This is a Liberty's Kids fanfic. Don't get me started on how stupid the
name is. But it has a cool theme song! I promised myself that I'd put this
here if there were no new or updated LK fics here. This is weird. See, I've
been watching the show lately.
I used to read fics like this even though I had no idea what they looked like or anything about the show...*cracks up* Anyways, here's mine. It's.odd. I mean, look at how it starts. OOH! Review! Please? *pouts* I REALLY like reviews...
Sarah glared at James.
"Only you could land us in prison, James Hiller!" Sarah said shrilly.
James shrugged, lying down on the straw in their prison cell.
"You're still going on about that, Sarah? We've been here for a week," James muttered.
Sara glared viciously at him.
"We were in a British camp. You just had to yell Die, redcoats, die, didn't you?" Sarah snapped.
James smirked and looked at the ceiling.
"I don't care. It was one of the best things I ever did," James said gleefully.
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"It was a stupid immature thing to do and you landed both of us in prison for it!" Sarah shrieked.
James sat up and was about to speak. Sarah held up a finger to stop him and continued pacing.
"I haven't taken a bath in days. I just want to go home!" Sarah said, breaking into hysterics.
Their hair was now dull and they were both filthy. James bit his lip and cautiously approached the sobbing girl. He sat next to her on the floor and hesitantly put an arm around her shoulder.
"Look, Sarah, I'm sorry. I never meant to make you cry. Or land us in jail. We'll get out somehow," James comforted awkwardly.
Sarah looked up at him and wiped her eyes. She implusively hugged him and James awkwardly hugged her back. He broke the hug and stood up. She too stood up and stared longingly at the window.
"How, may I ask, are we going to get out of here?" Sarah replied after a moment.
James smirked.
"You could offer one of the guards your "services". That could work," James replied cockily.
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"I have morals, you know," Sarah hissed.
James smiled, making a picture in the air.
"But think of the story you could write. "I pleasured a British soldier and lived to tell the tale!" It'd get tons of reactions," James replied excitedly.
Sarah glared at James.
"I'm not some hussy. Goodness!" Sarah exclaimed.
James smirked. The guard peered into their cell again.
"Hey! Prisoners! Silence!" The bulky man yelled.
Sarah jumped and James rolled his eyes. The man slid a bowl of gruel and a cup of water towards them on a tray. There was a single spoon on the plate. The two looked curiously at each other, shrugged, and shared the spoon.
They were just about to fall asleep.
"You can take the straw. I'll sleep on the nice, comfy stone," James said gallantly.
Sarah shook her head.
"I couldn't," Sarah argued.
James gave her a look.
"You're the girl. Take it!" James resulted.
Sarah opened her mouth to argue, but stopped herself.
"I have a better idea," Sarah said smugly.
James frowned.
"What is it?" James grunted.
Sarah looked towards the bed.
"We can share it. It is big enough," Sarah replied calmly.
James nodded.
"You okay with that?" James asked.
Sarah nodded. James shrugged.
"You get on the side by the wall. That way I can protect you in case any of the guards try and pull something," James mumbled.
Sarah looked up at him.
"That's so noble of you, James," Sarah replied, stunned.
James smiled.
"It was nothing," James said quietly.
The two sunk into the straw and were drifting off to sleep when they heard a voice. It was Henri.
"Sarah? James? Is that you?" Henri asked, French accent thick as ever.
James moaned and Sarah sat up. Their eyes were wide.
"Henri? What are you doing here?" Sarah asked tiredly.
Henri looked down at them and waved.
"Bonjour!" Henri said cheerfully. James rolled his eyes.
"Moses was worried when you did not arrive back. He thought you had...What word did he use? Eloped! What does that mean, anyways? I found you," Henri rambled, accent thickening.
Sarah and James frowned. James scratched his head.
"Why on Earth would we get married? I can hardly stand this Tory," James pondered.
Henri gave him an odd look and Sarah hit James.
"Well, we were hiding in the bushes of a British camp. James here thought that it'd be a bright idea to yell at them and we were captured," Sarah replied, annoyed.
Henri nodded.
"Oui! I'll go back and tell Moses that you are alive. And have not eloped. Whatever that is. We'll get you out," Henri said joyfully.
