While George is on his deathbed, his former right-hand man and he talk...their last talk.

The time gaps aren't accurate I just made shit up like always xD

Angst timeeeeeee

Alex swallowed as he entered the room, hating how still George looked on the bed.

'He's just asleep. He's just asleep'

He carefully made his way to the edge of the bed, "George. George, it's me." He called out.

Washington's eyes shot open at the voice. The voice of his son.

"...Alex..?"

Alex let out a noise that could only be described as a half sob-half laugh.

"Yeah, hi."

George smiled softly, "Hi."

Alex forced a smile, his heart racing, George could die at any moment.

"Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"I missed you."

Alex closed his eyes and bite back a wave of tears that were threatening to fall. "I missed you too," he whispered, head hanging.

"Oh, my boy...no...don't cry." George's hand came up to cup the boy's cheek.

Alexander leaned into the touch. A small sniffle left his nose as he avoided eye contact with his father figure.

"Don't-...don't go." It sounded like a pathetic whimper more than anything.

George shifted slightly, causing himself to wince in pain, and hooked a finger under the boy's chin.

"Alexander." Alex looked up at him. Broken eyes meeting incredibly tired ones.

Because well, George was tried; he was old, sick, and well, he was ready. It was his time.

"I'm sorry...but it's my time, son."

Alex shook his head rapidly. "No no-...you can't go! Please! I-...I don't want you to go! Don't go!"

"Alexander." George snapped. Causing Alex to flinch back slightly.

George sighed, "Please...don't make this harder, love."

Alexander's eyes filled with tears in an instant, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...dad...I'm so sorry." He sobbed. Finally allowing himself to cry.

George moved his hand from the boy's chin to his shoulder, pulling him forward. He cradled the shaking boy against his chest. Despite the pain it caused him.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, dad. Please. Please don't go. I love you." Hamilton cried.

"I'm-...so sorry." Is all George said. His breathing slowed down with every passing second.

Alex just sobbed harder, "don't apologize! Please!" He cried. He'd completely lost control. George was going to die. His father was going to die.

His hands were clinging onto the man's shirt and his face was buried in the crook of his neck. He looked so much like a small child, that it hurt Washington's heart.

"Alex-...my son. I need you-...you to listen to me." George's voice was now barely above a whisper.

"Yes, yes of course dad. Anything!" Came the broken response.

"Promise me...you'll take care of Martha. That you'll take care of your wife and children. That you won't do anything so extremely stupid that I'll have to come back here and haunt you because tru-trust me, young man...I will." George had to take a breath, his voice becoming softer as he spoke his next words,

"Promise me, that you'll never forget how much I love you, my son. Th-that I'm so very proud of the man you've become. Live a long life, my boy, and when you're time comes...I'll be there." By the end of his speech, George was struggling to breathe. Alex could feel it. This was the end.

Alex buried his face further into George's stomach, feeling the slowing heartbeat under his ear, "I-...I promise, dad. I promise. I love you, I love you, I love you. I'll make you so proud, dad. I promise. I love you so much."

George smiled and allowed himself to close his eyes. The light of the other side taking him away.

Alexander felt it; he felt the exact moment his father's heartbeat stopped. And he sobbed. He sobbed so hard it hurt. His chest felt like it could burst and his head throbbed but he didn't care. He screamed. Screamed his throat raw.

Martha rushed into the room, she'd already had her goodbyes with her beloved husband. Her heart broke at the sight. She carefully pried the weeping boy from his father's corpse and held him tightly.

The two stood in silence and Martha knew, this would be the moment that broke Alexander.

The boy was a mess; clinging onto her like a lifeline and murmuring a steady rhyme of 'no no no no no' against her neck.

"Alex...Alexander, my dear, Deep breaths. You're gonna hurt yourself." she mumbled.

He tried to listen, he really did, but he just couldn't calm down.

His father was dead.

And it hurt.

2 weeks later

The funeral was miserable. Ever since George's death, Alexander was a changed man. He was colder. Barley talked to anyone.

Eliza couldn't help but notice, that throughout the whole funeral, Alex didn't shed a single tear.

