Our Little Secret ||Historical Lams Oneshots||

Reunited

I point my pistol towards the sky. I'm sorry, Betsy. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the shot I knew was coming.

I hear a bang, feel a sharp pain in my side, and then...

Nothing.

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My ears ring, and I blink my eyes open to a bright light. My surroundings are completely white. I look down at my hands, and I can tell I no longer look forty-nine. Someone clears their throat behind me, and I whip around.

"M-mother?" I stammer, walking slowly over to the woman in front of me. She nods and opens her arms. I run into them and hug her tightly. "I missed you, Alexander," she said, her voice exactly how I remember it. "And I know there are others here who do as well..."

She takes my arm and leads me away. I take one last glance behind me before taking my arm out of my mother's grasp and start running. She chuckles and picks up her pace to keep up with me.

I keep running until the scenery changes suddenly, and the white area becomes home. New York. I beam and look behind me, but my mother has disappeared.

I spot a large building, and I walk closer, curious, before I recognize it. The Schuyler mansion. I race up to the door and knock. I hear footsteps and the door opens.

"Peggy!" I exclaim, embracing the dark-haired girl in the doorway. "Alexander?" she asks, pulling out and looking at me. "Is it really the great Alexander Hamilton?"

"In the flesh... sort of."

Peggy laughs and hugs me again. "There's someone here who I know would love to see you." she says. She steps out of the doorway and allows me inside. I nod in thanks and wander around the house. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a hallway mirror, and I gasp.

My hair has regained its red tint, and the gray has faded into nothing. It has curled back up and my eyes aren't tired anymore. I chuckle softly at the thought, knowing that was completely my own doing. I grin. I look twenty again.

I hear the faint sound of a piano and I jerk my head towards the sound. I walk slowly in the direction of the music. I gasp incredulously when I see the source.

"Philip..." I breathe. The piano stops abruptly and the boy on the bench turns around. His face contorts into an expression of confusion, before he tilts his head and he inhales sharply. "Pa?" Philip asks. He stands and comes in my direction. His eyes, which so perfectly match mine, widen and glisten with tears.

"Oh, my son..." I murmur. "How I missed you." I wipe his eyes with my thumb, and Philip smiles. I pull him into my arms. "I missed you too, Pa." he said, a bit muffled by my embrace.

We talked for a while about anything that came to mind, before Philip suggested we take a walk. He seemed excited about something, and I laughed softly as I followed his quick pace to an open field (that's framed with trees- ahem, wrong musical).

"Go on." he said, motioning for me to go ahead of him. I raise an eyebrow questioningly at him and take a few steps forward.

I suddenly see a figure making their way towards me, the sun making a silhouette of their frame. I squint as they come closer, in attempt to make out who it was. I gasp. 

John.

My dearest John.

I let out a sob and sprint towards him. I jump onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. "Alexan-" he starts.