Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Bronze

A/N - I am COMPLETELY rewriting I'm Yours bcoz I hate it WOO HOO I'll tell y'all when it's fixed

John's POV

There's a statute in the middle of Central Park. They say that the boy pictured was frozen by a witch. Some say it was because his life wasn't exactly perfect. The legend goes that the witch took pity on him and turned him into a beautiful bronze statue. He can only be unfrozen if his soulmate cups his cheeks. It makes for great photo opportunities and a lot of tourist buzz. He looked about nineteen and he wears baggy tattered clothing. If the legend is true I feel bad for him but it's just a stupid story for a beautiful piece of art.
   "John, are you coming?" Lafayette called, we were going on a run in Central Park because Laf wanted to show off in front of Hercules. I went cause I always go on runs.
   "Yeah, yeah. Let me tie my damn shoes." I tied my shoes and we started to jog. Laf and Herc flirted while I jogged in front and became lost in thought. Suddenly Laf grabbed me and yanked me back, almost making me fall. He dragged me behind a bush and we crouched down. "What're you-"
   "Shhhh! Look!" He pointed and I turned to see Eliza Schuyler standing at the base of the soulmate statue's pedestal. I frowned and watched her. She seemed to be blushing a little as she crawled up his pedestal and stood over him. He's posed on the ground sobbing on his hands and knees. She bent down and cupped his cheeks. Nothing happened and she sighed sadly. She crawled down and ran off. Laf pulled me out of the bush and ran up to his pedestal.
   "What if one of us is the one?" Herc asked, Laf grinned and I scoffed.
   "Ooh! I wanna try!" Laf crawled up and cupped the boy's cheeks. "Nothing." He hopped down with Herc's help and Herc tried, still nothing. "Your turn, John!"
   "Seriously?" They nodded. "It's just a dumb legend. Nothing's going to happen."
   "How do you know?"
   "It's a statue, Laf!"
   "Just try!"
   "Ugh, fine!" I crawled on the pedestal and sighed. I crouched down and cupped his cheeks, making strong eye contact with Laf. Suddenly loud sobbing filled the silent park and I stared down wide eyed. The bronze seemed to melt into his skin, revealing a tan color, and tears dropped onto my hands. The boy had black shoulder length hair and a small body. I hastily hugged him close and stared at Laf for help.
   'Talk to him!' Laf mouthed, I glared and looked down at the sobbing boy in my arms.
   "Are you ok? What's wrong?" The boy held my shirt for dear life and sobbed his heart out. I just held him and comforted him. He never spoke and he tugged my shirt. I rubbed his back and promised him it'd be ok.
   "Wh-Where am I-I? Wh-Who are y-you?" He looked up at me and I got lost in his hazel eyes.
   "You're in New York and my name's John."
   "John? This does not look to be New York?" He looked around and frowned.
   "Quick question." He gave Laf his attention. "What year is it?"
   "Seventeen seventy six." He answered, looking at Laf like he was an idiot and causing me to snort.
   "Um...it's twenty nineteen, buddy." Herc smiled.
   "Pardon me?"
   "It's twenty nineteen." Laf repeated, pulling his phone out and handing to the boy. He messed with it and yelped when Laf got a text. "Maybe we should get home." I nodded and the boy frowned at all of us.
   "Why are you all dressed so..." he trailed of trying to find the right word.
   "Shitty." The three us smiled in unison making him jump.
   "Do not use that vial language!" The boy snapped, I chuckled and jumped down off the pedestal. Did I mention it was several feet off the ground. The small boy stared at the ground wide eyes and I held out my hands. He slowly took them and I helped him crawl down. He stumbled a bit and I caught him. "I feel strange." He mumbled.
   "About two hundred years off your legs and that might happen. I could carry you?" He nodded a bit and I picked him up. He squeaked and held on tighter. With that I carried him home and quietly explained the subway and basically everything.

