status of a man, and the spirit of a woman. Never let anyone convince you otherwise, even if they aren't aware of the entirety of your situation. Also, never forget that you will always hold a special place in my heart and that you will always have me by your side, even when we are so far apart.

I await your next letter my dear Elijah, I look forward to seeing your handwriting and reading the words created with said handwriting.

Sincerely yours,

Maria Lewis

Eliza let out a contented sigh as she held the letter over her heart. She could swear that she smelled Maria's perfume in the air as she did so. Her everlasting sweetness captured her in a web of enthrallment, one that could be matched like no other. Not even John André, with all of his glory, could match the standards of Maria. But then again, Maria couldn't match the standards of André either. They were both held in high, yet, different regards.

But they both shared one thing in common… and that was the fact that no matter how hard she tried, she could never reach them. They could never be the ones to hold her body, and yet they seemed to possess her heart. However, that didn't mean that she couldn't admire them from afar… no matter how much that hurt her in the long run.

"That's quite a dreamy look General," a familiar voice remarked.

Eliza was snapped back to reality at the sound of that voice. Immediately, she put the letter away and turned to see the source of that voice. Her expression turned to an annoyed one at the sight of a familiar tomcat. His face shined with an amused look on his face with his arms crossed in a comical fashion. Nothing would've pleased Eliza more than to smack that smug look off his face at the moment. But she was not one to use violence as a first resort. And so, she remained composed as she made sure the letter was securely tucked into her desk. She then turned her attention back to the man known as Alexander Hamilton.

"Hamilton," she greeted. "It's rather rude to enter one's space without warning. Haven't I taught you better than that?"

Alexander rolled his eyes a little at the mention of such a courtesy. Granted, it wasn't something he always remembered to do. But he couldn't deny that it had led him to some interesting encounters. And he knew that's exactly what the general was implying. She wasn't just talking about this instance but the former as well. The time he walked in on her with her true gender revealed. While, that hadn't been his intention, he still felt somewhat guilty over that matter. But still, what could he do at this point besides keep his promise to the general and his commander.

Besides, it wasn't even the fact that she was a woman that affected him. Rather it was the idea that she had lied about it. He knew that was irrational annoyance seeing as how she had no choice over the matter, but it still annoyed him nevertheless. It probably stemmed from the fact that Alexander was a man that preferred to know everything about everyone. He liked to read people and Elijah Schuyler seemed to be the only exception to that talent. And now he understood why.

But despite knowing the truth, he found that he still couldn't read her. That was enough for him to obsess over her, every detail about the woman seemed to captivate him in a way others had failed to do. This applied to be men and women.

"Yes, you have," he said. "But I find it rather troublesome."

Eliza cocked an eyebrow in annoyance and puzzlement.

"We both know that's a lie Hamilton," she said. "You simply find a twisted pleasure in infuriating me."

Alexander gave her a shrug of the shoulders, acting as if he didn't know what she meant. But deep down, he took some delight in that fact. He knew that at least he was succeeding in leaving a mark on this woman, if he hadn't before.

"You wound me with your assumptions General Schuyler," he replied. "Especially when I came here to retrieve you."

That's when Eliza cocked an eyebrow in surprise.

"Retrieve me?" she questioned.

Alexander simply nodded and gestured to the outside of the tent.

"Yes, his Excellency would like to speak to you," he stated and then his expression filled with disgust. "Along with that backstabber Arnold… and your associate André."

Eliza didn't even bother to correct Alexander when it came to her fellow general once she heard André's name. Immediately, a look of longing appeared on her face as she did her best to fix her appearance. She made sure every strand of hair was tied back, her cravat shirt and breeches had to be free of wrinkles as her waistcoat was as tight as can be. Stockings were pulled high as ever as her boots were firmly in place. Not a single muddy print or stain of any kind appeared on her person. With that all settled, Eliza placed the finishing touch, and that was her coat.

