In which Rachel is surprised and George is frustrated.
I'M SO SORRY! I promise I'll update quicker from now on. Everyone says that, I know.
Rachel Fallows-Warrington was a pretty smart woman. She could tell George was hiding something, keeping something from her. But what?
Anyway, she really was going to listen to George and let him tell her when he wanted to. But things didn't work out that way- it was all Edward's fault, really.
Annie Evans had been Rachel Fallows best friend and roommate when they were in college- Annie was from St. Croix, Rachel from Puerto Rico- and they had confessed past lives to each other. They might not have been so very close and Rachel Faucette and Annie Stevens but it was ironic to them that they had known each other in the 1700's too.
There had been the shortest grudge as they both remembered rumors that Rachel Faucette and Thomas Stevens had an affair. But as both Rachel and the reincarnated Thomas assured Annie that this was a complete lie, the friendship was regained.
Annie and Thomas Steve had presented Rachel with a invitation to spend the weekend. She would have, but George's enthusiasm made her more suspicious than she dared show.
"Would you like to come, George?"
"Uh..no, thank you. I'd rather not have to see that Thomas guy." He fidgeted.
Rachel had frowned. George and Thomas had always gotten along perfectly fine.
"Where's your son?" Rachel frowned. Yes, she was slightly jealous that Annie and Thomas got Edward back. Why did it have to be George's stepchildren?
Immediately, she regretted the thought. She loved Jacky and Patsy with all her heart, they were the light of this life.
But Rachel wished beyond all things that she had Alexander and James back. No, she did not want 2 more kids. But she really, really wanted to see them again.
"Umm, he left with some old friends about an hour ago." Thomas recalled, having finished setting the table.
"Oh? Who were those friends?" Rachel replied nonchalantly. She didn't honestly care about Edward's friends but pretending to care was polite, right?
"Y'know, Alex and James. Some girl I've never met." Alex, James...Alex, James...Alexander, James...Rachel had never actually met the boys but that didn't stop the hopeful love that filled her entire being at their names.
"Anyway, I'll text him to see where he's at." Annie whipped out her phone before things got awkward. Rachel dug into her dinosaur chicken nuggets (very formal, I know.)
"Uh...that's interesting."
Rachel froze, spoon halfway to her mouth. "What's interesting, Annie?" Life had long since taught Rachel to expect the worst.
"Edward says he's at your place. Some 'Reincarnates from the 1700's' meeting thing." Annie seemed almost...amused. Well then...
"Oh, that's why George wanted me out of the house." Something warm was blooming in Rachel's chest, soaring up through her body.
Alexander? James?
Edward's friends were named Alex and James, right?
"Maybe you should go party-crash?" Thomas suggested. "You seem like you want to."
"Oh yes." Rachel stood up, reaching for her jacket. "I do want to."
"Great. You can go, then."
"Correction." Annie smirked. "We can go."
Rachel held her palm up for a high-five. Annie obliged.
"Rachel, you know I'm only coming to stop you from blowing something up, right?"
"Si."
Lizzy Sky wasn't sure of many things. It was hard to be when your dead husband was across from you, 17-years-old, stuffing his face with pineapple pizza.
But she could honestly say that Jacky and Patsy Warrington were the two most adorable 7-year-olds ever. They had been dropped off by their grandmother and Lizzy had immediately taken a liking.
As the Reincarnates sat at the table, eating pizza and talking and laughing, Lizzy found herself staring at Angel and James's intwined hands.
Her sister and Alex's brother. Didn't they make a pair?
She found herself glancing at Alex often. He never seemed to look back.
"So..." General Warrington cleared his throat. "What do you youngsters do in your free time in this life?"
"Uh, I like to draw." John Lorenzo volunteered. "I made murals on our walls at home."
"They are very good." Lafayette agreed, inclining his head towards his adopted brother. "I enjoy, how you say, listening to music. Rap, mostly."
"First of all, don't you dare, Laf. Your English is better is than mine." Herc teased. "And I, obviously, enjoy sewing and spying."
"Spying?"
"Don't ask."
"Uh...okay." Daisy said slowly. "I dunno, I spend most of my time online."
"Same." Mar agreed. "But I guess I like writing. I have a blog."
"That's cool." Lizzy said. They shared a look for a few seconds before turning away.
Angel and Ronnie both shrugged under questioning gazes.
"What about you four?" John gestured to Margo, Alex, Neddy and James.
The 4 shared a glance before saying, in perfect unison:
"Broadway."
It was really creepy.
"That was really creepy." Patsy giggled.
That's when the door flew open.
John literally had zero idea what was happening.
They had been talking, laughing, eating and now everyone was silent and there were 2 women in the living room. One of them looked *satisfied*, the other amused.
"George Warrington." The satisfied looking one said calmly.
"Hi Rachel." General Warrington waved awkwardly.
Ah. So that was his wife. But the other woman was...
"Hi Mom." Edward mumbled weakly.
"Hey." The amused woman waved at them. "I'm Annie Steve, Edward's mother, reincarnation of Annie Stevens, also Edward's mother. Alex, James, good to see you. You two really should come over sometime."
"Rachel Fallows-Warrington, George's wife."
"MOM!"
Rachel wrapped an arm around each of her kids before whispering something to them. Jacky and Patsy shared a look before running upstairs.
"So." Rachel said. "You could have at least invited us. And Thomas."
"Thomas JEFFERSON?" Margo gasped dramatically.
"What? No." Annie snorted. "Like I'd ever marry Thomas Jefferson. No, Thomas Steve, my husband and, you guessed it! Reincarnate of Thomas Stevens."
"Yes, terribly sorry." George chuckled nervously. "Uh, how about we all introduce ourselves?"
"Angelica Sky, call me Angel, please. Reincarnate of Angelica Schuyler Church." She held out a hand, which Rachel shook.
"Work, work-" Annie offered.
"Angelica!" Rachel quipped back.
"She's a big fan of the musical. Knows every word. I don't remember a single phrase." George explained.
"YES!" Alex, James, Edward and Margo cheered.
"Wow." John shook his head. "Herc, Laf and I went last year and we only remember fragments."
"I've listened to one song, 'Aaron Burr, Sir' and I know a little bit of it." Ronnie offered.
"You're all disgusting." Margo shook her head. "Except Alex, James, Edward, Mrs. Warrington and Mrs. Steve. You guys rock. By the way, that's Elizabeth 'Lizzy' Sky."
"Work, work-" James this time.
"ELIZA!" Alex yelled.
"AND PEGGY" Margo obviously. "I'm Margarita 'Margo' Sky. I'm and peggy."
"Alexander Hash. Alex."
"You're a reincarnaion of whom, exactly?" Rachel shook slightly.
"Yeah, what's ya name, man?" Edward smirked.
"Alexander Hamilton! My name is..er, was...Alexander Hamilton. And there's-"
He didn't get to finish the amazing, iconic phrase because Rachel Fallows-Warrington had swept him into a hug.
Everyone, please stay safe during all this!
