A/N: And Chapter 3 is up! Hope you all enjoy!:)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hamilton: An American Musical. Trigger Warning for child abuse and non-con!
The Commander holds his breath as the troops throw the door open, ears straining for any hint of noise.
There. A whimper. Alexander. George growls, hair standing on end as he pushes the officers out of the way.
And stops as soon as he sees inside the smallest room.
Alexander is sitting behind a bed-or cot, if he was being honest. His legs are pulled up to his chest, one small hand clutching a gray smartphone to his cheek. His beautiful brown eyes are red and watery, tears making their way down his bruised cheeks. Dark circles stand out against his pale skin. Dried blood stains his pup's green shirt in patches, the crimson becoming darker as the Alpha stands there, the red sliding down his forehead from a deep gash above one eye.
George is gasping, vibrating with anger as Mulligan slips past him, the Omega catching a glance of Alex seconds after the President.
"Alexander? It is okay, you are safe now." The General whispers, slowly making his way to Alex on his hands and knees, trying not to scare the puppy anymore than he already is.
But the young Omega doesn't seem to understand. He cries out suddenly in fear, trying to push himself further into the corner, dropping the smartphone in the process. It shatters, shards of glass scattering everywhere, glistening in the light of a nearby window like small diamonds.
Alex sobs in pain at the movement, clutching his bruised arm, and curls into himself.
"I'm sorry, so sorry! Please don't touch me anymore please! I want to leave, please take me home, I want my Daddy, I want Daddy!" The last part is shrieked, his puppy's voice going so high that it make George's ears ring.
But it snaps him out of his shock.
The President shifts, muscles rippling under his dark pelt as he darts forward. Alexander gasps in shock when he sees his father's transformed state and immediately shifts as well, his fluffy, brown fur slicked red with blood.
George snarls at the other occupants of the room as he walks to stand above his boy, bearing his teeth. Alex whimpers from under him, and the President licks his face, and around his ears, growling at the copper taste that stains his tongue.
"It's okay love, you are okay now. I will never let anyone touch you or hurt you like that again." The Alpha says, lowering his body down so that it covers his puppy. Alex just cries, burying his small head into his father's belly fur.
The Officers in the room glance at one another, before looking to Mulligan for guidance. The Omega is still crouched on the carpet, but gets up once he sees that the President doesn't need him.
"We need to gather evidence. Someone call an ambulance and contact the FBI, as fast as you can." The Officer orders, feeling satisfied when his troops immediately follow.
George pays them little attention, instead choosing to shift back to human, humming quietly into Alexander's ear as his child shakes.
They sit there, the President kissing his boy's head periodically as Alex snuggles closer. The Alpha lets his pheromones admit from his scent glands, wrapping his puppy up in his protective and possessive smell.
Troops march in and out of the room, their boots stomping on the brown carpet. General Mulligan leads the FBI Director into the bedroom, the Omega stopping a few feet from the two Washington's, nose twitching as he catches George's scent, tail instinctively tucking between his legs.
"Sir?" Mulligan says, continuing when he sees George's dark ears twitch, "This is Chief Director Meeks, he wanted to speak with you."
"We need to get Alex out of this house before I am speaking to anyone." The Alpha orders, carefully standing up, and holding his son close.
The Omega whines high in his throat at the movement as fresh blood drips down his face. George feels the wolf residing under his skin bristle at the sound, causing his dark ears to fold back as he gently licks at his baby's wounds, growling at the copper taste that coats his tongue.
Agent Meeks looks as if he wants to protest as the President is led out of the room, Alex positioned carefully on his hip.
The Omega shivers in George's arms, instinctively ducking away from the unknown Alpha's stare as they pass, a chittering noise escaping him.
Washington snarls a warning to the Agent, lips curling over slightly red teeth, making the sight all the more emphasized. Meeks backs away slowly, lowing his ears and head in submission, red colored tail tucking between his dress pants clad legs.
Alex shakes in his father's arms as they make their way down the stairs, tired brown eyes searching diligently in front of them as if he were afraid Lee was going to pop out any second, flinching occasionally as a troop, or agent passed. All George can do is kiss his head every so often, yipping quietly into his ears to try and calm his puppy down.
Both Washingtons stop at the doorway, Mulligan stepping out of the house first, gun up and aimed.
"All clear." The Omega officer says after a few sweeps, stepping aside so the Commander and his boy can exit.
An ambulance is waiting for them when they step out into the sunshine, its lights still flashing red and blue. Two Medics make their way over to the 4 of them, Director Meeks having walked out of the house behind George.
"I need every agent available to be searching that goddamn house from top to bottom. And when you find Lee and his mate. . . Leave them to me." The President orders quietly before the medics get too close, voice a deep rumble in his chest as he looks at the Director, eyes like shards of ice.
"Yes Sir!" Meeks salutes reluctantly, a frown marking his features, before walking back into the house once released, orders already falling from his mouth.
George takes a second to breath in his boy's scent, kissing Alex gently on the head as they walk to meet the medical personals, Officer Mulligan following close behind.
After each person is patted down, a stretcher is brought out, George trying to carefully place Alexander on it before they get into the car.
"No! Daddy, please don't leave! Please, I'm scared and it hurts, please stay please!" The Omega cries, trying to worm his way back into the Alpha's arms, whimpering at the pain throbbing from his ribs and head, tears leaking from his eyes.
"It's okay, baby. I am not going anywhere Alexander. Shhh, honey stop, you are going to hurt yourself. I am right here." The President mutters, sitting beside his son, and gently pulling his into his lap.
Alex cries, ears pressed back against his dark hair as he shivers. After a few seconds of struggle, the cot starts to move, George nearly sighing in relief when they finally get the stretcher up and into the Ambulance.
A/N: Don't forget to R&R!