That Would Be Enough~

Summary: Kagome had figured it out! Traveling through time to era's not solely Edo...but others as well, and at will. She simply stops aging every-time she does...as time in the present stands still until she returns. Not such a bad deal...right? Nineteen years old, she's attending Columbia University in New York City, and her end of the Year Written Term Paper has been assigned with the chosen topic being -The Founding of America-. Now all she needs to do is find something from the time of the Founding Fathers...that no-one will miss… "This might be harder than I though..." Kagome laughed.

Anime/Musical: InuYasha/Hamilton

Pairing: Kagome/Thomas – Kagome/Alexander – Thomas/Kagome/Alexander

Genre: Historical, Romance, Drama and Hurt & Comfort

Rated: M for Mature Content and the sad yet beautiful truths of our History

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...History Has It's Eyes On You...

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It was such a hassle, dealing with Natalie's clingy personality on a normal day was fine with her, but when Kagome was literally trying to find a single moment alone to grab an item and take off, it was taxing. On top of Natalie holding onto her arm, when the girl did let go to wander around the Monticello, Kristopher replaced her by hanging around Kagome's side and following her around the large building. They were like this at school too. Kagome didn't really talk much unless asked a question or if a conversation has been instigated by another individual. Needless to say, she was known for holding herself up in her dorm room, writing till odd hours of the night, and till the early rays of morning.

Kagome wasn't trying to be rude, but in her exasperation, she let out a sigh when Natalie clung onto her arm again. Kristopher had noticed, of course. He noticed everything about Kagome, and that didn't go unnoticed by Natalie. Really, the whole thing was silly. Natalie clung to Kagome, to keep an eye on her and Kristopher, because she liked Kristopher herself. Silly...

Kristopher cleared his throat and gently popped Natalie in the shoulder with the back of his hand, "I want to go look at the plantation, come with me."

Kagome watched the blush form along Natalie's cheeks, her friend let go of her and changed the object of her clinging to Kristopher who looked to be in pain from the situation, but went along with it all the same. '...thank you Kristopher...'

She watched the two leave, already knowing where she was going to get what she needed to travel back. Kagome took a quick glance around before ducking back behind a wall to avoid being seen by the Tour Guide. Not that she was too worried about being caught touching something. So long as she didn't change anything in history, then nothing, from the moment she left, would change in the present. Her hand and the item she was touching, would still be in the same place as when she'd left, no one would know she'd been gone.

"Someone looks suspicious."

Kagome turned around to see Sarah looking over at her from where she was taking pictures of the kitchen of the Monticello, her camera poised carefully in her hands. "I'm not a big fan of tours or tour guides. They have their agenda's...and I have mine."

Sarah gave her a bored look, "you didn't need to tell me anything, I just said you looked suspicious." She turned her attention back to the pictures she was taking and continued ignoring Kagome.

This, Kagome was quite okay with. She made her way around the corner and passed over the doltishly placed bed in the middle of the hallway, separating her and everyone else from the study on the other-side.

Thankful to her passing grades in gym, and more specifically, vaulting, Kagome had jumped the bed without touching the comforter that lay neatly across it. Besides bragging rights, it meant that it would take people longer to realize someone was in the study.

Glancing about the room, she felt a pain in her heart, the untouched memories that lingered in every paper on his desk, every book on his shelf. If what the guide had said was true, then everything was how Thomas Jefferson had left it when he passed away, albeit...cleaner. There wasn't a layer of dust to speak of the years that had passed since his death. She made her way over to the bookshelf that was in his office, only a certain selection of books had made it into his study, the rest were in his library. Her fingers danced gently over both hard and soft leather bound books, she couldn't conceal her smile.

When did she start loving books so much? Surely it came only after her permanent departure from the past. Similarly to when she became so obsessed with writing them. History...had at some point, become her living passion. In her free time, after her travels, she started writing biographical pamphlets about her friends from the past, using the pseudo-name "Time Traveling Miko" as suggested by her publisher. The company had commented on her schooling and had been worried about the attention affecting her school year. She was thankful for their care, and decided to go with the ironically chosen name. What had started off as separate memoirs, nine to twelve page essays, of her friends Sesshoumaru, Shippou, Miroku, Sango, Kouga and Ayame...Inuyasha…had been published together as "A Collection of Historical Misfits" which was pretty accurate, considering the diversity of their lifestyles.

