Philip's horse gallops through the open field of dead bodies, enemies swarming around him in hopes to wound the Major General. He simply smirks with a hint of bloodlust in his e/c eyes.

He readies his bow, gets in possession, and attempts to keep his balance on the horse. He shoots the arrow, hitting a redcoat right in the head. He was skilled on horseback with a bow, much like the Ancient Mongolians which isn't easy to achieve.

Especially for a girl.

That's right. Y/n L/n had decided to join the war and prove, not just her father but society wrong about women. She designed herself as a man and named herself Philip Hampton. Her strength and skills on the battlefield have got her the title of Major General.

She unsheathes her sword, slashing the redcoats who swarmed York Town. She knew of Washington's plan to infiltrate their base. So far, it's going better than planned.

Alexander Hamilton seemed to be in awe at the way she couldn't miss a single step. Though Philip's existence made him question his sexuality, Alexander was married and his firstborn child will soon be birthed.

After sweeping in and cleaning out every Redcoat in York Town, Philip had decided to stop by the pub to rest. Alexander followed suit.

Alexander spots the handsome "man" sitting on his own on the bar stool, chugging down a cup of beer.

"You were amazing out there, General Hampton," Alex compliments, slowly sitting beside the General.

"Ah, General Hamilton, you seemed distracted out on the battlefield today. What's troubling you? Other than the fact we're literally in the middle of a war," Philip said sarcastically, receiving a soft chuckle from Alex.

She had to admit: the man sitting beside her is incredibly charming. But he's married and has a child on the way.

"I-I'm just... missing my wife..." He lies.

She nods, awkward silence swallowing them afterward. A soft smile slowly plays her lips, "Hey, Alex, can I tell you a secret?" Alexander's head perks up at the mention of his first name, he hadn't ever been called by his first name by Philip.

His name sounded amazing coming from her, he decided.

"Depends... what kind of secret are we talking about here? Does it have anything to do with drugs, alcohol, smoking, murder, kidnapping... what is it, Pip?" Alex smirks teasingly.

She punches his arm playfully, "Shut up! I'm talking like... a deep secret. Something no one else knows. I doubt word will get to Lafayette who is stationed in the Chesapeake Bay. Mulligan knows but he's a spy in Britain at the moment. I'm not sure about Laurens..."

"Okay, forget them, what's the secret!?" His starry eyes pleaded. She bites her lip as she holds back the urge to kiss him.

"Uh..." Philip stammers before finding his words. Alexander found this cute. "Well... I'm not who I seem... Alexander Hamilton, my name isn't Philip Hampton..."

His eyes grow wide, "Wait, what?"

"I'm a woman..." The bar grew so silent, you could hear a pen drop. Alexander just stares at Y/n in utter shock. The colors drain from her face, "I knew I shouldn't have told you... I'm sorry..."

"Wait, Philip-"

Before he could say anything else, she was already gone.

Over the next two days, she would try her best to avoid him and ignored him when he tried to talk to her. He was about to lose hope when he finally got her alone in the middle of the battlefield.

Y/n quickly jumps behind a giant rock for protection, hiding from the redcoats who killed her horse. She heard someone plop down beside her.

She turns her head, her eyes meeting with Alexander's, their faces dangerously close. The two both blush, quickly turning their heads away.

"So..." Alex peeks out and fires at a redcoat, "Are you gonna keep ignoring me?"

"You don't understand!" She whines, "I'm here to prove everyone wrong about women-"

"You defiantly proved me wrong," Alex smiles sympathetically, Y/n avoiding his eyes to hold back her blush. "You're the best we've got. Mulligan told me how the redcoats can't stop talking about the amazing 'Philip Hampton'. You've proved everyone wrong. And even if you go to jail, there's no way to change what you did. We are currently winning because of your bravery."

Tears of joy brim Y/n's eyes. She had never cried before but she was so moved by his words, she turns and smashes her lips onto his. He reacted quickly and eventually returned the kiss.

