Hamilton OneShots

My Son.... ~ Jamilton (Trigger Warning)

(A/N: So just before I begin, I want to give a trigger warning. This story contains mentions and descriptions of suicide. I don't want to offend anyone, I was just up all night due to my severe insomnia, and I felt like writing something depressing. So here you go!)

Alexander Hamilton's POV

It was a normal day. One that I never expected to turn out like this...

"Philip! I'm home!" I called into the house as I came in from work. Strange, he usually responds. I figured he was sleeping, or listening to music, so I thought nothing of it. He had been living with me after Elizabeth cheated on me and left me for a girl named Maria Lewis. Of all the things she could've done, she leaves me for another woman who she'd been sleeping with for a month. I managed to move past it, with the help of Philip. God, I love my son. He's helped me through a lot, even going as far as to cook me dinner for the nights where I was typing my life away.

"Philip? You home buddy?" This was odd, Philip was always home before me... I decided to go upstairs to his room. His door was closed, which was no surprise. He was seventeen, I'd be shocked if he left his door open.

"Philip? Son, you in there?"

No response.

"Philip, I'm coming in!" I gently opened the door a bit and saw nothing suspicious. Then I saw the shadow. The shadow was swinging back and forth. I opened the door more...

"Phili-" My eyes widened at the sight. There he was, my son, hanging from his ceiling-fan. I fell to my knees as a sound I can only describe as a scream of pure pain escaped my throat.

"Ph-Philip?" Tears threatened to fall as I watched in horror. My son was dead, and there was nothing I could do to save him...

I saw a note clutched in his hand. Slowly, I stood up and walked over. I grabbed the note, shivering as I came in contact with his cold skin.

Pa,

I'm so sorry for this, there's nothing you could've done. He threatened to kill you if I didn't commit suicide. I did this because I love you. You were everything to me, please stay strong dad. Just understand that there was no other choice... I love you, dad. -Philip Hamilton

Tears trickled down my cheeks as I reread the note over and over again, trying to make sense of what I was reading. As I soon realize what has happened, I drop the note. I turn around crying, and grab my phone. I meant to call Lafayette, but instead... I called Thomas Jefferson.

"Hello?"

"Shit... J-J-Jeff-Jeffers-son? I-I m-meant to c-call L-Laf..."

"Hamilton, are you crying?"

"Y-yes..."

"Why? Hamilton, what's wrong?"

"W-why w-would y-you care?"

"That doesn't matter... where are you?"

"I-I'm a-at h-home *hic*."

"I'm on my way."

"N-no... J-Jeffer- Thomas y-you d-don't need t-to s-see me l-like this..."

Jefferson hung up the call. I realized that I had called him 'Thomas'. I sunk to my knees against the front door and cried whilst hugging my knees. I felt the door open, and a pair of eyes on me.

"Oh my God, Hamilton, what happened?" Jefferson asked as he knelt down to my level.

I only sobbed harder.

"Please tell me what's wrong Alexander, I want to help you."

"I-It's *hic* P-Philip..."

Jefferson pulled me into a hug.

"What, what happened to him darlin'?" He asked softly.

"I-I c-couldn't s-stop h-him..."

"Alexander, what's wrong?"

I slowly stood up and led Jefferson to Philip's room. He took one look inside and turned back to me.

"Oh Alexander..."

He hugged me tightly, and I clutched onto his shirt, sobbing violently into his shoulder. Thomas pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Shhh... It's okay Alexander, the police are on their way."

"T-Thank y-you..."

"Of course darlin'."

~Two weeks later~

Thomas Jefferson's POV

I hadn't left Alexander's side since the police took Philips' dead body away. I had James bring food to his house for me, and I always soothed Alexander to sleep when he had a panic attack. He hadn't spoken since the event, now he laid curled into a ball on my lap as we watched the News. I decided to rent Moana to calm him, John had told me this was his favorite movie. He snuggled into me and cried softly. I brought my hand to his hair and slowly stroked it, undoing the tangles with my fingers. His breathing slowed and he calmed down.

"T-Thomas?"

Oh my God... He spoke. To me!

"Yes, darlin'?" I asked softly.

"Thank you," He said hugging me tightly.

"It's no problem Alexander, I just wanted to help yo-"

Alexander mumbled something inaudible.

"What was that Alex? I couldn't hear you."

I leaned down to his face closer, and he grabbed my chin and kissed me softly. I was a little shocked at first but kissed back with an equally light force.

"I've wanted to do t-that f-for a while now... b-but I w-was so sc-scared. L-losing Philip m-made me r-realize h-how quickly life c-can end... So I t-took a risk. I l-l-love y-you T-Thomas Jefferson..."

I hugged him tighter.

"I'm always gonna be here Alexander, I always have been here. Don't worry, nothing else is gonna happen to you Darlin', not while I'm here. I love you too Alexander."

And so, Alexander and I sat like that for hours, I softly hummed a tune to him as he fell asleep, comforted in my arms.

(A/N: So yeah, I hope you liked that. It is now 3 am and I still haven't slept, but I wanted to get another story out because I felt bad for being inactive. I've just been dealing with some personal struggles and I needed to write something to clear my head. So there you go, some sad/sweet Jamilton. I can't believe I haven't done this ship yet... Jamilton is like one of my OTP's... anyway, I hope you enjoyed! BAI)