George is falsely informed that his right-hand man, is dead. As he mourns the boy he doesn't realize that Alexander is actually very alive, and also very wet.

I'm pretty sure Charles Lee actually did like, see Hamilton fall into a river or some shit and was like, "Oop, guess he's dead, better go tell everyone lol" I don't know if it's actually true but I read that somewhere a while back lmao.

And if that's not true...pretend it is idk. This is FANFICTION leave me alone xD

Burr gulped as he enter the General's tent, this was possibly the hardest thing he'd ever done. Charles Lee had just reported Alexander Hamilton...to be dead.

Someone needed to tell George, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

"General Washington, sir." He saluted, bowing as George looked up at him.

"Burr. How can I help you?"

Burr swallowed, refusing to make eye contact, "Well umm sir...we just got word that Alexander Hamilton is um...dead."

The glass in Washington's grip shattered to the ground with a 'thud'

Washington stared at the ground, "what did you just say?"

Burr blinked his tears back. He himself would miss Alexander greatly. The loudmouth, idiot, was his friend. His best friend.

"I'm so sorry, sir."

Washington continued to stare at the ground for a few long moments. "Dismissed Cornol."

Burr nodded and eagerly left. All he could hear as he left was Washington's broken scream.

Burr had never run faster in his life. He knew Washington needed to be alone. He had just lost his son for god's sake.

Washington threw everything at arm's length from him. Huge sobs erupted from his large frame. He screamed as loud as he could. Hamilton was dead. Alex was dead. His son was dead.

His pride and joy. His right-hand man. His reason to live was dead. What did he have to live for anymore?

God, why Alex? He was so young, with so much to live for.

George fell to his knees, face buried in his hands as he shook with sobs. God no. This couldn't be happening. His son. HIS SON.

He grabbed the nearest alcohol and chugged. He needed to reduce the pain. This was unbearable.

He stayed like that for hours. Tears never stopped as he drank. And drank. And drank.

Nothing mattered anymore. Alexander was dead.

Except...he wasn't.

Alex sighed as he approached the camp, he was freezing cold and wet. He just wanted a change of clothes and a hug from George.

He knew something was up when everyone looked at him as though they were seeing a ghost.

Burr of all people ran to him and pulled him into a strong hug, "You're alive!"

Alexander raised an eyebrow but hugged him back, "yeah? Why wouldn't I be...oh god no."

Aaron nodded, "Lee said you were dead."

Alexander pulled away but kept his hands on his friend's shoulders, "Aaron. Please, please, please for the love of god...please tell me no one told the General." He begged.

Aaron looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, "oops..."

Alexander froze, "shit." He mumbled before running as fast as possible to George's tent, "I'M NOT DEAD, GEORGE, NOT.DEAD."

And what he found will haunt him forever, George was on the ground, sobbing his heart out, empty bottles of champagne scattered around him. His eyes were glassy and broken.

He looked up at Alexander and the noise he let out was a literal whimper. He just looked so...weak. So unlike the strong commander Alex knew.

Alexander's own eyes filled with tears at seeing his father figure in pain, "oh, George."

In a quick moment, George stood, his whole body shaking with every weak cry he let out.

"Alex...?" he mumbled in disbelief.

Alexander charged at him, enveloping him in the biggest hug he could manage, he himself was on the edge of a breakdown. But he couldn't. He had no right to be upset, he couldn't imagine the hell George had been living these past few hours.

Washington's shaky arms wrapped around him as though Alexander was his lifeline, "Alexander." He whispered. Pulling the boy impossibly closer, "My God, Alexander. My boy...my son...Alexander!" He cried. Hand dangled into the boy's hair and his other arm wrapped around him in almost a painful grip.

Alexander simply rubbed his back, "I'm here pa. I'm here." He mumbled. Guilt eating him away from the inside. What pain had he caused his father?

"I'm so sorry pa, this won't happen again! It was all a misunderstanding. I'm so sorry." He mumbled.

George just held him even tighter, not acknowledging Alexander's words, "You're alive. My boy, my-" His voice broke off as another round of sobs and Hamilton felt a few tears roll down his cheeks. He hated seeing his incredibly strong commander and father figure, break down like this.

"Pa, pa, I'm okay. It's okay."

George gripped him tighter, pressing his head to the top of his son's.

Alex could do nothing but rub his back as he rested his forehead against the much taller man's shoulder. It was shaking, no, trembling underneath him. "Pa please, I'm here. I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

He felt George trying to slow down his breathing, he succeeded after a few minutes and found the strength that to pull away from his boy. Still gripping his shoulders tightly. He examined the boy's face. Alexanders heart broke as he realized...Washington was memorizing his face. Every single freckle and wrinkle. After he was done he placed a lingering, shaky kiss to his sons forehead, letting out a half-sob doing so.

Alexander grabbed his wrists and pushed his forehead against his fathers. Their noses touching as both of them closed their eyes. "I'm so sorry," Alexander whispered softly.

"It-it's okay, son...I'm just...so happy you're okay." He choked out, voice full of grief yet also relief.

"This won't happen again, I swear," Alexander added sincerely.

George chuckled, a genuine smile forming on his lips, "yeah...it better not." And just because he was terrified of the fact that he might never have gotten to tell Hamilton, "I love you, son. So, so much."

Alexander felt a lump form in his throat, "I love you too, Pa."

George spared him a small smile before pulling away, hand cupping the boy's cheek. Washington sniffled slightly in an attempt to regain his emotions and Alexander felt like a horrible person. 

"You're soaked. Go-...go get changed." His voice cracked and Alex knew how much he didn't want him to leave him. Again. 

God this whole situation hurt his heart.

"I'll be right back," Alexander promised. George nodded and took a step out of Alexander's space. Watching as the boy left the tent in a hurry.

2 minutes. It was only 2 minutes till Alex returned. New clothes were on as he stood in the entry of Washington's tent.

The man was cleaning up the mess he'd made.

"Are you okay?" It was a stupid question, really. Did George seem okay? He'd just been sobbing his heart out over Alexander moments ago.

George stood and looked at him, offering another small, yet grief-filled smile, "I will be."

Alex nodded. He never left George's office. Simply fell asleep in one of the spare chairs George had.

And as bad as the older man felt, he couldn't find it in himself to move the boy. To deliver him back to his own tent. 

He needed him. And today only showed just how much. They were father and son in all but blood. He wasn't going to lose him. Not if he could control it.

Yay, short, shitty oneshot! I'm real good at those, aren't I! Lol. Hope you enjoyeddddddddd. Love you guys so much! Have a great week!