They pull apart, both blushing and smiling lovingly.

"S-Sorry..." Was all Y/n could mutter.

"I quite enjoyed it," He giggles teasingly.

"You're married and I... didn't mean to... do that..."

"We'll talk about that after we win, okay?" Their eyes meet once more, both captivated by the others. "But right now, we want Philip Hampton to fight the war."

***

The owner of the horse Y/n just stole fumes in anger, "WHAT THE HELL, GENERAL HAMPTON!?" She reaches for the arrows which were strapped on her back. She aims, her breath calming when she lets go, the arrow hitting the target.

She never misses, Alexander noted.

She hears the horse cry out in pain before collapsing. She groans and takes out her sword, quickly ducking as the redcoat who killed her horse attempts to do the same to her.

She spins and slashes the man, his blood splattering across the ground.

Her eyes search for Alexander who is fighting bravely. She smiles to herself.

Her smile falters when she sees a redcoat sneak up behind him.

"ALEX, WATCH OUT!" She quickly unsheathes her sword.

With one swing...

The man fell to the ground...

Alexander was okay...

Y/n wasn't.

Both the redcoat and Y/n stabbed each other.

She drops to her knees, her motionless body falling into Alexander's arms.

"NO, NO, NO, PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE OKAY!" Tears welled up in his eyes, the war seems to calm down. She chuckles and placed her hand on her wound, blood seeping through it.

She cups his cheek and stares into his eyes lovingly, "Please, Alexander, promise you'll live a happy life? Yeah?" He nods as tears crusade down his cheek.

Though Alex was married, his love for this woman was undeniable. Her being alive but married to another man would be enough in his eyes.

"You can't die on me, please, I don't even know you're name!" He pleads.

"Y/n L/n..."

The memories of the fun they had together, the battles they fought alongside each other, and the laughs they shared flooded their minds.

Tear's crusade down Y/n's pale cheeks.

"You have to live!" Alex hesitantly presses his hand on hers, "You can't die, I'm begging you, Y/n, I love you too much to let you die! I don't care who's watching, I don't care who knows! Be married to another man for all I care but please, please, for the love of God, Live!"

"I love you t-too..." Y/n replies in a hushed voice. Her eyes flutter closes and she leans up, pressing her forehead to his, "You taught me what it's like to love, Alexander. Thank you... now please, go be with your wife..." her voice cracks and she sobs.

"Y/n, please you can't leave me!" He hugs her tighter than ever before, her body growing colder as the minutes pass, "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?"

"I don't want you to die... you h-have someone waiting for you at home..." He gently lays her on his lap, blood dripping from her mouth. She once again cups his cheek, "Meanwhile, I-I have an a-abusive family-y wai-waiting for me at h-home..."

His teardrops hit her lips, the ones he so longed to taste.

He leans down and kisses her cold lips, not a care about who's watching.

Suddenly, her hand leaves his cheek and hits the ground, her breath hitching in her throat. Alexander's eyes grow wide as he desperately searches for a pulse.

A young man in a red coat stands on a parapet, waving a white handkerchief, a signal of surrender.

The soldiers who saw Alexander crying over the dead body of Philip Hampton grow quiet and salute the young hero in pride.

George Washington approaches the dead body, Alexander's face covered with his hands as he cries into them.

Washington slowly salutes the dead body, "You truly showed us the power woman posses, Y/n L/n."

***

"Welcome home, Alexander!" Eliza beamed happily, looking into the puffy, red eyes of her husband.

"Hi," Was all he could say, taking a shaky breath, still heartbroken after what happened with Y/n.

"Honey... are you alright?" Eliza moves closer to him.

"I'm fine," he said.

"I was thinking of names for our son. What do you think of Jeremiah... William? Oh, what about Aaron!"

His eyes grow wide, realization slapping him across the face, "Philip!" Eliza stares up into his eyes in confusion. "I want to name him Philip Hampton Hamilton."

