Alex had his things packed in a suitcase, resting by the door. Everyone was, once again, gathered in John and Alex's apartment, just a few days after Alex's welcome home party, to give him a goodbye party. He was going away for a while and everyone would have to get along without him.

"Alex, we're all going to miss you." Peggy said, not drinking the alcohol.

"Peggy, I'm not going forever." Alex said. "I'm just going home for a few weeks."

"You say that now, but Donald Trump will sign a ban-"

Eliza rolled her eyes. "He won't, Peggy."

"But he has!" Peggy protested.

"He won't order a ban on West Indians." John said. "Alex was born in Nevis. He holds a passport for Nevis. Nevis isn't Iran. He'll be fine."

"Actually my passport is for St Kitts and Nevis." Alex interjected. "Nevis is an island. St Kitts and Nevis is a country."

"Like São Tomé and Príncipe or Trinidad and Tobago?" Peggy asked.

"Where the fuck's São Tomé and Príncipe?" Jefferson asked. "Never heard of it."

"You wouldn't have, Jefferson." Alex said. "It's a Portuguese speaking African island nation, rather than a French one. Because the French speaking ones are all you care about, don't you, you macaroni jizz stain?"

"Alex!" John shouted. "Enough! This is supposed to be a happy day, which means no arguing with the macaroni lover who saved your goddamn life." He paused. "Unless you've forgotten that?"

Alex frowned. "I don't recall." He admitted. "But I do remember a terrible nightmare I had-"

"Ha!" Jefferson said loudly. "Baby boy still gets nightmares!"

"I'm older than you Jefferoni!" Alex snapped. "Anyway, I had a nightmare, back when I was still in inpatient physical therapy. Donald Trump nuked somewhere. We were all ordered into a Cold War relic fall out shelter before they nuked DC. The fallout spread up here to New York and we all started dying one by one. It was horrific. I didn't realize the symptoms of radiation sickness were that disgusting."

"Oh Alex..." Eliza hugged around him.

"I mean... I was friends with Jefferson!" Alex wailed.

"Was I in your dream?" Lafayette asked.

"Sort of." Alex replied. "You died with Peggy and George and Martha. Vaporized in the blast."

"Just how I want to go out in a nuclear war." Lafayette smiled and took a handful of Doritos from a bowl that had been laid out.

"It wasn't a war, I don't think. More an exchange."

"Did they kill President Fart in the end?" Hercules asked. He was sitting on the couch with the bowl of popcorn between his legs.

"President... Fart?" Lafayette raised an eyebrow.

"Trump means fart in Britain." Hercules replied casually, before tossing some popcorn in his mouth.

"That is just so good to know." Angelica smirked.

"I actually don't know. I assume so." Alex shrugged.

"Good." Nathaniel snorted. "Fucker deserved it. I don't care what happened to me-"

"You got cataracts, went blind, slipped and broke your ankle and died of the resulting infection." Alex said.

"Holy crap that's remarkably vivid." Nathaniel shook his head. "Still a good trade off in dreamland though."

"I... I don't think it was a dream." Alex said.

"What?" John asked.

"I don't think it was a dream." Alex repeated.

"What was it then?" Jefferson asked. "Snowflake think he can see the future?"

"I don't know what it was." Alex said. "But I don't think it was just a dream. Maybe a warning? A parallel universe, perhaps?"

"Alex, you're scaring me, man." Hercules said.

"Yeah, well Sally got pregnant with your baby." Alex countered. "She bled to death because she was suffering from radiation sickness. And the baby was born hideously deformed with a tiny head and no legs. It was a girl by the way. Congratulations."

Sally shuddered and rubbed her upper arms. "Alex, did you watch any apocalypse fiction-The Hunger Games, Mad Max, Dr Strangelove, On the Beach, Adventure Time-"

"They showed The Day After in the communal area. I watched it." Alex replied.

"There you go!" Sally said happily. "Your dreams were triggered by watching that movie."

"I thought you did accounting, not psychology." Jefferson said.

"It's not even psychology." Sally said. "It's fact. Scary things give you nightmares. Why else would horror movie be a genre?"

