(Third book) Philip Hamilton X Reader: The almost truth can beguile

-Chapter 37: Locked doors-

Back in Arahz's room

"I think those two will figure it out," George smiled. "We should head downstairs now," He told Y/N. "You should. Samuel is at his office right now so he won't be able to catch you guys," Arahz said. "Right," She agreed before looking at Arahz. "Thank you for everything you've done for us," She said with a small smile. "Just promise me one thing, Y/N," Arahz sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. "Make sure Philip makes it out alive," To which Y/N nodded before exiting the room with George.

In the kitchen down in the basement

"The cooks really have outdone themselves with the biscuits this evening," The leader of the guards said as he munched down on a cookie. "They even added some dried fruit and chocolate, absolutely delicious," Another guard agreed. As they were feasting on these cookies, they seemed totally oblivious to John and Jones who had carefully slid an iron bar on the door to completely lock them out of the rest of the castle. That kitchen in particular was a small sub-section of the main kitchen and could only be accessed by that door.

"Boom," Jones whispered as John applied the last reinforcements making sure the door would stay shut. "Let's get out of here and stand guard for when Y/N and George need help," John sighed as he put the last reinforcement on the door. "Agreed," Jones said as they slowly made their way back to the queen's office door.

Just as they reached the hallway, they saw a figure walk into the office and shut the big doors. "That must've been Y/N and George," Jones remarked. "They do have good timing," John agreed as they approached the doors. "Let's wait for them to negotiate. If they need help, they'll give us the signal and-"

"John!" A bit taken aback, both Jones and John looked aside and saw Y/N and George approaching them from the other end of the hallway. John and Jones looked at the office door where they had presumably seen Y/N and George disappear into and gave each other a confused look. "I see you guys managed to get rid of the guards," George smiled upon which John immediately turned to the office doors, put his hands on the two-door handles, and attempted to open the doors. 

Like an electric current, the anxiousness flowed from his fingertips to his hands, slithering around his arms, spreading like wildfire over his chest, tensing up his shoulders, making his legs shiver and a chill go down his spine as he realized the two gigantic doors were now locked. 

"Erm... Say, Jones," John stuttered as he attempted to jerk the door open again. "If that wasn't George and Y/N we saw enter this room," He nervously smiled. "Then who was that?" He asked, hoping for the voice of reason to answer him. 

A sudden memory awakened and roared at him as John cowered at the mere thought of what they were supposed to do now. The problem wasn't that he didn't know who it could've been. It was more so that he hoped it wasn't who he thought it was.

"Wait, what?! Someone else is in there?" Y/N asked, running toward the two as John let go of the door handles. "Who was it?" She asked. "I thought it was George since I only caught a glimpse of his back before the door was shut," Jones said a bit confused. "Okay, let's be reasonable here. There are only three possible answers to this question," George said, calming the bunch down.

"Either it's Samuel, which wouldn't be possible since he's in his office right now. Maybe it's Eacker, however, I don't think he'd want to see the queen alone. He wouldn't have a reason to. It could also be a random servant, but servants aren't supposed to lock doors so we can scratch that one off the list as well," George pondered out loud. "So which one is it?" Y/N asked.

"Neither," John answered. "It's Alexander," 

"Wait, what?! But why would he want to-" Y/N's question got interrupted by George. "That's right. He did want to see the queen, didn't he?" He asked. "Why did he want to see the queen?" Jones asked. 

 

"I'm going to do what I was ordered to do nineteen years ago by Washington and then I'm, hopefully, going to leave and never come back here ever again!" He sneered and stepped toward the door. 

"You're going to kill Y/N?" George asked.

"Oh no," Jones said, widening his eyes in realization. "Oh, no that's baaad," He whispered. "That's not good," He mumbled. "Mhm, yes sir-" "WOULD YOU STOP MUMBLING TO YOURSELF?!" Y/N yelled.

"The bastard has poor timing," John groaned and rubbed his temples. "Can I know what's happening?" Y/N asked. "Not only that but if he does it now we WILL be tangled in a political outrage!" Jones added. "Especially," John continued as he pointed at George. "Since that dimwit is still alive and he should be DEAD-Well, actually all of us should be dead-BUT HE SHOULD BE THE MOST DEAD!" 

"CAN ANYBODY TELL ME WHAT THE FRICK FRACK IS GOING ON HERE?!" Y/N yelled in frustration. "Y/N, Alexander has been planning to murder the queen since the beginning," George calmly said as the two others stopped bickering. "Alexander is going to...?" She repeated the name as if she pulled a memory of him out of the back, back, back of her mind. She did recall that Alexander had some "business" to take care of. 

"He can't just..." She faintly said as she put her hand on the door.  A sudden wicked force, the same force John felt being stung by when the door wouldn't open, built up in Y/N's chest. An external force arose like a dim light and breathed deeply in her neck, building up even more force internally. Anger? Sadness? Guilt? Did it really matter?

"Does it really matter?"

"You should learn to let things go just like your mother,"

"Just like your mother, you're just all bark and no bite,"

"In this timeline, in the previous one, in the next one,"

"It doesn't matter."

"You are always going to be the same, old, useless Y/N,"

"He can't just murder her!" As if she was drawing power from the voice, taunting her for something she knew nothing of, she banged on the door once. Once was enough to quiet the voice and to magically unlock the door. As the door cracked open, Y/N wasted no time to press it open even further, amazing the three men behind her.

"Not today." She stated and walked inside.