You woke up in a daze, sunlight streaming through the window. It was the next day - or was it a few hours later? You couldn't recall what happened after you two had entered your bedroom. It was a blur of clothes and hands, but nothing beyond that. With a start, you noticed that the bed was empty. Well, besides you. Wondering where Lafayette had gone off to, you slowly got out of the rather comfortable bed and headed to the shower.

Finding the bathroom locked and the shower already started, you sighed and went downstairs to make breakfast. You vaguely reminded yourself that you needed to ask him what he had said yesterday, but you didn't think he would remember himself.

Reaching for your phone, you noticed seven missed calls from Alexander and twelve more from Eliza. Panicking - what if something happened? - you quickly called back Eliza, who answered on the first ring. "E - Eliza, calm down! - Eliza, what's going on?" Her sudden, rushed words brought relief to you're heart. "Yes, I am happy that you and Alex are going to have another child. Is there a reason you felt the need to call so many times?"

"Alex wants you to be godfather!/I want you to be the godmother!" she stated. A slow, delicate smile spread across your face at the news. You agreed happily before hearing the shower shut off and the door open. "Hey, what was that?"

"I may have gotten with someone," you informed her, rather shyly. She cheered with happiness, and you jumped, startled. "Christ, E, someone is going to go deaf. And by someone, I mean me!" She giggled, asking a million questions. Who is it? Is it a friend? A stranger? You two didn't do the do, right? Oh my God, you did, didn't you!?

Now it was your turn to laugh, just as Lafayette came downstairs, looking a bit worried. "Hey, I'll call you back. Yes, I promise. Okay, bye, Eliza!" You hung up, turning around and leaning against the counter. Unconsciously, you bit your lip, scared. He was walking towards you slowly, with that same worried look as before. You held your breath as he reached forwards and placed his hand on your cheek, bringing you in for a slow kiss.

You melted into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your toes to almost reach his height. Reluctantly, you pulled back, leaning your forehead against his own. "What's wrong?" He stayed silent, closing his eyes. Was it your imagination, or was that a tear running down his cheek? "Laf, talk to me."

"We can't do this. We just can't, [Y/N]," he stated, pulling back. Shock took over your thought - than despair, you're only thought being, he used me. He used me and threw me away. And before you could even speak, he was out the door without a word.

You sunk down, covering your head with your hands. Soft whimpers escaped your mouth as tears filled your eyes. He had actually done something you never would have expected - betrayed you. Reaching for your phone, you dialed the only person you knew would know what to do: Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton.

"What, now you're calling me?" she asked, giggling. You sniffed, and she immediately went quiet. "Meet me at the bar, yeah? I'll be down in ten."

"Thank you," you croaked, trying to get to your feet. Disgusted at the snot that came from your nose, you managed to stand up and wipe your nose as you headed outside. The bar was across the street, thank God. And even though Eliza had said ten minutes, she was over in three. You were a bit worried that she had killed someone along the way before she explained that she was just coming over to talk with you.

"What happened?" she demanded, noting your red eyes and slumped shoulders.

"The Mystery Man decided to dump me," you informed, not wanting to admit that you had gotten with your best friend. Subconsciously, you also didn't want Eliza to actually murder him when she discovered who it was. "H-he used me and than he just told me it couldn't happen!"

She bought you at least six shots, only stopping when you admitted that you were feeling a little woozy. "E - E, if I wasn't in love with Lafayette, I would so date you!" you slurred. She blushed a bright red before her eyes widened.

"L-Lafayette? Is he the Mystery Man?" You nodded, and she got an angry look on her face. Standing up, she left the bar, leaving you confused and a little nervous. With a sigh, you paid the bartender and slowly got to your feet, wobbling. You weren't as drunk as you were with Lafayette, but it was still enough that you didn't really know what to do now.

You walked out into the street, not seeing the oncoming car.


Lafayette hurried through the streets of New York, feeling as though his heart was breaking every step he took away from you. He knew it was cruel, telling you that and than leaving you before you two could talk. In truth, he was scared. Terrified,even.

You were his best friend - you were someone who was always there for him, but he knew that he wasn't always there for you. Of course he loved you. It was the reason he always slipped into French whenever he was around you - so you wouldn't understand every comment he made about you, every time he asked you out, every time he told his mother how beautiful you were.

He ended at the Hamilton residence, seeking advice.

