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Story Warnings

Rated M/MA - Violence, References and actions of sexual violence, strong language throughtout and racial slurs.

Chapter Summary

Philip and Theodosia meet at the Ball, but their friendship is immediately tested as Philip's sister needs their protection.

"Please Philip!" whined Angie

"Angie how many times do I have to tell you no!" exclaimed Philip

"But you have to come, it's the biggest ball of the year!" she groaned

"I hate dancing and everything about balls Angie, it's final I'm not coming" proclaimed Philip rising from his chair and flopping unceremoniously onto his bed.

Angie groaned and then ran out of the room.

"At last some peace," thought Philip, closing his eyes.

"Philip" exclaimed Eliza.

"Oh for heaven's sake" mumbled Philip.

"Philip" his mother called again.

"Yes, Mother" groaned Philip as he rose from his bed.

He met his mother's gaze as she stood at the bottom of his bed. He smiled, she looked beautiful.

"Going somewhere nice Mother?" teased Philip "you look awfully lovely"

"Don't tease me you silly boy" she retorted with a smile "what's this Angie's saying that you're not coming?"

Philip groaned and fell back onto his pillow "Mother you know I hate the state balls, I don't want to go"

"Nonsense, you're coming" concluded Eliza.

"Mother please, don't make me" whined Philip.

"Get dressed or I will dress you myself" called Eliza as she left the room.

Philip shut his eyes and sighed and with a groan pulled himself off his bed and wandered to his wardrobe. He dug to the back and found the dreaded 'state dinner suit' and brushed the dust from the collar.

He hated the colour. It was a medium blue and white, to match the dress of his sister and still coordinate with his mother and father. All of the other young boys were dressed in black and brown and he was stuck looking like a bloody flower boy.

He unbuttoned his shirt and began to shed his trousers when Eliza wandered back in the room and caused Philip to spin around and quickly cover the front of his underwear with his jacket.

"Mother!" he exclaimed with embarrassment.

Eliza laughed "don't be so modest sweetheart, I am your mother after all. Believe me, I've seen it all before"

Philip shuddered "Mother enough!"

"Here, I have a present for you" smiled Eliza as she placed a dark box on his bed with a white ribbon sealing it shut.

Philip shuffled over still wrapping his jacket around his waist and eyed the package curiously.

After a few moments of suspense, Eliza untied the ribbon and lifted the lid off the box, revealing a brand new dark blue suit.

Philip let out a surprised breath "thank you, Mother!"

"I thought it was about time my nineteen-year-old got a suit to match his age, seeing as your father now insists on wearing black I thought you could keep up our tradition" smiled Eliza.

"It looks wonderful" smiled Philip.

"Now get it on quickly, the carriage leaves in fifteen minutes with or without you," said Eliza pressing a kiss on her son's forehead.

Wearing his new suit and with his sister on his arm, Philip followed his father and mother into the ballroom. They were soon greeted by George Washington and his wife Martha.

"You have excelled yourself again your Excellency" smiled Eliza as she placed two kisses on Washington's cheeks.

"You are very kind my dear Mrs Hamilton" he replied.

"The ballroom looks divine" exclaimed Eliza.

"And now more than ever, since you have arrived" smiled Washington.

"Philip, my my, you are growing taller and taller by the day" commented Washington as he shook his hand.

"And more clever, he's writing like his father already from what I hear" smiled Martha.

Washington turned back to Hamilton "Good God we can't have two of you" he chuckled.

"And dear little Angelica, you are going to steal every boy's heart tonight" exclaimed Martha as she embraced her.

"Not too many I hope" commented Eliza cocking her eyebrow.

"Now forgive me but I must pull your husband from your side, I do have some new congress members that he must meet," said Washington.

"I will try and see you later my dear" whispered Alexander and placed a kiss on Eliza's hand, quickly following behind Washington.

"Do come with me dear Eliza, I have people I want you to meet!" smiled Martha.

"Just a moment Martha" urged Eliza.

"Philip you are to keep an eye on your sister tonight, do you understand"

"But Mama I can look after myself-" exclaimed Angie.

"I don't know if the Jeffersons will join us before the night is over, keep away from them, is that understood," asked Eliza in hushed tones.

"But Mama!" whined Angie.

"I said I am understood" repeated their mother firmly.

"Yes Mother" Philip and Angie replied in unison.

"Now enjoy your evening, Philip no going off with any girls, Angie no boys beyond this ballroom" called their mother as she was tugged away by a very impatient Martha Washington.

