John Laurens was a lawyer. He knew that for a fact. He could've been a doctor or a scientist, but under his father's advice, he became a lawyer. And then, he became a soldier. He knew he was destined to fight for this country.

He should've been in South Carolina, however, if his complete and only goal was to fight. New York had brought him to the attention of slavery and the thought of oppression happening to these slaves, who were, in fact, people, disgusted him. So, rather than heading for South Carolina, he took refuge in Camp Half-Blood, a camp similar to the one his father sent him to in England.

Besides the fact, here he didn't have to wear pants. Shaggy legs were normal for the satyrs, and he was in fact, half satyr, half human. Technically, he was half nymph, half human, but it wasn't like you often saw male nymphs, now did you?

He was bringing a bayonet to his friend, Lafayette when he bumped into Angelica Schuyler. He smiled brightly and bowed. "M'lady."

She curtsied slightly, and a bright smile appeared on her face. "Johnathan."

"It's just John, or Jacky, Angelica." he sighed and scratched at his neck. His blue eyes dusted over Alexander and raised an eyebrow. "And, who's this one?"

"Alexander," the nineteen-year-old said, albeit timidly. John had these eyes, cold focused eyes that, to Alexander, were beautiful, thrilling. "And you, sir...are?"

"Laurens, John Laurens." he introduced himself. A small smile played on his lips, mischievous and intrigued.

"Well...I'll let you two get acquainted, no?" Angelica sighed, feeling a third wheel like feeling come over her, and skipped away.

"Ladies…" Alexander sighed, chuckling and looked up at John, then making his eyes slowly downwards, now that he was alone with the man. He didn't say anything, but utter confusion ran through his mind.

"I must say...Angelica Schuyler is a peculiar one." he sighed as well. "Well Alexander, care to walk with me?" He questioned, gesturing to the large arena that seemed to be only a block away.

"Sure." He grinned, at the aspect of walking with the man who had instilled some sort of happiness into him. "And I must say…" he closed his eyes fumbling for words again, he seemed to be doing that more lately. "Your pants look hot, sir." He smiled brightly as if relishing how smooth his words flowed from his tongue.

Laurens blushed furiously and pushed Alexander forward ahead of him. "Sure! Thank you.." He gushed, sliding the bayonet underneath his arms. "So Alexander, who's your parent?"

"Why are you asking?" Alexander frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. "They're both dead. Or at least one is, the other one is..Gone."

"Ah! Precisely my point, Alexander," John grinned. "What happened to the 'other one' eh? The gods are cruel and they often leave their children without another word, and seein' as you're here, your parent that left has to be the godly one, yeah?"

"Godly one?" Alexander cocked his head to the side, raising a ginger eyebrow. "I misunderstand?"

"Of course, of course." John sighed if he couldn't even see that his pants were not in fact pants, how would he understand his godly parentage? "Your mom or your father must've fallen in love in a god, and then, they made you. Which means you're a demigod, just like Hercules and Theseus!"

Alexander chuckled and held up one of his arms, kissing his bicep. "If you're saying I'm half as heroic as they, I thank you, sir." They were psychotic, most definitely. \

John smiled, and as if sensing the conversation was going stale, waved over to Lafayette. "Lafayette! Look what I found!"

Lafayette grinned, wiping a red curl out of his face and turned over to John. "John, mon ami! Où étiez-vous? Et qui est-ce?"

"Pardonnez-moi, Lafayette, j'ai rencontré quelqu'un, Alexander Hamilton," John explained, patting ALexander on the shoulder encouragingly.

Lafayette beamed, kissing John and Alexander on the cheek twice, then looking over Alexander with a bright smile on his lips. "Mon petit Lion!"

Alexander blushed scarlet and turned away, crossing his arms. "Ne m'appelez pas cela, s'il vous plaît."

"Oh! So you speak francais too!" Lafayette grinned. "C'est...What's the word...c'est merveilleux!" The immigrant had arrived in the Americas only about a year ago, after being sent back to his home country of France upon being caught dressed up as a woman on his first attempt to arrive in the Americas. He was a son of Apollo and had thus inherited some of Apollo's greatest (and worst) traits.

He forced a smile onto his lips, shrugging and nodding. "Yes, quite right, mon ami," Alexander said. He was tired already, and although he had done almost nothing, the shock and adrenaline from earlier was already wearing itself out. He didn't notice when Lafayette brandished his weapon in hand, and, testing it out, shot it at the tree. At least not until it impaled the target.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, glancing at the blade that had whizzed past him. "That's sharp!"

"Its a bayonet, Alexander, mon ami. Of course, it's sharp," Lafayette scoffed, placing a hand on his hips. "Parle-moi de toi, ami."

Alexander placed his elbows behind his head and narrowed his eyes. "I don't feel like talking about myself, right now."

"Well, then let me tell you about myself!" Lafayette grinned again. He then began to tell Alexander, who wasn't interested in listening to the Frenchman recount his life, all about his life. All about his determination to fight for America's freedom, because it inspired him of his country, and his exploits to get the America's in the first place.

Alexander facepalmed and closed his eyes, walking along with the two. John listened to the story as if he had heard it before, many times in fact, and still, he found the story interesting. Lafayette just seemed to like talking about himself. The two were decent enough, good enough to be friends. They talked a lot, much to Alexander's dismay, but at the same time, he enjoyed it, mainly because he talked a lot too. They were intelligent, good-looking, and from what he could tell, good company.

His eyes scanned over the camp, and as far as he could see, there were plenty of kids, training as if they were preparing for a war. Alexander smiled at the fact and hummed softly to himself. The thought of war invoked passion into him, he wanted to be on the battlefield too. General Washington was out with his troops, and Alexander wanted to be part of those troops, fighting valiantly alongside his honor as they slayed hundreds of thousands of Lobsters.

Alexander desired to create the plans that won this war that, although was not just quite official yet, but was brewing over like water in a kettle.

"You're new, aren't you, Alexander?" John questioned, even though he knew the answer.

Alexander nodded meekly and looked up at the men on each side of him. He wondered what leeway his answer gave them, and how they would use it to their advantage.

"You ought to meet Mister D, then," John said, and Lafayette winced as those words were said.

Hey kids!It doesn't seem like Lafayette's to hyped for yet another visit to Mr. D, is he? I have some important questions for you guys to think about an answer (god I sound like an ELA teacher). I know I've made it pretty obvious, but can you guess who Alexander's parent is? Secondly, what are you guys waiting to see happen? What do you think will happen?

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