Hi. This is my first attempt at a Hamilton Fic, so please review if it stinks, or the characters are too OOC, or if you have any ideas for a part 2. This idea kept running around in my head, not letting me sleep.

As a side note, I did not intend any ships to be portrayed in this story, but you do you. Read and interperet how ever you want. All french translations are google translate, so i apologize to all actual French speakers.

Enjoy!

Lafayette fired his musket at one of the Redcoats that surrounded them. As he ran out of ammunition, five of his enemies got in closer, jabbing with their bayonets. Laurens suddenly charged at them, wielding the sword Lafayette had dropped near the beginning of the battle. Two fell, before a third scraped his leg with his weapon.

Alexander heard his friend scream in pain from the other side of the fight. Eyes widening, he and Hercules ran toward the sound. But in his distraction, Hercules didn't see the Redcoat aiming a musket at him. Alex did however, and, without thinking, pushed his friend forward and took the shot himself. His side immediately lit up in pain, and he heard an awful, gut-wrenching scream. It took a few seconds for Alex to realize that it was him. Time seemed to slow down.

He heard the popping of gunfire, and the thudding of of bodies on the ground, and an angry roar that could only be Hercules Mulligan, and french obscenities echoing as though he was under water. Someone was shaking him. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw that it was Laurens.

"ALEX! You need to stay awake!"

"Et restez à l'écart!" Lafayette yelled in the background, swinging his sword wildly at the retreating soldiers.

"Laurens? What's...Where…" Alexander tried.

"You are going to be okay. We've got to get you out of here." Laurens lifted Hamilton into his arms, but stumbled and fell as his leg gave out.

"LAFAYETTE! HERCULES!" Laurens almost shrieked at the frenchman, "I need your help!"

Lafayette, sprinted across the field as fast as his long legs would carry him, with the tailor's apprentice right on his tail.

"La merde … is he going to be okay?"

"I...I, don't know. But we have to get him out of here!" Laurens repeated, trying to stay calm. "He took a bullet for Herc."

Lafayette's eyes widened. He scooped Hamilton up bridal style, while Hercules helped Laurens up. Alexander began to convulse in Lafayette's arms, tears streaming down his face.

"Laf… Laf it hurts, ça fait tellement mal."

"You are are going to be okay, mon ami. I promise. S'il vous plaît, stay awake."

Hamilton nodded weakly, but was interrupted by a horrible coughing fit, as he choked on his own blood.

Lafayette began to panic, calling out to his friends. "Mal. Très très Mauvais. How far are we from camp?!"

Laurens grimaced, looking around desperately and leaning heavily on Hercules for support. "Laf, you're the fastest, but not the strongest. So even If you run the entire way, at your top speed, you could get him to the camp in about…" He paused, doing calculations in his head, "25 minutes."

"He may not have that long," Hercules said mournfully. "This is my fault, I should've paid attention…"

"Herc," Laurens said sternly, "We can't focus on what should have or could have been. We need to focus on getting Alex to a doctor. We need…"

"Un miracle," Lafayette stated sadly, and took off.

So there we go. Again, if anyone has any comments, or plotholes, or suggestions, please review or PM me! There will be a part 2 if i can collect my thoughts. Thanks!

RN