Hamilton Oneshots (2)

Ultimate Protection (Jeggy)

Requested by Angelheart202

Trigger Warning: Death

"Peggy!" John shouted and took her by the shoulders, "What're you doing here?" He didn't know why his wife stood in the middle of the current encampment for soldiers but she did and he was not only worried but also confused.

Peggy sighed, she hadn't meant to run into him so soon since she had quite the poor excuse for putting herself in danger but she would have to give it. She looked up at John and her gaze softened slightly, "Well I had some news for you and I wanted to give it in person and...you might be slightly angry at me when I give you this news since you're probably going to order me to go home...not that you wouldn't do that anyway." She ran a hand through her curls.

Peggy shifted slightly, from both the nerves and the fact that her body was sore since she had to ride for days with no break and for miles and miles. She looked up at him again and he didn't look impressed in the least, "Well then spill it. Why're you even here? This isn't safe, you know that, and it could be considered a breach of security since you're not a soldier."

Peggy rolled her eyes, "Oh please. You're like one of Washington's favorites and my dad's one of his favorites too so it's fine." She saw the look he was giving her and she huffed, "You know as well as I that what's supposed to happen and what should happen are two wildly different things than what does happen. No exceptions." She put her hands on her hips after she said that.

John nodded with a soft laugh, "Why are you, my beautiful bride, always right? It's annoying since I want to fight you on that even though it's a completely accurate statement." He kissed her forehead after he said that, "But really though, why are you here? The sooner you tell me the sooner you can leave and be out of danger. It's making me really anxious, having you here." He admitted.

"Well then I promise to go home tomorrow," She saw John was about to argue so she interrupted before he could even speak, "There's no way in hell you could, in good conscious, make your pregnant wife ride on a horse again for miles." She then realized what she said and her eyes widened to the same size as John's, "I-I didn't mean to reveal it like that!"

John, however, was too shocked to comment on her slip up, "Pr-Pregnant?!" He took a few step backs, pulled on his hair, looked into the distance before he looked back at Peggy, "And you're absolutely certain?"

Peggy nodded slowly, "I mean I wouldn't have put myself through the pain of coming here in person if I wasn't absolutely certain." She smiled nervously, "I haven't menstruated in three months, I keep wanting to eat the weirdest things, laying on my stomach hurts, I'm sometimes sick in the mornings, and I recently...started feeling..." Her voice got quieter and quieter as she spoke until it just sort of trailed off. Finally, she looked at the ground and quietly asked, "Do-Do you...are you happy with..?"

"What? Yeah-fuck yeah!" He ran back over and picked Peggy up from her hips and spun in a circle as she laughed loudly, "You've made me the happiest man in the world! First, you married me and now you're giving me a child! I-" He suddenly stopped and jumped on top of Peggy, caging her to the ground as screaming exploded around them.

Peggy felt panic seize her and she grabbed John's jacket, "John? What's happening? What's wrong? John, I'm scared here, tell me why everybody's-" She broke off into a scream when what she thought was a rock landed near them.

"Ambush," John muttered. He scooped Peggy up in his arms and looked around for somewhere safe while keeping her against him in a bridal style. Peggy saw dead men litter the clearing and tears welled up in her eyes, "You've got to stand, Pegs." He hurried over to a corpse and got the gun off of him.

Slowly Peggy found her footing and John wrapped his arm around her stomach where their child was growing. He held her against him with one arm and held his gun in the other, it stuck out over her shoulder and she watched him shoot one then two red-coated men.

Peggy sniffed and it was only then she realized she was crying. She held onto John's arm tightly, trying to pull it impossibly closer as she walked with him keeping her safe. They weren't fast but they weren't slow, she assumed he was taking her to a sort of tent or temporary cabin or even the stables. Peggy's bottom lip began to tremble and she stuttered to John, "I-I'm-I'm really scared J-John."

"I know," John mumbled and moved his gun to point to a large tent thing, "That's mine and Alexander's. You should be safe there since it isn't a ransacking type place. Okay? We're going there." Peggy nodded and with the knowledge of where they were going she was soon inside the tent. John handed her the dead man's gun as he got his and loaded it. She wrapped her hands around it and tried to stop shaking, "Do you know the first rule of guns?" He asked.

"Uh..." She looked up at him, "Pull the trigger?" She tried and he laughed tensely. The laughter ended though as a man walked in and Peggy froze when she saw red. John's pupils widened and he shot the man so Peggy relaxed until she realized John had fallen to his knees, "John!" She got off of the bed she had been sat on and grabbed John before he could faceplant into the ground, "John what happened?! He didn't shoot you!"

John shook his head, "Bayonet." He spluttered and held his side. He looked at Peggy and smiled weakly as blood left his mouth, "Sorry." He began to cry, "I don't want to die but-but in my will I-you get everything. Raise our child, okay?"

Peggy shook her head, "Not without you! I can't-John?!" He was already fading and she began to shake him while screaming his name and begging him to stay with her but it was no use, her John was gone because she couldn't wait to see him. If she hadn't gone to the camp, if she had just kept it a secret until he had come home or just sent him a letter he wouldn't have been in the tent, he wouldn't have had to protect her, and yet she just couldn't wait.