It had been over an hour and Philip was bored out of his skull.

Angie had done nothing but dance and when she wasn't dancing she will tell Philip all about her dancing until another young boy would politely ask her to dance and off she went and the cycle repeated.

Philip Hamilton did not dance.

Many girls had come up to him, introduced themselves and asked for a dance to which Philip politely declined. He made up various excuses, he was tired, his legs were giving him some pain or he didn't know the dance well enough. He was content to sit in the corner of the ballroom all night, keeping a close watch on Angie and drinking the wine.

The temperature in the room was steadily rising and seeing an empty chair near the doors to the balconies he took his chance and was soon comfortably seated and enjoying the cool breeze.

Across the ballroom he noticed someone. He had seen many pretty girls at the ball but none compared to the beauty that he beheld. Luckily the music came to a stop and Angie flopped onto a chair beside her brother and followed his line of vision.

"Found someone you like Philip ?" she teased.

"Oh shut up and tell me who she is" groaned Philip.

"Who is who?" asked Angie.

"That girl in the light blue dress, dark skin, curly hair, over there," he said.

"Oh her, yes that's Aaron Burr's daughter" smiled Angie.

Philips' heart sank "Burr's daughter"

"Yes, why can't you see the resemblance" commented Angie.

Upon a second glance, he sighed "Yes I can"

"Go and introduce yourself then" urged Angie.

"No I don't need to Angie, I was only asking who she was" stammered Philip.

"Well," said Angie rising to her feet "if you won't introduce yourself I will do it for you"

"Angelica," said Philip sternly. He rarely used her full name unless he was getting very irritated.

"Yes, Philip" she teased, a devilish gleam in her eyes.

Philip leant forward "don't you dare"

"Watch me" she giggled and before Philip could grab her she had somehow made her way across the ballroom and began her introduction to Burr's daughter.

Angie pointed in his direction and Philip quickly spun his head to admire the painting on the wall, hoping he didn't look to socially awkward. Before he knew it Angie was walking arm in arm with Burr's daughter and heading straight toward him.

"Oh, shit" he mumbled.

He cleared his throat and brushed his hands over his hair, hoping that it didn't look too dishevelled.

"This is my brother" exclaimed Angie.

"It's a pleasure to meet you" smiled Burr's daughter.

"The pleasure is all mine" replied Philip, quickly realising his lack of manners and rose to his feet and politely bowed.

"Well I'll leave you two alone" smirked Angie and before Philip could stop her she ran over to another group of girls and quickly engaged in conversation.

After a few moments of painful silence, Philip grabbed another chair and placed it next to his own and offered it to her.

"I'm sorry but I did not catch your name," asked Burr's daughter, gently brushing a curl away from her face.

"Philip Hamilton"

"You're a Hamilton?" she commented.

"Yes"

"I can see the resemblance, you look just like your father"

"Is that a good thing?" he questioned.

"Possibly," she said with a smile

"I confess I didn't know Burr had a beautiful daughter" commented Philip leaning forward slightly.

She rolled her eyes "don't flirt with me Hamilton, I'm not just going to be another of your conquests"

Philip was taken aback. He wasn't used to be rejected.

"Forgive me" she sighed, seeing the look on his face "it's just I have had every man in this room, comment on my appearance and not on my intelligence"

"You study?" asked Philip.

"Yes, I am fluent in French and Latin and I have helped my father organise his addresses to Congress and written several essays defending the constitution" she smiled.

"You are quite the student Miss-?"

"Theodosia"

"Theodosia" he repeated "of course after your mother, forgive me"

"Would you like to dance?" she asked.

Philip felt his cheeks heat up "I'm afraid I can't dance"

Theodosia raised an eyebrow "can't or won't?"

"Both" he replied.

"Come on, this dance is easy, just 4 steps, surely even a Hamilton can manage that" she teased.

"Very well, but when I tread on your toes you will have no one to blame but yourself" sighed Philip rising from the security of his chair.

Without thinking he reached out for her hand and shivered as their skin made contact. Without trying to clam up he swiftly lead her to the floor and they began to dance.

It was a simple waltz but nevertheless, Philip constantly stumbled and was pulled back into place by Theodosia.

"How old are you Philip?" she asked.

Just hearing his name leave her lips sent butterflies to his stomach.

"Just turned nineteen" he replied.

"That's funny, so did I" she smiled.

"We were both born just after the war, my father said Burr had a daughter" commented Philip.