He just stared blankly ahead. When it was his time to give a speech he disappeared. Eliza didn't see him again until way later that night.

He never cried. He hadn't since the day George died. He never truly mourned.

Until Phillip died.

8 years later

Alex stood at the foot of the grave. His father's grave.

"I hate you." He spat out, he didn't mean it, but he wished he did. Being angry is so much easier than being sad. He wanted to hate George. He really did.

"You promise you wouldn't leave. You promise!" He shouted at the stone.

"Do you know how badly I need you right now!? My son is dead. First you, then Pip." He paused as suddenly, his body felt too heavy on his legs. He collapsed to the ground in front of the grave.

"I just-...miss you so damn much." And for the first time in years, he cried.

He rested his forehead against the grave. Felt himself shake as he finally grieved the man. The man who made such an impact on his life.

"God-... I miss you." He wailed. He wanted to feel his father's arms around him. In that tight, warm embrace of his.

Oh, the things he would do to hear the older man call him 'son' again. Just one last time. That's all he wanted.

"Keep...keep Phillip safe for me, okay?"

The stone didn't answer. Though Alex knew, that somehow, George was listening. He knew. He always knew everything.

Death couldn't stop that.

2 years later

Alex opened his eyes, strange, with a gasp. The duel with Burr...Burr has shot him. Eliza and Angelica had been by his side, both women weeping as he felt himself getting pulled to the other side.

'Is that what George felt like when he died?'

And speaking of the devil, there he was. George Washington in all his glory. He looked younger than when he passed. More like the commander Alex served under during the war.

Alexander couldn't lie and say his eyes didn't fill with tears almost the moment he saw him.

"Son." Came the low yet soothing voice that Alex had missed so dearly.

"Dad." Alex choked out. And in a flash, he was in the man's arm

George nearly lifted the shorter man off the ground as he held him as tightly as he could.

"Alexander." He mumbled over and over, placing a kiss atop the boy's head.

"Daddy." (I swear to god, if y'all make that dirty, I'll hunt you down) Alex cried. Clinging to him and burying his face in his jacket. Taking in the comforting scent that is his father.

"Oh, my sweet boy. My sweet baby boy." George was crying as well, Alex could hear it in his voice.

The two embraced for a long time, neither willing to let go. Not after all the years separated.

George spoke first, still not ready to let his son go, "You-...you promised me you'd live a long life, Alexander...how-...how could you!? Go off and duel Burr like a fool!?"

Alex sobbed in response, he could hear the disappointment clear as day in George's tone and he hated it. "I'm sorry Dad. It just...it's hurt so much since you've been gone...then Phillip and...I couldn't take it. I'm sorry!"

George hated that he was angry at the boy. But he was. Furious really. Alex knew he'd die in the duel. And yet he still agreed.

Because the idiotic boy couldn't swallow his pride for 5 fucking minutes.

Though, he wouldn't yell at him, couldn't yell at him, not right now, probably not ever. It'd been 10 years since he'd seen him. A whole decade.

So he simply placed another kiss on the top of the boy's head and let out a sigh.

The two stood in silence. So much to say, nowhere to begin.

"I missed you...so much." Alex broke the silence. Carefully pulled himself away from the warmth to look at his father's face. It was just how he remembered it.

George smiled softly at him. Hand coming up to cup his cheek, "I missed you more."

Alex chuckled, "uh-huh. Sureeeeee." He tried to joke, his sobs slowing down into small sniffles.

"You still have some damn explaining to do young man," George mumbled angrily, referring to the duel with Burr that ended with his son's death.

"I know. I'm sorry." Came the response. It wasn't much. Or enough. But for the moment, it would do.

George grumbled and pulled the boy back into his arms. 

"Heh, sorry he says." He mocked.

Alex closed his eyes, resting his head against George's shoulder. I'd be okay. Everything would be okay. Dad was here now. Dad made everything okay.

That was a fact.

Idk I just felt like killing George again. It's fun making Alex suffer.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed that crappy ending.

Love y'all. Have a great week!