Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Type of oneshot: Angst/Fluff (Only at the end tho)
Timing: Hamiltime (With aspects of Modern (like stuff to do with injections))
Reader's Relations: Jefferson's daughter
Warnings: Blood, swearing
Other notes: This is basically a Hamiltime version of the last Philip oneshot I wrote, but I wanted to write it anyway, also I'm not sure whether hospitals existed at the tme but for the purpose of this oneshot, they do
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"Philp you can't do this!" I shouted, grabbing his hand to stop him leaving the room.
"He talked bad about my father. I cannot let it slide!"
"Your father can fight his own battles! Do not leave this room!"
"Why do you care anyway?" he asked, turning to face me and getting out of my grip. I growled and muttered to myself, "Father please forgive me for what I'm about to do," before I grabbed his collar, kissing him. Immediately, he dropped the two guns his father had given him in shock, but before he could return it, I broke off, grabbed the two guns from the floor and ran out of his room, locking him in.
I ran out of the Hamilton's house, thankful I'd brought my cloak with me, however, I turned it inside out so that the magenta would be on the inside, thankful my father had compromised and allowed me to have the inside a dark grey, as well as it covering all of my dress, so none of the fabric poked out the bottom. I pulled the hood over my head so no one would be able to tell it was me.
PHILIP'S POV
"(Y/n)! Let me out!" I shouted, banging on the door to my room, questioning how she'd managed to lock the door from the outside. Eventually I gave up, and flopped down on my bed, worry soaring through my whole body. That was when the door opened and I lifted my head to see John and William there, the latter on the former's shoulders, holding a paperclip.
"Thanks you two," I shouted to them, running out of the room and out of the house, "I'll be back."
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"Mister Eacker, how was the rest of your show?" I asked, lowering my voice and doing my best impression of Philip, something I was struggling with due to my southern accent. However, he didn't seem to notice as I haded him the gun, "I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go."
"Grab your pistol," I spoke to myself, slightly nervous, "The duel will commence after we count to ten!" I continued, looking Eacker in the eyes before we both turned around and started walking in opposit directions, "Look 'em in the eye, aim no higher, summon all the courage you require. Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky," I muttered, ready to shoot the sky. I was never going to have a guy's blood onmy consciounce.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7-"
I felt a sharp pain in my side and collapsed to the ground, as the doctor ran over. That's when my coak fell off and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Eacker's eyes widen in shock as he ran off, realising what he'd just done; shot (and in his mind killed) the daughter of the President (I looked this up, the duel between Philip and Eacker was 1801, therefore meaning Jefferson would have been president at the time).
I soon found myself loosing consciousness and my vision went black.
-------------------------PHILP'S POV
"Where is she?!" I shouted running into the hospital, "Where is (Y/n)!?"
"We apologise, sir, but we cannot let you see at the moment. The doctor's are still removing the bullet. Are you immediately family?"
I sighed, "No, I'm not... I'm a-"
"Where is my daughter?!" I heard a southern voice shout from behind me and I turned to see (Y/n)'s father, a annoyed but worried look on his face.
"Mr President! You have-"
"I don't care about that, right now, I want to see my daughter!"
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After a while, and an interrogation from (Y/n)'s father, a nurse came over to where we were standing, "Mr Jefferson, sir, we've managed to remove the bullet from your daughter's arm, however, she's lost a lot of blood and is very weak. Do you have any idea how she got shot?"
I started shuffling awkwardly, "That may or may not be my fault... Well, not really. I told (Y/n) of my plan to duel Eacker, and then she grabbed the guns from me and locked my in me room. She went to duel him in my place and by the time I got there, Eacker was no where to be seen and there was a doctor kneeling over (Y/n)'s body."
"I see," was all I got in response from (Y/n)'s father, but I put it down to the fact that he didn't want to cause a scene inside the hospital.
"You may come and see her is you wish," the nurse spoke, turning to (Y/n)'s father, receiving a nod in return.
YOUR POV
"(Y/n)!" I heard as I could barely keep my eyes open.
"Dad?" I managed to get out as he ran over to my bedside, something I found odd, as he didn't usually have time for me due to now being president was a very time consuming job.
I soon felt myself loosing consciousness again and I managed to get enough strength to hug him, "I'll say hello to mum for you." before I saw black.
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I woke up later, feeling a lot stronger than I had before. I looked to the side to see my father's curly hair, sprawled on the bed, his body moving in such a way that I knew he was crying. On the other side, I saw Philip standing there and scratching his arm in the way people would after an injection and I realised what he'd done; donated blood to me to get my strength back, which caused me to smile. As I turned back to my father, I started patting his hair to get his attention, which worked as his head shot up and upon seeing that I was awake, he hugged me again, "(Y/n), you're alive."
"Yeah, and I think you need to thank a certain someone for that," I replied, motioning to where Philip was standing, still scratching his arm. My father followed my gaze and sighed, "Young Hamilton?"
"Y-yes sir?" Philip responded, his head snapping up as he stopped scratching his arm. My father stood up and walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Thank you for saving my daughter's life."
"You're welcome, sir! She wouldn't be here if I hadn't told her about my plan, so it was the right thing to do."
"Philip," I muttered, still a bit weak, but loud enough to catch his attention, "Come here please." With a nod from my father, he walked over and I smiled, taking a deep breath, "Just so you know, that kiss I gave you to make you drop the guns wasn't just a distraction."
"O-oh? R-really?" he asked, as he started fiddling with his hair. I nodded, "Y-yeah, I know you probably like Theo, I just thought I'd tell you."
"Where did you get that idea from? (Y/n), the truth is, I've liked you since I met you, I just didn't say anything, causes you know, our fathers."
Before I had a chance to respond, he'd leaned down and kissed me, something I reciprocated immediately.
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More Philip oneshots! I'm kinda tempted to do another recount of the oneshots for each 'character'... to see how many I've done....
