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i keep it caged (but i can control it)

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Someone enters the tent as Burr talking about General Montgomery. “Your Excellency? You wanted to see me?”

George takes his eyes of Burr and moves them to Hamilton. There are rings under his eyes that make his lack of energy obvious to anyone who looks in his general direction.

“Have you met Burr?” George asks, choosing not to focus on what might cause this lack of sleep.

“Yes, Sir,” Hamilton confirms.

“We keep meeting,” both of them explain at the exact same time. Hamilton smiles at Burr and the other man returns this smile, though he isn’t showing his teeth.

“As I was saying, Sir,” Burr continues, “I look forward to seeing your strategy play out-”

“Burr?” George interrupts.


“Close the door on your way out.”

Burr does a double take. All three of them are well aware that they are in a tent and that George’s dismissal of the man wasn’t the nicest thing to do.

The two young men exchange a look, seemingly exchanging information before Burr nods and leaves the tent.

“Have I done something wrong, Sir?” Hamilton asks.

George shakes his head. “On the contrary.” He proceeds to explain his reasons for calling Hamilton here.

The young man was clearly very ambitious and desired to rise above his station. He wasn’t content being a mere secretary, despite being rather skilled with words. Hamilton is prepared to do anything for this country, even if it is dying.

“Dying is easy, young man. Living, is harder.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Hamilton questions.

“I’m being honest,” George replies before he outlines what exactly he wants from Hamilton. “So?” the General looks expectantly at the soldier in front of him.

The young man takes a few seconds to reply. “I do not intend to turn away this offer, to throw away my shot so to say, but I have to be honest with you before I can accept.”

“Is that so?” George raises an eyebrow. Hamilton’s origin has been a mystery for a number of people in the past months, could it be that he was finally admitting to it?

“Yes, Sir,” the young man fidgets with his hands, clearly uncomfortable.

“Then speak, Hamilton,” George orders, sitting down.

“You see, Sir,” he awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “I am not actually a human.”

“I have no time for such jests, Hamilton,” George turns around.

“I’m not lying,” the young man insists. “There are many things in the world that are simply hidden to the human eye. My true nature is one of them. As are the ones of several other soldiers. Just because we’re not human doesn’t mean we don’t care about what goes on in the world around us.”

There is something in that passion Hamilton speaks with, the way he obviously cares, that convinces just enough of George that he actually considers what the man is claiming, instead of just dismissing it out of hand.

“Can you show me any proof?” he asks.

“I could,” Hamilton nods, but the confidence on his face is mixed with something else. Shame, maybe? “But if you will allow it, Sir, I would rather not. I can get one of my friends to demonstrate.”

“Why can’t you do it yourself?” George inquires, raising an eyebrow. “Surely you realize that this doesn’t exactly give credit to your claim.”

“I do realize that, Sir,” Hamilton retorts, before he loses posture, almost as if he is trying to hide inside himself. “However, my...ability is not exactly something I am proud of or something fit for polite company.”

George frowns. “What do you mean?”

The younger man takes a deep breath. “I am an incubus.” Hamilton waits for a few seconds, during which he proceeds to blush, but that word does not sound familiar to George, so he continues. “I require...sexual energy for my continued existence and, consequently, everything I can do is more or less closely related to that process.”

The General takes a few seconds to process this statement. “You mean…”

“I create attraction, create desire. I can visit dreams,” the young man gulps, still very red in his face. “There are more things, but I would prefer not to mention them. If I could please get someone else?”

George simply nods and Hamilton leaves the room instantly.

The General doesn’t move until the young man returns, with the Marquis de Lafayette at his side.

The Frenchman has a ridiculous smile on his face. “Mon petit lion was telling me zat you, how you say, require proof for ze fact zat not all of us ‘ere are ‘uman?”

Not knowing what else to do, George nodded.

In the very front of his eyes, the Marquis shrinks until he is barely the size of Hamilton’s hand, and in fact unflexes wings and flies into the very same.

“Are you convinced, Sir?” Hamilton asks, his face showing more emotions at the same time than George cares to name.

The Marquis looks up from Hamilton’s hand with an expectant look on his face.

“After this demonstration, how could I not be?” George questions, “Considering the fact that I had nothing to drink today that could cause this hallucination and am reasonably certain that I am indeed awake.”

“If you no longer want me to work with you, I understand,” Hamilton starts, but George interrupts before he can get any future.

“I didn’t hire you because you were a human. I hired you because you are an ambitious young man, Hamilton. You being an...incubus? Was that it?” The young man nods. “That changes nothing.”

Qu'est-ce que je t'avais dit? ” the Marquis speaks up, a smile evident on his small face. His voice is notably lighter in this shrunken form.

Hamilton smiles as well and the relief floating of from him is almost tangible. He doesn’t reply to the Marquis, but he pulls his hand away.

The Frenchman almost falls to the ground, but he can catch himself in the last moment.

George doesn’t understand a word of the rapid French that follows, but he does understand that the two young men in front of him seem to be very good friends, given the fact that the Marquis has yet to stop smiling.

The General dismisses the two men and the Frenchman grows back to his usual height before they leave the tent, Hamilton laughing and the Marquis grumbling ever so slightly.

George isn’t quite sure what he had gotten himself into this evening, but he can’t quite bring himself to regret it. Perhaps that will change at a later date, although he doesn’t honestly suspect it is going to be the case.