Requested by: MichaelaTheWordsmith
OC: Allysa Michaela Schreave

"And just what have you gotten yourself into now? Seems like you're busy getting yourself out of a mess you started."

Holding a basket of clothes to her hip, Allysa leaned over her husband's shoulder. She peered at the ink written words, only for a few seconds, before his hand gave her a little push away. He mumbled something under his breath but allowed a smile to crack through.

Allysa sighed to herself. "I didn't mean to offend you, darling. You-" He silenced her by resting a hand on hers, rubbing circles into her palm. With the other hand, he continued to write the letter.

"Aaron, you need to rest. Please." She hoisted the basket up further on her hip. Often times she grew worried by her husband's behavior.

When he didn't respond or even acknowledge her words, she snapped, "I'm trying to be of some assistance. If you can't recognize that, then you shouldn't have married me." She had crossed the line and knew it. The circles being drawn into her palm stopped.

Pushing back from the desk, her husband faced her. "Alright, you write this letter then. You seem to be more educated on the subject than I will ever be, so suit yourself, miss." He rose from the chair, holding a hand out to offer it to her. Allysa gave him a look of shame.

Just as he went to leave, she reached forward, grabbing his arm. "Was that really necessary?"

Aaron snorted. "It was as necessary as your need to interrupt me, my dear."

Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't even speak, backing away from her husband in shock. In the two years they had been married, she would have never imagined to hear something so cruel come out of his mouth. But she had lost track of everything she once knew about him.

On their wedding day, when they both swore to be there with each other in sickness and health, Allysa thought that was all true. She told herself how naive she had been to even believe he would do such a thing. Always finding excuses to run off and come back with an argument to start.

Noticing the betrayal written on her face, Aaron held out his hand. "I didn't mean-"

She cried out, "No, just say it! I'm tired of waiting for you to give me answers."

Burr took a step forward to his shaking wife, her features visibly cracking with every step closer he came. "Allysa." All he could manage to say was her name. But that wasn't enough.

Backing away, his wife dashed down the hall and out the front door. Aaron heard the door slam shut and he placed his head in his hands angrily. You've done it again, he told himself.

Time seemed to flash forward again. Allysa was done with all her husband's arguing. She made the decision to put her life on the line again, by disguising herself in battle. It felt so familiar to be running around, firing at men, and feeling the rush of blood in her veins.

She wasn't as young and slick as she once was, many years before. Bullets barely grazed her when she ran towards the redcoats. Lips pressed together, she fired the gun once or twice, screaming at them.

The one person she never would have expected to see was suddenly in her field of vision. Her husband. Aaron grabbed her waist in shock.

"Are you out of your mind?"

She could clearly remember all those months ago when he yelled that same thing at her. The blood had been stained on his jacket as he carried her to the medics. She wouldn't ever forget how he risked his own life for her poor choice.

Burr wasn't finished with scolding her. "You are a woman. This isn't the game you're supposed to play!" Another cannon was fired and both of them ducked.

Allysa was about to reply, when a shooting pain in her stomach made her collapse. Her husband knelt by her side and shouted, "Are you alright?!"

She groaned, holding onto him. "I think it's just the baby." Aaron froze in his spot at her words. Allysa blinked a few times, before realizing what she had said.

In all their arguing and disagreements, she had completely forgotten to mention her pregnancy. She had forgotten to mention a human was growing inside of her. Allysa let out another groan.

Aaron pulled her to his side. There was panics in his eyes. The situation has changed drastically. Not only was his wife on the field, but with their child. He frantically ducked her out of the way of cannons and bullets.

She didn't refuse, much to his thanks. But as he rushed her off the field, cursing silently to himself, he wasn't quick enough. A bullet pierced his side and Burr tumbled to the ground. Allysa screamed, "Aaron!" And then the world around him turned dark.

Burr stayed in the medic ward for only a week, before returning home. The one thing that brightened him up was the news of his wife's pregnancy. He had always dreamed of being a father and the moment had come. Waiting another nine months didn't seem terribly bad, considering the gift that was on its way.

Little did he know, those nine months would make him rethink everything. At early hours in the night, he would hear his wife crying on the edge of their bed. She'd just say it was the nausea and that he should rest. But he'd get up anyways, knowing they'd be up another hour, with him pulling her hair back as she puked.

Since he was spending more time at home, Aaron found more time to write. It helped him soothe his mind in all the excitement. He had been writing to Hamilton, getting fed up with the man's political views. The election had failed him greatly and he was becoming desperate.

Allysa often watched her husband write his letters. He always had a grim smirk on his lips as he allowed the pen to guide him. One afternoon she asked, "You seem impatient with your recipient."

He dipped the quill into the ink again. "I have gained a sense of hatred towards this man. For years we've meddled, but this might end it all."

She knew exactly who he was talking about. It hurt her to think they weren't getting along.

Two weeks later, after a long day of being alone, the door to the front of the house opened. Allysa placed her newborn in the crib, running into the hall. "Aaron!" She opened her arms wide for her husband, who shoved past her. She frowned, before following him down the hallway.

"I got your note this morning. Good heavens, where did you go?" Allysa mindlessly chattered on about their child and daily things that had happened while he was gone. She hadn't noticed her husband's blood stained hands and jacket.

"I killed him."

Allysa dropped the cup she was holding. The glass shattered into millions of little pieces on the kitchen floor. She gulped, "Pardon?"

Her husband repeated it, almost like it hurt to say. "I...killed him." Burr's face has clouded over in a way she hadn't seen it. But when her eyes fell upon the blood on his hands and jacket, her heart stopped.

Lost for words, she covered her mouth. Her husband, who she loved with all her life, had just killed someone. It struck her harder than she expected. "Who?!"

She didn't need an answer. Alexander. After all the letters, she couldn't have expected less. Her hands and body shook as he said the man's name slowly.

Allysa rushed down the hall to the living room, where their child was. The baby cooed as soon as it's mother entered the room. Burr hurriedly followed his wife. "I swear, it was just-"

She swooped up their child and shouted, "Just a mistake? You're telling me killing is a mistake?" Turning on her heel, she headed towards the door. Burr pleaded one final time.

"Allysa, please!" He grabbed her arm and she backed away, gaping at the bloody streak on her olive green dress. Looking back up at him, she shook her head several times.

"You've outdone yourself this time, Aaron."

And with that, she left her husband alone, wiener the guilt of murder hanging on his bloody shoulders.

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A/N: Thank you MichaelaTheWordsmith for the request! This was a while back, I had promised a second part to this, so here you are.