Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Box [JAMILTON]

inspired by Pinterest.

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a l e x

"Bye, Alex!" Hercules yells to me, waving from his apartment window. I see the people around me begin to walk, so I follow, walking as well. Halfway into the street, I turn and wave at Hercules. Around me, people begin running. I don't know why, so I focus my sight on the street again.

I hear a faint yell. Everything seems to be going too slow for my liking as I look up and see a car speeding towards me.

Someone grabs me, but the car is too fast and my world is going by too slowly.

A few moments later, the car hits me. It drives right over me though, as the drunk driving the car practically flatens me. He continues roaring down the street as I lay, stunned.

The stunned state only lasts for a few minutes, because I'm soon in pain. I can't feel myself anywhere as I close my eyes, trying to pay attention to the one thing I know how to pay attention to; my stable, healthy heartbeat. Laying on the street with people crowded around me though, it's hard to pay attention.

Until I realize something.

The heartbeat can't be heard or felt because it's no longer there.

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h e r c u l e s

"Oh my fucking god, he's fucking dead." I mutter to Lafayette. Lafayette pats my head lovingly, but I can feel his tears dripping down onto the arm I'm using to hug his waist.

"Shhh... Shhh..." Lafayette mumbles to me, pulling to over to the side so he's the one hugging me on the left side of our blue bed.

I'm silent for a while, but the tears that were waiting to come out finally comes out.

"It's my fault." I deadpan to Lafayette, pulling the covers up to my face.

He turns me around, cupping my face softly with a frown, "It's not, Herc."

I sniffle.

Lafayette sighs, which makes me feel like such a disappointment, but it doesn't last long. He gets out of bed, pulling me along with him. I follow Lafayette to our kitchen. He sits me down on one of our bar stools, getting us both coffee and then setting it down. I lay my head on his shoulder when he sits down.

"It's not your fault."

I'm silent, before getting into his lap. I giggle, getting my coffee cup and putting it to my lips.

Lafayette laughs, playing with my hair. I fall asleep like that, but when I wake up the next morning, we're back laying in our blue bed, Lafayette's arms around my waist.

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a l e x

I wake up in a soft white bed. The pillows near my face keep me warm in the relatively cold room. I don't want to get up, but the door on the other side of the room creaks open. I slowly rise up from my slumber, looking at who's at the door. I'm surprised to see a boy.

He has angel wings and long brown hair. Freckles dot his face like stars in the night sky as he walks towards me hestitantly.

"I'm John Laurens," He introduces himself, "I'm your gaurdian angel."

I snort.

"Well, you didn't do a very good job of keeping me alive, eh?"

John shrugs.

"I tried my best, man. Anyway, I'm not here to get beat on by the person who I tried to keep alive for nineteen years. I'm here to give you back all the things you lost in your lifetime. Including memories. This is some deep shit, I don't know why they always force me to make people look so deep at this time of the day. You just woke up."

I put my hands out, like I'm expecting the gift.

John takes a cardboard box out from behind his back and hands it to me.

"Have fun." He flys away.

I look at the cardboard box in front of me, sighing. It's sealed with tape and someone scrolled on the top 'Alexander Hamilton.' It's in messy handwriting and the name John is underneath it. I sigh lightly, pulling the tape off the box and pushing off the cardboard openings.

As suddenly as I opened the box, things begin flying out. Memories fly out in thought bubbles, all floating above my head. I look at them in awe before I chose the first one.

I sit on the swings, tears riding down my face. My eye is black from all the punches I've gotten and I can't help as the tears find their way to the ground. I swing half-heartedly, stuck in my own head. I don't even realize he's there until... he's there.

"Are you okay?" A soft voice asks. I look up, surprised to see someone on the swings next to me.

"Yeah... I'm okay." I nod vigorously, contemplating standing up and running away or staying with this seemingly nice boy.

"I'm Thomas." He says out of the blue.

"I'm Alexander."

I smile at the memory and touch the next bubble.

"I love you so much." I whipser, laying in his lap. He runs his fingers through my hair, but it doesn't feel right.

"I love you, too." James [Reynolds] whispers.

I frown, continuing on.

"Stop!" I scream helplessly, a lost ball on the floor as James keeps hitting me. Yesterday, he tore me. Today, he's decided if he can't have sex with me, he'll just hit me instead.

I get hit again as I feel my conscious fade away.

Tears pour down my face, falling onto the white sheet covers. I can't help it though. I remember all of this. This is just a recap. I need more. More... More... I continue on, popping the next bubble above my head. It pops, the liquid spilling over onto me.

"ALEXANDER!" Thomas yells, pulling me into a hug. I giggle, feeling my face with my hands. I have a black eye and my arm is broken, so of course, this hurts me a lot.

"Thomas..." I whisper.

He cups my face in his hands, whispering random things to himself. I can't hear, I'm practically asleep.

I close my eyes.

He kisses me on the lips.

I smile fondly at the memory, tears somehow slipping down my face even faster now.

"I love you." Thomas says to me. We're in bed, both of us trying to sleep. I have my head buried in his chest as I look up and blush. I reach up to kiss his cheek, somehow being successful in my luck. Thomas says nothing, but holds me even tighter.

"Now let's go to sleep. Hercules invited me over."

"Okay."

I can't finish looking at the memories as I break down in tears, asking myself the continous same question over and over again.

Is Thomas okay back on Earth?

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