History Has Its Eyes On You ~ A Hamilton Fanfiction (Book 1, Act 1)

The Ringtone Of Death

(Y/N POV)

I could recognise the camp set up in the distance, soldiers running around frantically like ants. Once they'd noticed us, they readied their muskets for a possible attack. Lafayette pulled out a white handkerchief, waving it in the air to signify our surrender. They lowered their guns, and we continued to ride over.

We'd changed back into our colonial uniform the previous night, bringing the redcoat uniform with us in case we may need it in the future. As we got closer, I recognised George Washington emerge from his tent, glaring our way. Hercules, Lafayette and Alexander saluted him, and therefore I was inclined to copy. He did not salute back, however.

We rode through the camp, tying our horses up with the others. The carriage gently stopped at the start of the camp, so that it couldn't cause any disturbance. Everyone came to watch the overflow of prisoners tumble out, some even being recognised and sharing long-lost hugs with one another. I smiled for their happiness, but it instantly faded when I noticed a furious Washington marching towards me.

"What is the meaning of this?!" he ordered.
"Well, you see--"
"You four. In my office. Now." Washington interrupted Lafayette. We trudged over, Wilson giving us a selfish smirk once he'd seen us.

Washington sat down behind a desk, staring at Hamilton before any of us. "You were apart of this?"
"Well, no, not exactly, sir. I went off to find them." Hamilton admitted.
"Then you're dismissed." He led himself out, sighing out of relief.

"What do you three have to say for yourselves?" Washington pondered, "And you, General? I can imagine this was all your idea?"
"I- It was mine, sir." I stuttered, stepping up before him. "I did this. It's my fault all this happened in the first place."

"Is this true?" Washington asked, glancing at Lafayette.
"Uhm, well, not really because we partici--"
"Close the door on the way out, you two." he dismissed, pointing to Hercules and Lafayette.

I gulped, feeling the palms of my hands grow sweaty as they left. Washington checked both of my shoulders, raising his eyebrows in shock. "What's your name?"
"Charlie Miller, sir." I answered.
He picked up a bunch of files, scanning them for any source of information. "You joined just over a week ago?" He seemed genuinely perplexed.
"Yes, sir."

"That's... That's very impressive." Washington admitted.
On the outside I hid my utter excitement. But on the inside, I was just bawling from happiness. "Thank you very much, sir!"
"Hah, it's not problem." he responded.

"You know, you remind me of me when I was younger. Your enthusiasm will get you a long way, boy." Washington complimented.
"I appreciate that, sir."
"Now go. We don't want those newcomers raining havoc, do we?" Washington joked.

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"So let me get this straight: the three of you escaped from the camp, just so you could risk your lives and save the prisoners?" Burr questioned.
"It was mainly just John at first, but yeah. That pretty much sums it up." Hercules agreed.
"My god... You'll all wind up dead sooner or later."

"Burr!" Another individual in this camp that despised me was Charles Lee. I couldn't understand why, but from what I'd learnt from Hamilton, he was a douchebag. He sat down next to Burr, trying to make me jealous of their friendship by hanging an arm over his shoulder. "So what's crackelacking?"

Lafayette sighed, turning away from him. "I'm going to help John set up his tent." Even though he knew Alexander would be helping him, he just couldn't put up with Lee.
"Seems like everything's going dandy!" Lee took a handful of berries Hercules had kindly gathered, stuffing them into his mouth.