Hamilton One-Shots

Lams Sickfic and the First Snow

This is modern au where our muffins are all in college. There are some swears.

John-

It was about two a.m. when I woke up to a bang from the living room of our small apartment. I groaned at the loud noise that had made me realize how cold the bed was without Alex leaning against me. I groaned and slowly slid out of the bed to see what my boyfriend had done this time. 

I walk out to the living room, dragging a fluffy, blue blanket along behind me. 

"Alex?" I whisper into the darkness of the room. I hear a groan in response from where his computer screen was lit up. I could see a vague outline of a person laying down. 

"Are you okay?" I ask while slowly making my way around the stacks of books that occupied the majority of our main room. I see the small lump that I assumed to be Alex move. 

"Yea, I think a book fell of the coffee table though," He said in the same whispered tone, he sounded a bit congested but I took that as his 'tired' voice. I let out a soft laugh. 

"Take a break, come back to bed. I'm cold without my space heater," I told him while pushing his computer closed. I hear a resigned sigh and see the blob move to the standing position. 

"Com'on," I tell him with a touch of my southern drawl sliding through my sleep clouded brain. 

I hear a soft giggle as Alex starts making his way back through the maze of books.

I hear the soft rustle of sheets as he slides into the now cold bed. I follow suit and snuggle up next to him. It made the November chill more bearable.

-Le sleep induced time skip-

I wake up to a cold spot where Alex was sleeping, again. I can hear him muttering to himself in the kitchen while his coffee brewed. Then he sneezed. Then he coughed. The muttering stopped.

I slide out of bed and put on my soft grey hoodie and a pair of worn jeans. Then I stepped out to face my probably sick boyfriend. 

I find Alex sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, eyes closed and an adorable puffy ponytail. He must've heard me walk in because his head snaps up. He groans at the fast movement. "Hi," is all that he says while I walk towards him. I notice that his voice is raspy.

"Sick?" Is all I ask my stubborn boyfriend.

"No," he says hurriedly, "I'm fine." He tells me all of this with just a slight bit of congestion and raspiness tainting his voice. 

"Yea, right. And Lafayette isn't French. I'll tell Laf to pass along a message that we aren't coming in today," I tell him with as much sass as I can. His eyebrows knit. 

"We?" He asked while rubbing his temples. 

"Yes. We. We both know that the moment I walk out that door you're gonna be back on your computer doing work and NOT resting!" I tell him with exasperation. He looks at me sheepishly then starts sneezing. I pick up my phone and dial in Lafayette's number.

"Hey Laf," I say greeting my long time friend.

<Wassup?>

"Lex has worked himself to sickness so I'm staying home with him to make sure he rests" I say glaring at Alex.

I hear a laugh on the other end.

<Oui, oui. I will tell les proffessuers>

"Thanks Laf," I say before hanging up and turning back to my boyfriend who had managed to fall asleep in the brief span of time that I had been on the phone. I put my hands on my hips and blew a strand of hair out of my eyes. This would be a long day...