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[#169] (Love)sick (18th Century RPF)
Theme Prompt: #169 - Sick Day
Title: (Love)sick
Fandom: 18th Century RPF / Founding Fathers
Rating/Warnings: Gen |
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 575
Summary: Alexander is coming down with the flu and John
The hall clock rang six times. Each time a soft ‘gong’ echoed through the house.
Alexander tried to get up from the couch but Laurens held him back.
“No one’s coming home until tomorrow. You can stay where you are, Alexander.”
Hamilton felt Laurens’ hand on his shoulder as he pushed him back onto his lap with gentle force. It was in that moment that he felt the impact of the realization that this was the last night they had together before Eliza would return from her vacation in France.
As Hamilton’s head was resting on John’s lap he looked up to him with a smile on his face and a meaningful expression in his eyes.
Thoughtful he looked into Hamilton’s eyes. “Believe me: I never planned what happened this afternoon. It was just the heat of the moment and I ..”
But Alexander interrupted Lauren’s stammered attempt of an apology.
“John. Please stop. It’s okay. I already told you that it was a wonderful surprise. Sure it came out of the blue but I would do it again.”
Hamilton reached out to caress John’s cheek.
It was one of these soft moments in life, when Alexander wished that he would be able to freeze time. Then he could be with his beloved John for eternity. All he had for now was to pretend that this night would never end. Heaven knows when they would get another chance to be together.
“Could you please shut the window?” Alexander woke up in the middle of the night. He repeated his question, as Laurens didn’t reacted after he had asked him for the first time. His voice was not only sleepy but also slightly hoarse.
But Laurens was still sound a sleep. Displeased Alexander realized that he had to raise his voice in order to wake John up.
After three more failed attempts, Alexander shook John ruggedly until he opened his eyes and looked at Alexander in confusion.
“What? … Alexander, the window is closed. Remember it’s freezing American winter outside.” John yawned and was balancing on the edge of drifting back to sleep and being awake.
Alexander’s question reappeared in his consciousness again. With a pang Lauren’s was determined to be awake. There was something at odds with Alexander. Subconsciously Lauren’s already sensed that Alexander might have caught the flu.
He reached for the oil lamp, seconds later the flame burned and the warm light partially broke the darkness around them. Carefully he moved his arm. “Keep still.”
Silently John cursed himself for saying something so utterly useless. ‘I should have said nothing.’
Laurens examined Hamilton’s face as good as possible with the flame of the oil lamp.
“I’m not a doctor and it’s not the best light but I guess you’ve caught the flu.”
Alexander nodded and tried to wrap the blanket tighter around his body.
“I don’t feel so good.”, he murmured barely audible. “Will you warm me?”
This time the question was without any deeper meaning. Laurens placed the oil lamp back on the nightstand. Seconds later the room was pitch black again.
Even Laurens knew that he should worry about getting sick as well, he wrapped his arms around Alexander, pulling him into a tight embrace. He kissed him on the forehead, noticing how warm he was. “I’ll take care of you.” Laurens whispered into Alexander’s ear but he didn’t heard John’s promise as he had drifted back into a dreamless sleep.
Title: (Love)sick
Fandom: 18th Century RPF / Founding Fathers
Rating/Warnings: Gen |
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 575
Summary: Alexander is coming down with the flu and John
The hall clock rang six times. Each time a soft ‘gong’ echoed through the house.
Alexander tried to get up from the couch but Laurens held him back.
“No one’s coming home until tomorrow. You can stay where you are, Alexander.”
Hamilton felt Laurens’ hand on his shoulder as he pushed him back onto his lap with gentle force. It was in that moment that he felt the impact of the realization that this was the last night they had together before Eliza would return from her vacation in France.
As Hamilton’s head was resting on John’s lap he looked up to him with a smile on his face and a meaningful expression in his eyes.
Thoughtful he looked into Hamilton’s eyes. “Believe me: I never planned what happened this afternoon. It was just the heat of the moment and I ..”
But Alexander interrupted Lauren’s stammered attempt of an apology.
“John. Please stop. It’s okay. I already told you that it was a wonderful surprise. Sure it came out of the blue but I would do it again.”
Hamilton reached out to caress John’s cheek.
It was one of these soft moments in life, when Alexander wished that he would be able to freeze time. Then he could be with his beloved John for eternity. All he had for now was to pretend that this night would never end. Heaven knows when they would get another chance to be together.
“Could you please shut the window?” Alexander woke up in the middle of the night. He repeated his question, as Laurens didn’t reacted after he had asked him for the first time. His voice was not only sleepy but also slightly hoarse.
But Laurens was still sound a sleep. Displeased Alexander realized that he had to raise his voice in order to wake John up.
After three more failed attempts, Alexander shook John ruggedly until he opened his eyes and looked at Alexander in confusion.
“What? … Alexander, the window is closed. Remember it’s freezing American winter outside.” John yawned and was balancing on the edge of drifting back to sleep and being awake.
Alexander’s question reappeared in his consciousness again. With a pang Lauren’s was determined to be awake. There was something at odds with Alexander. Subconsciously Lauren’s already sensed that Alexander might have caught the flu.
He reached for the oil lamp, seconds later the flame burned and the warm light partially broke the darkness around them. Carefully he moved his arm. “Keep still.”
Silently John cursed himself for saying something so utterly useless. ‘I should have said nothing.’
Laurens examined Hamilton’s face as good as possible with the flame of the oil lamp.
“I’m not a doctor and it’s not the best light but I guess you’ve caught the flu.”
Alexander nodded and tried to wrap the blanket tighter around his body.
“I don’t feel so good.”, he murmured barely audible. “Will you warm me?”
This time the question was without any deeper meaning. Laurens placed the oil lamp back on the nightstand. Seconds later the room was pitch black again.
Even Laurens knew that he should worry about getting sick as well, he wrapped his arms around Alexander, pulling him into a tight embrace. He kissed him on the forehead, noticing how warm he was. “I’ll take care of you.” Laurens whispered into Alexander’s ear but he didn’t heard John’s promise as he had drifted back into a dreamless sleep.
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This story was sitting in my WIP folder for many years and now I got a chance to finish it.
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