As she did so, she didn't notice the pair of eyes watching her every move. Alexander stood by the tent's opening, lost in thought, as he watched the woman fix her appearance. She paid attention to every single detail, not was left out. He found himself getting lost and becoming captivated with the simplest of movements she performed. Had he been an artist in another life, he would've wanted her as a muse. That's when Eliza turned her attention back to him, her expression looked annoyed now.

"Is there something I can assist you with Hamilton?"

That was when Alexander widened his eyes a little, he had been caught in his observations. But the tomcat was known for getting himself out of tricky situations, and so he played it off.

"Who me?" he asked. "Not at all General Schuyler."

Alexander couldn't help but smirk at Eliza's unamused look. As he stated before, there was nothing he would have wanted at this point than to be a thorn in this woman's side. And he seemed to be successful as Eliza just disregarded him as she placed her sword by her side. She looked ready to go.

"Well then Hamilton, will you see me to the commander's tent?"

At that the tomcat bowed and held the tent opened for her. It was almost as if he was preparing her debut into the outside world. Memories of her debut as Elijah Schuyler flooded her mind as she recalled the doors opening for her arrival. She felt very nostalgic over the feeling she was experiencing at the moment, but she quickly dismissed it as Alexander spoke yet again to her.

"With pleasure my general."

Eliza looked at him with an even more annoyed expression, as if it wasn't possible before. She gave him a shake of her head as she walked towards the opening, she skipped past him in doing so. And Alexander relished in the feeling of victory as he followed her lead. Soon the two of them entered into the outside world. The sight of soldiers training, cleaning their weapons, writing letters and chatting with other soldiers greeted them. They made their way through the soldiers, most of them saluted her along the way. And Eliza couldn't help but notice that whenever someone did that, Alexander's expression would sour a little. But Eliza just brushed it off as one of Alexander's silent tantrums. She didn't have time to play the tomcat's game, she had duties to attend to. Soon, they had reached the commander's tent.

"Commander," Eliza addressed. "It is I, General Elijah Schuyler with your right hand man, Alexander Hamilton."

"Come in."

Eliza did as she was ordered and within seconds both she and Alexander were in the compounds of their leader. And he wasn't the only one. Alexander had been correct when he said that both General Arnold and André were there. While she wasn't exactly thrilled to encounter the general yet again, she was happy to see her dear friend. She gave him a small smile, hoping that he was would see the gesture. And he did as he looked at her in the same way. The two friends simply stared at one another for several seconds, but it felt like an eternity for the disguised woman. Just the sight of John André was enough to make her feel so helpless.

This silent interaction didn't go unnoticed by a pair of tomcat eyes. Alexander took note of it, and he couldn't help but be captivated it. It was then that Alexander recalled the two's previous encounters. He remembered how Eliza had stared longingly at the man, and how the solider seemed to reciprocate such feelings by offering intimate gestures of friendship. They were close, and now that Alexander knew the truth, he had a better understanding of why the general felt the way she did.

It all made sense now. Elijah Schuyler had never existed to begin with, only Elizabeth Schuyler. The general did not love John André as Elijah Schuyler, but rather as Eliza Schuyler. What she felt towards the man were feelings of romance that only a woman could feel towards the opposite sex.

It was then that Alexander felt as if he had found another piece of the puzzle that was Elizabeth Schuyler. It only made him even more eager to solve it. And strangely enough, Alexander found himself becoming a little envious of it. This young solider seemed to plague every thought of the woman whenever he was around. Even the very sound of his name being mentioned was enough to send into a silent frenzy of emotions. He could only imagine what was going through her head at the moment, but one thing was for certain, it wasn't him.

Rather it was the young solider by the name of John André. And for that, he felt his heart beat harder at the unfairness of it all. This woman had plagued his every waking and sleeping thought lately, and yet he was most certain it wasn't the same for her.

