Alex was eating his breakfast when John walked in and turned the radio on.

"... orea, saying in a press conference that they successfully detonated a nuclear weapon. This has Japan and South Korea..."

"Ugh. Wonderful news, isn't it?" Alex asked.

"Brilliant." John agreed. "So what are your plans for today?" He asked, opening a pack of Pop Tarts.

"I don't know." Alex shrugged. "Maybe I'll just go and visit the Schuylers."

"Want me to drive you?" John asked. He put the Pop Tarts in the toaster.

"If you don't mind." Alex said. "Actually, I think I'll just get a taxi."

"Well I could sketch something so, if you want to pay money you don't have for a taxi, then go ahead." John said.

"Why would you wanna sketch something?" Alex asked as the news on North Korea droned on.

"Because I have an assignment due soon and I haven't started it."

"How soon?"

"About a week."

"Yikes." Alex pulled a face. "Yeah, you can take me if you want."

"I know. And then there's your wheelchair, Alex. Who would get your wheelchair in and out of the car? Your boyfriend, that's who."

"Okay, John, I get it. I already said you could drive me."

"Cool. When do we leave?" John asked.

"Have you had breakfast?" Alex asked.

"I'm just waiting for my Pop Tarts." John said.

"The toaster's broken." Alex said.

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is. Your Pop Tarts are gonna burn."

"They aren't." John stuck his tongue out childishly as he pressed a button on the side of the toaster. The Pop Tarts popped up and he grabbed them.

Alex moved away from the small table in the kitchenette and shook his head. "You're a man child, John."

"A gay, nerdy, political, animal loving man child." John bit into a Pop Tart with a smile, which quickly vanished when his mouth was burned by the hot jam inside. "Oh! Ow! Holy crap!" He spat it out in the sink.

"You're a lot of things, John. Sensible isn't one of them." Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Fuck it." John said. "Let's just go."

"Sure." Alex said. "I'll call and let Philip Schuyler know we're on the way."

Having Alex back from... Wherever it was he'd been, wasn't all that great for John. Alex was tired day and night and just wanted to sleep off the jet lag. But it was great to have Alex finally home again. February seemed like it had been the longest month for John, maybe because he witnessed his friends fighting, he had to confront his homophobic father and his brother died. Yeah. February was the worst. March was better already.

Even though Alex being home and sleeping meant that John had to clean out Alex's catheter for him, he was happy to do it. He loved Alex a lot. So much that he didn't mind doing the icky medical things for him.

But today, whether Alex was tired or not, John was taking him to the Schuyler mansion to pick up Alex's new wheelchair, which had arrived when Alex had been away. John had seen it. He didn't realize that wheelchairs could be made that small. It would definitely fit him perfectly.

So when John woke up, he was surprised to see Alex, with his feet up, eating lazily from a box of cereal on the couch as he watched something on the TV. The cereal box was resting on Alex's chest and there was milk already in it. Eew.

"'Sup, John?"

"Ugh, Alex. Seriously?"

"Got a problem, John?"

"We're going to the Schuyler's today."

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

"You forgot because you've been acting like a sloth the past few days-sleeping for twenty three hours of the day and awake for one."

"Oh relax, John. It's not that bad."

"It is. Now sit up." John walked over to Alex and snatched the cereal box and the spoon from him.

Alex grunted and grabbed his unresponsive legs and dragged himself up so he was sitting on the couch as John wanted. "What's got you all hot and bothered today?"

John took a seat where Alex's legs were resting-before he'd moved them. "Alex, you've been back for days. And all you've done is sleep."

"Not true."

"Very true." John said. "Who do you think's been the one who's done all the toilet stuff for you?"

"... The toilet fairy?"

"No, it's been me, Alex." John said. "Me and Ned-who's in an early lecture and can't be here right now." He added. "Do you know how disgusting it is shoving a suppository up your ass? Or giving you an enema? Or changing your catheter? I'm now very familiar with the consistency of your stool. Do you think I want to be?"

"Hey, I didn't ask you to give me enemas while I slept." Alex said defensively.

"But if I didn't, you'd get Autonomic Dysreflexia and have to be admitted back to the intensive care unit." John pointed out.

"Whatever."

"And have you been looking after yourself while you've been away?" John asked. "You have brain tumors-"

"Benign brain tumors."

