One Shots-Hamilton-Mixed Ships

To Save You: Hamburr

Request:  101: "You never should've died like this."  102: "I could have saved you-I'm so sorry."  With Hamburr

Warnings: Blood, death, angst, drinking

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If there was a thing that Hamilton was, it was broken.

He was a broken and sad man.

No one knew this, of course. With the energy and passion he threw into his work, everyone just thought he was a madman instead, constantly working, never stopping. They told him to stop, to take a break, relax, have a drink. They said that he was going to burn himself out. They were right.

But that was preferable to the pain that his drowned away with his work. He seemed to lose everything he ever gained. His position, his career, his love John, his son, his wife. All of it gone, one right after the other, seceding blows one right after the other.

He couldn't be saved.

So what did he do with his life now that it was over? Did reckless things. Why not? There wasn't much else to do when you lived in a small camp in the forest by yourself.

HIs favorite activity was stealing carriages and driving them recklessly through the city until the authorities were after him. Which is what he was doing currently.

Hamilton jumped onto the carriage bench and clicked his tongue, ordering the horses forward and faster until they broke into a full gallop, Hamilton laughing as the owner of the carriage ran after him screaming but he was already too far gone.

The authorities knew him well by now so they were fast to be on his tail, shouting. Hamilton looked over his shoulder at them, waved and grinned, before turning back to make sure he didn't miss the turn his was aiming for. There, the reins burned at his hands as he pulled sharply, the horses nickering in protest as they whirled around the corner, the carriage going up onto one wheel. Hamilton stood and leaned against it, urging it back down before it got too out of hand. Then he was racing down the street again, headed out of town.

Soon the city turned to country and the streets turned into one single road. Hamilton took the opportunity to loot anything valuable from the carriage of the poor soul he stole it from. Life just wasn't fair, was it?

The authorities were still hot on his trail.

Hamilton jumped back into the driver seat and directed the horses into the small, shabby town nearby. Standing up, Hamilton urged them forward, grin still wide on his face. Right up next to the build, closer, closer, perfect. He leaped from the carriage and onto the roof of a low building, rolling off his momentum and jumping onto the next taller building until he was racing along the highest rooftop and disappearing down the other side, out of sight of the authorities and into the forest, disappearing completely.

***

Later that same night, Hamilton crept from his hiding place and back into the town, making for the tavern where he would joyfully spend his earning to get absolutely wasted. Just like every other night in a different town. Only this time it was a little different.

By this third pint, he noticed someone he knew in the back of the room, watching all the other people drink heartily while he sipped from his own mug. Hamilton's grin grew. Hamilton knew he was drunk, could tell from the heat that made his face red, not that that was going to stop him. He ambled over to the man and leaned on his shoulder. "Burr! What're you doing in a place like this?"

"If I recall, this is the same place I took you to the first time we met. Why would it be odd for me to return?"

"You're absolutely right, if anyone needs a drink to loosen up, it's you."

"Please shut up."

Hamilton grinned and bent down close to Burr's ear, "You're just like me. Just a little bit more reserved." Burr took a drink as Hamilton circled around to Burr's other ear, "Lost it all. Nothing left but to take what you want." When Burr said nothing, Hamilton grabbed his wrist and pulled him outside, throwing money on the table as he did, and into a dark, secluded area, ignoring Burr's protests. Burr eventually gave up and just let himself be pulled along, curious where Hamilton was taking him. That ended up being a dark, secluded area where Hamilton pushed Burr up against a wall of an old abandoned building.

"What're you doing, Alexander?" Burr asked, eyeing him warily, pretending not to notice when Hamilton pushed against him.

"You might think I'm a madman," Hamilton purred.

"Everyone thinks you're a madman," Burr answered, "They're not wrong."

"No," Hamilton said, "they're not." Hamilton pressed closer and when Burr did nothing to protest, just staring at him with that calculating stare that Hamilton absolutely loathed, Hamilton closed the distance and connected their lips. Burr went rigid with what Hamilton assumed was shock before twisting them around to where Burr had Hamilton pinned instead. Burr took a millisecond too long to break the kiss. When he did, Hamilton grinned up at him wickedly. "I didn't know you had it in you, Burr."

Burr's eyes studied Hamilton's. "You're not a madman. You're broken." Hamilton's grin disappeared. Suddenly, he decided he was not nearly drunk enough.

"What do you know," Hamilton spat.

Burr stepped away from him with a look Hamilton couldn't quite read. Then again, he'd never been able to read Burr. "I'm just like you, Alexander."

Hamilton snarled, "Fuck off." and stomped into the night.

***

Two weeks later, Hamilton was surprised to return to his camp to find a figure lounging against a tree reading a book, waiting for his return. "Burr? How did you find this place? Why're you here?"

Burr turned a page, "I'm here to join in your adventuring."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Why?"

"I'm just like you. One condition though, you stop stealing the money. You take your joy ride and then split and that's it. No one gets hurt, no one loses anything, the carriage gets returned to them by the authorities and you have your laugh."

"We gotta get food somehow."

"We hunt."

"And the ammo to hunt with?"

"From my own personal pocket."

Hamilton stared at him for a moment. "Fine."

They're adventuring last for several weeks, they were always both in love with each other, both too scared to make a move. Well, except when they got drunk, then they just didn't talk about it. THey grew steadily closer and Hamilton couldn't work out why Burr was even hanging around.

Until the day it all went wrong.

Burr and Hamilton had just taken off in another carriage, speeding down the city streets when Hamilton took a turn too sharp. The carriage went up on one wheel and Burr, feeling it about to tip, pushed Hamilton off to safety just as the carriage rolled, taking Burr with it and crashing into the oncoming traffic.

The dust hadn't even settled when Hamilton was pulling the debris away to find him, body tattered and broken. "Burr!" Hamilton yelled, collecting the man into his arms.

Burr coughed weakly, blood dribbling from his mouth, and looked up at Hamilton, "I could have saved you-I'm so sorry." Then his head lulled back as the life fled from his body.

"No!" Hamilton screamed, the authorities pulling him away. Hamilton was pulling against them, trying to get back to Burr but he couldn't pull his arms out of their strong grasp. "You never should've died like this!"