So, SiriusMarauderFan, I hope you like it, since this being for you is 100% based on you having LMM as profile picture. I don't think we ever really talked, but I may be wrong.

So, basically Alex's grandfather was French and the first reaction that several of my friends an I had was "what if he was related to Lafayette?"

And now this exists.

It's already escalating. Someone should probably stop me.

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Say whaaat?

It started pretty innocently. The soldiers of the camp were sitting around several fires, telling each other stories about everything they could think of.

One fire was surrounded by John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr, Benjamin Tallmadge, and the Marquis de Lafayette. They, like everyone else, had started with stories from the war, but somehow the conversation had drifted away from that topic and towards tales from their homelands.

Alexander, while normally talking almost non-stop, had been suspiciously quiet during this, something that John hadn't failed to notice. After looking around to check that, yes, most people were indeed too drunk to care about anyone but themselves, he scooted closer to Alexander and rubbed his back.

It was a wonder they weren't as drunk, but at least this way they could act as guards and raise alarm in case of an attack.

Meanwhile Lafayette had somehow started to talk about some unclaimed land somewhere in France. John hadn't really listened, but by the sounds of it, Lafayette was the heir if no one else was found in the next couple of years or something, because he was the closest relative or so.

"Ze problem is, no one knows where ze second son left to. 'e was a 'uguenot by ze name of John Faucette and 'ad to leave ze country as 'e didn't wish to change 'is faith."

Suddenly focused on the conversation again, Alexander's eyes grew in size and his mouth dropped open. "Did you just say John Faucette?"

The Frenchman nodded. "Oui, mon ami."

Alexander moved in his arms until he could see Lafayette in the eyes. "A Huguenot who left the France shortly after the Edict of Nantes got revoked in 1685 when he was eighteen?"

Lafayette looked—understandably—stunned. Everyone around the fire was, in fact, because how did he know that?

"Hamilton, what are you talking about?" Tallmadge inquired, but Alexander shushed him so he could hear the Marquis' reply.

"Oui, but no one knows where 'e left to."

Alexander took a deep breath. "I believe I do."

"You do?" Hercules raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Alexander nodded. "He married Mary Uppington on Nevis in 1712 and had seven children with her, only two of which, Ann and Rachel, survived into adulthood." He spoke slower than John could ever recall hearing him.

It was worrying, to be honest. Even when he was ill, he spoke a million miles an hour, but now he was quiet and almost...shy. And that was not a word John ever expected to connect with Alexander.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear the question that Hercules had asked the youngest member of their group or see the looks of disbelief that Burr and Tallmadge were trading.

John did, however, feel when Alexander shook his head before he spoke up again.

"No, both of them have since died. Ann has a daughter of the same name—she is currently living somewhere in New York, I believe—and Rachel had three sons that survived more than a few weeks."

The expression on his face was very odd, John observed. It was almost as if he was personally involved in this. And given the fact that none of them really knew much about Alexander's life before he attended King's College that was actually quite plausible...

"What became of them?" Burr questioned, possibly arriving at the same conclusion that John himself did. But perhaps he thought the family might be some kind of legend on these islands. How would either of them know?

"Peter, the oldest, is the first one, he left St. Croix for South Carolina ages ago. James stayed on the island and became a carpenter."

South Carolina? Maybe John had met him.

"And ze youngest?" Lafayette asked quietly, inching closer to John and Alexander and putting a hand on the latter's knee.

Alexander took a deep breath. "Is sitting right here," he replied pointing at himself.

"That's not funny, Hamilton," Burr shook his head after a few seconds of silence.

"I am not lying," Alexander denied. "Why should I? What would I have to gain from it? Had I not spoken up, this topic wouldn't ever have come up again. I simply heard my grandfather's name and reacted as any man would. I asked questions about the details."

"Alright, alright, Hamilton," Burr advised, "Calm down a notch."

"Not helpful, Burr," Hercules pointed out.

Indeed, Alexander seemed to preparing for another of his famous hour-long monologues. And while John loved him with his whole heart, even he had to admit that it was a bit much sometimes.

"We believe you, Alexander," John promised his lover, glaring at everyone else, daring them to disagree.

Hercules was quick to voice his agreement, and so was Lafayette, with a huge smile on his face.

"Mon ami, zis means we are, 'ow you say," he moved his hand in a circular fashion, until he seemed to remember the word. "Related. Zat is the word, oui?"

"Aren't you a noble?" Tallmadge asked, taken aback by the implications of that statement. "That's what Marquis means, right?"

Lafayette nodded. "Oui. Zat is correct."

"So, is Hamilton a noble as well?" Tallmadge continued.

Before anyone could reply—most likely confirming the question—Alexander snorted.

"That's funny. Noble blood from both sides and still growing up dirt poor. God truly works in mysterious ways."

"From both sides?" Hercules repeated incredulously.

"My father—the man I assume to be my father," Alexander corrected himself, "Grew up in an actual castle on the Scottish coast."

"Not to be rude or anything," John spoke, "but why didn't you have money then?"

"A combination of bad luck, order of birth, Johann Lavine—my mother's husband—and my father's inability to handle business. According to him, the family ambition skipped him."

"And you got it instead, I presume?" Lafayette laughed

"Oh, be quiet," Alexander muttered as the rest joined the Frenchman's laughter. "I'll show you all soon enough. Just you wait."

"Hate to tell you, Alexander" John managed to say through his laughter, "but you're proving his point."

Once they had all calmed down again, Burr stood up and tried to get some of the dust and dirt from his uniform. "Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll head back to my tent."

"You're no fun," Alex pouted, crossing his arms.

"But he's probably correct," Hercules declared, rising from his spot as well. "Goodnight, gentlemen."

Grumbling, the other four began to stand up and make their ways to their tents as well. One wonders if they were aware of the changed this conversation brought.

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