Requested by: ruff1258

Alexander Hamilton was the type of man to stay inside in his study and write relentlessly until he could no longer hold his quill. There were days he felt safe in his writings, being immersed in his owns words.

Being in New York offered many things for the intelligent, mindful soul. He had already captured Eliza Schuyler's heart, which made him in a better spirit thinking of her. People had their opinions of him, many of which he heard already. It didn't bother him, he let the fear and worry of the world drain in his writings.

However one afternoon, there was knock at his study door and Alexander groaned, telling whoever it was to come in. He was unsettled when someone interrupted his train of thought, but it was good for him to have the company sometimes.

The door opened, and the person who he least expected to see stood in the doorway. Leaping to his feet, Alexander stood at alert and said, "General Washington, how may I help you?"

The General, a tall, serious looking gentleman sauntered into the room, observing the books and scattered papers. "Alexander, you needn't be too keen upon my arrival." Realizing that he had been too eager, Alexander pressed his hands together. "My apologizes, sir."

Washington shut the door before tilting his head in the young man's direction. He knew Alexander well enough, to know that he was a dedicated and anxious person, someone who was always there for him when needed.

For what reason he come to discuss, Washington knew that it might startle Alexander, as the subject to him was personal. But he was willing to try to talk to him about it.

Trying to start a discussion, Washington picked up a book on Alexander's desk and flipped through a few pages before setting it back down. Alexander, who was still standing by his desk, body stiff, said, "Is there something the matter, sir?"

Contemplating whether or not to respond, the General sighed. "In terms of the revolution right now, no. In terms of something else, yes."

There was a dull silence before Alexander broke his stance and gave his commander a look of confusion. Washington felt almost scared to say what he wanted to say. He didn't know what the young man in front of him would say or do when he heard his request.

"Alexander, this is more of a personal topic, that I wanted to discuss with you. It would be suggestion, and you don't need to accept it. I know this is something that is..." He trailed off, intimidated by Alexander's gaze. "Sensitive for you."

Looking a little worried, Alexander managed to say, "Well, what is it?" Washington winced, seeing his close colleague so eager, without knowing what he was going to bring up.

"I'm going to say this again to you. I know that what I'm about to say may be a little surprising and hard for you to compute, but please hear me out." The General nodded his head, keeping a steady eye contact with the now frightened looking man from across the room.

Before he began, Washington took a deep breath. "Martha and I have been thinking about children." Alexander tilted his head in confusion, scrunching up his facial features.

"I don't wish to go through with conceiving a child myself, and neither does Martha. But that won't stop us from creating a family. I'm a man of importance and I know that being around for a child wouldn't be ideal or possible in some cases." He lifted his hand and gestures towards Alexander.

"Since I know that your father and mother are long gone-" Alexander straightened up at this, his eyes suddenly clouded over in a way that the General couldn't understand. "I know you have struggled with getting along on your own, and you have done very well. But is being alone really enough, Alexander?"

Washington stood up, trying to get his point across. To his surprise, Alexander backed up from him, clearly intimidated. "You need a family. I am offering to be that for you."

With his chest rising and falling slowly, Alexander couldn't look the General in the eyes. It didn't make sense for a man of higher authority to be asking to adopt him. He didn't know if he could sustain a family relationship even now, in his adulthood, for it had been so long since his mother and father were around.

Inside him, there was still that same feeling of emptiness within his heart. After all he'd been through, his father leaving, mother dying, the thought of another family made him feel lost and welcomed all at once.

But he had worked for a day like this. It had been a long time since Alexander had felt loved in this way, wanted, by a parent figure. Even though Washington could never replace any of those memories, he knew that the offer might just be the best thing for him.

Alexander turned to Washington, brain whirring and circulating to figure out a response. "I...would be honored to be your son, sir." There was a look relief on his face, and deep inside his heart, Alexander knew he had just said something that would change his life, and shape him up to his future.

Relieved as well, Washington gasped. He variously approached Alexander, who had a big grin on his face. Alexander straightened up and cleared his throat. "I don't want this change my reputation or status as a part of your army. I still want to fight, write, and succeed my legacy. I don't think I can ever call you father, but-"

Washington stopped him. "Alexander, calm yourself." But he couldn't help and crack a smile at he eager energy he saw.

Alexander swung his arms back and forth before awkwardly patting Washington on the arm. "...thank you." The General chuckled at his sudden shyness. "Of course. Now I know you have some serious things to attend to-"

But this time, Alexander caught Washington off guard. Wrapping his arms around the General, he tightly held onto him. Washington was shocked by the action, but he patted Alexander's back gently.

As if remembering who he was hugging, Alexander stepped back, looking down at his feet before giving a cheeky grin. "I..I should get back to writing."

Washington nodded, heading to the door. He glanced at some letters in a pile by the door, stacked high with detailed cursive. Sighing, he turned back to Alexander, who was already at his desk, quill in hand.

"Alexander."

From his spot at his cluttered desk, Alexander looked up and met eyes with Washington. "I'll see you later, son." When he finished speaking, both of them smiled at each other, knowing that word that was once hated between them, had a bigger meaning.

"See you around, sir."

Washington nodded his head, leaving the study without another word. When he was positive he heard the door shut in the front hall, Alexander dropped his quill and covered his mouth as a choked gasp barely escaped.

He couldn't believe that General Washington had just asked him to be his adopted son, and that he had said yes. It seemed right, as the General was someone who Alexander looked up to. Now to consider him something more was shocking.

Alexander put his face in his hands and smiled to himself. His mind said to get back to writing, but for once he didn't listen, for he was too immersed in the reality around him.

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A/N: Thank you to ruff1258 for requesting this one shot! This was an interesting one to write, for the relationship between Alexander and Washington is intriguing. I'm currently completing another one shot request so that should be up tomorrow as well.