A.N: Ah yes, another ficlet with no historical accuracy, my favourite. This story is actually a 'thank you' gift to all my loyal and dedicated readers, my first Hamilton oneshot surpassed 1000 views! Like oh my gosh, thank you! This is especially for you guys, I didn't post this one up on Fanfiction ;D

Aight so first off, once again, this story is based almost completely on the musical, and not Hamilton's actual life. So yeah, enjoy.

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When George first sees this boy that his advisor has brought him he's half tempted to laugh and dismiss him. The man standing before him was scrawny, looks like he hadn't enjoyed a full meal in his entire life, and couldn't be more than nineteen, at most.

Yet, this was the renowned Hamilton that he'd heard his comrades rave about, the one who stole British canons. This boy had been approached by some of the best, and he turned them down. Why?

For the most part this child was unassuming, he stood before George without judgement, his arms tucked respectfully behind his back and his gaze tilted downwards.

"Have I done something wrong, sir?" Washington needed to figure this boy out in the span of five minutes, he chose his words wisely.

"On the contrary, I called you here because our odds are beyond scary." At this Hamilton looked up, his brow furrowed in mild confusion. "Your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh." George played on the boys pride, trying to get a sense of his person.

"Sir?" He kept his expression guarded, not making a move until he knew he could keep control of the situation.

In all the other meetings he'd had with prospective young men, George had, at least as far as a five minute meeting could go, figured out the basics of their characters, who they were. With Hamilton, he couldn't.

He'd been told that this boy's pride was about as hot as his temper, and his respect was a hard won prize. He was quick to act or speak before thinking yet asserted a certain cleverness. Above all, he was told of the boy's skill and proficiency with the quill.

"Hamilton, how come no one can get you on their staff?" George moved from behind his desk to the liquor, pouring himself a glass. His goal was to seem casual, non-threatening. Everything about this boy screamed that he would lose him if he went on the defensive.

"Sir!" He starts forward, ready to defend himself, but stopped short as George raised a placating hand.

"Don't get me wrong, you're a young man of great renown." Washington offered Hamilton a drink but the boy shook his head, quelled for now. He resumed his stance as the respectful subordinate. "I know you stole British canons when we were still downtown," he watches the boy carefully from behind the rim of his glass "Nathaniel Greene and Henry Knox wanted to hire you…"

"To be their secretary, I don't think so." There it is.

"Now why are you upset?" Despite the nature of his words his tone betrayed his amusement.

It seemed to occur to Hamilton that he may have offended or disrespected his general, for he began to glare down at the floor once more.

"I'm not."

Washington had seen something just now, he knew he had. For some inexplicable reason Washington found that this boy in front of him, who by no means should do so, reminded him of himself.

"It's alright you want to fight," he said. Hamilton looks up, a spark of something in his eye that looked vaguely like hope. "You've got a hunger; I was just like you when I was younger."

Young, foolish, ambitious.

"Head full of fantasies of dying like a martyr…"

"Yes-" You're too young to die, boy.

"Dying is easy, young man, living is harder."

"Why are you telling me this?" By now, George would have had a read on any other man, such was his ability to judge character. This one though, this young, scrappy, hungry boy standing before him alluded him.

He'd only just begun to scrape the surface of the enigma that was Alexander Hamilton, yet he found that he was quite content to continue trying.

If George hires this one he'd be trouble, he knew so but oh… he'd also be brilliant.

"I'm being honest, I'm working with a third of what our Congress has promised." Washington sits at his desk, still nursing the whisky with a deep look to his eye. "We are a powder-keg about to explode, I need someone like you to lighten the load. So?"

He had not been planning on hiring anyone today but something about the officer drew him in, there was no doubt in Washington's mind that if Hamilton took this position together they would be great. He took his own quill in hand, and offered it to the young man in front him.

Alexander stared at the offered quill, it beckoned him. He didn't want to be a secretary, he had made that clear, and yet… This could be his chance. This was George Washington, rejecting an offer like this would make him a fool, and Alexander Hamilton prided himself on being no fool.