"Hey, watch it." Jefferson glared at her. "Or I'll fire you with immediate effect and I know how much you need that tax free ten dollars. I wouldn't have a hard time finding another person taking up that offer."

"Hey!" Hercules sprang to his feet, spilling out all the popcorn and smashing the glass bowl they were being held in. "Don't you dare threaten my fiancée!"

"Back off, you washed up demigod."

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Everyone just calm the fuck down!" Yelled James Madison out of literally nowhere, which stunned everyone to silence. "Thomas, don't make empty threats. Hercules, lay off the booze. We're supposed to be happy, yeah? Happy. So everyone relax, please."

"Alex started it with his apocalypse doomsaying!" Jefferson said loudly.

"I wasn't doomsaying!" Alex said, just as loudly. "I was just talking about a dream-and in it your fucking skin started falling off, yo!" He pointed a finger aggressively in Jefferson's direction.

Jefferson's eyes widened and he brought his hand slowly to his cheek and ran his fingers over it.

"It's fine now, you nitwit." Alex rolled his eyes. "Just not in my dream."

Alex was sitting in his wheelchair, channel surfing when John walked in after a lecture.

"Hey John." Alex greeted.

"Alex." John gave a one sided shrug. "What are you doing?"

"Bored." Alex replied.

"Turn it on the news or something then."

"Pats won the Super Bowl." Alex remarked. "It's all anyone's talking about. 'Brady deflated the balls. Brady's spying. Brady's a cheater. Brady cast twenty thousand votes for Donald Trump.' Fuck off." He snorted. The channels rounded back to the first once more-NBC. With that, Alex turned the TV off.

"Nothing on?" John took a seat on the couch next to Alex and let himself down with a grunt.

"Nothing on." Alex confirmed. He took his phone from his pocket and gasped.

"What?" John asked.

"Donald Trump's called for a nuclear arms race." Alex replied.

"Again?" John raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, only this time it carries weight because he's the president."

"Oh shit."

"I know."

"But who would he have an arms race with?" John asked. "I mean, he's practically fucking Vladimir Putin."

"China." Alex said.

"But China isn't a nuclear state, is it?" John frowned in thought.

"Yeah, it is." Alex said. "Along with us, Britain, France, India, Israel, Russia, Pakistan and North Korea. Turkey, Netherlands, Belgium, Germany and Italy are weapons sharing states."

"Oh shit." John blinked.

"And then there's Iran..."

"Nuclear war with Iran?"

"Maybe." Alex paused. "But it's more likely that it's China."

"Shit."

"Nothing will happen." Alex said. "Nobody wants nuclear war. They didn't want it in the fifties, or the Cuban Missile Crisis, or the eighties. And they don't want it now."

"I hope you're right, Alex." John said. "So what now?"

"Sound of Music?" Alex suggested. "Or Evita? Rent?"

"Ooh! Sound of Music!" John said excitedly. "Let's watch that. Get our minds off Trump and his idiot politics."

"That's exactly my thinking!"

"You got some good ideas in that brain of yours Alex."

"Alex?" John asked. "Alex? Alex!"

"Yeah?" Alex snapped from his thoughts. "'m fine."

"Actually, cancel that ambulance." Angelica's voice said.

"What happened?" Alex asked.

"You went out of it. We couldn't rouse you." Eliza said.

"I'm fine."

"Good." John said. "Because it's time to go."

Alex looked to the door "Oh uh, already?"

"I'm sorry, Alex." John said. "I don't want you to go."

"Well, it's better now than never." Alex looked around at his friends. "I'm sorry too, guys. But I have to do this."

"We understand, Alex." Eliza said. "Just be careful." She kissed him on the lips. John followed.

"And don't get stranded." Peggy clapped him on the shoulder.

"I'll be fine, Peggy."

"Call me, unlike our ungrateful brother Hugh." Hercules hugged Alex.

"I will, Hercules."

"By the way, I designed a costume based on you for my project and I got an A." Hercules said. "You were in a coma, bro. I wanted to honor you."

"Wow. I'm touched." Alex hugged Hercules back.

