One-Shots!

Hamilton: Ghosts and Babysitting

Philip when you smile I am undone.....

Philip was five and he had been sick all month, the doctors weren't sure if he would survive, he had come to after being unconscious to find a boy sitting by the windowsill.

"Who are you?" he asked quietly, his voice was rough from not talking.

The boy jumped "You can see me?" he exclaimed.

Philip was confused why wouldn't he be able to see him? But as he looked closer he noticed more details. The boy wasn't really a boy he appeared to he about 25, he had a red stain on the front of his shirt, he was also slightly transparent. Suddenly he remembered something from a book Eliza read him. "Are you a ghost?"

The man looked sad "My name is John Laurens and yes I am"

Philip nodded as he processed the new information "Will you be my new friend?"

John felt like crying he had finally found someone who could see him "Of course Philip"

Philip wanted to ask how he knew his name, but before he could he drifted of to sleep.

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When Philip woke up he looked around for John but didn't see him. He felt disappointed, but before he could think about it his dad walked in.

Alexander Hamilton was still handsome, but time had passed. His brown hair was now laced with grey, and he wore glasses all the time. But most of all he looked stressed and tired.

"Hey Phil, how you feeling" Alex asked him, Philip was distracted by John drifting and in behind him.

"Hi John!" He said happily, watching John drifting across the room.

Alexander looked confused and followed Philips eyes. John almost felt his heart breaking again when Alex looked straight through him and asked Philip "Who are you talking to?"

"My new friend" Philip exclaimed "John Laurens"

Alex swore he must have heard wrong, that wasn't possible Or was it a part of his mind asked No, John was dead. And nothing could change that. Nothing. "Ok Phil, I'll check on you later" Alex croaked, trying to not cry.

"What's wrong with daddy?" Philip asked John.

"We were-" John let out a small sob "We were close when I was alive"

Philip nodded deep in thought "Do you want to play trains?"

"Of course" John replied, glad Philip didn't ask for more details.

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5 years later

Your son is 9 years old today....

"You can do it Philip" John encouraged.

Philip looked at John and nodded.

"My name is Philip, I am a poet"

It was Philip's ninth birthday and John had convinced him to perform a poem he wrote to his family.

"You can write rhymes but you can't write mine!" Alex and John cheered, as Philip continued.

"My daddy's trying to start Americas bank" Philip paused for a second, and looked at John.

"Un, deux, trois..." John prompted.

"Un deux trois QUATRE CINQ!" Philip finished and Eliza, Alex and John cheered, Philip was happiest he had ever been.

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