Hamilton / Lams Oneshots

The Escape (Lams) [Capture AU?]

A/N: I haven't been feeling well at all lately, so please forgive me if these aren't as good or creative as they should be, I'm not even able to fuckin get up out of bed, soooo... bare with me.

When I woke up, there was a certain sting in my abdomen, so painful that it left me without air for a few seconds, and only after the initial shock passed and I became painfully aware of the world around me did I remember where I was. The floor of a cell, rough stone decking out all four walls, the ceiling and the floor, with only a door that acted as a light source.

With a quiet groan, I sat up and looked down at myself. I was still wearing the white shirt and dark pants that I had worn when I was knocked unconscious, but my coat was nowhere to be found. Cursing under my breath, I put my attention on the pain in my abdomen, lifting up my shirt to discover a large, reddish-purple bruise at my side.

A sound echoed down the hall, a key being turned in a lock, and then the sound of a door opening. There was no other sounds in the hallway, and I held my breath, anxious of what would happen. Slowly, the sound of steps resounded in the cold building, and I quickly flattened my clothing and stood up, not wanting to face whoever was coming while on the ground.

The footsteps stopped at the door to my cell, but I was unable to see who had arrived due to the window being at the very top of the door, and my heart dropped when the locks on the door where opened. I felt cold with fear, and even though I wanted to act strong, I subconsciously backed up into the corner, and though I wanted to scold myself for my cowardly behavior, my instincts got the best of me, and I stayed in the corner, frozen in place as the door opened.

My jaw dropped when the person became visible, before confusion went washing over me. Curly auburn hair, slim shoulders, freckles, and most importantly, the enemy's uniform. "Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens?", my best friend asked, his voice harsh. I stammered, unsure if I was even awake, but what had me anxious was the ice cold look on his face, one that I never thought I'd see him look at me with.

"A-Alexander, what's going on...?" I felt embarrassed when I realized that my voice was shaking, but my frozen state had passed, and I stumbled towards him in relief. He reached out to me, and I felt a weight lift off of my shoulders, all I wanted to do was fall into his embrace. He reached out further, and gripped my hair, making my heart drop. Letting out a yelp, I couldn't do anything as he threw me down to the ground. I hit the rock below me hard, my vision blurring from the impact to my head.

"Do not touch me." The voice came from above, my friend staring down at me with a cold gaze, no shred of sympathy anywhere in sight. I was so confused, desperately trying to find answers within his eyes, just wanting to know what I had done wrong for him to be cruel to me. Surely I must've said something that upset him, something bad that had made him reject our friendship. It felt like having an icicle stabbed through my chest.

He walked back to the door, looking around in the hallway and then shutting it from the inside, locking up with his key. When he turned back to face me, I shivered, watching him through a blur of tears in my eyes. "What did I do...?", I asked, quietly, uncertain with how I should react to any of what was happening. "I'm not your friend, John. I've never been."

I didn't believe the words, no, I couldn't believe them. To my horror, he pulled out a small pocket knife, and walked towards me, making me back away into the furthest corner of the room. Fear had taken over me, not only fear of getting hurt even more than I already was, but also the fear I felt knowing that that was my best friend standing in front of me, the one who had comforted me and held me through so many nights and breakdowns and tears...

He stopped, turned around to a corner of the room, where I could now see the camera watching over us. He walked up to it and pulled out a handkerchief, covering the lense. "Don't want to let them see what goes on in here. For legal reasons." After covering the covering the camera properly, being very cautious that he did in fact block the view completely, he started walking toward me quickly, and before I could hold it back I let out a whimper in fear.

There was a change in his expression, and he stopped in his tracks, looking down at me for a few seconds, knife in hand. There were tears streaming down my face, and I had discarded all dignity, cowering on the floor, scared and confused by the situation. "John..." Carefully kneeling down, he put his knife away, and I realized the look on his face was one of concern.

"Please, whatever I did to make you hate me, I can make it up... just please...", I sniffled, utterly overwhelmed, and he frowned. "No, John, the camera, and the guards, I had to get in here somehow. I'm not mad at you, I promise..." Carefully, he reached out to me. "I'm sorry, Jacky, I really am."

I hesitantly took his hand, and he guided me up, gently hugging me into his chest and stroking my hair. I let out a sob at the relief that I felt, though dazed and confused, the warmth was all that it took for me to melt. "Sssh, it's okay, it's alright... did I hurt you? I really didn't mean to..."

We both flinched when the door in the hallway opened again, and he cursed quietly, quickly pulling me up on my feet, making a painful pang go through my head at the sudden motion. With a firm yet very gentle grasp, he pushed me in front of him, taking both my wrists and locking them in place behind my back. The footsteps came closer, and I felt the cool blade of his knife against the side of my neck. I bit my lip and put on a bitter expression, which wasn't challenging as the entire situation made me tense to my core.

He walked me to the door just as the footsteps stopped in front of it, and turned the key. When the door opened, I came face to face with an older man that I didn't recognize. He grinned at the sight of me, which gave me a sinking feeling of shame, and I instinctively held my head higher. "Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens. It's a pleasure to meet you, especially like this, though it seems to be quite unfortunate for you." He laughed, and Alexander tightened his grip on me, knowing I would throw a punch if I could.

"Who are you, if I may ask?", I asked, through gritted teeth, making sure that he knew just how unimportant he was. The man grimaced, I had seemingly hit a spot, and he glared. "No you may not. Move along", he barked and went fleeing down the hallway, I was surprised at the fragility. Alex quickly pushed me into the opposite direction, and I obeyed, letting him take me down narrow hallways and stairs. When he opened the final door, bright sunlight fell down on the two of us, and for a few seconds I was completely blinded. "Keep moving", he whispered to me, his voice soothing and gentle, reassuring me of his presence.

We walked away from the door, along the stone wall, and my eyes slightly adjusted to the light. We were walking in a courtyard, with a wide path leading towards an exit, which he was now hastily nudging me towards. As soon as we were close enough to the exit, he let go of my arms, and we bolted through the gate, running towards the street. I could hear a voice shouting in the distance, but my worry quickly faded when I realized it wasn't coming from behind, but instead from behind the treeline. The closer we got, the more I could make out the group standing in the safety of the trees, horses with a few men holding the reigns and waving their arms towards us, I could make out my friend Lafayette and General Washington.

We arrived at the group, I got to feel my weakened state in action as I gasped and coughed for air, my lungs burning. Alex wrapped an arm around me and steadied me, just enough to that I wouldn't fall over and had a warm support. "Come on, boys, we have no time to loose!", Washington reminded us. My friend let go of me, and we mounted, just in time as yells from the background started to get loud. We never saw the other men, as we were gone before they could even come through the gate.

That evening, I was lying in bed, my head in Alex's lap, who was very gently stroking my hair, making me nearly fall asleep. His hand felt almost soothing, with my head still hurting from it hitting the ground, it was a welcome comfort. We sat in silence, and I closed my eyes to be more comfortable. Drifting off, I felt calm, the incidents of the day already drifting away from my thoughts. "I love you", I muttered, and the hand in my hair went still. "What did you say...?"

I turned my head and looked up at him. "I love you, you're my best friend." He looked confused for a second, concern washing over his face. "I thought..." "Hush, I'm kidding. I love you, for real." He sighed, and glared, and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Payback."