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Go to sleep | Alexander

Time: past
Alexander's age: 23
Washing machines age: 44
Context: it's Alexander Hamilton. What do you think.

Third person narrative:
"Alexander, go to bed!" The general was starting to get frustrated with his right hand man.  "No sir, I think I'll stay up for now. I'm almost done." Alexander muttered, not looking up from his paper.  "Hamilton, you cannot function without sleep. Now. Go. To. Bed. Don't make me tell you again." A part of Alexander did feel threatened, but the smarter (or dumber, really) part of him knew Washington wouldn't do anything. What's he going to do, lecture him on the "importance of sleep" for fifteen minutes then leave? Alexander didn't care.  "Sir, with all due respect, I'm not going to listen to a word you say and I'm going to keep writing letters to Congress. You asked me to do this, now you say no. Pick a lane." He said the last part under his breath.  "Excuse me? Son if you don't go to bed right now I'm taking your quill and I'll write to Congress myself. I'm being serious." "Speaking of sleeping, sir why aren't you asleep? It is so late after all." "Clearly the lack of sleep is affecting your ability to think, or whatever is left of that part of your brain, because you do not speak to your commander like that. Now hand over your quill and those letters. Now." "No way, I'm just doing my job." "Okay, I'll do it myself then." George Washington walked over to Alexander desk and took his quill and a stack of letters.  Alexander tried to fight him away, but he was too tired to move his body off the chair.  Washington chuckled and started to leave the tent. "Go to bed Hamilton, you'll get these back when you have a healthy sleep schedule."  And on that note, he left.  "Who does he think he is, taking away my life's purpose like it was nothing. Well I'm not going to bed. Hmmf."   Alexander thought.  He made his way to his cot and pouted on it for a while. Anything but sleeping.
He ended up passing out at 5 am and getting woken up at 7 by John Laurens and Hercules Mulligan. Two hours. Wonderful.
"Sir, I slept great. May I please have my stuff back?" Alexander said as he walked into the general's tent.  "Well Alexander how do I know that tomorrow you'll stay up all night writing? You need to fall asleep at a good time and get used to it. So, no."  "sir, I mean this as politely as possible but you're never going to have my writing skill. Congress will notice a difference."  "Dammit. He's probably right. At least about congress." Washington thought. "Alexander how long did you sleep? You have dark circles under your eyes." "I- uhh... 7 hours?" Washington gave him the "you're lying" face. "Alex, as believable as that is, I know you're lying. Now you can sit out on training today, I want you to sleep." "I'm good sir, I feel fine." "it wasn't an offer. Now if you don't go over to your tent and sleep, I will carry you over there and that would probably embarrass you. So pick one."  "fine. I'll go to bed." Alexander rolled his eyes and stormed out.  "If he thinks I'm actually going to sleep, he's tripping on something. I don't sleep. That's my whole thing." Alexander just laid on his cot for a while. It was uncomfortable, but he's had worse.  "God, I just want to be writing right now. I don't need this shit. I'm not some troubled teen, I'm a grown man who can make his own choices. Who does Washington think he is, my dad? Ha I wish- wait what? No. No I do not. Where'd that come from? Whatever, I'm going to take back what's mine. After I rest my eyes for a minute. Just one minute though."  Alexander thought before closing his eyes.

Thirty minutes later

Washington decided to see if Alexander was actually sleeping.  To his surprise, he was out cold.  As Washington turned to leave, he bumped into John Laurens.  "Oh- Sir I'm sorry I didn't mean to- I just want to talk to Lexi-  I mean Alexander, is he okay?"  "he's sleeping, which he really hasn't been doing." John looked surprised.  "Oh, you don't know- never mind. If Alexander didn't say anything then it must've been for a good reason. I'm just gonna go now." Wash grabbed John's wrist.  "John. Tell me right now. Why doesn't Alex sleep?" His eyes seemed to burn through John's deepest secrets.  "I- sir, it's his personal business-" "and I'm pretty much his dad. Tell. Me."  "He- he has frequent nightmares, alright? That's why he distracts himself by writing. Don't text him that I told you."  "Thank you John. This stays between us, but if I have to I will talk to Alexander. For now, is there anything else that I should know about him?" "Uh yeah. He totally sees you as a father figure. He won't even admit it to me, but he's accidentally called you dad in our conversations. Again, I'm really sorry I told you, just don't let him know. Please, he'll probably shoot me or something." Both men laughed.

A week later

"Sir, can I please have my stuff back? I go to sleep at 11 and wake up at 7:30. That's healthy! Please?!" Washington smiled.  "Alexander, I will monitor you at night to make sure you sleep. But yes, here's your stuff." "Oh my gosh thanks da- Sir. Thank you sir." Washington couldn't hide his smile.   As Alexander was leaving, he heard the general's voice call out to him.  "You were right son. I really will never write like you." Alexander smirked. "Told you so. Also, don't call me son." And with that, he left the tent with a big smile.

So how do y'all feel about John Laurens, Mr Alexander Hamilton's boyfriend, spilling his secret? Traitor or protecting him?