Forgotten Angel (Lams- Hamilton Fanfic)

The Heist is Over

"You're finally home!" Eliza cried as she hugged Alexander tightly. "I missed you so much! I'm so glad the war is over!" Philip came running out of the opposite room, shouting. "Father! You're home!" Alexander smiled. Not for his warm welcome from Eliza, but from the sight of Philip. "I missed you so," Alexander let go of Eliza and hugged Philip tightly. "My son. I'm back and I'll never leave you again."

John Laurens entered in empty house. He looked around. It was exactly how he left it; just dustier and a tad bit lonelier than he remembered. He sighed as he closed the door behind him and slipped off his muddy boots. He sat on the old rugged bed, gently running his hand down the dusty and torn up sheets. "Home, sweet home." He whispered softly as he stared up at the wooden ceiling cracking against the pressure of the recent rain and mold spreading across it.

"I hope not father!" Philip laughed as he let go of Alexander. "I missed you very much." Alexander smiled at his growing son. "And I you." He then glanced around the clean and tidy house. There were new things added; He could smell the fresh paint and recently picked flowers. Eliza always kept the house clean; not a speck of dust dared cross paths with her. Her famous saying was, 'Just because a war is going on, doesn't mean we have to live in filth.' Alexander always just faked a smile at her words, nodding along.

Laurens blinked a few times at the spreading mold. "Oh good god, why can't things just be nice for once?" He sighed as he got up. The house definitely needed repairs, but what money did he have to spare? He couldn't go back to work at the moment, considering many were already searching for available jobs. For now, he would try to repair the house with little funds he had. He sighed intently as he walked around. As he did, he heard the floor creak. "Oh fu-" The board snapped in half, collapsing under his weight.

"I see you added decorations, Eliza." She nodded as she motioned around. "You have a good eye, Alexander. I figured I would make the house smell fresh for your arrival." She bowed her head slightly at him. "I am thrilled you were not injured in battle." He nodded at her and smiled slightly. "As am I. I am also very glad my comrads didn't get injured as well." Eliza looked up slightly. "Are you talking about John Laurens?"

Laurens winced as he felt pain shoot through his left leg as it fell in the new found hole. "Damn." He lifted his leg as he seen the cut the board made. His pants were ripped, and his lightly toned skin had a bleeding scratch. He sighed as he gently rubbed the injured area and glanced in the dark hole. He seen a rat scatter underneath the house. He shuttered and backed away slightly. The war was over; so why did he feel like he was still in battle?

"Ah, yes. That and Lafayette, Hercules, and even Burr." He smiled slightly. "I'm happy we all made it out alive and back to our families safely." Eliza nodded and sat down in the dining room. Philip did the same as Eliza, sitting in a designated area. Alexander sat down with them, smiling at the family. Little did Eliza know he knew everything. He was only staying in the marriage out of fear of Eliza moving away and taking Philip along; Quite simply, he was afraid of losing his son.

Laurens stood up with a harsh hiss as he limped to his bed. He didn't have running water in this hell hole, nor did he have medical supplies; To put it bluntly, no one was there to help him. Despite it was only a scratch, it didn't mean he didn't feel the burn. He carefully cleaned the scratch with a rag, hoping to god it wouldn't get infected. He glanced around the room. What did he have to live for? Why was he still alive? Thoughts cluttered in his head as he gulped the words down. Am I even worth anything anymore?

"So tell us all about your hardships and adventures." She leaned her elbows on the table, placing her chin in the palm of her hands. She gave a warm smile. Alexander cleared his throat. "I wouldn't want to bore you-" Philip cut him off. "Oh, please! I want to hear everything!" Alexander smiled at his excitement. "Well, alright. I warned you, just so we are clear. No complaining." Philip nodded excitedly as he spoke. "Yes father!"

Laurens stretched out his injured leg as the pain seemed to soothe itself. He wasn't too worried about it. He glanced over at the hole in the floor. "Another repair." He sighed as he laid back on the old bed. He didn't care how bad it looked; it was a place to sleep. He usually went out for food, and he didn't do much shopping. Overall, he didn't have much money to fork out and he knew that, so he cut back on several expenses. If that meant he had to live like a pig, he would.

"And Laurens shouted, 'Hey! We actually did it! The washed up rats did it!'" Alexander spoke with excitement in his voice. Philip and Eliza laughed, Philip throwing in a comment. "This John Laurens sounds amazing. Honestly, he lead an all black army!" Alexander nodded. "Ah, yes. All while keeping a smile on his face, no matter what. I've never seen Laurens frown or even get mad. His positivity is overwhelming, to be honest." Eliza got up to make some tea, still listening to her husband's words. Philip nodded. "I want to meet him!" He exclaimed. Alexander smiled. "That would be wonderful. Perhaps I'll visit him tomorrow." He gave a slight chuckle at Philip. "I'll invite him for dinner. For now, let's enjoy this moment, for the heist is over."

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Look at me. Writing again. Okay, but I got ideas for this one. It will be updated weekly on Saturdays, I promise that! Anyway, thanks for the support and I love you all!
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