How unfair it was indeed. He wondered if all of his previous courtships had felt such a way whenever he was forced to part with them. He supposed, in a way, this was some form of retribution from a higher power.

And for now, he would be forced to endure as there were more important matters at hand.

"So good of you to join us General Schuyler," Washington greeted. "I trust that Hamilton presented himself in an appropriate matter to you."

Eliza gave him a playful look, understanding the subtle hint.

"Of course," she answered. "Even I am capable of taming the wildest of tomcats Commander."

Despite being behind her, Eliza could feel the sharp glare he had to be giving her. And her assumptions were soon proven to be correct as said tomcat made his way over to their leader. The glare never leaving his face as he did so, but Eliza simply gave him an innocent look. But then his glare moved from her to the other general in the room. Eliza looked in that direction to see General Arnold staring frustratingly at the maps before him, along with gripping a handful of letters in one hand. All the while, André seemed a little uncomfortable with the current situation. Eliza couldn't blame him. While André supported General Arnold in every way possible, he still voiced his concerns about him to her in his writings.

Eliza had recommended time and time again to ask for a transfer of some sort. But André was adamant on staying under Arnold's command. He stated that he working with the general would allow for him to acquire the high honors he needed to gain his future in-laws approval. That's what it all seemed to boil down to in the long run. Arnold wasn't the only one André would capture the stars for, but for Honora Sneyd as well. He went through a lot for the both of them, that was something Eliza had to admire despite the predicaments he was in when it came to the two subjects.

And so, Eliza came to the conclusion that she would just have to support André in any way possible. That's when a certain commanding voice interrupted her thoughts.

"If we get back to business Commander," Arnold stated as he gestured to the papers before them.

Washington let out a frustrated sigh before nodding.

"Yes, let us," he replied and then he turned to her. "General Schuyler, before your arrival, General Arnold and I were going over our next course of action."

"I see," she replied. "And have we discussed every possible outcome and play?"

That's when André spoke up.

"We have, but unfortunately our two leaders here have some disagreements over the matter."

Eliza's expression remained neutral, not at all surprised over that fact. And this didn't go unnoticed by Arnold.

"You don't seem to care General Schuyler," he commented.

That's when Eliza moved closer to the battle table that sat between the two sides. She stayed at the front of the table, avoiding the obvious line in the sand. Instead, she knew that she had to play her cards right if she hoped to help this nation.

"No General Arnold, it is not a matter of not caring," she said. "Rather it's matter of not being surprised anymore. It would honestly be more worrisome if there was some sort of agreement between you two at this point."

Despite the matter at hand, Washington gave her a reassuring smile as Alexander did his best to stifle a laugh. Even André looked amused, but he kept silent for the sake of his general. Arnold, on the other hand, was not pleased.

"Joke all you want General Schuyler, but debates are no laughing matter. Especially when our enemies are out there, winning against us. And laughing at us while sipping their cups of tea!" he exclaimed with a sharp punch to the table. "The very same tea we have been forced to pay taxes for!"

In his action, he managed to knock over some of the papers along with some other supplies, but no one took action to collect them. Instead, Eliza gave him a scolding look as she gently placed a hand on the table. Her grip was firm as she stared at the man inventively.

"General Arnold," she addressed, her tone held no hints of humor. "You are a general of high regard. And despite the current situation at hand, such actions do not become you or your honors."

She then leaned backward, her expression unwavering as she did so.

"So please, let us work together to resolve this issue."

Washington and André looked proud over her actions, as Arnold seemed to be stewing in embarrassment and shame. But Alexander's eyes widened with amusement, and he sent a quick smirk her way. Although she didn't seem to notice it as she gestured to the maps before her.

"Now what seems to be the problem?"

That's when her dear friend spoke yet again.

"Commander Washington wants to attack," he stated. "But not the British themselves. Rather the Hessians, apparently they've stationed a camp in New Jersey."

