George gets shot and Alex is not happy about it

Hamilton panted as he hid in his tent. It was an ambush. No one expected it. No one was prepared. 

But alas, in war, there is no time for preparing. Everyday you gotta be ready to fight for your country. To die, for your country.

Alexander was more then willing to do that. He just wasn't willing to watch the people he loved, die for this country. 

When he heard the soldiers around him scream and yell out he didn't think much of it, till he heard a sentence that made his blood run cold.

"The General has been shot! The Redcoats are retreating, call a medic." 

Hamilton froze. Fear swelling up in his stomach. He bolted out of his tent, pushing past the crowd of people. 

As he approached the front of the crowd. He was ushered away (🎶I walk towards him, but I am ushered away🎶) by the medics. 

"LET ME GO! PLEASE! I NEED TO SEE HIM!" 

The medics looked back at the General who was bleeding out on the ground.

Said man looked up at the sound of his right hand man's voice. 

"Le...let him go." 

The medics did as they were told and Alexander fell to his knees by George's side. 

"Dad." He whispered. 

Surprise overcame the surrounding soldiers and George's features. But then a small smile. 

Alexander began to hyperventilate. 'No no no, he already lost Laurens. He can't lose Washington as well.'

George reached out a shaky hand and Alexander grabbed it. Holding it tightly to his chest. "Do-...don't leave me...please. Dad, dad, please!" He begged, letting out a weak sob.

At that moment George felt his heart shatter. He never wanted to see his boy cry, especially not because of him. 

George knew in that moment, that he had to pull through. For Alexanders sake.

He was not going to let his boy bury him. The medics pulled Alexander away from him.

"Mr. Hamilton sir, we can't help him if you don't move!"

Alex complied. Lafayette ran over to his side, taking his little brother figure in his arms.

Alexander completely broke down right there. He was scared, no, terrified. And he wasn't scared often.

Laf just held him tightly. Leading him back to his tent.

"Wil-..will the General be ok?" He asked. Voice barely above a whisper.

Laf didn't want to lie, and he knew that Georges chances were close to non. But how do you tell someone who's already lost so much that his father figure is on death's door?

He just went the safe route, "Hopefully Alexander, we can only hope."

Hamilton didn't seem satisfied (🎶HE WILL NEVER BE SATISFIEDDDDDDDDD🎶...sorry I'm done) with that answer, but knew it was the best he'd get.

He redunctically nodded and closed his eyes. Falling into a light sleep. One of those sleeps where you simply close your eyes for a moment and then wake up hours later, but have no memory of falling asleep.

He woke up to more yelling, great.

But once he made out what they were all saying it was so worth it. 

"The General's alive! He's alive!" The soldiers called out.

Alexander had never run faster in his life. He ran to the medics tent. Not stopping when he heard Lafayette call his name. He just ran.

He busted into the medics tent. Trying to catch his breath.

"Is-..is he alright doctor?" He panted out.

The doctors glanced at each other and for a second Alexander felt his heart drop.

But then one of them smiled and nodded. Signaling for Alexander to follow him. He did eagerly.

He smiled for the first time all night once he saw George, lying in the bed, reading some papers, Alexander's papers to be more specific. Even when he could literally die at any moment he's still reading over his right hand mans papers. 

Alexander wasted no time, he ran to the bed and hugged his father figure tightly. Which was quite difficult since George was lying down.

"Oof-..Alexander...my boy, it's good to see you too but please get off of me. You're crushing me." George whispered fondly.

Alexander shook his head no. Normally he always listens to the general without hesitation, but at this moment he wasn't quite ready to let go yet. Feeling that gut feeling that if he let go, he'd lose him. He knew it wasn't true of course. But you can never be to cautious.

George seemed to sense it though because he smiled fondly at this boy. 

They stayed like that for a long time. Alexander listening to George's steady heartbeat.

"I-...I thought you were a goner." Alex whispers. Finally pulling away and sitting on the edge of the bed.

George gave him a small smile. "Can't get rid of me that easily Alexander." He said, fondly ruffling his boys hair. 

Alexander attempted at a small smile. But found himself dissolving into sobs. 

George's eyes widened, "Hey, hey...what's the matter?"

Alexander shook his head. "I thought I was gonna lose you! You can't do that to me!" He shouted. 

George gave him a sympathetic look. Putting his hand to the back of Alexander's head and pulled him forward. Letting his son rest his head against his chest.

Alexander curled against him and gripped his shirt tightly in his hands.

"...Dad..." He whimpered. Tears leaking from his eyes as he looked up at him. 

George shushed him gently. Holding his boy impossibly tighter to his chest. 

It took awhile but eventually Alexander's sobs slowed down and he looked down in embarrassment.

"Sorry.." He whispered, pulling away from the hug. How pathetic did he have to be to break down sobbing in front of his general because he was scared the man would die?

George smiled at him softly though. He fingers raking through the younger man's hair. "Nothing to be sorry for son."

"Not-...notcha son." Alexander whispered. A small, fond smile on his face.

"Well of course not." George replied sarcastically. Pulling his boy in for another hug which Alex took eagerly.

And if Lafayette was watching from outside the medical tent smiling at the father-son duo...well, you'll never know.

Lol, I started writing this a while back and finally decided to finish it :)

Hope you enjoyed and look, I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE OFF! AREN'T Y'ALL PROUD OF ME :D

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