Modern Hamilton one-shot

*John's POV*

I put the children to bed. Alex and I adopted 3 in total. Philip, the oldest, Angelica, and Alex Jr. All of them were given to us by Eliza. She agreed to it. We let Eliza name the firstborn. She named him after her father, Philip Schuyler. When Angelica was born, Alex insisted on naming her after one of the Schuyler's. We agreed on Angelica. I named the third Alex Jr.

After putting them to bed, I made myself a cup of cocoa and sat on the couch to watch some TV in hopes of getting myself tired.

In the middle of watching Now You See Me, the TV suddenly changed into an important message. I immediately started to pay attention when they brought up Alex's name.

The screen changed to a room. One of the reporters was there. He was holding a thick packet. He started talking about it and turned it around so everyone could see what was written on the front.

The Reynolds Pamphlet by Alexander Hamilton.

"-tells of an affair our very own Alexander Hamilton had last summer with Maria Reynolds. It's stated that her husband, James Reynolds, knew of this affair and was using it to receive $500,000 from Hamilton-"

...

CRASH

The mug slipped out of my hands as my grip loosened.

Tears filled my eyes as I got up and turned off the TV, turning and walking to our bedroom. I froze when I noticed Alex already in bed and walked away.

I cleaned up the mess I made then grabbed a blanket out of the closet. I turned around to see Philip standing there.

Philip took one look at the blanket then my face and frowned. "Pa, why are you upset? I didn't hear an argument. All I heard was something break."

My heart broke and I looked down. "It wasn't a fight, Pip. Just go back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." I kissed his forehead and shooed him off to bed.

I made a little bed on the couch and lie down, taking out my phone and calling Angelica. I explained what happened and she went on a little rant, telling her sisters, who become angry and say they're coming over. Even though I protested, they showed up minutes later and comforted me.

I never realized how much I needed comfort until they showed up...

I ended up crying myself to sleep.

*The next day*

I started a fire in the fireplace and watched it for a while, clutching the letters Alex left in my locker in highschool, and the ones he left in my mailbox at my apartment building. Letters confessing his love. Ones just to say something nice. Letters that lead me to believe he was mine.

"John?" I heard Alex ask.

I closed my eyes and took a breath, back still facing him.

"I saved every letter you wrote me. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine. You said you were mine. I thought you were mine."

I got up and turned slightly so I could see him. "Do you know what Angelica said, when I told her what you'd done? She said, 'You have married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun'."

"John, that wasn't my fault! Reynolds tricked me and threatened his wife! You believe me, don't you?" Alex said, heading towards me.

"Don't!" I exclaimed, holding out a hand, causing him to step back, startled.

"Take another step in my direction. I can't be trusted around you. Don't think you can talk your way into my arms. Into my arms." I teared up and turned away, clutching the letters, before dropping some in the fire.

"John?!"

"I'm burning the letters you wrote me. You can stand over there if you want. I don't know who you are. I have so much to learn." I glanced at him, seeing the guilty expression on his face, before looking at the letters once more. "I'm rereading your letters and watching them burn. I'm watching them burn..."

"John, listen to me-!"

I turned away from the fire and walked past him. "You published the letters she wrote you. You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed. In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives..."

"John, Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison knew and I know they would've told everyone!"

"Heaven forbid someone whisper 'He's part of some scheme'. Your enemy whispers so you have to scream!" I threw my hands down, eyes squeezed shut. I relaxed and turned to him, seeing him watching me with a hurt expression. "I know about whispers... I see how you look at the Schuylers..."

"John-"

"Don't! I'm not naive. I have seen women around you. Don't think I don't see how they fall for your charms. All your charms!" I let the tears fall, clutching the letters tightly, the paper now crushed. I make my way over to the fireplace once more, dropping a few more letters in the fire.

"I'm erasing myself from the narrative... Let future historians wonder how John reacted when you broke his heart... You have thrown it all away. Stand back watch it burn..." I threw more letters in the fire, then dropped the rest on the ground, roughly tugging on my hair as tears fell.

"Just watch it all burn!" I turned to him, angry, watching as our kids walked into the room. Philip held Angelica and Jr. close as the Schuyler's stood behind them, angry as well. I looked back at Alex, seeing his upset and slightly scared expression.

"And when the time comes explain to the children the pain and embarrassment you put their father through!" I exclaimed, pointing at the children.

Alex looked and paled. Philip was glaring at him, upset. Angelica had tears in her eyes and Jr. looked away, ashamed. The Schuyler's didn't say anything, they just watched.

"When will you learn that they are your legacy. We are your legacy!" I yell, clutching my shirt as tears fell. Alex looked at me and tried to reach out to me but I pushed him away.

"If you thought you were mine..." I yell slightly, backing him into the bedroom. "Don't!" I slammed the door in his face.

I walked back over to the fireplace and picked up the letters, finding a specific one and throwing it in the fire. The letter confessing his love.

I watched it burn until it was ashes then crumpled to the ground, sobbing. The others came over to comfort me. Angie and Pip hugged me tightly as Jr. sat in my lap, wiping my tears away.

"I hope that he burns..." I sing quietly.