Alexander Hamilton rushed through camp. American soldiers chatted outside their tents. Alexander rode quickly by everybody, trying to get to Washington's tent. a large cart being pulled by a donkey blocked his path. his horse almost hit it.

"watch where you're going!" a man said, on the front of the cart. "precious cargo!"

"sorry," Alexander said.

The cart was full of guns and bread. enough food to supply the army's camp for probably a couple weeks. Alexander's brown horse, with tiny dots of black, snorted loudly. Alexander patted its head. He was growing impatient.

"can you get a move on?" Alexander impatiently kicked the cart with his foot.

"I'm busy!" the man said.

"with what?" Alexander rolled his eyes.

"soldiers need food, ya know!" the man replied, throwing a loaf of bread to a nearby soldier guarding the entrance to a tent.

Alexander's blue coat started flapping in the breeze, he pushed it down to stop the noise.

"Ah, Alex," came a familiar voice, making Alexander smile.

"Laurens," Alexander nodded to his best friend (secret boyfriend. WHAT? hm?)

"where are you off to?" John Laurens's blue coat was filthy with mud and blood.

"dads tent. I MEAN General Washington's tent, I've got important news," Alexander said.

"oh, what are you sitting around here for, yo James!" John called the man on the cart. "Alexander here's got an important message for Washingdad, mind moving your cart for a moment?" he winked at Alex.

"sure, John," James said, getting back on the cart and moving it out of the way.

"it's called Kindness. try it sometime," John said, patting Alexander's horse and heading back into a tent.

Alexander muttered to himself and moved onward. He set his horse at a fast pace, trotting through camp at the highest speed permitted on horses inside the Continental Army's base. Soldiers staggered into their tents, coming from the nurse's tent with large bandages across their bodies. Alexander reached Washington's tent and carefully got off of his horse, tied it to a post, and walked through the doorway.

a large desk was positioned at the furthest part of the test, with a single chair where General Washington sat.

"ah, Hamilton, come in," he said, smiling slightly.

"i've got things to report from the outpost in the north-eastern woods," Alexander said, standing in front of the desk, trying not to call him dad.

"i've got news as well," Washington said.

"well, you go first, d-your excellency sir," Alexander nodded respectfully.

"your wife is expecting another child," Washington replied, handing Alexander a letter. "looks like i'm getting another Grandchild."

"really?" Alexander felt a familiar rush of excitement. "wait what did you just say?"

"nothing," Washington scribbled on some paper.

he opened the letter, quickly reading it;

My dearest Alexander Hamilton,

i am doing well back home, Phillip had of late begun playing piano with me. He changes the melody every time. I hope you are successful at the Continental Army's camp. I wish you good luck and a victory. Angelica has been sending me letters quite frequently, she is to be married soon to a John Barker Church. The main reason I am writing to you today is that I have important news. i am pregnant with our first daughter. I have been considering names and so far thought I shall name her Angelica. I hope you agree. 

P.S, send my love to john. please don't kill yourselves.

i love you very much,

Elizabeth Hamilton.

Alexander smiled. He folded the letter into a small square and put it in his pocket.

"would you like to visit her?" Washington asked.

"when i have the chance, but i must tell you my news now," Alexander stood tall.

"carry on," Washington said, grabbing a quill to write it down.

"on the north-eastern post our soldiers have spotted multiple flashes of red coats through the trees. The soldiers fired their guns at them, but the British hid behind the trees. Thomas Woodson managed to shoot a British soldier in the leg. although the soldiers claim once it was shot the soldier evaporated..." Alexander said in an authoritative way.

"and i presume they assumed... ghosts?" Washington looked up at Alexander.

"Yes, they believe there are ghost soldiers haunting the woods near the outpost. We agreed I should warn you, dad, and ask for an order," Alexander nodded to Washington. 

"ah, tell them not to worry," he said, putting his quill down on the desk.

"that's all?" Alexander frowned.

"what else is there to do?" Washington sighed.

"we need facts. What if there are real soldiers? we should send an attack and flank them from the sides," Alexander started repeating the plan he planned on the way to camp.

"Son, you're the one commanding them, you should be the one telling them what to do," Washington picked up a letter and began reading it.

that was a common sign of "we are done here". So Alexander walked out of the tent, still frowning. He stood next to his horse, leaning against its flank and watching the camp. The army had come so far, neat white tents were set up so there was a single large open pathway leading to Washington's tent. The tents were organized carefully, every man had somewhere to go. There were tents near the entrance to the camp for food, dishes, the nurses, and a place to go if your clothing was torn.

Alexander Hamilton sighed and turned towards his horse. He untied the reins from the post, and stepped up onto the saddle. He flicked the reins and made a "yah" noise. his horse trotted back along the path.

"where are you going, Alex?" John said and winked, sitting in front of his tent, polishing his boots.

"my post," he replied, not in the mood.

"and...?" John said.

"and... I might go see my family, later. duties first," Alexander said, glaring at his friend.

"duties first? no, you've got it all wrong," John said. "you do major important duties, then you do family. I suggest you go to your post, tell your men there on their own for a couple weeks, and get out of here."

"hm..." Alexander considered it. "alright, ill go tell da-Washington."

"bye," John said, smirking.

Alexander turned his horse sharply around and went back towards Washington's tent. The guards in front of the tent gave him an odd look as he approached the area, jumping off his horse and tying it quickly to the pole. Then he walked quickly inside.

"ah, you've returned," Washington said, looking at the paper he was reading.

"i would like to ask permission to go home for a week," Alexander proposed the idea.

"i thought you might. i'll send a letter to your post. you may go," Washington was brisk and clear.

"yes, dad," Alexander turned and headed out of the tent.

Everything was running smoothly. Alexander hopped on his horse again and trotted away contently. he sat elegantly on his horse's back, looking straight forward, not even glancing at John. Alexander wanted to get home as quickly as possible, then get back to camp as fast as he could. He loved his family, but sometimes duties did call. He was off to Eliza.