Becoming a Founding "Father"- Historical Hamilton

Chapter Fifteen: An Aide-de-Camp

Distorted voices haunted my dreams again, all of them saying different things at the same time. Phantom touches riddle my skin and nothing makes sense again. It makes sense when I wake up, though. Too much sense, in fact- and somehow I knew, before he even entered my tent, that Alexander did something that I won't like.

"Washington wants both of us in the family."

Fucking called it.

"What the actual fuck, Hamilton," I say from the comfort of my bed. Alexander shrugs, but he didn't look guilty at all. "Did you not hear me yesterday?"

"Ah, yes I did- you stuttered like a maiden, and then made remarks about not getting enough sleep. Washington is not a patient man, so I made the best decision for all parties," he said.

Trying to ignore the sexist remark, I give him a look, and he just shot back a "what? We shall be working directly under his Excellency, this is great news!"

Well yes, but no. I don't want to fuck up the timeline any more than I already have- if it matters (hopefully not), but it's better to be safe than sorry- and George Washington being aware that I am a person in this army is not the best way to do that.

I sigh. "It is, I guess. I'm just... worried."

"You? Worried?" Alexander scoffs with a smile. "Since when do you ever worry?"

"Hey!"

"Is it the General?" He speaks as if he figured it out. "Are you afraid of him?"

"No," I instantly shoot back. I've heard that Washington is an intimidating man, sure, but I wasn't afraid of him. I'm still getting over the fact that Washington is alive and breathing and not some American myth, I didn't have enough time to start fearing him. "I'm not afraid."

Alexander took my quick answer differently, though. "Solomon, there is nothing to worry about. If you do not wish to speak with his Excellency- though I cannot fathom why, personally- you will not have to. He's a busy man."

"I have my reasons Alex- and yeah, I'd rather not. I have a feeling that I don't have that much of a choice on the aide-de-camp bit." I say as I finally get up, as Alexander nods for confirmation.

"Just a warning in advance- I happened to be asked of your signature and-"

"I don't have a signature." I cut him off.

"Well now you do." I pause.

"You forged my signature?"

"Yes." Another pause. "We leave in half an hour." And then he was gone. I groan, pissed, but, when I thought about it, not that surprised that he did that. He knew that I wouldn't agree, so he just made the decision himself.

"What the fuck, man..." I mutter under my breath, almost tripping on a sleeping Vaughan. Today's going to be a great day.

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"I cannot believe that you know not how to ride a horse!" Vaughan laughed at my despair as I clung to my horse for dear life. I didn't even bother snapping back at him, too afraid that the horse would just throw me off. "How the hell do children do this?"

"'Tis not that hard- you'll get used to it soon enough, sir." Both of us are in a field right next to camp, where all the other horses are let out for the day. After our successful ambush, we were given a free day, and after that me and Alex will be following Washington to his next place. On horseback.

"Oh my god, I never should've left home," I say with a sad chuckle. Vaughan's horse trotted around me, as happy as ever. "Then I wouldn't have ever met that little piece of shi-"