Hessians, Eliza had heard that name before. In the letters she had received from her family, they had mentioned in somewhere along the lines. And from what she could recall, they were a group of Germans that aligned themselves with the British. Therefore, they were an enemy to them. Hearing what André said, it puzzled Eliza. If that was the case, then why would Arnold put up such a fight? No matter what they did, they would be weakening the British's army.

"Is that true Commander?" she asked.

He nodded.

"It is true," he answered. "It saddens me to admit that we haven't had much luck here General Schuyler, time after time again we've found ourselves on the losing side of battle. So much so that I have been forced to call a retreat to New Jersey. Most of my army can be found there, along with General Arnold's army and others. I've been hoping that in doing so, we will prevent more loses."

Arnold let out an annoyed grunt as he shook his head his disapproval.

"You wouldn't have to do so if you had followed my lead and allow for us to attack the British directly!"

That's when the last person in the tent spoke, none other than the tomcat himself. He glared at Arnold as he pointed to the man, a rude gesture in high society. But then again, what did she expect from him at this point?

"Listening to you would've cost us more men and supplies!" he argued. "We're desperate enough as it what with Congress not providing more needed material! What else do we need to lose in order for you to see reason?"

"Enough!" Washington exclaimed.

Silence filled the tent, with each side simply staring at one another, as if daring for one of them to make a move. But unsurprisingly, it was Washington who interrupted the silence he created.

"This is not a schoolyard, we are not children! We are soldiers in the Continental Army, chosen to defend this nation. We are fighting for the freedom of not just us, but for future generations to come," he stated. "Do not make a mockery of that fact."

Arnold and Alexander let out a silent growl before turning away from each other. That's when Washington turned his attention back to her.

"As I was saying, and as Major André pointed out, the Hessians, a well-known ally to the British, are stationed in New Jersey as well. More specifically a town called Trenton."

Eliza nodded her head as she contemplated his words before responding.

"And you think by attacking the Hessians, you will weaken the British army?"

"That is my intention," Washington said. "My plan involves us traveling to Trenton, New Jersey. There, we will silently ambush the Hessians and secure a victory for the Americans. Once we've completed our task there, we will head to Princeton, New Jersey and attack the British forces head on."

That's when Arnold spoke again, although his tone sounded much calmer than before. But there was still a hint of defiance that could be heard. And Alexander seemed to notice this as he appeared on the defensive. His appearance resembled that of a cat, which was very fitting given his title.

"It all sounds so simple, but you're forgetting that there's the matter of crossing the Delaware River in order to achieve the success you boast about Commander," he stated. "Rather than attacking the Hessians, we should be focusing our efforts on attacking the British in Princeton instead. You talk about not wasting resources but that's exactly what you're doing by attacking the smaller foes."

Arnold gave him a shake of his head before waving off the idea as some foolish concept.

"Utter nonsense, we will not reach our goal by simply paying attention to the weaker issue. We send no message to our other foes, we just give them the idea that we're too weak to attack them instead," Arnold argued. "This army has experienced enough humiliation as is Commander, do you really want more on your shoulders."

Washington's eyes narrowed in contemplation, his shoulders drooped a little as well as thoughts seemed to be racing through his mind. Eliza realized that she was witnessing a battle of both heart and mind at the moment. Two opposites fighting against one another for the same goal of achieving dominance. Frankly, she couldn't blame Washington for being at a crossroads. This was one of the most frustrating aspects of being a part of something as big as an army. It was something she had to learn the hard way as well.

What seemed like an eternity passed before André interjected once again.

"I understand your intentions Commander Washington, but you cannot deny that General Arnold does speak some truth. Congress has provided us with so little to win this war, to the point where every single grain of bread and every single bullet is necessary," he explained. "And if that's the case, then why waste any single one of them on unnecessary foes? The Hessians only make up a small portion of the British army, not to mention that they aren't are primary concern. They are not our key enemies."

