Author's note: I apologize that this first chapter is so short and simple, I promise the future ones will be longer and more detailed. :)
Chapter One
Roger Sherman sat in his usual spot by the door, reading a book. It was merely another hot, boring day in congress… or so he thought. It would have been full of arguments but John Hancock, the president, had a break down. Thusly, everyone felt it best to keep quiet.
Ben Franklin was snoozing away in the corner.
John Witherspoon was stretched out on a trio of chairs, resting and taking advantage of the rare peace.
Samuel Chase was chewing on Lord knows what. Sherman winced. "How can he constantly eat?" he moaned in the back of his mind.
Thomas Jefferson was perched in the window, off in one of his many daydreams.
Stephen Hopkins was… out in the privy.
Hancock was still recovering from his episode.
The Congressional Secretary, Charles Thomson, was looking at and arranging letters from General George Washington. His mind went wild as he imagined the General penning the words to each letter.
Judge James Wilson was watching John Dickinson write a letter, but the only words his fellow representative would let him see were "Dear John", which was no help at all.
Edward Rutledge found that if he stood at just the right angle, he could marvel at his own reflection in the window. This pleased him very much.
Sherman took a deep breath and turned the page in his book. Even he was bored with all this… simple nothingness.
Finally, he decided he needed some air. He grabbed his dark brown jacket and proceeded outside. The air was hot and humid, but better than the stale air in the congressional hall. The representative form Connecticut was in no hurry to return. Not a blessed thing was going on and no one would really miss his company. He leaned his body up against the wall and closed his eyes, attempting to enjoy the Sun. The humidity made this extremely difficult.
Just as he was close to what you might call comfortable, someone grabbed his arm. He opened his eyes to see Witherspoon tugging at him.
"Come on Roger, let's get ice cream! I brought money with me today!" For a moment, Sherman thought he fell back in time and was a kid again, but then noticed both of them were very much grown men.
"What?"
"Ice cream! It's hot outside; we should go get some ice cream!" The Reverend was much stronger than his lanky figure had let on and was now dragging Sherman down the street.
Ever since the New Jersey delegation had finally arrived in congress, Sherman took a strange but secret interest in the Reverend. It was more of a curiosity, mind you. He always admired someone who could appreciate the simple aspects of life instead of a need for riches and fame. Now, he had come to the conclusion that Witherspoon may have also appreciated exercise, as evident from his odd strength.
"Come on Roger, don't make do all the work!" Witherspoon stopped and gave him a weird smile. Sherman smiled back at him and the two walked on.