Henri then ran away. James and Sarah sighed, sinking into the straw and falling asleep.
- Loren ;*
I used to read fics like this even though I had no idea what they looked like or anything about the show...*cracks up* Anyways, here's mine. It's.odd. I mean, look at how it starts. OOH! Review! Please? *pouts* I REALLY like reviews...
Sarah glared at James.
"Only you could land us in prison, James Hiller!" Sarah said shrilly.
James shrugged, lying down on the straw in their prison cell.
"You're still going on about that, Sarah? We've been here for a week," James muttered.
Sara glared viciously at him.
"We were in a British camp. You just had to yell Die, redcoats, die, didn't you?" Sarah snapped.
James smirked and looked at the ceiling.
"I don't care. It was one of the best things I ever did," James said gleefully.
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"It was a stupid immature thing to do and you landed both of us in prison for it!" Sarah shrieked.
James sat up and was about to speak. Sarah held up a finger to stop him and continued pacing.
"I haven't taken a bath in days. I just want to go home!" Sarah said, breaking into hysterics.
Their hair was now dull and they were both filthy. James bit his lip and cautiously approached the sobbing girl. He sat next to her on the floor and hesitantly put an arm around her shoulder.
"Look, Sarah, I'm sorry. I never meant to make you cry. Or land us in jail. We'll get out somehow," James comforted awkwardly.
Sarah looked up at him and wiped her eyes. She implusively hugged him and James awkwardly hugged her back. He broke the hug and stood up. She too stood up and stared longingly at the window.
"How, may I ask, are we going to get out of here?" Sarah replied after a moment.
James smirked.
"You could offer one of the guards your "services". That could work," James replied cockily.
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"I have morals, you know," Sarah hissed.
James smiled, making a picture in the air.
"But think of the story you could write. "I pleasured a British soldier and lived to tell the tale!" It'd get tons of reactions," James replied excitedly.
Sarah glared at James.
"I'm not some hussy. Goodness!" Sarah exclaimed.
James smirked. The guard peered into their cell again.
"Hey! Prisoners! Silence!" The bulky man yelled.
Sarah jumped and James rolled his eyes. The man slid a bowl of gruel and a cup of water towards them on a tray. There was a single spoon on the plate. The two looked curiously at each other, shrugged, and shared the spoon.
They were just about to fall asleep.
"You can take the straw. I'll sleep on the nice, comfy stone," James said gallantly.
Sarah shook her head.
"I couldn't," Sarah argued.
James gave her a look.
"You're the girl. Take it!" James resulted.
Sarah opened her mouth to argue, but stopped herself.
"I have a better idea," Sarah said smugly.
James frowned.
"What is it?" James grunted.
Sarah looked towards the bed.
"We can share it. It is big enough," Sarah replied calmly.
James nodded.
"You okay with that?" James asked.
Sarah nodded. James shrugged.
"You get on the side by the wall. That way I can protect you in case any of the guards try and pull something," James mumbled.
Sarah looked up at him.
"That's so noble of you, James," Sarah replied, stunned.
James smiled.
"It was nothing," James said quietly.
The two sunk into the straw and were drifting off to sleep when they heard a voice. It was Henri.
"Sarah? James? Is that you?" Henri asked, French accent thick as ever.
James moaned and Sarah sat up. Their eyes were wide.
"Henri? What are you doing here?" Sarah asked tiredly.
Henri looked down at them and waved.
"Bonjour!" Henri said cheerfully. James rolled his eyes.
"Moses was worried when you did not arrive back. He thought you had...What word did he use? Eloped! What does that mean, anyways? I found you," Henri rambled, accent thickening.
Sarah and James frowned. James scratched his head.
"Why on Earth would we get married? I can hardly stand this Tory," James pondered.
Henri gave him an odd look and Sarah hit James.
"Well, we were hiding in the bushes of a British camp. James here thought that it'd be a bright idea to yell at them and we were captured," Sarah replied, annoyed.
Henri nodded.
"Oui! I'll go back and tell Moses that you are alive. And have not eloped. Whatever that is. We'll get you out," Henri said joyfully.
Henri then ran away. James and Sarah sighed, sinking into the straw and falling asleep.
- Loren ;*