Another request by the amazing MochaMouse 

Thank you for the request! I hope this is to your satisfaction, my friend!

Also, a lot of things in this aren't historically accurate, not saying they are in my other oneshots but this one especially so bear with me here, aight 💀

James Hamilton is back in town, he's being a dick to Lil Hammy, WashingDad is NOT ok with it

James Hamilton looked around at the streets of New York (they're still in New York by the second act right?) A strange place. Some people were yelling and suddenly there was a paper at his feet.

He gulped down the rest of his beer and threw the bottle away. Watching it shatter. Before picking up the paper.

"Alexander Hamilton becomes George Washington's right-hand man once again, becoming the first Secretary of the Treasury" (Again, I have no idea what I'm doing but I believe that's correct. And if it's not, this is called FanFICTION for a reason xD)

James stared at the paper. Alexander. Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton. His son. Was working for George Washington! What the fuck!?

How the hell did that little bastard get a job with the first president? 

He groaned and crumbled up the paper into little bits. 

Time to find his son...and teach him another lesson.

It took a while but ultimately, he found himself in front of a huge building. This is it. He knew it.

Soldiers were guarding the entrance. One walked towards James. 

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This is private property."

"My son works here. I'd like to see him." James answers. Voice slurred as he was clearly very drunk. 

The soldiers shared a glance. "Who is your son sir?"

"Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton." James says. The amount of disgust in his voice was clear too all around. Like he was ashamed to have to even speak the young man's name.

The soldiers laugh as though this is all some joke. "Sir I think you must be mistaken. Everyone knows Mr. Hamilton is an orphan."

James grew angrier. "If you don't let me in, I will ruin you." He threatened. 

The soldier's eyes narrowed. "Is that a threat, sir?"

James smiled mischievously, "You heard me."

The soldiers charged at him. James somehow got around them and ran into the building. 

Looking around at the offices until he saw it, "A. Ham."

James opened the door and saw a young man, half-asleep over some papers, with ink smeared on his cheek and a jacket that was far too big for him which looked like a blanket. 

When Alexander looked up to see who was there, expecting it to be George getting his jacket back, and yes Alex was wearing George's jacket. He'd spilled ink all over his and besides, George's jacket was warmer anyway.

Fear instantly filled his eyes as he recognized the man in front of him. No no no no no! He'd thought he'd escaped this man a long time ago. 

"Hello, son." His father said. Evil and disgust leaking through every word.

Hamilton tensed and gripped the jacket on his shoulders a little bit tighter. "I'm not your son." He mumbled. 

"But you are," James replied, a smug smile on his face, it angered the younger Hamilton.

"No! You lost the privilege to call me son when you left! You left us!" He screamed.

James frowned and grew angrier, "Seems like you need to learn a lesson. Guess my teachings weren't enough." James walked closer and Alexander felt all confidence drain and backed away from his father as his father's fist met his face.

"HELP!" Alex yelled. As his father beat him again, "PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP! ANYONE!" 

Thomas had been walking by Alexander's office and heard his cries. He may not like Hamilton much, but the man sounded like he was in big trouble.

Jefferson ran to the only man who he knew would help. 

"MR. WASHINGTON!" He yelled, running into George's office, knowing damn well that the man was in a meeting.

"Jefferson, what is the meaning of this!?" George demanded. More than annoyed with the younger man who just intruded on his meeting.

"It-..it's Hamilton, sir. I heard him screaming for help. I think he's in danger." Jefferson blurted out. Trying to catch his breath. 

Washington froze. And then he ran, ran to his right-hand man's office. Knocking down the door and being horrified by the sight in front of him. 

A man was beating up his...his boy.

Said man turned around to see Washington. "Can I help you?" the man mumbled. George knew this man was drunk. He looked past him at Alexander, who was a sobbing mess. Clinging on to George's jacket.

George's heart ached for his boy, but his attention turned back to the older man.

"Who the hell are you!?" George ordered. Voice dark.

 Alexander whimpered at his father figure's meantone, even if it wasn't directed at him, he clung harder to George's jacket. Part of him wanted to run into the man's arms and never leave, but the other part of him wanted everyone to just leave him alone.

James walked towards Washington. Before punching the taller man in the face.

"NO!" Alex screamed. Fear for his father figure. James turned around the kicked him in the face.

George growled, ignoring the blood leaking from his nose. Grabbing the older Hamilton by the throat. "Don't you ever, ever touch him again! I will hunt you down, and I will end you." George yelled in the man's face, before throwing him across the room.

George calmed himself down before turning towards Alex. Who had already stood up and charged at him. Engulfing him in the biggest hug. "...Dad..." He whimpered into George's chest. George just shushed him gently and returned the hug. Holding his boy tightly to his chest.

James from the other side of the room felt rage build up at him at that. "What did you...you just call him!?" He yelled at his son. Trying to stand up but falling back to the floor against the wall.

Alex whimpered again and George felt protectiveness for the boy swell up in his stomach. But before he could answer Alexander was already talking. "I called-...I called him dad..because he's a better father than you ever were, and could ever be!" He yelled. His voice grew louder and more confident as he spoke. Looking over at his biological father while resting his head on his dad's chest.

George was taken aback not only by the compliment but by the realization that this man, the man who was just abusing Alexander, WAS ALEX'S BIOLOGICAL FATHER!?

Oh, that made George so much angrier. He was going to kill this man. He was going to shred him to little pieces (🎶THEY WILL TEAR EACH OTHER INTO PIECES, JESUS CHRIST THIS WILL BE FUN!🎶) and make him pay for all the suffering he caused the boy in his arms.

Alex must have sensed George's anger cause he tapped him lightly on the chest. George returned his attention to his son. 

"I'm okay now, dad," Alex whispered. Wiping his tears with his sleeve. "I promise." 

George nodded and called for security. Alexander stopped paying attention and just buried his head into George's stomach.

"Thank you, dad." He whispered. "for protecting me...and being better than him."

George smiled softly and placed a kiss on his son's forehead as the security dragged James out of there. "Of course son."

And then James went to jail and everyone lived happily ever after 😌

Lmao, I got lazy at the end xD

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