Title: "You're Not Alone"
Series: Hamilton: An American Musical
A Thomas Jefferson, Lil' Angie Hamilton, & Angelica Schuyler fic (also Ft. James Madison)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Written by: Rikareena/FoxieSango
Little Angie Hamilton stared up at the door before her hesitantly, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet. She bit her lip and wrung her hands before raising a tiny fist, preparing to gently knock on the door.
A larger hand came down and softly grabbed her fist. She looked up to see her Auntie Angelica gracing her with a sad smile.
"Sweetheart, now…may not be the best time to talk to Uncle Jeffy, okay? He's….not feeling well…"
"But, he says that I always cheer him up!" she protested quietly. She could hear sniffles coming from his room and wanted to make sure he was okay. Angelica sighed and kneeled before her neice, gently brushing back her hair.
"Yes, but he needs some time to himself right now," she explained. Jefferson had been having nightmares about his late wife, Martha, for weeks now, and missed her gravely. He didn't know why she was on his mind, why she was tormenting him, but it was like she had passed away yesterday, and he was in mourning all over again.
He was a mess.
Little Angie looked down.
"Can I just…make sure he's alright? I-I won't bother him. Just for a little while?"
"I really don't think it's a good idea, love," her aunt said, standing and turning to walk away.
Angie stood there a moment more before looking to the door again. She pressed her lips together firmly and with all the stubborness of her father, but gentleness of her mother, she slowly pushed open the door.
Jefferson sat hunched over on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees and hands grasping his head. Small sobs shook his frame as he tried to work himself through another one of his devastation spells again.
Angie took a breath and slowly trekked forward until she was standing before him.
"Um…U-uncle Jeffy?" she whispered. Startled, his head shot up and she was taken aback by his state: red eyes outlined by dark bags from lack of sleep, face pale, thin frame, five o'clock shadow….her heart went out to him.
"Oh…" she stepped forward and reached up to wrap her tiny arms around his neck, giving him a small squeeze.
"I-it's okay, Uncle Jeffy. Your not alone…We love you," she said.
His eyes grew wide and he gasped before feeling them eyes well up with tears again, on the verge of another breakdown. He took a breath before wrapping his arms around her.
"Oh….t-thank you, princess…" He whispered. He'd tried to muscle through this on his own for so long…he forgot there were people who cared about him in the now.
Having another soul there was soothing, especially one as pure as his "adopted" neice.
Neither noticed the older Schuyler sister at the door, or Thomas' best friend. James smiled,
"Guess Angie knew just what he needed," he said. Angelica sighed,
"Yes, she's very perceptive like that. …. I should really trust her judgment more," she said, a small grin tugging at her lips.
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