   "Ok, there we go. All set!" I hummed, he now wore my clothing and his hair was tied up in a bun. "Are you comfortable? Everything good? What's your name?"
   "Alexander Hamilton."
   "Um...I'm John Laurens. That's Hercules Mulligan and Marquis de Lafayette."
   "Vous êtes français?" Alexander smiled. A/N - You are French?
   "Oui!  Votre français est sans faille!  Où avez-vous appris?" Laf grinned. A/N - Yes, I am! Your French is flawless! Where did you learn?
   "Ma mère m'a appris dès mon plus jeune âge.  Je ne l'ai jamais perdu ... même après sa mort." Alexander got sad at the end and Laf gave a sad smile. A/N - My mother taught me from a young age. I never lost it...even after her death.
   "Je suis désolé de votre perte, mon ami." A/N - I'm sorry for your loss, my friend.
   "S'il te plaît, ne le dis pas à John.  Je ne comprends pas pourquoi mais ... je ne veux pas qu'il sache." I looked up at my name and Alexander looked away. A/N - Please, do not tell John. I do not understand why but...I do not want him to know.
   "Bien sûr.  Il est votre âme soeur après tout." Laf hummed. A/N - Of course. He is your soulmate after all.
   "Pardon? Qu'est-ce qu'un 'âme soeur'?" A/N - Pardon? What is a soulmate?
   "Herc, will you take John in the other room?" Herc towed me out and took me to my bedroom.
   "I'm gonna loose it." I mumbled, flopping on my bed and sighing. "I've never believed in soulmates but with Alexander I feel...at home. Is this weird?"
   "No."
   "He was a STATUE and now he is NOT!" I specified, Herc chuckled and I heard the door open.
   "Is it true?" Alexander's small voice floated through the room and I sat up. He seemed to be crying and I rushed over, cupping his cheeks. "John, is it true?!"
   "I-...yes." Alexander broke down and sobbed into my shirt. "Am I really that bad?"
   "It is not you. I do not want to die anymore!" He wailed. We'll cover the anymore later.
   "Alexander, why are you going to die?"
   "This is treason! I cannot be see with you like this! I am so sorry! I cannot!"
   "Oh, baby! It's ok! I'm sure Laf explained how long it's been-" Laf nodded. "It's ok now. Sure there are some people who are shitty about it but you're not gonna die. Being gay is ok."
   "G-gay?"
   "Guys who love guys." I explained, I smirked and prepared to kill my friends. "Like Laf and Herc."
   "Th-they l-love each other?" I nodded and Laf and Herc turned beat red. "Are they ok?"
   "Get out of my room and go on a date already you idiots!" They scrambled to get out and closed the door.
   "I do not want to die." I stroked Alex's hair and kissed the top of his head.
   "You won't. I promise." I sat him on the bed and he leaned against me.
   "You speak oddly."
   "You talk funny."
   "Um...I am still...lost with this centuries activities but being with another male is...how do you say...ok?"
   "Yes."
   "And being less masculine is...ok?"
   "Yes."
   "...ok?" He was having issues with ok...which is absolutely adorable. "M-May I lay with y-you?"
   "You're adorable. Of course you may." We laid down and he smiled, snuggling into me.
   "Will you teach me the ways of...this?"
   "You don't have to do anything with me. You barely know me."
   "I do not understand. However, I feel...connected to you."
   "I feel connected to you too." I smiled. "However!" Alex giggles and looked up at me. "You-" I booped his nose. "-are on apartment lock down until you understand the twenty first century."
   "What exactly does that include?"
   "It means you don't leave here until you say 'ok' without scrunching up that cute little nose of yours and questioning it."
   "Ok?" I giggled and he yawned.
   "Are you tired?" He nodded and snuggled closer to me. "Ok. Let me get out of my gross work out clothes and we can get you something to wear while you sleep."
   "Alright." I smiled and helped him up. I started to pull of my shirt and Alexander just stared. I chuckled and turn to grab a new shirt. "What are those?"
   "Oh...um-" I sighed and felt his fingers in my back. "My father isn't exactly the best." He traced my scars and wounds and slowly started to wrap his arms around my waist.
   "Is this how you-"
   "Yes, Baby." I smiled, he kissed my back a bit and I could tell he was trying really hard.
   "Will you explain-?"
   "Yes. My sister died when I was seven in a car crash."
   "Car-?"
   "You'll see them tomorrow when we go get you clothes that fit." I chuckled. "Anyway, my dad started  drinking and he got violent. He started to hit me and one day he snapped and cracked a beer bottle over my head and used the shards to cut me." Alex stepped in front of me and wrapped his arms around my neck, hugging me. I held him tightly and smiled.
   "Is this...ok?"
   "Yes, Alexander." I chuckled and buried my face in his neck. "Hey! Can I call you Alex?"
   "Alex?" I pulled back and looked him.
   "I can call you Alexander-"
   "Alex is fine."
   "Cool." Alex frowned and I grinned. "You're so cute! Let's get you some new clothes." I pulled out a t-shirt and Alex started to take down his clothes. He pulled the shirt over his head and covered his scarred torso. I gave him some basketball shorts and changed myself.
   "So what is on the agenda for tomorrow?"
   "Well, food and clothes and whatever else you want to do...also learning about the twenty first century." I hummed, laying down and pulling the covers back for Alex. He crawled in and hesitantly snuggled into me. He held him close and smiled as I drifted off to sleep.