Arnold nodded in approval towards his solider, clearly pleased with his words. But that didn't satisfy the opposing side, especially Alexander. However, instead of using his loud argumentative voice, he chose the same calm approach as André. Although his body language spoke of an opposing nature. It was this sudden change in tactic that caught Eliza's attention, and she chose to carefully observe the wayward solider.

"You misunderstand the intention Major André. His Excellency is aware of how pertinent it is to keep as many resources as necessary at hand, but this is the best course of action for this army to take now," Alexander remarked. "Our main goal is to weaken the British army, and by getting rid of some of our enemies, we stand a chance to fight the actual foe."

That's when Alexander picked up the strays papers that had fallen on the ground. He arranged them in a neat pile before pulling out a specific map. He laid it out for all to see, and Eliza immediately saw several marking on said map. That certainly caught everyone's attention, but Alexander and Washington looked rather sure of themselves as Alexander gestured to the markings.

"You see these here? Do you know what they are?" he asked.

Arnold and André gave each other puzzled looks, but Eliza seemed amused as her lip curled a bit.

"These are potential resources that the British will most likely target at some point. His Excellency wants to destroy them before they can do so. Not only will we be fighting the Hessians, but we will also be getting rid of their materials. Both tasks will succeed in weakening the British army as a whole," he added. "In doing so, we will halt more British attempts at seizing our lands and properties. The delay will give us more time to recuperate and think of a further plan of action. Not to mention that it will give us more time in collecting any more available resources."

"Such as?" André questioned.

Alexander seemed to be waiting for such a question as a proud smile spread across his face as he motioned to another part of the map. He pointed to a country that was an ocean away from here. And it was then that Eliza realized what he was implying.

"I'm sure the both of you haven't forgotten how one of our most prominent soldiers is none other than the Marquis de Lafayette," he stated. "He's taken to writing letters to his home country, hoping to gather more materials and supplies to bring here. If he manages to convince the French government to lend their aid, then we stand a greater chance at winning this war quicker."

Alexander looked so determined, it shined in his expression. And Eliza found herself becoming captivated with the aura he was emitting. She knew first hand that the tomcat possessed a certain charisma held by no other. And while she would never admit that she fell under his spell of enchantment like other people did, her body seemed to tell her otherwise as her heart skipped several beats just by watching him in his natural state of argument. Although she would never admit that it anyone, not even on her deathbed would she ever utter such a confession.

That's when the tomcat turned his gaze by to the wayward general. A wayward solider arguing with a wayward general, she found that to be both ironic and amusing.

"We will become those bigger foes. We will be unstoppable against the minimizing British forces," he declared. "And it's as you said General Arnold, we have minimal supplies. So why not use that little amount for the bigger foes, who will become smaller foes in the long run after performing such actions?"

Eliza listened to Alexander's words and she could not deny that there was truth to them as well. As much as she wanted to agree with her dear childhood friend, she simply couldn't be bias in times such as this. Being a general required her to listen to all sides before making a final decision. That's when she decided that it was her time to speak on the matter.

"And say that you went ahead with this plan," she interjected. "Who would be in charge of running such an escapade? With all due respect Commander, but I don't have to remind you that some of these resources are located on British seized lands. Trespassing on enemy property isn't exactly an easy task for just any shoulder."

She crossed her arms as she looked at her commander, who always made time for her.

"Should you create a task force for such a purpose, they would have to be soldiers specifically trained in the art of camouflage and secrecy."

Arnold seemed to be impressed with her choice of words as he gave her a simple nod of the head.

"The young Schuyler speaks the truth," he responded. "Just where would you find such a group of men?"

Eliza shouldn't have been surprised when Alexander turned to her and gave her the answers she needed. After knowing the tomcat for some time, she had come to know how he operated when it came to discussion and argument. Alexander had a natural talent for having the answers for just about anything and everything.

