A/N: I cannot begin to tell you how completely bored I am and how much I hate right now: the lady on "Don't Forget the Lyrics!" for not picking "Carry on Wayward Son" my favorite song EVER!, NBC not airing new episodes of "Scrubs", not knowing if the next community production is "Hair" or "Pippin"… which are very similar, btw.

So… allons y! This chapter is dedicated to Team Jarlisle. This isn't going to be entirely accurate accordin to the book, but by golly it is going to be Lincoln assassination accurate, mmk? Thankies. (And, yes, I do know that Jasperizzle was a Texan and that Texas is not the closest thing to Washington, DC, thank you.)

Wanna know something funny? John Wilkes Booth's girlfriend, Lucy, guess what her last name was...
Hale.

SCANDALOUS!!!

Today was April 7, 1865.

"Good evening… Mrs… Surratt, is it?" I greeted the kind middle-aged woman who opened the door for me. I had followed Booth's directions to the best of my ability.

"Hello, Mr Whitlock. They've been waiting for you for quite some time now. Are you all right? You found your all right, I see" she was concerned.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm fine."

I walked into the room where my colleagues were. There was the leader, John Wilkes Booth. He introduced his two childhood friends, Michael O'Laughlin and Samuel Arnold. There was a German, George Atzerodt. Pretty boy with a big ego, Lewis Powell. He was a fellow soldier who had served with Florida infantry, as he corrected Booth multiple times. And there was Davy Herold, the 19-year-old lad willing to help with anything. We had all gathered in the Surratt boardinghouse for one of the meetings about kidnapping that despot, President Lincoln.

"Hello, Jasper. How goes it with you? Have a nice ride up here?" asked Booth, grinning.

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you. Yes, fantastic trip, might I say."

"Way to interrupt our intriguing conversation, Whitlock!" Lewis Powell pouted.

"Lewis, we were talking about girls and—" Davy Herold started.

"Girls! Drat. I totally forgot… Lucy! I had to go talk her Yankee father about…" Booth started, then turned towards the other six other men, "Um… never mind. I best be going. Sorry, boys. I'll be more refreshed tomorrow about continuing our Lincoln kidnapping plot, just you wait."

"The war doesn't look so good for us, Wilkes," said Sam Arnold.

Booth looked at us and smiled, ignoring Arnold's comment, "Adieu." He said, and took his coat and hat, then departed.

A few minutes of awkward silence, which was then expertly broken by Mrs Surratt and her daughter, Anna, passing out cookies.

"Oh, Mrs S, you sure know how to break awkward silences!" joked Davy Herold.

"Sure do," I agreed.

Mrs Surratt talked privately with the more experienced conspirators, leaving Anna and I somewhat alone.

"So… you're the new one, huh?" she murmured, her foot swirling around an invisible circle in the carpet.

"Yep. Came all the way from Texas. Was a major down there."

"So I heard. Mr Booth thinks it's important to have soldiers in his conspiracy, since he says they're the most fiercest fighters." She was pleased in having started a conversation.

What she said about Booth's remark made me think of all of those damn newborns down by Mexico, "Maybe so, ma'am. Maybe."

"Hm?"

"Oh, nothing. Thinkin' aloud."

She set the tray of cookies after repeatedly offering me one on a nearby table and kept staring at me.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" I asked.

She giggled, "Yes, sorry. Major," she smiled and saluted.

Great. Another girl who liked me. If she only knew…

We made more small talk for another few minutes when Lewis Powell called my name, signaling for me to leave. He handed me my hat. Before I left the door, Anna stood next to her mother at the entranceway asking quietly, "You'll be back tomorrow?"

I was not in a mood for talking, "Yes."

She grinned and Mrs Surrat closed the door as Davy Herold exited.

Back in DC, I had stayed up all night (of course) with Powell and Herold, talking about women and booze. Booze which I could never have again… By the time it was 8 o' clock the next morning, April 8, none of us had gone to our rooms at all. I could just imagine the effect that Davy and Lewis would have on tonight's meeting. That wasn't for a few hours, though, and the two of them had suggesting on taking me sight-seeing in the Union capital.

A/N: Yeah, I know this is kinda crappy, but I have huge writer's block and this has been sitting in 'My Documents' for a while now, and I needed to finish it sometime. Anyone wanting to be a co-author, let me know, please. Thanks.

While you're waiting for the next chapter of this to be churned out, you should take a look at my two better Twilight fics, 'My Dr Acula' and 'Carleeny Todd: The Demon Doctor of Fleet Street'. :)