Hamilton Imagines

Letters - Lams

For aFabcatt, who requested a Lams imagine.

John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton are best friends. They write letters to each other constantly. They have to be in different places when they fight in the battle of Yorktown, but they promise to each other that they'll write letters to one another the moment they get home.

Hamilton had just come back from the battle. Exhausted, but proud that he'd won, he comes home, greets Eliza, and goes into his office. He begins to do what he does best- write. Smiling, he sits at his workspace, writing the letter that he promised Laurens. Suddenly, there's a knock, followed by Eliza entering the room.

"Alexander, there's a letter for you that just arrived. It came all the way from South Carolina."

Flashback

"Be sure to write when to me when the war's over, Laurens. I can't stand to not be able to hear from you."

"And if I don't make it?"

"There's only one way you wouldn't, so I'm going to tell you right now. Laurens, do not throw away your shot." 

Present

"The letter's from John, I'll read it later."

"Actually, it's not. It's from a man who goes by the name of Henry Laurens."

"Then please, read it."

The words Eliza spoke stung like daggers, but not as much as the words that followed.

"On Tuesday the 27th, my son was killed in a gunfight against British troops retreating from South Carolina. The war was already over. As you know, John dreamed of emancipating and recruiting 3000 men for the first all-black military regiment,

His dream of freedom for these men dies with him."

Alexander's face immediately gives an expression of grief and absolute sadness.

Eliza notices this, and asks "Are you alright Alexander?"

He remembers how deeply he loved Laurens. More than words could describe. He wished that they could be together, but he never had the chance to tell him that. It was too late now.

Hamilton lets a single tear fall down his face, and says nothing for a while, until he finally mutters,

"I- I have so much work to do."

Immediately he resumes writing, but not the same writing that he was working on. He grabs a new paper and writes,

"I feel the deepest affiction at the news we have just received of the loss of our dear and inestimable friend Laurens. His career of virtue is at an end.... I feel the loss of a friend I truly and most tenderly loved, and one of a very small number."

While he's writing, he continuously remembers one night where him and the other revolutionaries were at a bar, singing.

Another tear rolls down his cheek as he faintly sings to himself.

"Tommorow there'll be more of us...."

Dodges flying fruits that are being thrown at me sooo, yeah. If you've got a request for a ship or an X reader, dm me or leave a comment. I'm gonna go before people start throwing knives.