"That's where two personal friends of mine come in," he stated. "And you should be quite familiar with them General Schuyler. After all, you had a hand in personally approving their enlistment in this army."

Eliza cocked an eyebrow in amusement.

"Did I now?"

Alexander nodded.

"Indeed, Colonel John Laurens and our most trusty spy, Hercules Mulligan."

Eliza let out a small chuckle as she placed a hand over her face, only her fingers really touching the surface rather than the whole palm itself.

"I see," she answered. "Well then I suppose I don't have to worry if that's the case."

The sound of a chair knocking over filled the air as Arnold quickly stood up from his spot.

"Excuse me!"

But the sudden action didn't scare or surprise Eliza. She just gave him a small smile as she shook her head.

"I apologize General Arnold, but I feel like my decision has been made on the matter," she stated. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the only reason why I'm here is because we need a third party to help make the final decision on this matter of importance."

She composed herself before looking at her commander and his right hand man. Washington simply gave her a small smile before confirming her purpose with a nod.

"No doubt we have two sides with two votes per each side," she noted. "I can only guess that the commander and Hamilton are in support for this plan, while you, General Arnold, and John are for the opposing side."

Despite the tension, André gave her a guilty look. He looked to be ashamed of himself, but it wasn't because he felt wrong for supporting his leader. Rather, it was because he would be going against his childhood friend by doing so. And Eliza understood that feeling all too well. She couldn't count the times where her decision would clash with his, simply because they were in separate factions under the same command. Often, their letters to one another would voice their support for the other, while perfectly stating their own opinions. Never once, did they force the other to change their minds. Rather, they only asked for them to listen and understand their point of view.

And so, Eliza wouldn't fault André for his actions. He was simply performing a right that everyone should be entitled to: the right to voice their opinions. Eliza found that to be ironic since that's exactly what she hated about Alexander. But she tolerated it when it came to André. She really needed to let go of her biases.

"You're correct in your statements General Schuyler," Arnold said. "But that still doesn't excuse the fact that you are making the wrong decision! If you go down this path, it will be the end of this army as we know it!"

He gestured to the maps.

"Everything you see here. This country, its land, its resources, its people, will be gone," he stated. "Everything will belong to the King and his rule once again! And we will be the laughing stock of an entire nation. We will have to spend the rest of our waking days knowing that we were a part of the losing faction, the ones who thought we could overtake a monarch! Do you have any idea the disgrace that embodies? Have you gone mad General?"

Eliza glared at him, as did Alexander. But she wasn't about to change her mind now.

"I assure you I am perfectly sane General Arnold," she responded. "I have listened to both sides of the argument. I have heard opinions and facts, and I have made my decision based on that knowledge. And it is my opinion that it would be in this nation's best interest to follow the Commander's plan."

She then gestured to the maps and papers before her.

"The two of them are correct about their assumptions. If we weaken the army now, we stand a better chance of fighting the priority in the future. When the pillars are taken down, the rest of the structure will fall," she explained. "We have hidden allies with the French, and I trust the command of Colonel Laurens along with the resourcefulness of Mulligan. If we play our cards right, we will win against our foes, both small and big."

A soldier's purpose in live was to protect and serve. Many good men had lost their lives for that purpose, but they will forever live in honor. Their names will outlast them, and they will sing songs and write books about the losses that brought this nation together. It wasn't about the fame for Eliza, it was about the honor. To her, dying for this nation would be the greatest honor of all.

She didn't want to die, of course. And she certainly didn't want to leave the home and life that was waiting for her on the other side of this war, but if that's what it took for this nation to be free, then she would do it. She would die not just for this nation, but for its people too. She would make sure that her sacrifice wouldn't be in vain because she would go down fighting. She would give her enemies hell before it was her time to go. That was a promise she intended to follow through with. And it was something she needed to make sure the rest of the people knew that fact as well.

