Disclaimer: I do not own Michaela, Sully, Loren, Charlotte, Horace and all of the other characters mentioned here. I also do not own anything that you recognize. They belong to CBS incorporated and A&E. Go Les Moonves! I do own Adrianna though and I'm well proud of her.

Adrianna was late for dinner, having to wash off the remnants of the mud from her face and neck. She also had to figure out the bag that had all of her possessions. She opened the bag and grabbed a handful of silver necklaces, each bearing a ring with a miniature item on it like a dress or a hat. Adrianna was a conservative in many aspects and didn't like change. The last time she was in the freedom fighter world, she was given this by her cousin, the king. It was a new invention that he said is useful in travel. She found that he was correct and took one hundred on them. The whole idea was that the rings take items and make them smaller to carry. By attaching the ring to an item and touching a certain part, the item would shrink. In the bag, she carried all of her possessions and save space. It made it so that she wouldn't be like Michaela with her 20 suitcases of luggage. Being miniature was bad since it was sometimes hard to tell one item from another. She solved that by putting all of her clothes in a chest and putting the ring on that. It was certainly hard to put the ring on it and learned not to hold the large chest by the ring.

She moved through the items easily and found a dress to suit her needs. It was a simple checkered black and white dress with pockets for items that she needed. She found those items in a different chest that she soon enlarged and put the Carlucci knifes in each pocket. The hearing of the soldiers put her on edge and she wanted to be safe. She knew not to trust U.S. soldiers, especially in a moment of vulnerability like eating.

She put that chest in its small state, along with the first chest. The next one was her vanity chest, and she rarely used it. The only use it had was for covering marks on her body that she knew didn't need to be seen. Those included her branding tattoos and certain scars. She went to the mirror holding the makeup in her hand. There she was, in her most vulnerable state. She put on her dress and put the knives in her pockets. She never told anyone she was half freedom fighter, if they knew then she would not be able to exist in the white man's world. Not that that was a problem, but she felt that it was her duty to help those that needed to be helped. She put her hand to her scar or her left cheek. There it was, etched from a knife: 085. It was her mark, something that said she was a freedom fighter assassin. She took the makeup and smoothed it on her face. The 085 disappeared from her face and she looked like a simple girl from Spain. She was now ready to go down there, for a dinner that she was not ready for. She put her makeup back into the chest and made that chest small. She them moved the silver necklaces back into her bed.

When she came down, Widow Cooper had already said her prayer. She smiled when she saw her, as did her children and Michaela. Maybe it was that Adrianna gave the soldiers a mistrustful stare that caused the soldiers to stare at her unkindly. She went to sit down next to Michaela at the end of the table and said the tradition Catholic dinner prayer in Latin. That caused some averted gazes, but she was not in the mood. She didn't care if they looked at her different. They were all Christians, correct?

They ate in silence for about thirty seconds when Widow Cooper smiled at the two women on the end.

"So Adrianna, you are not from America."

Adrianna finished the piece of chicken in the stew she was eating, feeling a little bad that this was probably the same one that she saw when she first met Widow Cooper.

"You are correct, Señora. I was born on the island of Majorca in a city called Sineu. It is off of Spain. I lived there for the first four years of my life until mi familia decided to move the America. We settled into Vermont and lived there until my parents died of a virus. I took my little sister and we lived in an orphanage for years until my cousin learned of us and we lived there until I wanted to go to medical school and my sister went to a boarding school in Madrid España. That is how I met of Michaela and I soon came to Boston to study medicine."

Widow Cooper smiled at that while the oldest of the soldiers, probably the leader, frowned but didn't saw anything. Adrianna felt bad herself at lying to everyone, she just couldn't tell anyone. It was too much to tell, she didn't need them feeling sorry for her or looking down on her. She smiled anyway.

Seeming satisfied at that statement she didn't continue the conversation. I was now Michaela that started to talk.

"So Captain Chivington, how is the treaty progressing?" Adrianna had learned in her days as an assassin of soldiers how to anticipate the nest move. She knew that this Chivington was not a Captain and that this disrespect would cause him to give her an angry reply.

He gave Michaela a self righteous glare and said, "Colonel Chivington". Michaela apologized and waited for a reply. The Colonel started his disrespect for the so called "Indian", saying that there were bleeding hearts in Congress and that they had never set an eye on them. Adrianna found that it took all of her might not to say that she knew then and that they were more civilized then the so called civilized white man. Adrianna contained it with a will she never knew existed. Michaela made it worse by saying that they were here first. Adri smiled at that and some of that will was broken when she gave a snort of laughter.

