Hamilton Oneshots

Son-Washingdad

I had Meet Him Inside and One Last Time stuck in my head and this thing  came to be lol. Enjoy ye young children. Also I wrote this on May 26-27th. During the middle of the night. So it's probably bad. Lol. Bye. 

"Son, you can't keep doing this!" Washington pounded his hand on the desk.

"Don't call me son." Alexander muttered.

Alexander wiped the blood away from his split lip. He had gotten into another fight with another person for the probably billionth time.

"You solve nothing, and you only aggravate our only allies!" Washington yelled.

Alexander was pissed. He was only doing what was right. He heard Charles Lee talking shit about Washington, the president of the United States, so he did what was needed. Which meant pounding some sense into Lee, but whatever.

"Son-"

"I'm not your son."

"Watch your tone, I'm not a maiden in need of defending, I am grown!"

"These men take your name and they drag it through the mud!"

"This isn't about my name! Son, this is abo-"

"CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME!" Alexander's yell seemed to echo. He wanted to yell more. How dare he act like he is my father. I'm not his son. My father was a dick who hated me. I don't need a replacement. I'm fine on my own. He just needs to except that I don't-

"Go home, Alexander."

No. He was kidding. Alexander didn't mean it. He didn't want to lose his job or mess things up.

"Sir,-"

"Go home!" Washington pointed towards the door.

Alexander walked away with tears in his eyes.

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Alexander stormed into the house angrily. How could Washington do this to him? Alexander helped Washington with so many things. Now he just got rid of him, just like that?

"Alexander, is everything alright? You're home early." Eliza asked. She looked worried. His face looked angry and red but his eyes. They were full of hurt.

"I'm fine. I have work to do." He gave his pregnant wife a kiss on the check before locking himself in his office.

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Alexander sat in his office chair. Angrily tapping his foot. He debated whether to call, text, or just not contact Washington. What would he say? Hi, Mr. Washington. So I know I screamed at you and stuff and I got into another fight but I was wondering about what you said; Did you really fire me? Or did you tell me just to go home and think about what I did. Well, sorry, bye.

He rubbed his hand over his face and sighed. He looked at his desk. He grabbed a pen and piece of paper and did what he did best.

Write.

He wrote a lengthy apology to Washington. About how he felt about the whole "Son" thing. He stuffed the 9 page long apology into an envelope. He closed the letter but left it on his desk. By the time he finished it was 11:00 PM. About 6 hours since he got home. His trash can was overflowing with papers. Usually writing just came to him easier but with this it was much more personal. He didn't know what to say.

All of sudden, Alexander got a weird chill. It was like someone had opened a window and let in the cold breeze. He felt goosebumps all up his arms. "Washington..." He murmured. Why did he think of Washington in that moment? And just as quickly as it came, it was gone. He thought nothing more of it.

Alexander released how tired he was and sank back in his chair. He felt himself dozing off. He started to dream. There was bright light. Alexander tried to cover his eyes but it did nothing. He saw someone walking towards him and the light wasn't as bright. It was Washington. "I'm so sorry, son. I know how you feel. Don't worry, I always knew all along." You knew what? Alexander wanted to ask but then Washington was gone and someone was shaking him awake.

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Eliza woke up with a start. Someone's phone was ringing. Loudly. She opened her sleep-blurred eyes and reached for her phone on the nightstand. She picked it up and noticed it was not her phone that was ringing. Eliza did notice it was 2:06 AM. Who was calling this early? She looked over to the other side of the bed, about to tell Alex to turn off his phone but Alex wasn't there. He probably fell asleep in his office and left his phone on.

She groaned and climbed out of bed with difficulty because of her being 7 months pregnant, ya know. She waddled as fast as her pregnant ass could go, just wanting to turn off that stupid phone and go back to sleep. She opened the door to the office and saw Alex passed out in his chair and his phone, ringing loudly on the desk.

She wanted to laugh at Alex's face. His head was tilted back all the way and was snoring like a fog horn. She was glad the door was closed or else she wouldn't ever have gotten any sleep.

Eliza shook Alex awake and he nearly fell out of his chair. "What's wrong?" He asked, half-asleep and rubbing his eyes. "Your phone is ringing non-stop, Alex!" Eliza exclaimed. He finally answered the phone and the noise was all gone. "Hello?" Alex sounded silly, his voice raspy and deep because of sleep.

"Yes, this is him." Eliza was about to turn and leave but she kinda wanted to hear what happened.

"I'm seated right now." There was a long pause as the person on the phone talked.

"Ok." A shorter pause now.

"I will be there by 8:00 AM."

Alex hung up the phone and sat at his chair. His eyes were glassed over and his face had no emotion. Eliza was about to ask what was going on but he exploded.

He swiped all of the things off his desk in one movement. Letters, papers, pens, his laptop went flying. He flung the chair on the ground and started tearing apart his office, knocking down filing cabinets and sending books into the air. Eliza just stood in the corner and watched, with her hand over her mouth in horror, as her husband destroyed his office.

Only after tearing apart his papers, did Alex seem to see what he had done. He sank down on the ground with his knees up to his chin and rocked back and forth. Eliza basically ran towards him and pulled up a chair. She had to pull Alex into the chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Alex, what is going on?"

After a couple moments of silence, Alex spoke, "Washington is dead. And it's my fault."

Eliza framed his face with her hands. She tilted his face up so he could see her. "Alex, baby, it's not your fault." She knew how much Washington meant to him. How Alex looked up to him. Like he was a father figure. Whether Alex wanted to admit it or not.

"But it is my fault." Alex looked down and away from her. She still kept her hands on his face though. "I came home early because Washington and I got into a fight. He was yelling at me for picking a fight with someone else. He kept calling me son. So I snapped. I yelled at him. He sent me home. The doctors said he had a heart attack around 11:00 PM. That he died alone, in his office. Martha realized he never came home and went to check on him. She found him dead. And it's my fault. I was going to call him beforehand. Maybe could have helped him. But I let my pride get in the way. It's my fault." Alex was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. "I never really minded him calling me son. It made me feel welcomed by him. But I brushed it off. Made it seem like it was bothering me. I felt like he was trying to replace my dad. My dad deserves to go to hell. I didn't want Washington to become that. I wrote it all in a letter for him. It's on the floor." Alex whispered.

Eliza tilted up his face again. "Alex. I know he knows that. He knows what you think about it. It's not your fault." She gave him a kiss and looked at him again.

"I just want him to call me son one more time." Eliza barely heard his voice.

Alex started to sob. It was quiet at first. But they grew louder, into heart wrenching sobs. He buried his face into Eliza's shirt.

He cried for the person he just wanted to call, Dad.