Musical One Shots, Imagines and Preferences (Requests Closed)

Stay Alive - Hamilton

If this is weird, I wrote it one night when I couldn't sleep. This might be good, it might be rubbish, but I hope you like it either way.

You and your brother Philip have been hunting for George Eacker all day. He spoke out against your father, and neither of you are willing to ignore it. Since you both want to challenge him to a duel, you decide that whoever finds him will challenge him, and the other will be the second. You decide to ask a few ladies you see ahead of you if they know where he is. Philip approaches them first.
"Ladies, I'm lookin for a Mr. George Eacker. He made a speech last week, our Fourth of July speaker. He disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd. I can't have that, I'm making my father proud," he says.
"I saw him just up Broadway a couple of blocks. He was going to see a play," one of them says.
"Well, I'll go visit his box."
"God, you're a fox," the other lady says.
"And y'all look pretty good in ya' frocks," Philip says, "how 'bout when I get back, we all strip down to our socks?"
They seem interested in your brother, as do many people in New York. You roll your eyes as you both head towards the theatres.

After asking a few more people, you find the theatre Eacker is in. The two of you split up to find him in the theatre, you heading upstairs and Philip staying in the stalls.
"George!" you shout as you see him. You run towards him. Luckily, he is sitting next to the aisle, so you're not climbing over people.
"Shh! I'm trying to watch the show!" he hisses.
"You should have watched your mouth before you talked about my father though!"
"I didn't say anything that wasn't true. You father's a scoundrel, and so, it seems, are you."
"It's like that?"
"Yeah, I don't fool around. I'm not your little schoolboy friends."
"See you on the dueling ground, after the play. That is, unless you wanna step outside and go now."
"I know where to find you, piss off. I'm watching this show now."

You run downstairs and meet Philip, who has just given up looking for Eacker.
"Did you find him?" he asks.
"Yeah. We're duelling after the play," you explain.
"Looks like I'll be your second," he says, "we should get advice from Pops."
The two of you head towards your house, hoping your father will understand.

———

"Pops, if you had only heard the shit he said about you. I doubt you would have let it slide and we was not about to-" Philip starts
"Slow down," your father says.
"We came to ask you for advice. This is my very first duel. They don't exactly cover this subject in boarding school," you say.
"Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?"
"He refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease."
"Where is this happening?"
"Across the river, in Jersey."
"Everything is legal in New Jersey..." you all say in synch.
"Alright. So this is what you're gonna do," you father starts, "stand there until Eacker is in front of you, when the time comes, fire your weapon in the air. This will put an end to the whole affair
"But what if he decides to shoot? Then I'm a goner!" you ask. He puts a hand on your shoulder
"No. He'll follow suit if he's truly a man of honor. To take someone's life, that is something you can't shake, (Y/N), your mother can't take another heartbreak," he looks into your eyes, regret and sadness filling them.
"Father—"
"Promise me. You don't want this young man's blood on your conscience," he moves away from you and towards his pistols.
"Okay, I promise"
"Come back home when you're done. Take my guns. Be smart. Make me proud," he says. You take the guns.
"I will," you hug him tightly, and Philip joins in too, before you finally turn around and leave for the duel.

———

You and Philip stand with the doctor you brought, waiting for Eacker. You are growing more and more nervous, unsure of what to expect, until he finally arrives.
"Mister Eacker! How was the rest of your show?" Philip asks.
"I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go," he looks at you, "grab your pistol."
"Confer with your men. The duel will commence after we count to ten," Philip says. You stand several feet away from Eacker with Philip.

"Are you ready?" he asks.
"I think so," you reply.
"We'll be fine, just do what pops said."
"I will."

You turn to face Eacker, fear growing in you as you look at him. You begin to raise your pistol as you begin count.

"One. Two. Three. Four."

You think to yourself: Look 'em in the eye, aim no higher. Summon all the courage you require. Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky. You raise your pistol to the sky

"Five. Six. Seven."

BANG!

Pain shoots through your body as you fall back. Pain like you haven't experiences before. Your hip and right arm are in intense pain, where you assume the bullet must have hit you, but you are hurting too much to think clearly. Philip and the doctor rush to your side as you lose sight of Eacker and his second. Philip looks terrified, while the doctor does everything he can to stop the bleeding and he is staying remarkably calm. They both pull you to your feet and walk you towards the boat to get you to a hospital in New York.

———

The next few hours are a blur. You're not sure what's going on. You've lost a lot of blood, and the pain hasn't gone away. Had you forgotten something? Had you counted right? Maybe you forgot something in the heat of the moment, skipped a few numbers without realising so you weren't ready to fire, or did Eacker just try and kill you. You can't tell Philip has been there by your side the whole time, holding your hand, telling you everything will be okay, trying to keep you calm and distracted. You're in a hospital bed now, Philip is still there with you, but you don't know where anyone else is. You want to see your family again. You miss them.

"(Y/N)," you father appears before you. He looks devastated at what has happened, and at your pain, but he looks happy to see you alive. He holds your head and wraps his arm around your waist, like he is trying to hug you, but he doesn't want to move you in case it causes you any more pain
"Pa, I did exactly as you said, Pa. I held my head up high," you weakly explain.
"I know, I know, you did everything just right. Shh," he says comfortingly, trying to hush you to peace. Save your strength and stay alive..."
"Even before we got to ten, I was aiming for the sky," you whisper. His shushes you again, and you see that his eyes are filled with tears, as are yours, and Philip's, who still has a hold of your hand.

"No!" You hear your mother's pained voice run towards you.
"Eliza," your father whispers as his eyes look towards her.
"Is she breathing? Is she going to survive this?" she cries. She grabs your arm and you hold hers, and your father moves away a little. He lifts your head so you can face your mother.
"Who did this, Alexander, did you know?"
"Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me-"
"My child-"
"We played piano," you say weakly, trying to think of something happy."
"I taught you piano."
"You would put your hands on mine."
"You changed the melody every time."
"Ha. I would always change the line," you smile thinking about it.
"Shh. I know, I know. Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf," she sings quietly, and you join in, remembering happier times.
"Good. Un deux trois quatre..."

You're hardly aware of anything anymore. You think you're following along with your mother, but something feels wrong, like your body is giving up the fight. You look at all your family members. Your father, your mother, Philip. They all have tears in their eyes, some escaping. You stare at them sadly, as you give up the fight for life...