A/N: Hello! I am new to this website, so, if you ever feel need to tell me how I can do better or what I've that might bother you, and you want it fixed. . . constructive criticism, please. Thanks.

I have used Fanfiction. Net for forever, but this is my time publishing a story on here. Honestly, it was just a plot bunny hopping around in my head that begged to be written down (or, typed down in this case). But, I mean, what story isn't? So, anyway, try not to judge too hard.

There is no slash, no matter how much it may seem so. I am considering making this multi-chapter, unlike my other stories I have written elsewhere, but it will really depend on if I get anymore plot (that goes past what is needed for two chapters), and what this website reaction to this story is.

Now, onto the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: Sadly, neither US History, nor the Hamilton Broadway play belongs to me. That honour goes to Lin-Manuel Miranda and company.

Hope you enjoy; please comment if there is something you'd like to be changed in some way.

Goodbye and Farewell for now, JamesHowlett1943

"Burr."

His name echoed throughout what sounded and felt like a cave filled with lanterns. But, somehow, Burr could pay no attention to it.

"Burr."

The voice calling his name grew louder, more impatient, yet still, Burr could not drag himself from whatever deep hole his mind had fallen into.

"Aaron!"

Suddenly, a different voice was calling him, and this one was mere inches from his ear. He gasped quietly, and his head snapped up from its limp position, causing the room to spin slightly and his vision to blacken a moment.

Despite this, years in the military had done him well, and Aaron instinctively answered, "Sir!"

He looked up unsteadily to the front of the cave room, his eyes naturally landing on the judge, seated above him. It was only then he remembered he was in court, defending a murder suspect, and the shouting voice belonged to one Alexander Hamilton.

Wait, there were three judges.

He focused, furrowing his brow and squinting his eyes. The two judges on the side slid into the one in the middle, merging into one, solidified judge.

Oh.

That would make more sense.

"Mr. Burr," the aforementioned judge spoke too loudly for Aaron's liking, and it was clear he was struggling to keep his cool. "I asked you, sir, for your client's full name. Do you have an answer, or do you not?"

Aaron gathered himself as quickly as he could, "Apologies, Your Honour. Our client's full name is Levi Weeks." As he spoke, a sickly hoarse overtook his voice, and he winced slightly in surprise.

"Thank you, Mr. Burr. What does your client plead, sir?"

"My client pleads innocent, Your Honour."

One quick, unsuccessful court case later, Aaron Burr emerges from the courthouse, a grinning Alexander Hamilton in stride with him.

"Burr, we were quite fortunate to be apart of this case," the younger man said excitedly. "You are aware that we just made history? That was first murder trial of our brand new nation."

"Yes, Alexander," Burr replied tiredly. He was not at all disappointed by recent losses, because the hard evidence was clear as day, leaving no room for argument or doubt. Consequently, the case a taken a total of five minutes, if that.

But Aaron did not possess the energy or will which talking required; his throat burned like acid each time he spoke or swallowed, and his very blood felt to be boiling, despite the near-freezing December temperatures. With every his head throbbed painfully harder; he felt as if the energy had been sucked right out of him.

"Burr," Alexander said suddenly, looking straight at his friend. All traces of excitement had vanished from his features. "Are you feeling quite well, sir?"

It was then the older man realized they had halted, and, juxtaposed to Hamilton's healthy state, he was breathing quite heavily. Aaron shook his head to clear it, succeeding only in adding pain to his cranium.

"Yes, sir, I am fine, "Burr lied; Hamilton didn't need to know that he felt as if his brain might split any given second. Besides, he didn't think it would much matter, if he did know. "Thank you. Have a good morning, Hamilton." He added belatedly, tipping his hat, and departed before his fellow lawyer could respond.

"Father!"

Burr managed a small smile as he hugged his daughter back. She was only months shy of twenty-two, but still happily conceded to live with him. At least, until she deigned to marry, but Aaron continuously refused to entertain such a notion.

"Good morning, darling," he went to release her, but the grip around his middle tightened almost unnoticeably. He peered at her curiously (for she was the same height as him now; confound growth spurts), "Theodosia?"

His daughter peered back levelly, studying him. Finally she spoke, worry etched into her tone, "Father. . . I fear you've fallen ill."

He cocked his head, "Pray tell. . . what makes you fear it?"

"Well, your skin is rather hot, and, frankly, you look exhausted." He was taken aback, feeling somewhat proud to have such an observant daughter.

Aaron sighed, fatigue covering him like a blanket, anew (a blanket - that sounded marvelous at that moment), "It's alright darling. It will be tolerable." He was not quite, at this point, if he was attempting to convince himself or Theodosia.

"Alright," she said uncertainly, releasing her hold. Her expression lit up then, as if she'd suddenly remembered something, "Father, an aide from Mr. George Washington arrived in the later hours of the morning. He requested an audience with you."

Burr frowned, curious as to what the president would possibly wish to discuss with him. He sighed once again, " Okay, I shall meet with him." He embraced his daughter once more, kissing the top of her head, "Be careful; don't get into any trouble."

A mischievous grin split Theodosia's face, "I promise."

"Mr. Burr."

Aaron looked up from where he stood, straightening his weak body, "Mr. President?"

"I inquired as to if you realized why summoned you." The older man currently stood behind his office desk, hands clasped behind his back, erect as though he were still a general. In some ways, to some individuals, he was.

"No, sir, I do not," Burr admitted bluntly, wishing to keep his words to a minimum, seeing as even swallowing seemed to make his throat swell painfully.

"I asked you here because I was concerned about your partnership in court with Hamilton. It is, quite frankly, somewhat troubling that him and you have such a difficult time-"

An unforeseen wave of dizziness hit Aaron like a brick in that moment, and his knees threatened to buckle. He stumbled backward, making a desperate grab for the desk's supporting surface. But it eluded him by inches, and his knees gave in.

Vaguely, over the abruptly dominating white noise, Aaron heard a shout, and he was caught seconds before he hit the floor. He went limp, a rag doll in Washington's arms, and focused on controlling his breathing so as not to vomit.

"Aaron," Washington grunted under his weight, shifting so he might hold the other man in a more comfortable position, "What has come over you?" His voice was firm, with an underline of anxiety, and he could tell the man was withholding panic for his sake. An ice block pressed against his forehead, only to withdraw with a startled gasp, much to Aaron's dismay.

"You, boy," Washington called, most probably a nearby servant.

"Sir?"

The last thing Burr remembered was the president asking the servant to send for someone, then darkness passed over him and he knew nothing.

A/N: Thank you all for reading, I hope it was sufficiently not terrible.

I hope to be putting up the next chapter soon, seeing as I already have it typed out nd edited on my phone.

If anyone is curious: yes, the facts laid out inside of this chapter are true; I did my research. It very fascinating and quite enjoyable to research such topics. Let's just say: I discovered Levi Weeks, the first known murderer in our US History, was an idiot. Or maybe he had thought no one would expect him to be planning a murder, since none had yet occurred up to that point in our nation.

Anyway, thanks again for reading. Leave a review please, so I can modify my writings.

Until next time, Goodbye and Farewell,

JamesHowlett1943