His eyes, quick like daggers, flew to meet Washington's as he gave an ever subtle nod of agreement.

George felt the edges of his mouth turn up as the boy finally left his head and indicated his agreement. The quill was taken from his fingers and in the next second the boy was sat and beginning his business, surprising George with an eagerness he hadn't expected from Hamilton's earlier hesitation.

"Son, we are outgunned, outmanned…"

"You need all the help you can get, I have some friends Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette. Okay, what else?"

Washington had a hard time controlling his facial expressions as the quill flew across the page and Hamilton, barely in the position for five minutes, took his task in stride and flourished.

"Outnumbered, out-planned…" Washington lamented, intent on going on but apparently needn't to, for his young aide's quill still did not stop.

"You need some spies on the inside, some King's men who might let some things slide," Hamilton suggested. George could only sit and watch in amazement at this little hurricane in his office. Of course he'd entertained the idea of recruiting spies, but had thought the actual notion of doing so impossible, and yet, when Hamilton said so he suddenly began to entertain the idea.

"I'll write to Congress and tell them we need supplies, rally the guys, master the element of surprise." Alexander seemed to be talking to only himself now, so lost in his work, God knows what he was even writing, he'd only been hired for a few minutes.

Gathering the rest of his things he stood, matching the general's warm gaze with a sincerely loyal one.

"I'll rise above my station, organize your information, till we rise to the occasion of our new nation," he promises, youthful hope and gratitude shining back at Washington. He blinks and finds that Hamilton has taken an excited leave, gone off to make miracles happen no doubt.

He wants a command, glory for his name perhaps. Washington could tell that much, he'd been told that much. For now, young Officer Hamilton would be content with working as Washington's 'right hand man,' but it won't last.

Yet when Washington thought of sending that boy into battle, so young and full of promise, his stomach twisted unpleasantly, even after just meeting him. He wanted to protect him, if only to utilize his skills, of course.

'He's so young,' George mused. 'How can he be ready to die, with an entire lifetime ahead of him?'

That night, he would announce Hamilton as his new aide. The boy would move into his quarters the following morn, and would begin his duties immediately afterwards. He would allow a grace period of course, while he transitioned from one routine of life to another.

George Washington was looking forward to this new endeavour, something in his gut told him that his life was about to change for the better with his new aide

"Here comes the General!" Alexander looked up in surprise at John's voice, his earlier conversation with General Washington replaying in his mind. Did he want Alexander immediately? "What causes him to make rounds around the camp like a common guard?"

"Mon ami, did you not speak to us earlier that you and Monsieur Washington met earlier?"

"You did?" Burr interrupted Alexander before any words could begin to properly formulate, looking between Lafayette, John, and Alexander as if he had missed something. Which, he had.

"Yes. Briefly, this afternoon," Alexander replied, unsure if it was proper to announce his promotion before the general had formally acknowledged him. What if he was coming to tell Alexander that he'd changed his mind?

"What was said in this apparent conversation?"

"Come now, Burr. I try not to make it a habit to gossip private conversations."

"Just publicly rebuke them, apparently." Hamilton smirked against his cup, taking a slow sip.

At that moment, Washington entered their tent. The men nearly spilled half the wine in their haste to stand for him, and Hamilton felt his breath catch in his throat.

Washington's presence filled the room, his gaze warm yet commanding, his frame strong and proud. Alexander admired the way he seemed to draw everyone's attention, how he demanded their respect without speaking. George Washington was born to be a leader.

"Hamilton, come with me."

"Yes, Your Excellency." There was no hesitation in the boy's response but he cast an almost nervous glance to his friends as they departed.

Burr watched warily as Alexander was lead away by their commander-in-chief, the hints of jealousy colouring his cheeks.

"All of you may come, actually," Washington added as they crossed the threshold of the tent, "I've an announcement to make and I'm sure you would make it your greatest interest to be present."

