A/N: Hey guys! I told you this chapter was going to be published early. ;) Martha makes an appearance in this Chapter, yay! \o/ I hope you enjoy Chapter 8, and don't forget to tell me what you think!:)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hamilton: Am American Musical.
Trigger Warning for talk of child abuse and Non-Con!
"-are going to let me into that room this instant, Mike! I am the First Lady of the United States of America, and my child is being looked over after being abused, so I will ask you one more tim-"
Martha Washington was standing outside the door when George walks out, her back to him as she stands as tall as her 5"0 height would allow, one red painted nail pointing furiously into the chest of a Service Member.
The President stops, dark ears standing alert as the Agent makes a move to gently back the First Lady away from the door, but freezes when he catches sign of the Alpha.
"Mr. President." Standing straight once again, the sunglass clad Omega steps away from Martha as she turns slowly around.
Her brown hair is pulled up into a tight ponytail, some wisps escaping and floating around her head as though in slow motion. Brown eyes, losing the fire that burned just a second ago, widen in shock, tears filling the orbs as she steps toward George, tail tucked between her legs and hands shaking in distress as she catches her mate's scent for the first time in days.
"George. . . " The Omega breathes out, wrapping her arms tight around the President's neck, inhaling deeply.
The Alpha folds his strong arms around her, burying his face in her hair as she trembles below him. A soft rumble builds in his chest, the sound vibrating against Martha cheek as she nuzzles his chest, the cotton soft on her makeup clad face.
They stand there for a few moments, George kissing his wife's head every few seconds as she sighs. Finally, he gently pulls away, cupping her face in his large hands as she looks up at him. Pressing one last kiss to her lips, the Alpha starts to lead her into their son's room, but is stopped by her whisper.
"Before we go in, I need-George, how bad is it? I mean-" Giving a huff, the First Lady tries to get her thoughts together as Alexander's scent fills her nostrils, eyes darkening in anger and despair at his pain. George brushes his thumb slowly over her hip, pulling her closer as he waits for her to finish.
"Is he going to be okay?" She finally asks, voice weaker than the Alpha has ever heard it.
He snarls silently, mentally killing the bastards responsible for causing his family pain. But his voice is gentle when he speaks.
"Yes, yes Martha, Alex is going to be fine. He is in pain right now, and scared, but he is safe, and that is the best we can do for him right now."
The Omega swallows, arms tightening around her husband's neck. George wipes her tears away with his thumb, lips brushing her forehead gently.
"Are you ready to go in now, sweetheart?"
Getting a nod in response, the President leads them into the hospital room, General Mulligan giving the First Lady a warm smile and a quick hug when they walk in. Martha smiles back in to the other Omega, but it doesn't reach her eyes, her focus immediately zoning onto the white clothe surrounding Alexander's bed.
Hesitating for a fraction of a second, Martha, followed closely by George, opens the flap to enter the barrier, and slips almost silently inside.
She stops as soon as she enters.
A whine falls from the female Omega's throat as her eye lock with Alexander's, the 12 year old freezing in the middle of a gesture, Dr. Franklin quickly introducing himself to Martha before stepping to the side.
"Mommy!" The young Omega says, flinching as he tries to lift himself out of the bed.
Martha all but runs to him, ears folded back as she clutches him to her chest, sobs raking both mother and son. Rocking Alex side to side, the First Lady sniffs her boy over, the smell of pain and fear making her feel sick. George comes to Alexander's other side, wrapping his arms around both of them, a growl vibrating his chest. Kissing both of their heads, the Alpha suddenly wishes Gilbert was there, something deep inside him needing all 3 of his pack members there.
Martha pulls away, brushing her fingers through her puppy's dark locks as the Omega leans into her touch. Her eyes scan his face, taking in the bruising that trail down beneath his hospital gown, a snarl ripping her beautiful face into something deadly and dangerous.
As suddenly as it appeared, the anger was gone, George suspecting she pushed it back for later as he had done a million times in the last few hours. Kissing the top of Alexander's forehead, she begins speaking to him in a whispers, nodding when the puppy responds In kind, the President choosing to let them have a second to calm down. Turning away from his mate and baby, the Alpha motions Ben closer with a quick flick of his wrist.
"I finished looking at his back while you were out, sir." The Doctor says, head lowering as through he was afraid of George's angry response.
But the Alpha is anything but. Letting out a relieved breath, he walks to the window, quickly snapping the blinds fully closed against the glare of the setting sun, the light still peaking through making the room glow in a slight orange tinge. Out of the corner of his eyes, George sees his pup watch his steps, his head still resting on Martha's chest. His wife was still stroking his head, humming lowly into Alex's twitching ear.
"Thank you for doing that Doctor." The President says, startling the Omega from his thoughts a couple of steps away. "I was really worried about his reaction, and am deeply reassured that my child trusts you to not hurt him when I am not around."
