Revolution (Hamilton)

Another death

1801

"I'm going to work. See you tonight Lexy" I kiss Alexander shortly and sweetly. He pulls me back by my hand, continuing our kiss "Jeffershit and Burrlesque can wait" he growls, pushing me unto our bed. "Alex. I have to go to work" I protest , trying to get up from the bed. "Come on, do I have to tie you up again" Alexander seductively says, leaning over me. "Alex you can't just tie me up every time you want to have sex" I sigh, letting him kiss my neck. "You seemed to like it the last few times" he softly chuckles, massaging my breast with expert care, while his lips are still on my neck. "I have to go to w.." I let out a small moan when I feel his fingers quickly inserted in me. I finally give in and kiss him back, changing so that I am on top of him...

"Hamilton. Where were you" Jefferson asks, clearly annoyed. I stumbled trough the door half an hour to late, my cheeks still rosy and my ponytail slightly messed up. "I..I uhm.. I fell of my horse" I lie, fixing a few strands of hair that fell out of my ponytail. "Oh are you okay" Burr asks, a slight concerned look on his face. "Right. You totally weren't fucking the other more annoying Hamilton" Jefferson snickers and I see him high-fiving Madison under the table. I feel my cheeks get slightly hotter and I roll my eyes "I wasn't. And I'm okay thank you Aaron. Now let's get to work" I roll up my sleeves and sit down on a chair.

I wake up and Alexander is already out of bed. Sitting on a chair by my desk, he seems to be anxiously scribbling words down. Scratching his ear every few seconds or so, a nervous tick he developed over the years when he got really stressed. He would never show it in public though, that would show his enemies that he is actually human. "Hey Lexy. What's wrong" I get out of bed, putting my arms around him and giving his neck, sniffing the scent of coffee and caramel. "Nothing bee. Just a bit stressed" Alex whispers against my cheek. I give his chest a slight pat and get dressed in my signature blue suit. "Will you come have breakfast with me" I ask Alex, tying my shoelaces. Alex lets out a small "Yeah" and pushes away his documents.

"I'm going to work. See you tonight my love" I kiss Alex on the cheek and walk out the door. My guts telling me something is wrong, but I

don't know what. I shake it off and mount my horse, riding to work as always. "Hello Jefferson" I greet the president, stepping into a conference room. "Hello Hamilton" he greets me back without looking up from his papers. I immediately sit down at my desk and go to work, after a hour someone barges in. "I have an urgent letter for Deborah Hamilton" he waves a letter. I stand up and take the letter, as I read the words I almost fall over and I physically feel my face whiten. "I have to leave" I mutter, quickly grabbing my coat. "What's wrong" Aaron asks, also standing up from his desk. "Jimmy was shot" I quickly reply, running out of the room. I mount the horse faster than ever before, galloping towards the doctor. My thoughts whirling with things from his childhood, the first time he took steps. The first time he called my mommy, the first time he saw Ann and his little face lit up. He can't die, he is too young, too innocent. I still have to see him fall in love, get a job, have children. So much more memories we have to create, so many more birthdays. I'm supposed to be long dead, when he dies.

I barge into the Doctors. "Where is my son" I yell, grabbing a man, that I think to be the doctor. "He is in the other room, with your husb.." the doctor calmly states, especially considering I'm grabbing his collar and almost punching him. "Is he going to survive this" I ask, still yelling and holding him closely. "I'm doing everything I can, but the bullet entered just above his right hip and got lodged in his right arm" the doctor answers, I nervously get go off the doctor. He must have been so scared, how could this have happened. "The wound was already infected when they brought him in" he goes on, making gentle and reassuring hand movements. "Can see I see him" I ask, my clothes already drenched with tears. "Yes, he is right in there" the doctor points to a door behind him.