Hamilton Oneshots and Short Stories!!

60: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Washingdad

Alexander Hamilton had daddy issues.

And he did know it. He flinched every time somebody called him 'son'. Because with whatever father figure, came abandonment.

And right now, Alexander was rushing through the halls of Washington's house in Mount Vernon.

Martha was close behind him.

"Alexander, please, calm down."

"No! He- he's not dead! He can't be!" Alexander screamed, rushing into the room.

"Alex," Martha whispered, watching from the doorway as Alexander grabbed Washington's cold hand.

"No! Wake up, wake up, please, wake up! Dad, please, wake up," Alexander sobbed. "Dad, don't leave me, please!"

Tears fell down Martha's cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Alex."

"No... no..." Alexander whispered, his vision blurred by tears.

He fell to the ground, sobbing.

-

"Hey, dad," Alexander's voice cracked as he looked at the grave. "I'm..."

He let out a sigh.

"Are you proud of me?"

Alexander's vision blurred with tears.

"I'm sorry," he laughed through his tears, "I wouldn't be proud if I were my son."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"I have a meeting at dawn. It's... it's a duel. I know you hate duels."

Alexander sighed again.

"I didn't really have a choice. It's against Burr. He wouldn't shoot me, though. It's not in his political interest to kill me."

-

He aims his pistol at the sky.

"WAIT!"

-

"Dad?" Alexander whispered, staring at Washington.

"Son," Washington whispered.

"Dad!" Alexander tackled Washington in a hug, sobbing. "I missed you so much."