Alexander opened the door, narrowing his eyes when he saw Lafayette standing there. "Oh, man, Eliza is pissed." He opened the door wider, allowing his friend to walk inside. "She's inside - do you have you phone? She's been trying to call you for a while now." Lafayette sighed, looking up the stairs. He could hear Eliza putting their son, Philip, to bed.

"Shit," Lafayette muttered, taking a deep breath. "Tell her I'm here, please? I think we both need to talk." Alex nodded, looking a little fearful for his friend's life. Still, he went upstairs as Lafayette went to sit in the living room. However, before he could even sit down, Eliza was down the stairs. "N-now, Eliza-"

A stinging pain laced up his cheek. "You are so lucky it's illegal to kill people," she hissed. Lafayette nodded in understanding. "Do you know what you did to [Y/N]? Do you know how much you hurt them?" Lafayette tried to speak, but Eliza held up her hand. "No. No, no, no - you don't get to-"

"Eliza, let me talk!" he insisted. She crossed her arms, glaring at him but letting him continue. "I didn't come here to get yelled at - though God knows I deserve it. I came here because I need your advice."

"Well, my advice is to go and apologize for what you said!"

"Eliza," he sighed. He began explaining his part of the story - how he had noticed your beauty in elementary, when everyone had wanted you two to get together; how he had been in love with you since high school; how he had been asking you out in French since college. She listened intensely, smiling at every adorable part and frowning at every sad part. When he finished, she sat back, thinking.

"If you've been in love for so long, why did you leave?" she wondered.

"I was scared."

"Yeah? Well, you better be terrified, Lafayette. I don't think you'll ever be forgiven."

He frowned. "I-" He couldn't even begin talking before his phone rang, startling in the silence. He quickly answered the call, not recognizing the number. "Hello?"

"Yes, is this ... Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette?" the caller asked, messing up almost all of his name. Lafayette sighed, hating the sound of his full name on a stranger's lips. "We're calling about the health of [Y/N] [M/N] [L/N]. This is the Bellevue Hospital Center." His heart seemed to stop - Eliza shared a worried glance with him as he took a deep breath.

"Yes, that would be me. What's wrong?"

"Earlier this morning, [Y/N] was it by a drunk driver." The silence that surrounded the news was deafening, and Lafayette felt like his world was slowly breaking. "We're sorry to say that it doesn't look good. They may not make it." With those last words, the caller hung up. Eliza sat back, tears welling in her eyes as Lafayette stood up.

"I need to go," he stated, already leaving the house. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. This is my fault. All my fault. The thoughts wouldn't leave his head as he ran - ran - to the hospital. It was almost a mile away, but he couldn't care less. Out of breath when he arrived, Lafayette staggered into the hospital, heading straight for the desk.

"[Y/N] [M/N] [L/N]," he stated. The woman gave him a sympathetic look, asking him to stay in the waiting room while she called the doctor. He nodded and headed inside, noting that Burr and Peggy Schuyler were already inside, talking quietly. When Peggy spotted Lafayette, she ushered him over. "Did they tell you anything?" he asked.

"Nothing," Peggy sighed, scooting over so he could sit by her. "Just that it's bad."

"Did they get the driver?"

"No." Lafayette let out a heavy sigh, feeling anger burn in his body. God, if he ever got his hands around the driver's neck ... well, let's just say that it wouldn't be pretty. "Hey, they said that they might make it." Almost as if reading her mind, the doctor came into the waiting room, nodding to Lafayette. He stood up, making his way over to the woman.

"[L/N] wants to see Lafayette for now," she told Peggy and Burr, who nodded in understanding. The doctor - Mrs. Johnson - lead him through twisting halls. Lafayette could barley keep track of how long it took to get there before he arrived at your hospital door. Taking a deep breath, he placed his hand on the door handle, jittery as he opened the door.

"Laf?" you asked, eyes closed tightly. Your breathing was short and fast, pain hitting every part of your body. Everything was fuzzy except for Lafayette, who was as clear as day. He smiled weakly, tears welling in his eyes. "Laf..."

Blackness started to overcome your vision, and you panicked. The heart monitor spiked, causing Mrs. Johnson to force her way past Lafayette and to your bed. Lafayette lost his smile immediately, worry plastered over his face. "No, no, no, no. Don't you dare," he hissed. You couldn't help it - you giggled, which sent another burst of pain up your body.

"Lafayette," you sighed. You closed your eyes, hearing the heart monitor flat line.