"They're still brain tumors, Alex." John said. "I'm the one who's been playing white noise so your tinnitus doesn't bother you. I'm the one who's gonna have to look out for your vertigo returning. I'm the one who's gonna have to make sure you don't grow tumors on the rest of your body and end up like the Elephant Man because that's what Neurofibromatosis will do to you."

"Yeah, but Elephant Man was an extreme case."

"And what about your Yellow Fever? Your recurrent malarial infections? Your bad kidneys."

On the mention of Yellow Fever, Alex paled. John wasn't supposed to know about any of that. "Um..."

"Alex. I want you to look after yourself." John said. "Look, I get that you're self destructive. Hell, I'm self destructive too."

"You're a lot more self destructive than I am." Alex said.

"Yes. Well, Alex, please just try to stay alive."

"Okay."

"And don't go mad when I tell you that Abigail Adams has-"

"What's she done?"

"Assigned Charles Lee to assist you."

"Well fuck me." Alex blinked, unsure of what else to say. Charles Lee. Yuck. Pretending to like that coward-well, that's going to be hard.

"Good morning, Lafayette, you have a lecture soon so you'd best get ready for that." Martha said as soon as Lafayette had ran into the kitchen.

"I know, Martha." They said.

"Do you know how Peggy is?" Martha asked.

"I don't know, Martha."

"You've hardly said a word since Angelica's party." George observed. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Lafayette said.

"Somethings got to be wrong, sweetie, you're not usually this quiet." Martha put her hand on their back.

Lafayette shook her off. "I'm fine."

"Talk to us, Lafayette, that's how problems get solved." George urged.

"Nothing's wrong."

"Be that way, Lafayette." Martha said. "Just know that we're your parents and we love you. We would do anything and everything for you."

"Peggy's pregnant." Lafayette said.

"Ah. I... I see." Martha said. "George, we're going to be grandparents."

"Yeah." Lafayette nodded. "Grandparents."

"Well, you're a bit young to be having children, did you not use a condom?" George asked carefully, not wanting to offend.

"It was one time." Lafayette said flatly. "Thanksgiving."

"Well, the one time is all it takes." George said.

"But we're here to support you." Martha said. "All three of you."

"Four." Lafayette corrected. "Peggy's having twins."

"Well that-" George stopped abruptly, not sure of what to say.

Martha opened and closed her mouth as if she were trying to say something. "Four." She said, eventually. "Um. Four." She sucked on her teeth. "Okay. Four."

"Yes. Four. That's... Practically a family." George said.

Lafayette took something from their pocket and handed it to Martha. A photo of Peggy's ultrasound scan with the two little baby blobs.

"That-that definitely is twins."

"Where did twins even come from? They're not in Lafayette's family." George wondered.

"Maybe they come from Peggy's biological family." Martha reasoned.

"Yeah, maybe." George said. "Um, congratulations, Laf."

"At least she doesn't want to dump me." Lafayette said.

A/N: Hey guys! New chapter in the saga! Whoop!

Notes!

Poor John and Alex. It's only going to go downhill from there as the apocalypse is coming. Yeah.

How do you think paralysed people go to the toilet? It's not pretty and pretty much what John describes.

Autonomic Dysreflexia is a very nasty and extremely dangerous thing that people with spinal cord injuries get. Uncontrolled hypotension. High blood pressure. The heart then can't regulate itself properly and if the cause can't be found, a hospital visit is needed. It is potentially life threatening. It can be caused by anything from needing to pee, constipation, sexual activity, an ingrown toenail, even tight clothes. So no skinny jeans for Alex.

Elephant Man did not suffer from Neurofibromatosis, that's a common misconception. He actually suffered from Proteus Syndrome.

Alexander Hamilton really did suffer from recurrent malarial infections. And recurrent rheumatic fever. Whereas James Madison was told his whole life that health was bad (they don't actually think it was that bad in modern days), Alexander Hamilton's health really was bad (and we're finding more about the extent he hid it).

Alexander Hamilton was really self destructive. John Laurens, even more so.

Charles Lee wasn't really a coward. He just made some... Really bad decisions. Terrible decisions. Disobeying your commander in chief is generally a terrible decision. He also lost two fingers in a duel in Poland, so by the time Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens knew him, he had eight fingers. Yep. That's one more thing Lin don't teach you.