Chivington then said that they were in the way of progress. Adrianna could not stop what she was about to say and found that Michaela was thinking that same because they said the same thing at the same time: "Progress for whom sir".

That got him riled up and he went off on a little tirade about the "…only way to kill the red rebel is the only way to have peace and quiet". He then stared at both of the women with a look of loathing. Adrianna had enough and angrily got out of her seat. The chair fell onto the ground. The anger she was feeling could not be contained. She was so angry that she started to walk out the door and soon came in. She then walked to about a few feet from the table and kneeled to the ground, putting her hand to her ears and staring at the ground.

Michaela walked to her and talked her back to her seat. Adrianna sat down staring at the wall, full of anger at the situation. The widow looked at her in concern.

"Are you ok Adrianna?"

"Sí, sí! Por supuesto! I mean, of course. I am just…just……..upset at the world of the white man. I have tried to contain this feeling, but you have to, you know. There isn't much you can do about it. I have found that keeping it inside is the best way. There is not much that I can say without angering them." Adrianna said that last word with a deep growl, staring at them with the biggest feeling of passion, anger, mistrust and hurt. All of that was etched into the Spaniard's features.

The soldiers did not seem unhinged at all. They seemed to think the whole situation was funny, like she belonged at an asylum. She just gave them that same look, soon stopping to finish her stew.

She vaguely heard Widow Cooper talking about being married and men and there being more women then men, she just needed to take her hand off of the Carlucci knife, massaging the uneven hinges that were spikes, the one feature that made it the Carlucci knife.

She soon could not take it anymore and left abruptly to go to bed, trying to contain it all.

The feelings of anger were resonated in her dreams with the same dreams that she had when she was in college. It was the dreams reliving what happened, the only difference was that she saw Colonel Chivington and not Shaken. She woke up trying to stop the tears from falling from her face. She knew that it was not going to work and she let the tears fall down. She soon thought about her sister and knew that she was going to be off from school and the yearly meetings that they had. She could not leave now; she had to do something about that.

Her sister was going to be upset, but she could not leave Michaela now. She needed her now; she needed all of the allies that she could have. Adrianna got up from the floor she was sleeping from and enlarged one of the chests to full size. This one contained a variety of objects like her quill and parchments. She took out one quill and a piece of parchment. She knew that she had to make a telegraph message for her. It was certainly not the best way to connect her, but she could not risk using the advanced communications inventions that freedom fighters used. She would have to see her in a year from now; she would just have to understand.

About one hundred drafts later she found the right message to send. By that time, it was about six in the morning and so she got dressed and went to the telegraph office. She met that same man that was the mistaken reason that they both were there, who was just getting up. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Is there something that I can do for you miss?" he asked kindly.

"Yes, I need to send a telegraph. I know that the transcontinental telegraph was put up recently and was wondering if you could send this to the Madrid Libertad Luchares Escuela in Spain?"

He frowned a little and looked a little discouraged.

"I don't know if I can send it overseas ma'am, but I can try?"

She smiled and he blushed a little. She then gave him the parchment and he started to send it but then she stopped him by gently putting her hand on his.

This seemed to make him very nervous and him face became redder and his hand started to shake a little. She smiled then.

"So siento, Señor but I forgot to pay you!" Adrianna started to laugh and the telegraph operator gave a nervous laugh.

"How much?"

"That would be 2 bits for every ten words."

Adrianna searched her pocket and found that she only had a one eagle and ten dollars was more expensive then one telegraph.

"I only have one eagle." He looked at the gold coin and slowly held out his hand, like he didn't want to take it. Adrianna sensed that and tried to put it in his hand. He didn't seem to want to and nervously put his hand in his pocket.

"No! I can't take that much!" he said it forcefully and Adrianna was taken aback at the force. She then smiled tenderly and almost laughed. She then took the coin and put it on the counter. Then she glared at him and soon tapped her foot in annoyance.

"I am not going to leave until you take my money!"

He then lowered himself until he was face to face with her.

"I don't want the coin!" He then threw it and it fell into the mud.

Adrianna looked very angry, crossing her arms and started to shake her head in anger.

"Oh! Oh! So that's how it's going to be! You think I am not going to pay for this! I don't think so! YOU WILL NOT START THAT TELEGRAPH UNTIL I PAY FOR IT! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DO THAT FOR FREE!"

