Historical Hamilton Oneshots

Who even is this guy?-Laurloch/Lams

Alexander's POV

Alexander Hamilton collapsed down on the bed he and John shared, exhausted from battle-filled day. There was nothing more he wanted to do than sleep, which was unusual for him. Normally, sleep wasn't even in his vocabulary.

He probably would have gone to bed right then and there-it was night, after all, and Washington hadn't given him any urgent assignments-but John had not yet returned to their tent, and he always slept better with John there.

Soft footsteps thudded from outside the tent, and Alex smiled, expecting his lover to join him in any second. But the man who entered his tent wasn't John.

The stranger had thick, dark locks in a simple plait and green eyes that glittered with a cruel sort of intelligence. He wore a simple captain's uniform, meaning Alex outranked this man and could therefore order him to leave his tent at once, unless he had urgent news. But curiosity got the better of him.

"Excuse me, but who are you and what are you doing in my tent?" Alex asked, rising slowly from his bed so he would appear slightly more intimidating. It didn't have the desired effect, however, as the stranger was much taller then he.

The man shifted from foot to foot. "I was told I would find Colonel John Laurens here, that this was his tent, but it appears he is not here. Would you happen to know where to find him?"

"If he is not here, it means he is discussing highly classified matters with General Washington. Can I take a message?" Alex continued, "And you still have not given me your name, Captain."

The captain's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, clearly despising the reminder that Alex outranked him. "The name is Francis Kinloch." A pause, his eyes flickering to Alex's badge. "Colonel," he added, bitter undertones lacing his voice with the last word. Alex noticed that his voice was brushed with a soft Southern accent, like a certain South Carolinian he knew and loved. "And I'm afraid I cannot give you a message, except that I would like to speak with Jo-with Colonel Laurens privately."

Alex eyed Kinloch suspiciously, not missing the way this man had almost called John by his first name, meaning the two had probably met before. "Has this anything to do with the war? Because as you so cleverly noticed, I am too a colonel, and so if you have information about the war to share with a colonel, specifically, you may tell me. You needn't bother John, he is currently busy with more important matters."

"It has nothing to do with the war," Kinloch replied through clenched teeth. "But I must speak with him."

The desperation in his eyes sent the gears turning in Alex's mind. He remembered something John had said when they first began their relationship. "I am not new to this," he'd confessed to Alex long ago. "I had another male lover, once, when I was much younger and considerably more foolish. But it ended, though not on the best of terms."

Alex's stomach lurched. This man couldn't possibly be John's ex-lover, could it? John had not explained his former relationship any further, nor had he given Alex the name of the man he'd once loved, but that was simply because John was a very private person. He didn't often speak of his past, nor was he used to it, unlike Alex, who normally overshared everything about his personal life. But that was partly why their relationship worked so well. John had taught Alex that not everything needed to be said aloud, and Alex had helped John open up more, even if he hadn't succeeded in learning more about his mysterious ex.

"I will remind you once more, Captain Kinloch," Alex said through clenched teeth. "That Colonel John Laurens is not here. I will kindly ask you to leave my tent, as I would like to sleep before spending another day in battle tomorrow."