"And I don't know about you General Arnold, but I would rather die knowing that I did everything in my power to help this nation win its independence," she declared. "Then live with the idea that I gave up when the opportunity for achieving such a dream presented itself."

Silence filled the tent at the very sound of those statements. No would could utter a word, even if they wanted to. Her tone dripped with nothing but determination and fierceness. It sent shivers down their spines. Never in their lives had any of them ever heard such a tone before. And that's all it took for them to understand that Eliza meant it. But out of all of them, the one it struck a chord with the most was none other than Alexander Hamilton. Despite their tensed relationship, Alexander couldn't help but feel proud of the young general. He had been right about her, there really was more to her than meets the eye. What a man and woman she was indeed. He gave her a proud smirk as he bowed to her.

"Well-spoken General Schuyler," Alexander commented.

The action surprised Eliza, Alexander was not one to compliment others so quickly. Especially those in a higher positon compared to him, but for some reason, she actually felt honored to receive such a compliment. Which is strange because she had never taken his words seriously before, given his personality and nature, but now it felt as if it was best gift she had ever received. It actually was enough to make her face become heated with blush.

But before they could say anything else, Arnold turned to André and began to whisper something to the young major. But it wasn't heard by the rest, all they could see were the actions of the two soldiers. Arnold did the talking as André nodded his head. He didn't utter a word in return, but it was obvious that he was agreeing with the latter. After seconds of whispers and mumbles, Arnold returned his attention back to his audience.

"Very well, that is your decision. And despite what I may think, I will accept it," he stated firmly. "However, that doesn't mean I gave to enjoy it. You all do what you want, and make sure you are more than willing to accept the potential consequences of your choices."

That's when he started to walk towards the opening of the tent, the cold air greeted them as he pulled open the fabric. André followed him as he did so, giving a small wave to Eliza in the process. She was more than quick to return the gesture despite their opposing views separating them once again. But she still did it, because in the end, she cared deeply for this solider. And she only hoped that he cared enough for her to accept her views as well. But before the two of them left, Arnold gave his parting words to them.

"Because when that happens, I will be the first one to remind you of this encounter."

Washington stood his ground as he merely nodded his head.

"And we'll be more than willing to listen to that General Arnold," he replied. "May you have a safe journey back to your camp."

With that, the two were gone. And it was just Eliza, Alexander and Washington now. Once he was sure that they were out of distance, Washington gave out a small sigh as he allowed himself to take a seat. He removed his uniform's hat and rubbed the tension building in his forehead.

"That Arnold," he whispered. "What am I going to do with him?"

Alexander rolled his eyes in response to such a question, he had a few ideas.

"He would make for a good target practice," he commented.

"Alexander!" Washington quickly scolded.

But the tomcat merely gave him a shrug of his shoulders before waving it off.

"It's just a suggestion."

Eliza just gave him an amused look before shaking her head.

"You never cease to amaze me with your blunt nature Hamilton," she remarked.

"It's a talent," he replied.

"Don't I know."

The two of them just stared at one another, brown eyes clashing with a similar pair of brown eyes. A wave of déjà vu swept the two of them, memories of their first encounter in that bar flooded their minds. Once again, the two of them felt connected in a very odd sort of way. The two of them didn't fully realize just how much the other would influence them… to the point where they would question everything they had ever worked for.

They only stopped when Washington cleared his throat. Suddenly the attention was on him, the wise commander fixed his hat before returning it to its rightful place. He then collected the stack of papers and looked through them with observant eyes. His gaze never left them as he spoke to his soldiers, both male and female.

"I thank you for responding to my call General Schuyler," he said. "I honestly don't know how this meeting you've gone had you not been here to offer your presence."

Eliza gave her commander a reassuring smile. She thought about how far their relationship had come since her childhood. She remembered being so small back then, how she barely went pass the commander's waist. Back then, she never would've thought that she would one day serve him under his leadership. There was without a doubt that George Washington was a true inspiration to her, he was one of the reasons why she made that promise. She would give him her all, because that's what he deserved. She could only hope that maybe one day people like Benedict Arnold would see that as well

"You honor me Commander," she replied. "I can safely say that I look forward to seeing your plans play out."