Not even a month on the shelf, and the buzz around the Alias and who the author really was had reached Kagome's ear. The historians who had studied the subject of Inuyasha, of the Shikon no Tama...had searched for this person who voiced things that none had known about. Thankfully, the company and her publisher had kept quiet about her name.

Truthfully, her book almost hadn't made it to the Historical section, they were going to brush it off as Mythology or Fiction, due mostly impart to the mention of demons. Kagome however had argued that many of their historical revelations had demons in it, and hers by far was not the least believable of them. Thinking back on the book and the chaos that was brought on by it, she'd only written the book so that everyone would know her friends the way she had. The trials they'd been dealt, and the sacrifices they had made. It seemed only fair...besides, if she hadn't told their story...who then would?

Kagome shook her head and tried to pull her thoughts back together. "Really Kagome..." she muttered softly under her breath, "you think too much." She turned her attention away from the books and towards a roll of papers in the top hand corner of the bookcase. Curiously, she pulled it from the spot between shelf and book, and unrolled the frail parchment. A crinkle of the papers sounded and she flinched in fear at the thought of their age and the small chance of the paper being just ancient enough to crack or tear without resistance. Her eyes lit up at the Neatly scrawled writing across the top of the page. While she couldn't read the much, much smaller writing below it, the larger writing read: Composition Draft, August, 9, 1775

To anyone looking at it, it was just scuffled notes, but a few lines stood out most amazingly to her. The few she could manage to read in the neatly, and fine cursive scrawl.

When in the Course of human events,
it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another,
and to assume among the powers of the earth,
the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them,
a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal,
that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,
that among these are Life,
Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

The Composition Draft was, if she was right...the compilation of Thomas Jefferson scattered thoughts on the Declaration of Independence. It was the first draft...before his first draft. Most of his drafts were preserved in museums across the U.S. but like any well studied gentleman, he'd made many drafts of the Declaration of Independence. There was no answer to exactly how many drafts Thomas Jefferson had written, nor was there any way to know just how much input came from names like John Adams and Benjamin Franklin.

Gently letting the parchment roll back into itself, she cringed once more at the crackling sound, 'definitely old. The least they could have done was place this in a temperature controlled room. Such old parchment in this heat?' She thought critically. "Thomas Pain was onto something when he wrote "Common Sense"...it's too bad it never caught on." She grinned, "Alright!"

The ritual was second nature to her now. She brought the large roll of papers to her chest and held them in a gentle embrace before she let her aura touch carefully along the edges of the paper. It was a slow process of enveloping the pages and then letting her aura surround herself. The ever familiar warmth of time brushed lightly at her heels before running softly up along her legs and continuing till she was completely clutched in the blue warmth that had held her throughout each of her travels. "I'm excited...to go to the time when feelings were strongest for the words being written on these pages."

She watched the world around her fade into the shadows that only she was privileged to before her feet lifted off the floor, the weight of her bag vanished for a moment as gravity too seemed to cease to exist. An ocean of stars sparkled in the vast blue of the airy ocean at her feet, her hair had become flighty and her eyes lit with emotions of excitement, joy and the sorrow of which she was sure would come by her adventures end. The warmth started fading, and she found herself becoming slightly heavier as the air returned to normal and her hair settled around her shoulders and fell down her back. Her shoes touched down on the nice wood flooring of the Monticello and she took a moment to glance around the room she was in.

Slight changes through time...very slight. The books were in a different order, not all were the same as what was in his study in her time, but she was sure the man changed them out here and there. After all...six thousand books is a fair many for any man to have. She vaguely wondered whether the man had read them all. A book lay open on his desk, she gently lifted it into her hands and turned it over: Lex Parliamentaria - A treatise of the law and custom of the Parliaments of England, it read.

