Hamilton Oneshots and Short Stories!!

53: Angst, Fluff, Jamilton

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"Alexander, come back to sleep," Thomas said softly.

"I have an early meeting out of town," Alexander told him gently.

"It's still dark outside," Thomas pointed out, worried.

"I know. I just need to write something down."

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

"I promise, dear, I'll be alright. Go back to sleep," Alexander murmured.

"Fine. Please, get some rest," Thomas worried.

"I will."

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Alexander stared at the gun in Burr's hand.

The ten seconds seemed to take forever as Alexander stood stiffly.

He raised his pistol at the sky.

"WAIT!"

Pain exploded in his gut.

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"Thomas! THOMAS!" Madison knocked urgently on the door.

"Jemmy, it's five in the morning, what's wrong?" Thomas asked groggily, opening the door.

"Alexander Hamilton is dead. Burr shot him."

Thomas froze. His knees buckled. Madison caught him before he could fall, easing him onto the ground.

"No... that can't be," Thomas whispered.

"I'm sorry."

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Thomas stared down at his gun. He slowly raised his hand, putting the gun against his temple.

One, small click and he fell to the ground.

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It was an unsettling feeling. It felt as if Thomas were floating. It seemed to be nothing and everything at once.

Eventually he felt something beneath him.

And Alexander was staring at him in shock.

"T-Thomas?" he stuttered.

"I'm here, baby, I'm here," Thomas rushed forward, tackling Alexander in a hug.

Tears cascaded down both of their faces as they tightly embraced the other.

"I'm never letting you go again."