Hamilton OneShots

It's An Honor To Meet His Son

(Philip Hamilton's POV)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven-

Click boom.

The bullet strikes me before we even get to ten. My gun was already aimed at the sky, then everything goes black...

"Philip?" I recognize that voice,

"Pa?" I open my eyes to find my father kneeling beside me, tears begin to stain his cheeks as his face and eyes are a bright red from crying.

"I did exactly as you said Pa, I held my head up high-"

"I know, I know... You did everything just right." He assures me.

"Even before we got to ten, I was aiming for the sky... I was aiming for the sky!" My voice cracks as I convulse in pain.

"I know, save your strength and stay alive." Suddenly a familier voice cuts him off.

"Is he breathing, is he going to survive this? Who did this, Alexander did you know?!?" I grab my mothers hand and she comes down to my level.

"Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me."

"My son," she says softly.

Memories begin to flood my mind.

"We played piano..."

"I taught you piano."

A slight smile forms on my face as I remember sitting next to her, and

"You would put your hands on mine."

"You changed the melody every time..." Her voice cracks as she fights back tears.

"I would always change the line," my smile starts to fade.

"I would always change the line..." More pain, more tears.

"Shhhhh... Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, seis, sept, huit, neuf." She sings the familier tune, and I continue.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, seis, sept, huit, neuf."

"Good, un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, seis, sept, huit, neuf."

"Un, deux, trois-" and just like that, my voice leaves as I myself am taken by the darkness of death. The last thing I hear is my mother's pain-filled shriek and I feel my fathers tear fall gently on my face.

I'm gone.

After death... In the afterlife.

I stumble around a bit before I see a man walking around. He looks strikingly like me, his hair pulled back, and he dawns a blue general jacket that used to be worn during the revolution.

Then it hits me... Rich copper freckles, chartreuse eyes, curly brown hair. This man was my fathers best friend during the war, John Laurens, I believe his name was.

He must have noticed my staring, as he walks over to me and gently speaks.

"What landed you here young man?" A slight southern drawl is prominent in his voice.

"I-I uhh, I was in a duel..." I admit.

"You don't look much over 18 my friend."

"I'm 19..."

"That's much too young to die, you poor thing! What ever could have caused a fine man like yourself to die in a duel?" He questions.

"I was defending my father's legacy sir." I respond.

"And who might your father be?" I take a deep breath before responding.

"Alexander Hamilton."

His eyes light up at the name.

"Alex?" He chokes out, tears forming in the corners of his eyes

"My Alex, I'll see you again one day..."

"Mr. Laurens? Are you okay sir?"  I ask.

"Listen to me son, your father was the closest friend I ever had, It's an honor to meet his son. You remind me of him, at least, personality wise. He was always willing to duel to defend what he believed in."

"But, he told me to aim towards the sky..." I tell him.

"That's my Alexander... I'll see you again love, It's only a matter of time..."

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(A/N, yes, I know that was a depressing way of starting off a oneshots book, but It's what was on my mind...) Word count ~ 626