HamHam gets drunk. Washingdad and himself get into a fight about smth dumb. Alex says some things he doesn't mean. Later George nearly dies and he and HamHam have a talk.

I swear every chapter my summaries get worse-

Alexander was drunk. That much was clear as day. George didn't know how this would go as he approached the boy. Carefully prying the glass from his boy's grasp.

"Alex? You best be going to bed, son." He whispered softly. Careful not to startle the boy who clearly hadn't seen him yet.

Alex's head snapped towards him, "I am not your son."

Washington was used to this statement, but something about the clear bitterness and anger in Alexander's tone broke something deep inside him.

"I-....of course, Alexander. I know that."

Alexander's gaze narrowed as he turned to face him. "No. I'm not sure you do know that." His voice slurred, showing how drunk he really was.

"You always call me son, you never let me do anything. This is my fight too, y'know. I wanna help fight it! And yet you keep me trapped in my office. I am not your son, General Washington. I never will be." Every word was true. And every word broke George's heart.

Was this truly how Alexander felt? And then Alexander said it, the one thing that would break the bond between the two completely, something that would ruin everything they had built over the years,

"I don't need you, George. So I ask once, get out." Alexander still glared daggers at him.

Washington's whole face changed, his eyes went from soft and warm to cold, and his relaxed posture went back into general mode.

Before Alexander could say anything else, Washington left. Without any words, not even a glance behind him, no. He straight-up walked out. Hurt beyond any stab or shot could ever.

Because everyone knows, drunk words are sober thoughts. (I actually don't know if that's true but from personal experience, I always have the deepest, most real conversations with people when they're drunk)

Alexander fell asleep sometime after that, he woke with a huge headache as he sat up. Looking around as memories came from the following night...he'd been stressed so he started drinking, and he didn't stop...George came to check up on him and Alex...yelled at him.

Alexander let out a gasp as he remembered the words he had spoken. Oh god no, oh god no.

He shot out of bed, running fast to the general's tent, not bothering to knock. George was sitting at his desk, book in hand. He looked up at his intruder and Alex froze, that look. George was looking at him like he would any other soldier. That's not how he looked at him.

"Hamilton. Can I help you?" He asked voice cold and Alexander had to stop himself from turning around and running out. That wasn't how George ever talked to him. He never addressed him by his last name. Oh god, Alex had really messed up this time.

Alexander gulped and looked down at his feet, "Sir...I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I know I said some things and-" George cut him off with a raised hand and glare.

"No. I thought about it and you're right. You're not my son. And you clearly don't want to be. I'm sorry to have offended you, Hamilton. Now I kindly ask for you to leave if that's all you needed to say." His tone was so cold. In all honesty, it terrified Alexander.

Alex nodded and bowed slightly, before taking his leave. He could feel the tears brimming his eyes and he let them fall. He had messed things up. Maybe beyond repair. Washington didn't deserve this. The man had treated him with nothing but kindness for years and he broke that. Just because he was drunk and wasn't thinking straight he ruined his general's trust in him.

What he said...it wasn't true. Well to a certain level it was, Alex wasn't his son. And he never would be. But he did love George like a father. Of course, he did. George was everything to him, and Alexander couldn't understand one thing he'd said while drunk, "I don't need you."

He did need him. He still needed him. And he would need him in the future. He slowly walked back to his office, head hung in shame. Some soldiers were watching him, just great. He was being pretty loud last night.

When Alexander finally arrived in the comfort of his office, he buried himself in his work, trying to also think about how to make this all up to George.

It was only an hour or so later when the shots were fired.

Ambush.

Alex quickly grabbed his gun, the one the General had given to him, and made his way outside.

George was already out and Alexander saw the quick flash of fatherly worry on the man's face before it returned to neutral, "Hamilton. To your office right now young man-" And he was cut off by Alexander's worse fear. Hamilton could barely register his own terrified scream as the bullet pierced right above his father's heart.

"THE GENERAL HAS BEEN SHOT!" Soldiers yelled. Alexander could only scream as he ran to the man,

"DAD!" The word slipped but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

Washington looked up at him with weak eyes, it was clear as day he was having serious trouble staying awake...and breathing. Though something changed once again on his face as he reached a hand out towards his boy, "...Alex.."

Alexader tried to take it but was pushed back by the medics. Alexander let out a weak sob as his general passed out from the pain. 'what if he dies? What if he dies thinking you don't love him because of some stupid things you yelled yesterday?' The questions swarmed his brain as he bit back another sob.

He ran, didn't know where to but he just ran. Until he found himself in George's tent.

George's jacket was there. Hanging on his chair. Alex quickly draped it over his shoulders, feeling the warmth and scent of his father still strong.

He plopped down in George's chair and closed his eyes, hoping that maybe, just maybe, when he awoke this would all be some cruel dream.

It wasn't.

He woke up the next morning to Aaron Burr of all people tapping him gently on the shoulder, "Burr?"

"Alexander. The general is requesting you."

Alex took a minute to process this information but practically jumped up once he did, "HE'S ALIVE? IS HE OKAY? BURR, IS HE OKAY!?" He shouted.

Aaron chuckled, "Yes Alexander, he'll live. Now c'mon-"

And Alex was already gone. Running full speed to the medical tent, "GEORGEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Washington raised his head, and an eyebrow, at the boy, "G'mournin to you too." He mumbled.

Alexander could care less about the bandages, he nearly tackled George with a hug, "I'm so sorry." He whispered against his shoulder, "I don't know why I said it. I do need you. Please...please don't leave." He felt the tears making their way down his face as it sank in that, George is okay. He would be okay.

The question was...would the two of them be okay?

And he knew the answer when he felt his father figure return the embrace.

"I'm not leaving, Alexander."

Alex smiled to himself and pulled away from the hug. Aware that it wasn't the most comfortable for his father.

George looked him over, god, the man was literally shot right above his heart, and here he was, making sure Alexander wasn't injured. "George, I'm fine." He mumbled.

George nodded. Smiling at his boy. Alex sighed in relief. The smile, the one for him and no one else, was back.

And boom. Here's your weekly chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm trying to write longer ones but motivation comes and goes so idk what to tell you.

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