One shots? {Jamilton}

Guns Drawn {Jamilton}

Prompt:
19: " I'm going to kill you! "

alright...so this is for NikitaWolfXO

and this is LOOOOOONG overdue (it took me like 5 mins to find the request) but its here so tadaaaaa *sparkles and glitter*

hope you enjoy!
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~Jefferson POV~

I crouched down behind the bushes, making sure that I was hidden behind the dense vegetation. The last thing that I needed was for Hamilton or Burr to see me.

I came here to see who would get shot. Madison and I had already made our bets. He bet the Burr would weasel out of the duel like he normally would. He's always hated confrontation. He's always had an instinct for self-preservation.

I knew Hamilton better, and I bet that he would be fueled by pure anger and go on with the duel anyway.

So far, it looked like I would be winning $20 tomorrow. Burr hadn't backed down and Hamilton was still furious. They were standing on opposite sides of the field.

I hated waking up early and would've had James watch the duel instead of me but he was sick, like always.

I was shaken (shooketh) from my thoughts when I heard a loud voice come from the middle of the dueling field.

"Number 10 paces, fire!" Pendleton screamed from the middle of the field, signalling for the duel to commence.

I glance over at Hamilton but freeze from my spot behind the trees. Alexander aims his pistol at the sky right at the deafening crack of a pistol breaks the silence that has covered the area.

My heart stopped when I saw Hamilton fall to the ground.

What the hell happened?

What was he thinking? This wasn't what was supposed to happen. He would have never done this. What happened to Hamilton?

Before I can stop myself, I leap out from the tree line and sprint to the wounded man. Thanks to my long legs, I get there before anyone else. Everyone else is still standing in shock, wondering why Hamilton had not shot at Burr.

When I reached him, I collapsed onto my knees, right next to him. I saw blood pouring out from the wound between his ribs. I gasped softly and put pressure on it before turning to face him. Our eyes locked and my heart jumped.

Just like it did whenever I saw him during our cabinet meetings.

"Alexander," I croaked out, my throat suddenly feeling dry. "Why? Why did you do that?" I said but my voice was barely above a whisper.

He gave a small smile and closed his eyes. I almost panicked and thought he was dead until he opened them again and whispered a single word. He was so quiet that I almost thought it was the wind whispering in my ear.

"Legacy," he said and relaxed his head back on the grass underneath him.

Understanding flooded through me. It almost made sense. He had always talked about how he wanted to be remembered. How he didnt want to be just a no one in this world. He had made his contribution to history. But the man who I thought could never be satisfied seemed to finally be content with all of his accomplishments.

Except for the fact that he still had many years ahead of him. He could still make an impact in our country but he decided that he had done his best. That was what I didnt understand.

He still had time. Time to spend working on improving the country. Time to spend on with his family.

Time to spend with me.

He had promised. He had promised me that we would finally be able to spend time together. After all of our roles in politics were over we were supposed to spend time together.

"You promised. You promised," I choked out through my tears. His eyes betrayed a regretful and apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, love," he said, his voice growing weaker every second.

Suddenly, I heard jogging behind me as Pendleton and the doctor came over. They crowded him, pushing me away from him. I felt too weak to resist. I looked down at my hands and grew dizzy at the sight of Alexander's blood on my hands.

I walked back towards him and watched as the doctor began to patch up his wound. I bit my lip anxiously as I held his hand. His eyes began to close more often and his breathig began to turn shallow.

He turned to me and gave me a weak smile. Suddenly, the light in his eyes flickered and died.

Death wasnt like any of those descriptions you read in books. The person didnt die slowly and peacefully.

They were there one second and gone the next. Just like that.

I froze up. I squeezed his hand and shook it.

"Alexander, Alexander, Alex! Alex!" I screamed, but I received no response.

I screamed and gripped his arm as tightly as I could, as if I could grip Alexander's soul and keep it from flying away from us. From me.

Blinded by anger from my grief, I shot up and spun around to face Burr. He was staring at me. He hadnt moved a bit aince he fired the shot. The fatal shot.

" I'm going to kill you! " I screamed at him and stormed up to him. "Weehawken. Dawn. Guns Drawn," I spat in his face and turned around.

The bastard better show up.

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crap...

i wanted to get sleep but of course i got carried away...

oh well. it was worth it...

have a good day! (or night!)

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