That's when she realized that her purpose for being here was completed. And so, she asked for a dismissal.

"If it's alright with you Commander, I would like to return to my post."

"Go ahead General, I will call for your if anything else is needed."

She nodded and exited the tent, making sure that the covers were closed before heading back to her assigned post. She knew all too well that she wouldn't be here forever. Soon, the commander would announce his plans to the rest of the men, and they would head to New Jersey. Battles would occur, that was a given. And Eliza could only pray that they would win. But before she could take another step further, she was stopped by a familiar presence rushing towards her.

"General," Alexander addressed.

She let out a sigh, she just couldn't escape his grasp could she? She didn't turn to look at him as he now stood right beside her.

"What is Hamilton?" she asked.

Alexander gave her a confident smile as she returned to walking, with him following her lead this time.

"Aw, don't sound so excited to see me," he joked.

"I'm about as excited to see you as I am seeing my uncle," she replied.

Her Uncle Richard, what a pain in the ass he was. Just as stubborn and selfish as Arnold and as arrogant and prideful as Lee. He was the literal embodiment of the worst of the worst. But Alexander took it all into stride, there was without a doubt that he was been called worst.

"You wound me once again General," he commented. "Just how many times do you plan on doing so?"

She shrugged her shoulders, still not turning his way.

"That depends," she said. "How many times do you plan on annoying me?"

"Fair point," he stated. "But I suppose it's all worth it in the end if I get to interact with you more and more. You're such a fascinating person General, more so than you give yourself credit for."

Eliza just rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure you feel that way about everyone you meet Hamilton."

Alexander pouted at that statement.

"That is a false accusation," he replied.

Then he did something unexpected, he leaned closer to her, close enough to where she could feel the warmth of his breath against her ear. The sudden action sent a small shiver down her spine.

"One that I will disprove as time goes on."

He then took a step back to admire his work. He thought about this person, and now he wanted to leave the same mark on her. And it seemed to have worked as Eliza stopped dead in her tracks once again. She slowly turned to face him for the first time since her walk. This was a start, a good start for him. He gave her the same smile from earlier. His eyes narrowed a little bit with delight as he did so.

"I await to see what the future has in store for you General," he commented. "For the both of us… because I have a feeling that you and I will forever be crossing one another's path."

He then took another step closer to her, with her not responding in any sort of way. Instead, she just stood there quietly, her body and mind currently in a war against the other. She wanted to leave, run away from this tomcat as he began to unravel her. But then another part of her wanted to stay put and allow that process to happen. A wave of guilt and pleasure swept over her as she contemplated what to do next. She just couldn't move, she couldn't do anything but listen to this tomcat as he tried to pry his way into her very soul.

"And even, fate doesn't have that in store for us, well then, I'll just have to create my own destiny one again," he added. "One that will be entwined with yours."

Once again, Eliza couldn't respond and she didn't need to. Alexander just let out a small chuckle as he observed her closely, making sure to capture every detail of her person. He then turned to walk away from her, to return to the commander and his post.

"Until then General Elijah Schuyler."

With that he took his leave, and Eliza just stood there. She watched his every move as he got farther and farther away from her. Never in her life had she allowed herself to become frozen in such a way. Not even the likes of André and Maria did this to her. She slowly placed a hand over the spot Alexander had whispered such enticing words to her. And she shivered as she heart danced. What could this mean?

Meanwhile, Alexander felt proud of himself as his heart danced to the same rhythm as Eliza's. He had accomplished something today, something that had nothing to do with this war. He had wanted to leave his mark on the disguised solider, and in a way he did.

But this was just the beginning for Sweet Polly Oliver and the Tomcat.

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