"Philip Hampton? Where'd you get that name from?"

"H-he was a friend at war... he's not with us anymore..."

"As in Major General Philip Hampton!? He's defiantly going down in the history books!"

Alexander would busy himself with writing, he knew if he stopped, he'd cry about his heartbreak. He'd write letters to Y/n in his free time, his tears staining them. He'd obviously never mail them. Alex knew he could never get over her.

Never.

The future won't remember "Philip Hampton" as a man with incredible skill.

They'll remember him as a woman named Y/n L/n whose skills rivaled George Washington's.

***

Alexander endorsed Thomas Jefferson instead of Aaron Burr, ruining his entire political dream. Burr—infuriated, challenged Alexander to a duel. Alexander declines his offer, he didn't want to risk his life.

But Burr had the audacity to bring Y/n's name into it. He once found Alexander drinking his sorrows away and he accidentally told him.

Alexander was furious at Burr's words: "Y/n may be watching over us from Heaven at the moment. She probably thinks you're a coward."

And so he obliged, the duel would commence across the Hudson at dawn.

Aaron Burr's P.O.V.

We rowed across the Hudson at dawn
My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my number two.

Hamilton arrived with his crew: Nathaniel Pendleton and a doctor that he knew.

number three

I watched Hamilton examine the terrain, I wish I could tell you what was happening in his brain. This man has poisoned my political pursuits! Most disputes die and no one shoots.

number four

Hamilton drew first position, looking, to the world, like a man on a mission.

This is a soldier with a marksman's ability; the doctor turned around so he could have deniability.

five

Now I didn't know this at the time, but we were near the same spot your son died, is that why?

six

He examined his gun with such rigor? I watched as he methodically fiddled with the trigger.

seven

confession time? here's what I got: my fellow soldiers'll tell you I'm a terrible shot.

number eight

Your last chance to negotiate. Send in your seconds, see if they can set the record straight.

They won't teach you this in your classes but look it up, Hamilton was wearing his glasses

Why? If not to take deadly aim? It's him or me, the world will never be the same!

I had only one thought before the slaughter...

This man will not make an orphan of my daughter!

number nine

Look him in the eye, aim no higher! Summon all the courage you require! Then count!

one

two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

nine

number-ten

"PACES, FIRE!"

Alexander Hamilton's P.O.V.

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory... Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev'ral feet ahead of me?

I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be!?

There is no beat, no melody...

Burr, my first friend, my enemy... Maybe the last face I ever see.

If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?

What if this bullet is my legacy?

Legacy... what is a legacy?

It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me. America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me!

You let me make a difference, a place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints and rise up!

I'm running out of time, I'm running, and my time's up! Wise up, eyes up!

I catch a glimpse of the other side...

Laurens leads a soldiers' chorus on the other side!

My son is on the other side!

He's with my mother on the other side!

Washington is watching from the other side!

Teach me how to say goodbye!

Rise up, rise up, rise up, Eliza! My love, take your time... I'll see you on the other side.

I feel hot tears roll down my cheeks, a small smile coming to my face. That's when I see her on the other side...

"Y/n..." I breathe out. My heart pounds rapidly in my ears and my hands begin to tremble.

Her h/c hair cascades down her back, a wedding veil covering her beautiful e/c eyes and her rosy lips which I've been longing to kiss. Her wedding gown frames her body nicely.

"Alexander?" I could almost hear her voice! She slowly turns and smiles gorgeously, "I've missed you!"

I felt the broken pieces that make up my heart slowly glue themselves back together, a truthful smile playing my lips.

"Hey, remember the songs we sang with Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette at the pub?" Her voice echoed. A glass of wine is held in Y/n's delicate s/c hands. She slowly lifts it up.

"Raise a glass to freedom..." I point at the sky.

"HE AIMS HIS PISTOL AT THE SKY, WAIT!"