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[Oneshot] Jon Laurens Interlude

—•"I have so much work to do.."•—

Pairing(s): Implied Zreshlie.

Characters: Ashlie9596, JonJon, Zres.

Song: John Lauren's Interlude {Hamilton}

Game: N/A

AU: Hamilton AU

Description: Nick receives a letter about his best friend.

Notes: y e p p e r p e p p e r s

Warnings: (Minor) Blood, Death.

Enjoy!

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Jon's eyes slowly fluttered open as blood continued to spill onto the green grass that he laid on like a soft clean bed. His eyes fixated towards the stars that twinkled in the darkness while blood ran down his chin like a stream as his hand was sprawled over his stomach where blood had spilled and stained his hand.

His lips curled into a small smile as the breeze blew ever so carefully and gently, "I may not live to see our glory.." He murmured softly, his voice couldn't even go louder than a murmur as his voice strained.

Nick hummed as he dipped the tip of his quill in ink before he went back to writing.

My dearest Laurens, I wonder how you are today

He heard footsteps quietly approach from behind, he smiled as he pushed up his glasses and placed his quill back into the jar of ink, turning around to face a devastated Ashlie who held folded paper in her trembling hands.

"Nick, there's a letter for you from South Carolina." Ashlie informed, a smile had formed on the naive man's face as he turned back to his letter.

"But I will gladly join the fight.."

Jon managed to pull his bloody hand away from his wound to lift it up to the sky, he barely managed as his eyes threatened to close with each struggle. He sucked in a breath as his fingers twitched, it was his last moments to be alive.

"It's from Jon Laurens.. I'll read it later." Nick responded, a smile tugging at his lips as he went back to writing his letter to his dearest friend.

"No it's not."

"And when our children tell our story--" Jon chuckled weakly as he lost the feel in his legs and arms, only watching as his bloody hand had soon crashed onto the grass. Jon's head tilted in the direction of his hand that was extended out, he smiled one last time.

Nick froze in confusion as he pushed his hands against his desk, pushing him to his feet as he turned his head towards Ashlie.

"Will you read it?" Nick asked. Ashlie took a look at the letter before she sighed and nodded,

"--They'll tell the story of tonight.."

Jon's eyes closed as his final breath was released.

Ashlie sucked in a nervous breath, "On Tuesday, the twenty-seventh. Lieutenant Colonel Jon Laurens was killed--" Nick's eyes darkened but widened at the same time, his head drooped down and his eyes fixated towards the wooden planks on the floor "--in a gunfight against British troops in South Carolina.."

Jon let out a sigh as he felt his ghostly spirit appear besides someone that seemed to be a smaller version of him, he grinned as he patted his head but he knew that the child couldn't feel his touch.

"These troops had not yet received word from Yorktown that the war was over.." Ashlie continued, a hand held up to her mouth in shock with tears glistening in her eyes. Nick licked his lips as his mouth began to feel dry, his eyes still fixated towards the floor.

Jon began to walk over to the confused but devastated man as Ashlie continued to read the letter.

"He's buried here until his family can send for his remains.." Jon noticed how Nick looked, he frowned as he couldn't bear to see his best friend upset over him.

"A-As you know, Lieutenant Colonel Jon Laurens was engaged in recruiting three thousand men for the first all-black military regiment." Ashlie said, her eyes narrowing as her arms slowly lowered, "The surviving members of this regiment have been returned to their masters." Ashlie lifted her head up to stare at her husband who had his back turned towards her.

"Tomorrow there'll be more of us.."

Nick felt chills run down his spine as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his torso and a faint figure appear in front of him while their head rested on his shoulder with the same smile Jon had always worn to cheer him up.

Nick extended his hand out as he saw the faint figure of Jon slowly pull away from him, his smile slowly fading along with his ghost-like state as his body slowly turned more damaged, blood beginning to spill from his mouth and stomach and his eyes narrowing and soon closing to disappear into the void of nothingness. The man's hand was still held up, trembling, slowly setting it down with his eyes still wide from the information as he felt tears run down his face.

"Nick, are you alright?"

The pair of arms he felt around his torso and hands on his chest belonged to Ashlie, his eyes slowly narrowed as his wife slowly slipped away from him. Nick slowly turned as his eyes met with Ashlie's. Her concerned yet devastated eyes tried to look into him as his eyes showed nothing. Nick slowly walked past Ashlie and towards the doorway, once he approached the doorway he stopped there and grabbed the side of it, his grip only getting more tense as tears continued to fall.

"I have so much work to do.."