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Survivor. A historical! Lams au

A/n. Hi! Ok. This is a historic au! So quick run down. 

Hamilton met Laf, Herc and Laurens in a bar. Laurens and good old Hammy-Ham became close and eventually fell in love. Laurens told Hamilton such and they had a secret relationship. (As did Lafayette and Hercules in this au) Laf and Herc found out and the four kept it a secret. Then at the winters ball Eliza became smitten with Hamilton and at Laurens insistence they married. This did not please either after and they had an affair in secret. Alexander got Eliza pregnant. Now the Battle Of Yorktown is won but word has yet to be sent to the south. Laurens is still leading. Now lettuce continue. Oh and I have an oc Called Jasmine-Margaret or Peggs and Fanny Atwell shall be mentioned. P.s they look like their musical counterparts because f**k history.

John's pov. 

I feel a sharp pain as I get up from the ground. My horse bucked me off. My shoulder is bleeding. Black soliders around me lay dead. I bite my tongue and get up. I lift my revolver at one of the few remaining redcoats. I pull the trigger and the shock sends me back. Headshot. Suddenly a woman dressed in white runs onto the battle field, panting. "The war is over! Britain surrendered!" She yells. The redcoats lower their weapons as do my soliders. I began staggering and the woman catches me. "Oh god." She says looking at my wounds. I hear ripping and hiss as she begins wrapping my wound. "Lets get you some medical care."

"Are you sure? Sure the war is over?" I hear a solider ask, as the woman begins carrying me. 

"Here's a bloody message. Sorry I'm late!" She yells, chucking two peices of parchment to the ground. I see a blurr of Red and pass out.

Peggs pov.

I feel the man collapse in my hands. "No more war, please just read the fucking papers. Now this man needs medical attention so send in an officer or some shit!" I yell, getting looks as I curse. I sigh and have a black solider help me carry the poor man into a tent. "What's your name?" I ask as we place him on the bed. 

"Cole mam." He answers.

"Alright Cole. Who's this?" I gesture to the man as I begin stripping his jacket off.

"Lieu-lieutenant Conel John Laurens mam." He answers. Ahh, the famous lieutenant.

"Ok. Cole, I temporarily place you in as Captain. Go command your soliders off the field, carry the wounded and dead back here. Try to send word to George Washington. And Lieutenant Hamilton. Especially Hamilton." I command. 

"Yes mam. But do you have that power to give me command?" He asks. I sigh. 

"I was a spy, who would suspect a posh lady. Sir Mulligan was quite fond of me. Washington has temporarily given me this power. Now go!" I command. He runs off. 

I finish stripping Laurens top and carefully dissenfect the wound with alcohol and begin applying pressure, attempting to stop the bleeding. A doctor rushes over and begins helping. "How are you aware?..."

"I'm a spy. You pick up on this stuff." I mumble. When the bleeding subsides we check his other wounds and dissenfect them before I sew them up and wrap them in bandages. The other soliders begin arriving and I tell the doctor to go treat them, and I begin putting a rag in water, and begin cleaning the blood. 

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I check on Laurens once more and begin writing a letter. 

To General Washington,

I hope this letter reaches you in good health. I'm unsure if you have recived word yet but Lieutenant John Laurens and a considerable amount of his army have survived the enslaunt. The remaining soliders are being treated for wounds. I write to ask the Private Cole Mcoldy be temporarily given the rank of Captain as all the other commanding officers here are either dead or unconscious. He has proven himself useful and well. The Lieutenant himself, is currently injured and as I write, unconscious. Shot in his shoulder. He has been treated and the doctors assure me, shall recover.