Prettyinpinkgal: Hello! Well, I've had it in my head for, like, ever to make a Libery's Kids fanfic. I mean, seriously. How could the show's producers NOT make Sarah and James a couple? It's just...fiendish! Thank the Lord for fanfiction, lol! Anyway, this takes place when Sarah gets back from Great Britain. I hope you enjoy this:) And for all the people on the Liberty's Kids board "The Liberty Bell", you guys kinda inspired me to write this, so thank you:)

Disclaimer: I don't own it...I don't even own any DVDs...(sobs in corner)

WELCOME HOME

Sarah walked down the winding streets of the city she had grown to love. It's so wonderful to be back home, she thought, feeling pure bliss. Her eyes widened, then she smiled. Yes...America really is my home now.

How much things had changed! When she had first arrived in America, she felt like it would never be a replacement for Great Britain. However, she had grown to love the colonies. She loved being a journalist; hearing and seeing important events that she felt would be known for years. How many other girls her age could say they had seen battles, watched General Washington lead the troups, and hear important meetings of Congress?

But, most of all, she loved the people who were like family to her. Moses was a dear friend, and Henri was like a brother to her.

And James. What was James to her? Sarah often thought about her relationship with James, and sometimes could have sworn she felt more than friendship for him. Other times, she felt like he was an annoying pest of a friend or brother.

Sarah paused as she waited patiently for a carriage to cross. "James..." she whispered to herself. She recalled when she told him she was going back to England. He had barely spoken to her after that, even when she was bording the ship. No goodbye. No nothing.

Would James still be angry? Sarah shook her head. A better question would be why he was angry in the first place, she thought, a little put off. After all, what had she done wrong? What was so horrible about wanting to go back to England, to see her mother? She knew Moses and Henri were upset about her parting, but they weren't angry. So why was James so infuriated about it?

Sarah began walking down the street again, her agitation dissipating. Well, she tried to think optomistically. He's a Patriot. Perhaps he was simply irritated that I was going to the enemy country. Or maybe it was the fact that back then, I was still a Loyalist. Maybe he thought that by then, I'd be a Patriot. Hmmm... she thought, looking down at the ground, pondering the situation.

There it was. The print shop. Sarah felt both excitement and dread pulse through her veins. She was finally home, but what would the others say? Surely, she couldn't expect everyone to act normally if she was to simply walk in there, and say, "Hello! It's me again! I've decided I'm a Patriot, so I'm going to stay here again. I do hope you won't mind!"

"That would be silly," Sarah sighed. In fact, even Moses and Henri would be a bit upset, to say the least. After all, she had left for good, supposedly. Why on earth would they accept her return? They'd think she was like a child, unable to decide which toy she wanted.

Sarah sighed again. This was going to be harder than expected.

She paused by the wooden door to the shop. After a moment, she gathered her courage and entered the print shop.

"Hello?" she called. Sarah was greeted with silence. "Is anyone here?" she called, a little louder. Still, there was no reply.

They must be out somewhere. Maybe they're covering a new story, Sarah thought. Setting down her bags, she wandered around the building. She ventured upstairs and saw the closed bedroom doors, feeling-for the first time in months-at home. She turned the handle to one of the wooden doors, and entered her old bedroom. It looked so cold, so empty. Of course it's empty! I haven't been here in ages! she thought. Still, she couldn't help feeling a bit surprised.

Sarah heard the front door open. Footsteps were heard, as well as the voice of Moses.

And James.

Her heart began to beat faster than it should. Then, she felt a sinking feeling as her fears came back. The talking downstairs had ceased abruptly, and Sarah realized it must have been because the two had caught sight of her bags.

She came closer to the stairs. This is ridiculous! Get yourself together, Sarah Philips! she scolded herself for being so nervous. Whatever happened to that strong, outspoken young woman she was known to be? Besides, she would rather be arrested by British soldiers and be sent to the most horrible prison for the rest of her days than to have James Hiller see her in such a state.

Before she descended down the stairs, she picked up what the two men were saying.

"--who's bags are these?" Moses asked.

"How should I know?" James replied. "But I'm guessing the person who owns them is still in the print shop."

Sarah walked down the steps, and saw the two. James and Moses looked exactly the same. While she was happy to see Moses, of course, seeing James brought entirely different emotions. Her heart pumped double-time again, and she struggled to maintain her in-control attitude.

"And you'd be right," Sarah said suddenly, answering James's statement.

The two men started, and they whirled around to see the intruder. Their eyes became wider, if possible, when they recognized her.

"Hello," Sarah said, a little quieter, waving awkwardly. I hope they're happy to see me...

"Sarah!" Moses bellowed, giving a tight hug to the young woman. She happily hugged back, overjoyed that she was still welcome in her old home. "What are you doing here?" he asked kindly, stopping the friendly embrace.

"Well, while it was wonderful being back with my mother, I slowly came to realize that my home isn't there anymore. It's here in America, with all of you. I'm so sorry I didn't realize it sooner."

Moses grinned and patted her head. "It's alright, Sarah. It's great to have you back."

Sarah smiled and glanced in James direction. He had been quiet throughout the reunion. Her smile began to fade when she noticed that he was in a different direction, looking angry.

"Hello, James," Sarah said to the blonde.

He glanced at her. "Hello, Miss Philips," he said with forced politeness.

James? Being polite? Oh, this was worse that Sarah thought! However, she felt hurt for only a moment. Then, she turned that hurt into anger.

She glared at him as she marched right up to him, leaving a dumbfounded Moses (which is rather hard to imagine, seeing as he's Moses of all people). Poking rudely at James chest, and not noticing the fact that Henri had just opened the door, she yelled, "James Hiller! I am sick of having you so furious with me! You were like this when I left, and you're still mad?! Well, I won't have it! I don't know what I did to deserve this, but seeing as you won't even bother having a real conversation with me, I don't even know! GAAAH!" she screamed, slamming her hands onto the nearby wooden table.

Henri slowly closed the door and ran out of the shop as Sarah panted. He had a feeling now would not be a good time to greet the redheaded girl.

Meanwhile, James was shocked, but managed to still stay angry. Moses looked shocked as well at Sarah's outburst, and the girl formed a plan in her mind.

If James is going to still be angry with me and not bother to tell me what in the world he's even angry about, I won't speak to him either!

Prettyinpinkgal: Okay, this was originally a one-shot, but I wanted to split it into two parts, so I guess it's a two-shot? Well, anyway, please review! Oh, and I apologize for any OOCness!