Normally I don't add an Author's Note in my story.

Based off of chisribbles4smiles' comic on Tumblr and DryeGuy's dub of said comic on YouTube. Please go and support the artist and YouTubers, they both did such amazing jobs!

And now, to all of those in the comment section of the video who wanted fanfiction, I am pleased to announced I am done! I hope this is what you wanted!

John didn't need to know he was dead. He just... knew. The feeling of departing from his body had been a strange experience, but faded rather quickly. No heavenly light that many claimed, only calming darkness. e opened his eyes, feeling lighter than before. What had happened?

He needed to get his facts in order. Laurens was with the first black battalion, neither side knowing that the war was won (of course they didn't know, news traveled too slow). Then he was shot by a British soldier. Dying. Appearing here. Wait a minute. Where was here?

John got up, shaking his head a bit. His uniform wasn't bloody anymore, his body not in pain. The place he found himself in, was a moderately furnished room, wood flooring, the walls an ivory white. A window let in natural sunlight. He didn't notice the cradle, too busy musing to himself.

'I don't know what I was expecting heaven or... The other place to look like," he said to himself.

True, Laurens was expecting pearly white gates or some kind of heavenly looking place. Not a bedroom. Oh well.

"But I'm pretty sure it wasn't anything like thi-" John was cut off by a loud wail.

Let it be said that John wasn't the greatest when confronted with crying children. He started to panic, internally freaking out.

"YO! WHO'S BABY IS THIS?" He shouted. Fucking brilliant John, way to be of any help.

It didn't do anything but make the wailing louder.

"This is so-"

Footsteps sounded from the hall, not stopping.

"What-"

It felt like he had been doused in water. The person had walked right through him.

The person in question was a lady with long black hair and a blue dress. She swiftly went to the cradle, gently shushing the child.

Wait. He knew that hair, It was Elizabeth Schuyler! No, she was married to his friend Hamilton, so that made her Elizabeth Hamilton.

"Miss. Schuyler! Um- Mrs. Hamilton!" No use. She couldn't hear him. 'Of course she can't stupid! You're dead'!'

"Shh shh shh. Its okay, mother's here now,"

She gently picked up the wailing baby, placing them on her shoulder, trying to calm them down.

It was a baby boy, eyes just as intelligent as his father's yet, caring like his mother's stared at him.

"You can see me...?" He questioned. The baby only looked at him, quieting down.

"I wonder what got you so worked up," Laurens heard Eliza say.

The baby didn't answer only gurgling and trying to reach for the dead John Laurens.

He smiled, watching Mrs. Hamilton slowly lull the boy to sleep. She softly placed him back into the cradle.

"Sweet dreams Philip," Eliza whispered, leaving the room.

"Philip, huh?" John whispered to the sleeping baby "I'm going to do everything I can to protect you."

Years into the future...

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven-

A gun is fired.

"Philip get down!"