The men rose, casting confused glances at each other as they followed Washington out, the party was soon met by others, roused in a similar fashion, all sharing the same confusion. Eventually they arrived at what was serving as a mess hall for the soldiers, but main function was a pub.

"Officer, if you would do me the service of fetching the ale, and filling a cup for all present."

"Yes, sir, right away sir." The officer scampered away to fulfill his task while Washington surveyed the room.

He didn't like to learn names and faces, ages, backstories, all those sorts of things, about his men. Not when he sent so many of them to their deaths. He'd learned over the course of his career that being a general and being a man were two separate things.

So it was not by his consent that he noticed that all of these men seemed so young to be fighting a war, nor that almost half wore wedding bands on their fingers. They chirped with excitement and hope, of a new nation that they could build a family on. George had wanted that too, once.

A cup was placed into his hand and before he had a chance to thank the young man he had disappeared with a bow back into the crowd. Once all present had their drinks he called for their attention, which was most likely unnecessary, when they had all been watching him like an eagle for the past five minutes.

"Gentlemen. Comrades, I called this impromptu gathering with the intention of making an announcement. However, now that we are all here I think it would do no harm in making a toast."

Hamilton shifted on his feet, as many of the other men did, nervous with the general's true intent and not keen on waiting through a toast to find out.

"To the bravery and sacrifice of every single one of you here. You have all given up something, a brother, a wife, a family, and in their stead you have chosen to fight for liberty, and the God given rights of every man. To you, we toast, to our fallen comrades, to yourselves, and to freedom!" Washington thrust his cup up, and his men followed suit, yet before he could go on another voice spoke from behind him.

"And to General Washington!" There was no explanation of why Hamilton added his name into their toast, nor did his men need one, for there was a chorus of replies that toasted his name before drinking.

This was odd for George, who never thought that what he did in the war was more important, or honourable for that matter, than the men who lived and died for him.

The general once again held the attention of everyone as the cacophony of sound quieted. There was little to celebrate lately, and all men waited with bated breath to what this announcement may be.

"This gathering serves an announcement and an introduction. It was announced not three weeks ago that I was in search for an aide-de-camp. I am here today to introduce you to the fine young man who shall be serving me in this endeavour."

Burr's eyes flashed with understanding, flicking over to Alexander with ill-concealed envy. Hamilton on the other hand stood proudly yet humbly, and ever attentive to the general's words. After all, that would be his life after this.

Washington looked back to where Hamilton stood and ushered him forth, clapping his hands on the boy's shoulders with a familiarity that seemed natural despite their short acquaintance.

"My aide-de-camp, Alexander Hamilton, will be serving me for the next foreseeable future. I hope you all congratulate your brother in arms in this promotion, as I'm sure you all are aware that he has earned it with work of the highest calibre."

While Hamilton had flinched at his initial contact, he smiled sheepishly now while the company toasted to his name. He could see John excitedly cheering him on, along with Gilbert and Hercules. Burr was clapping politely but seemed tense.

Most of the men looked happy or at least amiable to the news but there were a few that seemed… less so.

Alexander had long ago learned to recognized resentment in the eyes of men, his time on Nevis had made sure of it, and so he could see clearly the resentment shining in the eyes of a few of his comrades.

He removed himself from the general's grasp, politely shaking his hand instead.

"I dedicate myself to your service, Your Excellency." His voice was unusually soft but held all the decorum that should accompany speaking with the leader of the continental army.

Washington smiled kindly and clapped Alexander on the back, making him once again flinch.

"I'm looking forward to it, Hamilton."

A.N: So there's the first chapter, short, little thing it is but it's just supposed to set the premise I suppose? I dunno, I wanted to write something and couldn't exactly think of anything super plot based at this point.

This is definitely going to be multichapter though, so shoot me a review of what you'd like to see in this story. (If I get 10 reviews within a week my general rule is that I'll have another chapter up in that time as well.)

So this is going to be a Washingdad story, naturally, but I'm not sure if I should add it to my series because it may not follow that universe? I don't know, tell me what you think in the reviews.

Thanks for your time, I love you all so much! :)