Hello, friends! I have not forgotten about my other fics (it's impossible to forget about my other fics), but I just wrapped up an RP with my good friend What'dIMiss (who you should all be following) and was too excited to wait to post it!

As might be evident stylistically, I wrote all of Alexander's parts, while What'dIMiss wrote all of John's parts. I think it flowed together rather nicely, myself.

Enjoy!

Chapter One

"Your Excellency," Alexander Hamilton bowed graciously when he entered General Washington's tent. Marquis de Lafayette was already present, staring at a map on the General's desk. McHenry was tidying up the quarters. Martha Washington - the General's wife - was preparing dinner. Martha Washington always prepared dinner for the aides when she visited the camp. There was only one person missing. "Where's Laurens?"

The General and Lafayette exchanged uncomfortable glances. McHenry avoided Alexander's eyes. Martha stepped forward with a gracious smile.

"Alexander, why don't you have some dinner? I've just finished roasting some game hens." She suggested, gesturing to the makeshift fire just outside of the tent. It did smell good. Alexander allowed his eyes to stray in the direction of the fire for just a moment before smiling at Martha Washington ruefully.

"Thank you, Mrs. Washington." He looked at Washington in askance. "Your Excellency, sir, where is John Laurens?"

Washington sighed, hanging his head for a moment before meeting Alexander's eyes. "Hamilton, my boy, I think that we had better talk outside."

"Yes, sir." Alexander agreed, his eyebrow furrowing together in confusion. He followed Washington out of the tent, ignoring the strange looks that he was receiving from everyone else in the tent.

"Laurens isn't at camp anymore," Washington explained as they neared the woods surrounding camp, where no one could hear them. "He's…well, he's on his way to England."

"England?" Alexander didn't bother hiding his surprise. "But…w-what's he doing there? He was just here yesterday."

"He left at dawn," Washington answered, not meeting Alexander's eyes.

"But why?" Alexander did not miss the petulant tone in his voice. He frowned and tacked on a more respectful "Sir."

"Henry Laurens was captured by a British vessel on his way to Holland. He was going to meet John Adams in the Netherlands to secure a Dutch alliance. He was able to throw the most confidential documents into the water before they fell into British hands, but he could not escape. Secretly - and quite without my permission - John Laurens bartered with the British. He convinced the government that he was a more valuable prisoner than his father, being a direct subordinate of mine. He surrendered himself to the Red Coats across the river before I realized what he was doing. As we speak, he's on his way to England to be held prisoner at the Tower of London." Washington looked down at his boots as he spoke.

"What?" Alexander lost all sense of propriety immediately. "No, sir, he can't do that. They'll kill him. Who's to say that they'll even let his father go?"

"They've already released him," Washington said.

"Still…" Alexander shook his head, feeling extremely shell-shocked. "They'll try to torture him for information. They'll try to make him a spy. We can't let that happen."

"There's nothing that we can do, son."

"Send me to England." Alexander protested. "Or let me meet with one of the officers across the river. Maybe I can negotiate terms of release."

"Out of the question. I have already lost one of my best aides. I cannot risk losing another." Washington said firmly.

"But sir -"

"Hamilton, that's enough." Washington insisted, his voice rising. Alexander knew enough about Washington's temper to know not to press the point further.

"Yes, sir." With some difficulty, he lowered his head in a gesture of respect.

"Now," Washington disliked losing his temper with his aides. He used an overly friendly tone to compensate for just about yelling at Alexander. "Come inside. Martha's prepared dinner for us all. I'm sure that you're starving after a long day of surveying the landscape."

"Actually, sir, I think that I'll just have my rations tonight. I'm not very hungry." Alexander couldn't keep the tone of resentment out of his voice. "Goodnight, your Excellency."

"Goodnight, Hamilton." Washington looked at Alexander warily but walked towards his own tent without an additional word. He trusted Alexander to follow his orders. After all, Alexander was typically as obedient as any servant could be. But that was about to change. This was the one time that Alexander would prove himself to be just as rebellious as the war that they were fighting in.

The situation was as follows: John Laurens was now a prisoner of King George III. Alexander Hamilton, meanwhile, was a prisoner of John Laurens. More or less. They were in love. They'd been in love from the first day that Laurens had joined Washington's staff. He'd walked into Alexander's quarters by mistake. Alexander had taken one look into his baby blue eyes at that had been that.

Naturally, the two men had kept their romance hidden from the world. It was 1777 and homosexuality was not only a sin - it was a crime. Unless Alexander wanted to be deported to the island from whence he came, he would be smart about his relationship with Laurens. No one could know; especially not General Washington.

Now that Laurens was missing, though, the rules had changed. Alexander could not sit around camp, knowing that Laurens was being tortured for information about Washington's army. He had to do something. If that meant disobeying General Washington's orders, so be it.

John paced back and forth in his cell on the British ship that was transporting him to London. He had earned his way in there after he'd had a scuffle with a few guards upon arriving onboard. They were being too rough with him. He only let one person touch him, and that was Alexander.

Alexander Hamilton. The love of John's life. He missed him terribly, and felt guilty about leaving without warning, but he knew Alex would try to stop him, and he didn't want to be stopped. He longed to once again gaze into Alex's bright green eyes. Alas, he was back at the camp in America, and John was on this small British ship being sent to the Tower of London.

He was lucky to be on such a ship. Normal war prisoners had to sit in the large, cramped decks of enormous freighters, surrounded by disease and filth.

John, on the other hand, was not an ordinary prisoner. He was a political one. He'd bargained with the British to take him in his father, ambassador Henry Laurens' place. As an aide-de-campe of General Washington, John was much more valuable, so he told them.

A short, young-looking British soldier now marched past him, all seriousness. He was almost cute, the way his brown hair stuck out of his tall helmet. John snickered.

"Aw...you're such a cute little guy! I bet you write to your mother every day." John said in a condescending voice.

The guard stopped, turned and walked back to the door of John's cell. "Don't speak to me that way, you piece of American scum."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings? My bad."

The guard's face started to get red. "No."

John laughed more."What's your name, kid?"

"E-Eddy." The guard said quietly.

"Well, Eddy, I hope your mother is proud that you're fighting for a misguided government who thinks America belongs to them when It doesn't."

"I've never fought anyone."

"Then good for you."

Eddy slowly walked away from the cell. John went back to pacing.

"All hands on deck!" The captain yelled.

"I see London!" Someone else called.

"Great, we're here." Thought John.