Okay so laurens_ilikeyoualot wanted more Philip one shots so here you go...

Philip P.O.V

     Mr. George Eacker was his name.  His words disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd. I confronted him, and challenged him to a duel.  The problem is they don't exactly cover this subject in boarding school.  My heart raced, what have I done?

     I raced home.  I flung open the door mumbling to myself.

    "Philip! It's good to see you son!" My father a man of many words.

    "Pops, if you'd only heard the shit he said about you! I doubt you would've let it slide, and I was not about to!"  I was ranting but its' infuriating.

    "Slow down."

     "I came to ask you for advice,, they don't necessarily cover this subject in school."

     "Did you guys attempt to negotiate a truce?"  I shake my head.

     "He refused to apologize." My father bounced his head in thought.  "It's happening across the river in New Jersey."

     "Everything is legal in New Jersey." He mumbled.  I bit my lip awaiting his answer. "Okay, so here's what you're going to do.  Stand there tall, like the man you are.  When the time comes fire your gun in the air."  He looked at me with worry.

     "But what if he decides to shoot?"  He shook his head.

     "If he's truly a man of honor he won't shoot.  Promise me you won't, you don't want this young man's blood on your conscience.  Your mother can't take another heartbreak Philip."  I nodded quickly.

     "Okay I promise."  My father grabbed his guns.

      "Come back home when you're done." He handed me his guns.  "Take my guns, be smart, make me proud son."  He kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly.  I nodded and walked out the door.  I mumbled things to myself, as we rowed across the Hudson.  I got to the dueling ground.  Mr. Eacker was standing with his group.

     "Mr. Eacker!  How was the rest of the show?" I asked politely. He turned smirking, then ignored my question.

     "Let's go." We met in the middle.  "grab your pistol, confer with your men."  I nodded in agreement.

      "The duel will commence after we count to ten."  We turned away and went to go meet with our group.  Our seconds met to try to resolve the conflict, but neither prevailed.  I took a deep breath and prayed that Mr. Eacker would be a man of honor.

    We took our place, and I remembered my father's advice

One, look him in the eye,   

Two, aim no higher.

Three, summon all the courage you require

Four, slowly and clearly,

Five, aim your gun,

Six, towards the sky,

Seven, a thunder bolt cracked.  

           My side started burning.  I dropped my gun and fell to the ground.  I let out a blood curdling scream.  Many people rushed to my side, but Mr. Eacker?  He was smiling.  He chuckled and walked away from the scene.  I questioned everything that happened.  Did I count wrong?  I started crying.  Tears and blood mixed.  I coughed up blood.  People were touching me, trying to calm me down, but I couldn't stop screaming.  I screamed until my throat was raw.

         I felt a warm thick liquid pooling around me.  It got in my hair and coated my entire body.

        "Were going to row you back then take you into surgery." Someone said.  I couldn't tell who. I let my head hang.  I looked to the sky, and closed my eyes.

*   *   *   *

     My father used to tell me stories of the great revolutionaries he fought with in the war.  Marquis de Lafayette, a young frenchman who helped us win because of France.  He is still alive. Hercules Mulligan, a tailor's apprentice, a spy for the Americans.... He is still alive.  John Laurens,  my father used to joke and say how they were in love with each other.  He died during the war.  Mom and dad used to say that I looked like him, so they thought that Alex and John had me together. Ha... George Washington... President and my father's "father".  He died two years ago. 

     My father used to tell me "I imagined death so much it feels more like a memory"  I know what he means.  I might die.

 *   *   *   *

    I woke up later in the doctor's.  People swarmed me.  I was constantly in and out of consciousness.  I tried to move, but my side was burning.  I cried.  I didn't want to die alone.  I didn't want my parents to see me though.  I didn't want to leave my younger sister Angie, because she's too delicate of a flower to survive on her own.

I don't want to die.

   I mumbled.  Someone came by me and told me to calm down.

   "Where's my father?"  I choked out, and started coughing.  More blood came out.

   "He'll be here soon I promise."  The door slammed open.

   "WHERE'S MY SON!?"  Father!  I tried to sit up, but the doctor's wife held me down.  I heard murmuring in the other room.  My father burst into the room and came directly to my side.

   "Philip."  He gasped.  I smiled and let tears fall.

   "I-I'm sorry Pa."

   "Shh shh, it's okay. You did everything just right."  He stroked my bloody hair.

   "I was aiming for the sky Pa.  I was aiming-" I couldn't finish, I started choking on my blood.

   "Shh shh.  I know, I know.  Jus save your strength and stay alive."  He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood away.  I heard a scream and my mother raced in.

    "My son!"  My mother raced to my side next to father.  She stuttered on her words.

   "Mama!"  I smiled and coughed.  She grabbed my hands.  Her eyes were full of fear and worry.

   "My son.  My precious child." She cried out.

   "I-I'm sorry mama.  I-I can't play piano.  I'm sorry I changed the line."  She chuckled and smiled.

   "I know I know."  I coughed more.  Father raised me at an angle.  Angie burst in and pushed doctors out of the way.

   "Pip!"

   "Angie! My flower, my delicate flower."  I smiled and put my bloody hand up to stroke her hair.  She couldn't smile.  Only looked at me with regret.  "I'm okay flower.  I'm okay.  I'm sorry flower, I didn't mean to-"

   "Shh hush now.  Save your strength."  Her tears fell onto my chest.

   "S-stop crying little flower.  I'll protect you.  I promise.  I promise."  I lost consciousness.

*   *   *   *

   Several hours passed, and I was growing weaker.  I started to feel my eyes growing heavier.  I chuckled a little.  All three of them looked at me with shock and fear.

   "Mama. Remember when you taught me and Angie French?"  She smiled and grabbed my hands.

   "I do."

   Angie looked at me, "You promise me you'll stay to help me with French right?"  I looked at her tired eyes.

   "I promise my little flower."  I whispered.

   "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf."  I repeated the number back in French.  "Good."  She started again.  I started growing tired.  I have to make them proud.  I coughed.

   "Un..."  One.  "Deux..." Last.   "Trois."  Time.

Angie P.O.V

   "Trois..."  Philip coughed and stopped.  He closed his eyes and grew limp.

   "Sept, huit, neuf... Sept, huit."  Mom let out a loud scream.  I backed up from Pip...no... That's not Pip... That's a corpse.  A bloody corpse that looks like my big brother.  

    I ran.  I ran far away.

Away from mom.

Away from dad.

Away from the doctors.

Away from everything.

...

Philip is dead, he broke his promise.