"I'm sorry, Alex." Aaron said.

"I don't blame you, Aaron." Alex said. "It's still sort of my fault."

"It's all our faults and we should shoulder the blame equally." Nathaniel said. "Or not shoulder any blame equally." He shrugged. "It was just a freak accident."

Angelica rolled her eyes. "Nathaniel, shut up."

"Sorry."

"Alex..." Angelica began. "Enjoy Nevis."

"Thanks, Angelica." Alex smiled.

Maria picked up Alex's luggage with a grunt. "I hope you enjoy Nevis too."

"Thanks."

"Stay safe there and don't get stranded in an airport, but if you do, go to Logan in Boston." Theo said.

"I don't think Trump's gonna lock me out of the country, but I'll keep it in mind." Alex turned to Jefferson. "Goodbye, Jefferdouche. I look forward to not seeing your face."

"Hamilton, you fucker!" Jefferson roared. "I saved your miserable, pathetic, useless life and this is how you repay me?!"

James leapt in front of Jefferson, "Thomas, calm down!"

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Jefferson pushed James out of the way.

"Jefferson, no!" Angelica lunged towards Jefferson, pulling him back by the arm, Maria grabbing his other arm.

"Jefferson. Leave." John announced. "Now."

"No, I-"

"Now!"

Jefferson slammed his empty red cup down on the table, crinkling it before storming out.

"Sorry about Thomas." James said. "But I hope you find your time in Nevis enlightening."

"Thanks, James."

"It'll be, how you say, weird without you here, mon ami." Lafayette said.

"I'll miss you too, Laf."

Maria put Alex's luggage bag on his lap.

"Thanks, Maria." Alex said. "I have to go now, guys. I don't wanna miss my flight." He turned to leave with Eliza following to see him off.

"Alex." Ned put his hand on Alex's shoulder.

"Ned."

"I just got you back and now I'm losing you again."

"I'll be back."

"Like Terminator."

"Exactly like Terminator." Alex said. "You'll see me again soon. And I'll be on the group chat."

"I'm not in the group chat."

"Someone add Ned to the group chat. And then guilt John Jay for not being here."

Eliza looked at her watch. "Alex, we have to go."

"Bye guys!" Alex said. "I'll miss you all."

Alex once again turned to leave and just like that... He was gone.

"So what now?" John asked.

A/N: So that's it for this story. A new story and a new chapter in the lives of the Hamilsquad will will begin in early February. The title to that story will be called 'We Keep Living Anyway' and Alex will not be in it. Nor will there be any mention of Lin and his family, it will just be set in New York. So How will the Hamilsquad deal with life without Alex? Find out there.

Now for notes!

To the anonymous guest reviewer, I meant to publish your review for last chapter, but it was 5am and I accidentally deleted it instead, sorry.

That is 100% true about St Kitts and Nevis. And also São Tomé and Príncipe.

I did say I wrote that chapter for a reason. I might as well announce right now that every now and then we will be dropping into the 'what if' world. And it will be formatted like that, so you can tell.

Evita, Rent and Sound of Music are a few of my favorite musical films. I've been into musicals ever since before I can remember. Look, I wouldn't be here if I didn't like musicals. I'm British, Founding Fathers never bothered me anyway.

And it's true about the nuclear states, they are China, France, India, Israel, North Korea, Pakistan, Russia, United States and United Kingdom. Although officially, it's only China, France, Russia, United States and United Kingdom. Belgium, Germany, Italy, Netherlands and Turkey are nuclear sharing states, which means they house weapons from the official nuclear states.

They think Iran has just tested a nuclear ballistic missile. If true, it brings the number of nuclear states up to ten.

That's it, I'm afraid! Hope you enjoyed the story and stay tuned for the next part!

One final thing: I'm running a small competition! The best suggestion for Ned Stevens' Internet handle wins the following:

-Their suggestion being used in the story

-Internet points

-A small donation to Syrian refugees!

Two runners up will receive a shout out for their fic.

Any/everyone else will receive a shoutout in my notes.

The winner will be announced on Super Bowl Sunday. Good luck!