Ben coughs, clearing his throat as he walks to stand next to the Alpha.
"I can only hope that we can continue to make progress such as this in the days to come." Ben says, his gloves making a sharp popping sound as he takes them off, the blue latex disappearing into the trashcan a second later.
Both men are quiet, George listening to the tell tale sign of Alexander's deep breathing, his suspicions confirmed when he glances back at the Omegas curled up on the bed.
Alexander was sleeping deeply, one small hand clutching Martha's purple shirt, the other trapped by the First Lady's long fingers. His soft hair covers the top of his mother's chest as he cuddles closer to her, a whine slipping between his closed lips as he shifts. Martha shushes him, stroking his bruised cheek as she kisses each closed eye lid, licking his black and blue bruises the same way George did earlier. Alex's heart monitor beeps with a slow, steady rhythm, the red line blinking in time with his baby's breaths. Sensing the two pairs of eyes on them, the First Lady looks up, dark eyes filling with an emotion the President cannot place.
He is sleeping. Martha mouths, pulling the white sheet tighter around the tiny bundle in her lap. The Alpha gives her a nod, lips lifting into a soft smile at the sight of both of them nice and warm.
Franklin finishes washing his hands in the sink, carefully drying his hands with a paper towel as he pads to check the 12 year old's machines one last time. Finding no problems, the Doctor grins gently at the First Lady and the youngest Washington, ears twitching as Martha speaks tenderly.
"Thank you Doctor."
Feeling humble, Ben waves his hand, fighting down his emotions at the gratitude he can feel from the other Omega. Taking a few steps back, he responds just as quietly.
"You are more than welcome ma'm."
Seeing that Martha was occupied once again, the Medical Professional turns back to the President. George's brown eyes are soft with love, jaw clenched as he feels his Alpha instincts kick into high gear at the sight of 2 of his 3 Omegas protected and safe.
Ben clears his throat again, watching with slight fascination at the way the Commander's face snapped back into business mode once more. Seeing that he has the Alpha's attention, Franklin begins to whisper for only his ears only.
"I am going to make my rounds now, Mr. President. Alexander should sleep for a good 6 to 7 hours, the morphine being given to him making sure of that. If you need anything at all, just press the red button on the foot of Alex's bed and I will be notified as soon as I am needed. Your two main Nurses, Mary and Steven, will check on your pup every 2 hours, just to check that his equipment is running smooth and that he is stable."
Taking a deep breath, Ben is startled by the feel of George's warm hand on his shoulder. The President gives him a thankful smile, squeezing the muscle.
"If we have any problems, we will be sure to contact you. There is no one else I would rather have look at my child."
"Th-thank you, sir." The Doctor stutters, feeling his face heat up slightly at the praise from the Alpha. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, the Omega begins to gather his things for his exit.
Giving his shoulder one last squeeze, George walks to his wife, breathing out a deep breath as he hears Franklin leave, his scent quickly starting to become stale as the clothe eases its motion.
Martha moves over once the President stands at her side, making room on the small cot for the 3 of them to snuggle up close, George feeling the wolf residing under his skin calm at the closeness of his family, a prang of loss that Laf was not with them clutching at his heart.
"I want to kill them, George." Martha suddenly whispers, voice sharp with rage. "I want them to hurt just like they hurt our baby. I never though I would ever want something as evil as that, but God, I want to make them pay. . . "
The Alpha tugs both Omegas closer, feeling the bed squeak under their combined weight. Alexander's grip moves from his Mommy to his Daddy, the President's blue shirt wrinkling in his small fist. George kisses both his wife's and his son's cheeks, Alex's dark brows drawing together at the feeling.
"That isn't evil, honey. Wanting revenge is natural, as much a part of our biology as our eye color, or our tails. You have no idea how much I want to find the fuckers, and make them responsible for their actions. . ." George has to stop talking for a second, feeling a snarl curl his lips. It takes a minute for him to continue. "Our puppy was hurt, and nothing we do can ever change that, no matter how much we want it to. But we cannot focus on what we could have done differently, instead we should think about what we can do now."
They are both silent for a while, the light from the window finally dying out, leaving the room lit by only Alexander's machines, and a small lamp on the corner table.
Mulligan pokes his head in, holding a tray with 3 turkey sandwiches and 3 glasses of water. Seeing the sleeping 12 year old, and the almost asleep parents, the General gently sets the tray down on the dresser, giving the President a nod at the thanks he gets. Looking back once, Jim walks back out, the sound of a chair being pulled in front of the entrance of the barrier and the thump of a body falling into it loud in the quiet of the room.
"What are we going to do now?" Martha whispers, voice uncertain, and body shuddering.
George grips her hand tightly, putting the combined digits protectively over their baby as he shifts. His voice is choked with pain that does not need to be confirmed.
"Right now, sweetheart, right now we take care of our son, and find the bastards that did this to him, as soon as possible."
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