She laid down the book and turned her attention to two letters, one finished, the other...started, yet not finished, lay on the desk. A bottle of ink was closed next to it, and the quill beside it was set and dry. The candle on the desk was cold and hadn't looked to be lit for a few many hours, so she safely assumed he'd stopped his writing to take care of other more pressing matters. She took the completed letter in hand and read the similar scrawl of the Composition she still held to her chest, though this writing was far neater in his patience than that of the scrawl he used in haste of note taking.

Monticello. Aug. 25. 1775.

Dear Sir

I received your message by Mr. Braxton and immediately gave him an order on the Treasurer for the money, which the Treasurer assured me should be answered on his return. I now send the bearer for the violin and such music appertaining to her as may be of no use to the young ladies. I believe you had no case to her. If so, be so good as to direct Watt Lenox to get from Prentis's some bays or other coarse woolen to wrap her in, and then to pack her securely in a wooden box.

I am sorry the situation of our country should render it not eligible to you to remain longer in it. I hope the returning wisdom of Great Britain will e'er long put an end to this unnatural contest... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . .. .. . . .. . .. . . . . . . . . .. .. . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. . .. . . . . .

Kagome found herself enamored with the well written words, so beautifully and preciously strung together, romanticizing the topic completely and with such unhindered ease.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . .. .. . . .. . .. . . . . . . . . .. .. . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. . .. . . . . ....I shall be glad to hear from you as often as you may be disposed to think of things here. You may be at liberty I expect to communicate some things consistently with your honor and the duties you will owe to a protecting nation. Such a communication among individuals may be mutually beneficial to the contending parties. On this or any future occasion if I affirm to you any facts, your knowledge of me will enable you to decide on their credibility; if I hazard opinions on the dispositions of men, or other speculative points, you can only know they are my opinions. My best wishes for your felicity attend you wherever you go, and believe me to be assuredly Your friend & servant.

Th: Jefferson

P.S. My collection of classics and of books of parliamentary learning particularly is not so complete as I could wish. As you are going to the land of literature and of books you may be willing to dispose of some of yours here and replace them there in better editions. I should be willing to treat on this head with any body you may think proper to empower for that purpose.

Kagome laughed, there was no doubt in her mind that this man had read every book in his collection. No doubt, as they came to be in his possession. She placed down gently the letter, her eyes drawn to the large pile of familiar parchment that lay next to the letter she'd read, and a small smile brushed her lips. She turned from the desk, needing to leave now if she wanted to avoid being caught in the Monticello with literally no infallible reason behind her trespassing.

She glanced in utter annoyance at the bed that blocked her path, seriously...this man was one in a million. A sweet tune echoed in the still of the evening. She knew the sound, a violin. Her heart sped up in the trepidation, carefully hopping up to stand atop the heavily framed post of the bed, she walked well balanced to the edge where her eyes nestled on the figure of a man and a small child. A little red haired girl who looked to be no more than two or possibly three years old. Kagome smiled at the distraction, glancing around the wall, she moved silently from the bed frame, and was quick to round the corner and duck past a woman who carried an infant in her arm. She was terrified. This was the single part of traveling back in time she hated. The part where she ends up where the item was when it meant the most to whoever made it, which happened to be in a busy house of four!

Shaking her head, she didn't want to run out in front of anyone, so she looked back down the hall and noted an open window. Her chance for escape, she quickly took it and jumped the ledge, darting out of the line of sight of anyone who might be outside. What would be her luck to be spotted by one of Thomas Jefferson's slaves, who was respected by Jefferson himself. He called out to her, in her fright, she ran faster, but not fast enough. The yell had alerted Jefferson, and even in her head-start, she couldn't beat a horse. 'What do I do...what do I do?!'

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Me: My regards to those who have been patiently waiting for the second chapter, we will meet Jefferson in chapter three...maybe? Lol, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, the letter that Jefferson wrote can be found online, if you would like to read it in it's entirety. I hope everyone has a wonderful day, I will update hopefully again tomorrow since I'm off….damn, that has such a nice sound to it. ~sigh~ Anyways, review for me, and tell me what you think. I am truly curious with your thoughts on the proceedings of this story. My most sincerest gratitude~