Then he went to his telegraph and started to perform the operation rapidly, as in anger. Adrianna found the coin and started to walk away. When she was about ten feet away, she started to run toward the counter and then jumped onto it. She was soon in the office and the operator continued to do the message.

Soon it was a physical struggle with both of them fighting at the telegraph. The operator tried to continue the operation and Adrianna was trying to stop him. In all of her anger, she could not find the strength to overcome him. They continued this struggle until a new customer came. There was the operator, down on the ground, carrying the telegraph and tapping it. He was on top of Adrianna who was trying to grab it. The customer was Colonel Chivington, who stared at them both in anger.

"What is going on here!" he snapped. The two then got up and the operator put the device back on the counter. Adrianna put both of her hands on the counter and lifted herself up to the air and soon went over the counter, just landing next to the Colonel.

"So, I should expect the telegraph in the next two weeks right?" Adrianna softly, but dangerously asked.

"Yes." The operator sadly said. Adrianna found the coin and gave it to him. He stared at the coin like it was contaminated.

Consider it to be a contribution to you, Señor!" Then she walked away, back to the boarding house.

She came back and found Michaela and the Widow talking kindly. They welcomed her and she smiled back.

"What were you doing?" Michaela asked.

"Well, I was sending a telegraph. I needed to tell my sister that I cannot come to Spain this year."

Michaela smiled and looked at her, wearing a slightly worn dress and unkempt hair.

"That must have been some kind of telegraph!" The Widow said.

She pointed a finger at both of the women. "Ooh! You don't know!"

They all started to laugh.

A few hours later they all set out to explore the town with the Widow leading the way. The first people that they met were the reverend at that man that had the corduroy suit and hat, who seemed to be the barber. Being in a better mood, she didn't harbor and ill will, but knew they were probably talking bad about them. All three of the women said hi to them and they said it back, if not forcefully.

"That's Jake Slicker, he's pulled a few teeth, lasted a few brawls and he thinks that makes him a doctor."

Adrianna snorted at that. She had heard of these men who are barbers. A lot of them believed that they were doctors. If they knew what a spleen was or where the jugular is then she might accept him. They would probably pass out during a surgery, the big men that they were.

Michaela put in her two cents: "I see that I have some competition".

"…And from a woman! You see, the only doctoring that women are allowed to do around here is midwiving. You're just lucky; midwives are very recent for a woman."

Michaela then said, "That's a relief, I would really like to meet her."

Adrianna had a feeling that she knew who that was and would even go as far as betting her medical degree on it.

She was right of course when Widow Cooper answered her.

"You already have!"

Adrianna smiled and then walked ahead of them.

"I knew it! I had a feeling it was you!" Michaela stared at the Widow and seemed surprised. "You!"

They then walked to the place where the advertisements were. There was no space whatsoever. Every place was filled with information. One said, "Lookin fo a job? Silver mine is open. Signed, Gradest Robuch-June 20th, 1854". Above everything was the most disturbing sign made out of wood. It said: "No dogs or Indians". Adrianna wanted to rip it down, but knew it was not the right way to get lodgings or patients. They wanted their lives saved after all.

To make the situation worse, that same man that she had bumped into yesterday was the owned of the mercantile. He did not like Michaela or her. She didn't need to know that much about the man to know that. He looked angry and stated that there was no space there and wouldn't move any of the other parchments.

Then she looked to her ahead and saw something that she didn't really want to see. There was a woman, with tanned skin and a Mohawk on her head. She took off her glasses and started at her with the darkest eyes that she had ever seen in her life. She looked at Adrianna with the deepest type of loathing that she knew of. She knew who she was; she knew that this was a Santis, the evil royal house of freedom fighters. She knew of her cousin, the Carlucci's and that they kindly ruled over their country with the deepest respect of the human. The Santis were to opposite. They were evil and sadistic monsters who only cared about themselves. She had heard stories of them mutilating bodies when they killed. She had heard that they were into cannibalism and treated the human with disrespect. In her assassin training, she had been told to stay away from them, she couldn't. The Santis walked right at her and didn't stop until she came face to face with Adrianna. This Santis was looking at her like she was analyzing what was the best way to kill her. She then looked at the ring on her hand. Adrianna was recently put it back on, just in case she was to meet a freedom fighter. This ring was a sign of respect; it was also proof that she was an assassin. It told the story of her internal struggle for respect. It also said that she had killed at least 2,000 men during her reign. It was hard to get and she was partly glad that she had it.

