Give Her Back
Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader
Triggers: Sexism, Kidnapping, Screaming
“Mr. Jefferson, I hate to inform you this but your wife has gone missing. Her carriage was attacked and she was taken.”
Thomas couldn’t breath. His love. His wife. His whole world. Gone. How? He had just seen her this morning.
He couldn’t think. Did he even kiss her goodbye?
He stood up. Grabbing the messenger, he started talking quickly.
“Where? When? Did anyone see this happen?” Thomas asked, trying to get as much information as he could.
“It was near the bookstore I believe. It was only about a half an hour ago. I came right away. I think that someone named John Laurens was on his way to talk to General Washington. That’s all I know sir,” Thomas immediately took off, rushing to where he knew he could find Washington.
He burst into the room, the door slamming open with a loud bang. Washington, Hamilton, Mulligan, Laurens, and Lafayette were all there.
“Ah Mister Jefferson thank goodness you are here. I assume that you know about your wife?” Washington asked.
“Yes. Do you have any information on what happened to her?” He asked rushing to the other side of the room.
“I saw her being taken from in front of the bookstore. Apparently these men didn’t like that she was reading so they took her somewhere. I was able to follow them to broadway before I lost them. I’m really sorry. She put up a good fight, however. Oh and I found this on the ground,” John told him.
He held out his hand, Y/N’s wedding ring sitting on his palm. Thomas took it and gripped it in his hand, worry coursing through his veins.
He turned to Washington.
“Will you help me find her? Please?” Thomas asked, his composer dropping and worry showing on his face.
“Mulligan and Laurens. Go to the area where you lost her and scout around. Hamilton and Lafayette get a small group of soldiers to come and help us get her. Jefferson come with me. We’re going to get your wife back.”
You were scared and tired. You just wanted to get some new books for you and Thomas to read together before bed. The men had basically come out of nowhere!
You were just about to get in your carriage when you were suddenly yanked back. They were dragging you around, and you were screaming and thrashing. During the whole fiasco, you lost your wedding ring.
So right now you were sitting in a dark room, tired, scared, and your wedding ring was gone. All you wanted was to go home and rest in bed with Thomas, while he read to you out of a book that you both would choose.
You didn’t know if that would happen tonight or even anytime soon. Would they let you go? Would somebody find you?
Where are you?
Thomas Jefferson could not sleep at all that night. If he was able to get to sleep all he saw was his wife, scared and alone. He clutched your wedding ring close to him, as if it was the last thing that he had of you.
At four in the morning there was a knocking on his door. It was Hamilton.
“We think we’ve found her.”
Washington briefed him on the way there.
“Apparently this group of men are against women reading, learning, or doing much of anything. They’ve pulled stunts like this before, and the women are usually let go during the next few days. They were sloppy this time, so it was easier to find them. We currently have the place surrounded, but nobody has gone in quite yet.” Washington told him. Some of the worry dropped off of his shoulders.
“What are we going to do?” Thomas asked.
“You’ll go in with Lafayette on one side and Hamilton and Laurens will go in on the other. Mulligan and I will wait out here with some soldiers and nurses, just in case these men try and pull something. We’re putting all of our caution into this. I know I don’t have to tell you to be careful.”
“I cannot thank you enough, Mr. Washington. You and everyone else here.”
“Of course Mr. Jefferson. They would all do the same even if it was somebody else’s bride.”
“Thank you sir.”
You hadn’t slept much and when you did it was with one eye open. It was cold and dark.
They hadn’t touched you. Just yelled and screamed about how a women shouldn’t be reading. You just sat there with your head down, shaking slightly.
You hadn’t seen them in a few hours, they were probably sleeping. There was some sort of tension in the air, but you couldn’t tell what was going on.
You were trying to rest again when you heard the noises. Footsteps is what it sounded like. You hoped it would be help and dreaded if it was anything.
There were whispering sounds, names being called softly, and more footsteps, but you couldn’t make anything else out.
“Y/N! Are you down here darling? Sweetheart? Y/N?” You knew that voice.
It was Thomas! He came for you!
“Thomas? Thomas is that you? I’m in here!” You whisper shouted. The door slowly opened and a couple of people walked through. One of them being Thomas.
Relief was clear on his face, and he ran to you, gathering you up in his strong arms. He started peppering your face with kisses, hugging you tightly.
“Oh Y/N. Oh thank God. Oh Y/N.” He muttered. He picked you up and started walking out with you. You were shaking pretty badly so he just held you closer, muttering sweet nothings into your hair.
He took you out of the building where you were flocked by nurses trying to take care of you.
General Washington approached you.
“Mrs. Jefferson. How are you feeling?” He asked you as the nurses checked you over, Thomas never letting go of your hand.
“I am quite tired and hungry Mr. Washington. They have not harmed or touched me in any way.”
“Very good. Thomas can take you home as soon as the nurses are done giving you a once over. I have arranged for the two of you to take my carriage home.” He gave you a small smile and walked away.
All of the sudden your kidnappers were lead out of the building by the soldiers, cursing and screaming. You started shaking again, and Thomas took you over to the carriage.
The sun was rising as the two of you rode home, Thomas never letting go of you.
The servants got you food quickly and you ate as fast as you could without throwing up.
Thomas took you to bed, helping you change and tucked you carefully under the covers. He went around to the other side and got in next to, holding you close like you were going to disappear at any moment.
“Will you read to me Thomas?”
He gave you a small smile and picked up the book laying on the bedside table.
You started to fall asleep listening to his deep voice.
“Never let me go Thomas.”
“I would never dream of it my love.”
I love this.