This story was inspired by the fact that Alexander Hamilton's life just seems like one tragedy and heartbreak after another and no one in his family really got a happy ending. I want to pretend they did. In this story you're not going to see untimely deaths of young people, mental breakdowns, or ridiculous duels. There will be angst, drama, and romance (because that's just what I've been writing about since I was twelve), but no major emotional upheavals. Probably. I also really like the idea of Phillip and Theodosia getting together and uniting the families, preventing a lot of bloodshed, so that's what we'll have here. I'll try to stay true to the period, but I'm a biologist by (almost) degree, not a historian. I apologize for inaccuracies. Now I should mention that I have absolutely no knowledge of how or even if the Hamilton and Burr children interacted, as I'm currently only on chapter 3 of the Chernow biography. That said, enjoy this story! Feedback is appreciated and welcomed.

Also we're going to pretend that the Reynold's Pamphlet was published in May not July of 1979.

"Phillip!" The moment the front door to his home swung opened, Phillip Hamilton found himself locked in a tight embrace by 13-year-old Angelica. "You're home. I've missed you so! Please never leave me again." She mumbled into her older brother's shoulder.

Phillip laughed, holding his sister equally as tight. "I was home only a few weeks ago. Surely you haven't missed me that much."

"I've missed you like a fish would water. I'm so glad you're home," she said, finally releasing him. Phillip grimaced.

"Has it been terrible at home since?" he whispered.

"Father's been busying himself with work. He's hardly ever home, and when he is he's only ever in his office. He tried sharing a meal with us all since the publication but every time it's only been the most uncomfortable silence at the table."

"And how's mother doing?"

Angelica frowned. "She's been trying to keep up appearances. She's still teaching James and Alexander piano, but nothing's really the same. She won't speak to father when he's here. The boys have noticed something's odd, but I didn't think they'd be able to understand the situation if I were to explain it to them."

"No, you're right. Best not introduce that to them this young, anyway."

Angelica sighed. "I really am happy to have you back. Come on, let's get inside. Mother should be back any moment now." She moved back inside, letting him pass and closing the door behind them. "She went to the baker in town to get a pie for your return dinner with the boys and Aunt Angelica. I couldn't stomach the thought of missing your return." She made her way to the kitchen to sit at the table. "And who else would attend to these letters?"

"My dear Angelica, suitors already? I hadn't expected these to start coming in until your sixteenth year," Phillip teased. Angelica rolled her eyes.

"Did you not noticed the hundreds of men lining up on the porch to ask for my hand when you came in? We must get you glasses, Philip dearest," she shot back. "These are mostly letters of sympathy from apparent friends of mother's who evidently cannot believe what has happened and feel the need to press her for more information," she explained as she picked up an open letter on the table, tearing it into quarters. "I've been trying to spare her from the more indelicate ones, but I can't get to them all."

Phillip shuffled through a few of the letters that sat haphazardly on the table. One particular letter, addressed in elegant script to A. Hamilton and Family caught his eye. "What's this?" he asked his sister, holding the empty envelope in his hand.

"Oh! That was from Theodosia Burr. She invited us to a dinner party," Angelica said as searched through her stacks of letters. "I have the actual invitation here somewhere. I wanted to go desperately; it would be my first party since father held a cabinet position. Ah!" she said triumphantly, pulling a card from the stack and handing it to her brother. "There you are. Mother said now wouldn't be a good time. I understand why, but I miss Theo. It's been years since we last saw her, and it's an actual dinner party! Wouldn't it be grand?" she asked, dreamily. "I might go myself, but as a young lady it is apparently inappropriate to appear without a chaperone," she said rolling her eyes.

Phillip read the card in his hand. Theo must have spent ages working on these, he thought, examining the neat script.

"Unless…" Angelica trailed off. Phillip's head snapped up.

"What are you scheming?"

"No scheme. It's just, well, you could be a chaperone, couldn't you?" she smiled.

"No."

"But Philiip."

"No, Angelica. I only just got home and now you're roping me into going to a dinner party? I'd like to enjoy my time home."

"But it's not for another couple of weeks. Phillip, please? I'll never ask anything of you again!" Angelica pleaded.

"We both know that's not true," Phillip said shaking his head.

"Please?"

"No."

"We needn't stay long."

"Then why go?"

"To experience a dinner party, of course."

"Ange-"

"PLEASE," she begged, putting on her best pout. "And we get to see Theodosia again."

"She was always more of your friend than mine."

"All the more reason for you to go, to make your favorite little sister happy after leaving her alone for months at a time," she grinned. Phillip stared down his sister for a moment.

"You're my only little sister."

Angelica said nothing, pleading only with her eyes. Phillip groaned.

"Fine."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Not if you keep asking, I won't be."

Angelica mimed buttoning up her lips before mouthing, "Thank you."

A moment later the siblings heard the front door opening, followed by their mother's voice, "Angelica?"

"I'm in the kitchen mother! Phillip's home!"

Thanks for making it this far! Future chapters will be longer :) feedback is very much appreciated!