Hamilton Oneshots and Short Stories!!

51: Hurt/comfort, Platonic Jamilton

The cold was evident. It seeped into his bones, made his teeth clatter.

Yet everyone else looked fine.

It might have been because he was from the Carribean; the winters were never this cold there.

He tiredly argued with Jefferson until Washington put a stop to them.

"Gentlemen, that's enough."

Alexander sat down in his chair, thanking the lord.

"We will continue in the next cabinet meeting. Hamilton, a word," Washington said.

"Yes, sir?" Alexander asked once they left the room.

"Are you alright? You seem exhausted, and you didn't even fight with Jefferson," Washington worried. "You didn't even write."

"Oh, I'm fine, sir. Just tired," Alexander said. It was only a half lie.

"Okay. Get some rest, son."

"I will, sir."

-

The cold reminded him of his soldier days. The cold had been more blatant than ever with the lack of supplies.

He was walking home, shivering badly.

"Hamilton."

Alexander flinched, turning around.

"Jefferson? Madison? What do you want?" Alexander questioned skeptically.

"We wanted to offer you a ride home. You look like you're cold," Madison offered.

"I'm good."

"Okay, Jemmy, let's go-"

"I'm not leaving until he comes with us."

Jefferson raised his eyebrows.

"Why?" Alexander sighed.

"I'm your friend," Madison pointed out.

"Yes, because friends betray each other and switch to the winning side," Alexander sassed.

"Alex, I-"

"I think you've lost the privilege of calling me that. Fine, I'll come with you, but don't expect me to be happy about it."

"Good," Madison smiled.

Alexander noticed something and stiffened.

"Don't move," he commanded.

"What-?" Jefferson scoffed.

"Don't. Move. We're on the lake. On ice. It'll crack if we do."

Jefferson and Madison stiffened.

"Madison, slowly, go over there. Jefferson, go there. I'll move back," Alexander pointed at the spots for them to go to, slowly backing up himself.

Just then, Madison began coughing. Alexander saw the ice crack, and without another thought, he launched himself at Madison, knocking him out of the way and falling on the cracked ice, falling into the lake.

The cold hit him like fire. It poured into his throat, burning it as he choked.

He desperately tried to swim out, but he couldn't see anything. He was trapped beneath the ice.

He started feeling warm. He knew that couldn't be good.

Just then, hands grabbed him and lifted him our of the water. That's when the world went black.

-

Jefferson was worried.

He would never admit it, but he was.