Even the ring seemed to scare the Santis, because she walked off, her silky cape billowing in the distance.

Adrianna then looked ahead to see someone else walk in. These people did not have trousers on; they did not have short hair. It was been a few years since she had seen them, but it felt like yesterday that she had said goodbye to them.

They were the real Americans, the people that were here first, before that stupid shopkeeper. The one on the left looked distinguished, he looked like a chief. He was wearing attire that looked to be made of buffalo skin. He was also wearing a headdress. She bowed down at the chief and he shook his head up and down in a silent understanding. The man next to him took her by surprise. He was wearing a shirt that seemed to be made of cotton, except that it was not of a design that she knew of. He was also wearing a series of necklaces that were made of red and white beads. The one weapon that she saw was a tomahawk that seemed to be sharp enough to cut her in half. Even more strange was that he looked to be white! It was so strange that she stared at him a little longer than was normal. She then looked down and saw the most beautiful animal in the world. He looked like a wolf and when she kneeled down to pet him, he didn't growl at all. He even licked her hand!

She knew nothing of the Native Americans, but spoke of the languages that she knew. They looked at her strangely with the first few languages that she spoke. She finally started to speak the language of the Cheyenne people. He answered that he was chief Blackkettle, a man she had heard a little of, but never met.

The store owned pointed at the sign, saying no dogs or Indians. Adrianna looked at the sign and started to laugh. Feeling stronger than she had in years, she walked right at the man getting in his face.

"What is your problem with dogs? That dog looks like he won't bite." Michaela smiled taking the sign down. That angered the Colonel and he put it back up, saying it was private property.

Adrianna crossed her arms, smirking. The old man and the Colonel seemed taken aback at her.

"What is your problem?" The Colonel gruffly asked. Adrianna smiled an almost seductive smile.

"There is no so called Indian!"

"What are you talking about? There are, he's right there!" The old man almost screamed.

"Oh, but señor! That is a Native American, a real American! An Indian would be…well Indian!" Adrianna had started walking around the store, as she was talking.

"I have never been to India, and I don't think this man has either! Does he look like he is from Calcutta?" At that statement, the Colonel left abruptly, like in anger. Michaela smiled as did Charlotte and the old man looked angry.

The mysterious white man with the tomahawk threw it at the sign and it broke for real. This seemed to be a good time to leave to Charlotte and she took both of them out of the store. Adrianna gave the chief one last look and she could swear he had a smile on his face.

The next place was a livery, where they were to look at horses. Charlotte played some type of political game with the blacksmith with didn't seem to want to sell anything to Michaela. Adrianna knew that Michaela had never been on a horse, but she faked it. As they looked at the horses, they all made their analysis of the animals. Michaela did not know what she was talking about and made a complete fool of herself in Adrianna's opinion. Michaela soon enough picked one that she thought had "heart". Adrianna started to laugh and the blacksmith gave her a dirty look. Michaela now had to get on the horse, something that seemed to be a daunting task. She finally was able to put her shoes in the stirrup and try as she might, she could not get up. Adrianna could not contain herself and she started to laugh really hard. Then that mysterious "whidian" as she started to think of him as came by and pushed her up…by her butt.

That upset Michaela a little and so looked at him in anger. He had the wolf beside him who went to Adrianna and she went to pet him. The man gave her the notice that she had put up and she looked at it.

"You took it down!" she exclaimed.

"No, I'm answerin' it." He replied.

They followed him, Adrianna easily got onto the horse with a self righteous smirk. They left the town and into the beautiful landscape. They seemed to be far out of the confines of the town when they reached the house. There it was, looking dilapidated and worn down. There was also a barn that Adrianna decided was hers.

They got out of the horse and Adrianna walked into the barn, coming to an area that was full of some old pieces of hay. She sat down and was reminded of her past, sleeping on the ground, never staying in one place at a time, never having much responsibility except that of her mission.

She came out and found that Michaela was at the house and put her sign, the same sign that used to welcome the patients of her and her father's practice in Boston.

"What do you think?"

"Not much of a shingle?" he replied. He then left and Adrianna had the distinct feeling that they were going to see more of the mysterious white man.

A/N: I really hope you loved it. I wanted to delved more into her character, I really believe that happened here. I hope you liked some of the features that I added and that this chapter gave you a little laugh.