TW:
-Mentions of death
-No plot whatsoever

Alexander silently slid into his seat, his head low, staring at the smooth wood.

Today was February 19th.

And it hurt to think about this day, so he tried to keep it out of his mind whenever possible.

But lying on his bed in the middle of the night.....

It always crept up.

Long ago, he had given up on waking Eliza and sobbing into her shoulder. It never helped anyone, and besides, she'd never understand.

"Hamilton!" Alexander jumped and looked up, brushing a lock of bright orange hair out of his face. He hadn't bothered with a wig and powder that day.

"Y-yes, your Excellency?" He asked.

"What did I just say?" Washington asked.

"I.. uh... I don't know, s-sir." Alexander sheepishly replied.

Washington narrowed his eyes. "Pay better attention in the future, Hamilton."

"Understood, sir." Washington nodded.

"As I was saying," Washington stole a glance at Hamilton, "In 1776, Thomas Paine wrote a pamphlet, Common Sense. As we know, it riled some up for the fast approaching Revolutionary War. While it some found it appealing, others found it disturbing.

"The topic of debate for the 19tg of February, 1789 is wether Common Sense contributed to the American cause in a positive or negative way. Secretary Hamilton, you have the floor."

(Just go with the topic I couldn't think of anything better :/ )

"O-oh.... Sure, Mr. President." Alexander stood up and walked towards the center of the room, swallowing hard. "I think that-"

February 19th.

"Common Sense benefited the states because-"

January 10th.

"It helped rally citizens to stand up an fight-"

One day before his birthday.

"And even if others dispised it-"

He only spent a month with his mother after turning 12.

"Common Sense still sparked something in every single person who read it, a burning flame that couldn't be extinguished, no matter how hard the British tried."

The room exploded into applause, and Alexander could've sworn he saw a glimmer of pride in Washingtons eyes.

The applause died down and the candles placed on walls and tables went out, leaving the room dark. There were shouts of confusion and the sound of chairs scraping on the ground echoed in the dark.

Alexander let out a small gasp. He had never fancied the dark much, it reminded him of that night. The candles had gone out with his mother, and no one had come to light them. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory.

Suddenly, light burst into the room- the candles had relit by themselves. Cabinet members began to calm down after the return of light, even if the whole ordeal was a bit spooky.

Everything seemed to go back to normal until someone noticed the shimmering figure in the doorway.

James Madison gave a yell of horror and stumbled, falling across the table he was leaning on.

Alexander stared at the figure. He couldn't believe his eyes. Covering his mouth, he shook his head, screwing his eyes shut. When he opened them again, however, she was still there.

She was an average height for a woman, about as tall as Alexander himself. She had a simple but beautiful dress draped on her body. Her chestnut hair fell in waves to her waist. In short, she was beautiful.

Her gaze wandered around the room until it reached Alexander. She smiled at the sight of him and her gaze softened.

"Lexi. My little Lexi... My, how much you've grown!" She spoke.

Alexander backed up. "N-no... No! Y-you're dead! I-I saw it.... No... I must be dreaming!" He shakily whispered.

The woman frowned slightly and moved further into the room, paying no attention to the men backing away as she passed, terrified. "Oh, Lexi..." She finally reached him and wiped his tears away.

Her gentle touch was just how he remembered it.

"I died, yes, but I was given the chance to see you again, just once. I would've waited a bit longer, but I yearned to see my baby Lexi, I couldn't bear the wait any longer." She smiled softly.

Alexander stared into her blue eyes. "M-Mom....?" She nodded, her smile growing.

"Mom!" Alexander yelled, burying his head in her neck, tears flowing freely as he wrapped his arms around her torso.

Sounds of shocked exclamations filled the room. This was Alexander's mother!

~

Washington was just as suprised as his peers when she appeared in the doorway.

He watched just like everyone else, as she approached Alexander.

However, things started to change as she hugged her son. The first thought that ran through Washington's brain was, 'This is Alexander's mother!'

A second later, it changed to, 'This is Alexanders mother.'

And he smiled. Even if this phenomenon was unexplainable and freaky, it was still touching, to see his boy reunite with his mother after so many years apart.

~

"I love you, Lexi." Rachel whispered into Alexander's ear.

"I love you too, mom." He sobbed.

He could feel his mother rubbing his head and kissing his hair, like she used to. Oh how he missed her gentle touches.

"Alexander...." She finally breathed, "My time has unfortunately come to an end."

"No!" Alexander yelled, grabbing onto Rachel more tightly. "You can't go!"

"I'm sorry, Lexi..." And with a final squeeze, she was gone.

Alexander opened his eyes and saw himself clutching nothing, leaving him to beleived it was all a hallucination. But the others were still staring.

Alexander pulled his arms closer to his body and started sobbing, collapsing on the floor, not caring that even Jefferson was whitnessing his melt down.

After crying for what felt like an hour, his body became too tired and he passed out, the warm scent of his mother- clean clothes and lavender- still lingering on his own worn clothes.

Rachael Fawcette Lavine
1732 - 1768
She was the mother
of
Alexander Hamilton
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Hope y'all enjoyed this.... Interesting... Chapter.

Common Sense was actually published on January 10th, so that's why that date is in there.

Also here's the actual gravestone of Racheal Faucette :3