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The Gift	By : MaidOfDishonor Category: M through R > Revolution Views: 3992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Revolution, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I only own my original character, Lily.

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Chapter Eighteen

As I slid through the countryside, staying clear of the main roads, I took stock of my situation. I was wanted by the militia on Monroe's orders. I was covered in blood and I was pregnant. Great. Just great. Excellent timing, I thought. I pulled the Militia jacket tighter around me and buttoned it. That covered most of the blood. It was too early in my pregnancy for me to show. Now I just had to worry about the 'wanted by the militia' part.

Miles had always warned me that if something happened I should go to his brother's village, which was built around the old Sylvania Estates. That's where I'd go to hide out. Of course, Ben and his family wouldn't be there to shelter me but I had talents of my own. If they didn't need a sword-smith, perhaps they needed a teacher. The chubby guy, Aaron, had been the town's teacher. Maybe the job was still vacant. My mother had been an English Professor before the blackout and I had read her horde of books over and over again.

Best of all, the town should have access to a messenger. I desperately needed to get a note to Miles. I found my situation more urgent by the minute. Surely he'd abandon his mission to get his nephew if he knew he had a child of his own on the way. Heck, maybe he'd completed his mission and safely on his way home now. I had to get word to him.

Obviously my absence had been discovered by now. With the militia on my trail I had to focus and keep moving. The days journey on the wagon had actually taken me closer to my target so it was by twilight the next day that I arrived at the Sylvania Estates.

Candlelight filled the windows of the homes with a warm glow. It was a lovely little village. I could see why Miles's brother had chosen this place to raise his family. I glimpsed a man and woman in the nearest window. They seemed to feel my eyes on them and they turned to look at me. They looked questioningly at one another then exchanged a few words, inaudible to me, and disappeared from the window. A moment later the man opened the front door and cautiously approached me. "Are you militia?" he asked. And it took me a long moment to understand. I was wearing a militia coat and a knife and sword to boot! Carefully I pulled up my sleeves to show my forearms. No militia mark upon them. He relaxed visibly.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm only wearing the coat because it's cold and it's all I have." "And the sword," he asked? "A girl's gotta protect herself" I replied. "I didn't come her to cause any harm," I added, "my…husband (I lied for lack of a better word), told me to come to this village if anything ever happened to him. He was kin to Ben Matheson." The man's features saddened when he heard Ben's name. It must only have been a couple of months since his death. "What happened to your husband?" he asked thoughtfully. I hesitated. My husband. I had never thought of Miles as my husband. He really wasn't the marrying type. And me? I was Miles's. Whatever Miles was comfortable with, I was willing to live with. But they wouldn't understand that here. And I didn't really want to mention Miles's name for fear of all of our safety. I'd have to watch my words.

"The militia conscripted him" I finally replied. "I haven't seen him in over a month." I was surprised to hear a genuine tremble in my voice. "Two days ago they came for me." At his look of surprise I quickly added, "I know it's unusual, but I'm a sword-smith. I guess they were running short of them. That's where I got this coat. I stole it when I escaped." At this the man perked up, "were you followed here?" "No, I slipped them. They'll assume I went back home to Chicago. They have no reason to look for me here. I passed plenty of small villages on the way to this one. They wouldn't expect me to leave the safety of those for one farther off" I reasoned.

"I have no right to ask, but is there any lodging available here? Like I said, I'm a sword-smith. I can also teach. Would you have a use for me here?" "You're in luck, actually. After Ben's death, Aaron, our village teacher, left for Chicago with Ben's daughter. I'm what amounts to the mayor of Sylvania Estates, welcome. Come inside and let's get you something to eat. I'll show you around the village tomorrow and my wife, Samantha, will help you find some clothes. I can't stand that coat you've got on. No offense." "None taken," I replied. "You have no idea how much I loathe the militia." "Good. Then we're on the same page" he added and I followed him into the warmth of his house.

The woman I'd seen in the window was anxiously hovering inside the front door. "She's not militia. Just cold and in need of new clothes." The woman, Samantha, sighed audibly and turned her attention to me. "I'm Sam" she said sweetly. "Welcome to our home." "Lily," I replied. "And I'm grateful to be here. It's growing cold out there!" "Let's get you something warm to eat and then we'll go up to the attic where I store the village's extra clothing and essentials." She led the way to the kitchen, sat me down in front of a roaring fire and put a bowl of stew in front of me. I was so hungry it was hard to maintain good manners.

True to her word, after supper she led me upstairs to the attic and opened several chests of clothes. "You're much taller than most of the women here but I think I have a few things that will fit you decently." Sam set a pile of clothes in front of me and I slipped my detested jacket off. That's when we both noticed the blood. How could I have forgotten? My escape hadn't been bloodless. "Is that yours?" She practically shrieked. "Not all of it" I replied sheepishly. Then I recounted the tale of my escape. By the end she was laughing so hard she was practically shaking. "Men!" was all she could say. "One more thing Sam, I haven't told anyone, I didn't get a chance to tell my…husband before he left. I think I'm pregnant." "Your first, I take it?" she asked. I nodded my head and a tear slipped down my cheek. I don't know why I confided in Sam, but I felt I could finally trust someone. "What if the baby never gets to meet their daddy?" I asked as I wiped back more tears. "Let's not worry about that right now. Let's just get you something warm to sleep in and tuck you into the guest bed downstairs" she replied. I nodded gratefully, but, "thank you" was all I could manage through the tears.

Tucked into the warmth of my new bed, my thoughts drifted to Miles. I wondered where he was. If he was safe. If he was thinking of me right now too? "Oh, Miles" I whimpered. And my hand clutched my belly.
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