Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Prison [JAMILTON] [PART TWO]

part two requested by my F R I E ND

no i'm not ok

racist mentionings- kind of like how in arizona there was a man/demon who made a tent jail for "illegal immigrants" 100 degree weather, imprisoned people who had done no wrong (I'm mexican and i live in the us NOT illegally so i find that really stupid. even if i was here illegally that doesn't mean i should be separated from my family or deported and- ok you came for jamilton not for my rants) so this is kind of like that, just trigger warning, mk? fun story though- my mom is an immigrant and when she heard the line "immigrants; we get the job done" when we saw hamilton, she started to cry
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j o h n [l a u r e n s i n t h e p l a c e t o-]

I sat down on the metal table, wondering if I kept hitting my head against it if I could kill myself. That probably only worked with Andriods though. The new prisoner, Alexander Hamilton, was walking around the room aimlessly. Eventually, he say in the corner and began to eat.

I walked over, curious and wanting to make new friends. At the sight of me, he scooted away until I had to go to a whole other corner to get to him. Alex kept running away until I finally just yelled at him, "Hi! I was framed and I don't know why I'm here! What about you?"

Behind me, a gaurd growled, "Don't talk to him." I heard as a pair of hands grabbed my waist and pulled me back to the metal table I was first at. When I looked behind me, I saw Thomas. Oh, great. My favorite gaurd.

"Why not? You jealous?" I ask, regretting it as he turns around to face me, looking angry as hell.

"No," He spat, "You don't deserve friends, especially people like him. You murdered your dad, idiot." He mumbled the last part, probably not wanting other gaurds to hear. I looked back down at my food, getting flashbacks of the my dad's dead body on the floor of my bedroom. A knife was planted in my bag with my DNA all over it...

"O-Okay." I mumbled quietly, kind of sad now. Thanks, Thomas. My favorite gaurd.

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a l e x

When we get pushed back into our cells, I talk to the guy across from me.

"I'm Alexander. I was framed, who are you?"

"Oh, I was imprisoned for m-moving... here," He mumbled quietly, "But you can call me Lafayette!"

"Okay." I said, the sentence kind of hitting me hard. I was an immigrant too.

"Yeah, everyone here is either framed or here for a stupid reason." He mumbled again. I nodded, agreeing in a way.

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t h o m a s

Later that day, I decided to check out Alex's file. After all, the kid looked adorable and so innocent. Maybe he didn't belong here. (i don't know what a prison file looks like)

Name; Alexander Hamilton

Age//Birthday; 19//January 17

Crime; Murder

Bail; 2M

Oh, shit. After reviewing the file, I place it down and go to Alex's cell. He's sleeping in the thin sheets that were provided to him. His face is stained with tears and his breathing is heavy. On the floor is the prison guidebook and rules, one of the only thing all prisoners get. It's open to the rule page. The soap is on the floor, right next to it. I smile and quietly open the cell door.

The moment I walk in, I trip over the soap.

Alexander shoots up from his bed, throwing the covers off of himself and curls into the corner. When he sees me, he screams. I shoot up too and turn my face from 'in pain' to 'calm.' We're silent for a moment after that before Alex speaks, messing with the blankets on his bed and looking at them.

"D-D-Did I do something w-wrong? Plea-Please don't kill me!" He mumbled, speaking very fast. I sit on the edge of his bed and he curls into the corner further. I reach out and he flimches. I sigh.

"No, I'm not going to hurt you. I don't actually know why I'm in here..." I mumble back truthfully. He slowly nods his head and unravels his body from the corner.

"I'm cold." He says simply. I open my arms and crawl over to him. This time, he doesn't flinch. I smile happily.

"You can come sleep with me in my office." I say.

"Isn't that illegal?" Alex asks, letting me hold him as he closes his eyes.

"I own this prison, Alexander. I can do whatever I want," I say, a bit harshly. He lets go of me and tries to recoil and I realize my mistake, "Alex, I'm not going to hurt you. Come on." He doesn't move, so I carry him on my shoulder to my face. When we get there, I realize he's fallen asleep.

"Goodnight." I say to his already asleep body and sit on the office chair. I move Alex from my shoulder to my lap. I don't like going home at night, it's a reminder of my wife that left me. Maybe one day I can take Alex home...

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The next morning, when Alex wakes up, I'm still holding him. Granted, I'm watching the other prisoners eat their breakfast with security cameras, but I'm holding him. He moves around a bit and then jumps out of my arms. I let him and watch as he runs to the door and tries to fling it open.

"It's locked." I say. Alex slowly turns around and goes back to me. I open my arms for him to lay down again, but he sits on the floor. I hand him my cereal bowl, which I haven't taken one bite of. He gladly accepts and looks up at me.

"Why?"

"Why what?" I ask.

"Why are you being so... nice to me?" He asks finally.

"I don't know." I snap.

"I think you do." Alex says, smiling mischievously.

"Shut up!" I whisper-yell, taking my cereal back. He whimpers and pouts though, so I give it back. At his victory, he smiles.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."