"Yes, my father told me to stay away from you" retorted Theodosia.

"Why?" asked Philip.

"He said you were trouble, that you just wanted to get under my dress" confessed Theodosia.

"I hope he sees that I have some morals" replied Philip "but then why are you dancing with me, if I am just trying to bed you?"

"Because, I wanted to see if there was any truth behind it, and so far you are proving my father wrong" commented Theodosia.

"Philip"

Philip turned his head at the sound of his father's voice.

"Forgive me, my father needs me" mumbled Philip.

"It's alright, my father won't kill me for engaging in conversation with your father, go, I will join you" urged Theodosia.

Alexander raised an eyebrow as he saw his son, politely introduce Theodosia.

"Of course, little Theodosia, what a pretty little thing you have become" smiled Alexander pressing a kiss on her hand, trying his best to be civil.

Philip saw Theodosia sigh, yet another man had only seen her for her beauty.

"You should hear about her academic achievements Pops" interrupted Philip "she is quite the student"

Theodosia smiled at him. No one had ever stood up for her before.

"Really?" commented Alexander "I wouldn't think Burr would have wanted to burden his only child with study"

"Not at all Sir" replied Theodosia "I wanted to study"

"And what do you study?" asked Alexander.

"Politics mainly but also language and current affairs" smiled Theodosia.

"My my, wouldn't you rather study something a little less academic?" commented Alexander.

"Not at all Sir, I enjoy my studies" retorted Theodosia, slightly offended.

Philip sensing that the conversation was turning sour butted in and asked: "So um Pa what did you want me for?"

"Yes Philip" began Alexander turning his attention from Burr's girl, "Your mother wishes to speak to Angie and can't seem to find her, can you get her for me"

"Sure Pops, she was right over -" smiled Philip glancing over at the group of girls. His face soon fell when he couldn't spot Angie amongst the dresses.

"I think I saw her over by the windows" commented Theodosia "we'll go and look for her"

"Be quick about it" replied Alexander and wandered back to Washington.

"Where could she have gone!" exclaimed Philip.

"It's alright, she can't have gone far" hushed Theodosia.

"It's not alright" snapped Philip.

He then saw Theodosia's face and apologized "sorry Theodosia, it's just Angie is my responsibility, I need to look after her, she still so naive"

"That's alright, come on, I will check the ballroom, you check the balconies, she may have gone outside for some air" smiled Theodosia.

Philip began his search, starting where he had taken a seat by the doors to one of the smaller balconies. It was fairly dark outside, especially on that particular balcony so he went about searching the others.

"Leave me alone!"

Philips' head spun at the sound of his sister's voice

He quickly scanned the ballroom and couldn't place her so glanced through the window as saw Angie being pushed against the wall by none other than Thomas Jefferson's bastard son, Eston Hemings. His blood boiling he slipped outside and flew to the other end of the balcony, just in time to see Eston's hand fly up Angie's dress.

"Eston" barked Philip.

"Philip!" shrieked Angie "he won't leave me alone"

"Get off my sister" spat Philip

Eston laughed "Oh come on Philip, I was just having a bit of fun"

"Get your hands off my sister" warned Philip.

"But look at how she dressed, how can a man help it when she looks like this" teased Eston pushing more of his body against Angie

"Philip!" sobbed Angie "get him off me, he's hurting me!"

Hearing raised voices Theodosia ran onto the balcony just in time to see Philip rip Eston off Angie and slam him against the railing.

"Don't you ever touch my sister again" he roared as he punched Eston right his smug face.

Eston moaned in pain and spat out blood before tackling Philip.

"No stop it!" shouted Theodosia as both young men threw punch after punch whilst knocking over the balconies decor.

She ran to them and started tugging on Eston's jacket, desperate to avoid calling for help.

"Get off me you bitch" exclaimed Eston before slapping Theodosia hard around the face.

Philip seeing this kicked Eston hard in the chest, completely winding him and rushed to Theodosia's aid.

"Go and deal with him Philip, I'm fine" moaned Theodosia.

"Your father is going to kill me" exclaimed Philip.

"Philip look out!" screamed Angie.

Philip spun around and quickly pushed himself and Theodosia to the ground as Eston fired a single shot from his pistol.

At the sound of a gunshot, it took a matter of seconds before Washington, accompanied by Thomas Jefferson, Hamilton and Burr and the mothers of all parties on the balcony flooded out.

What they found was a very unhappy site. Angie was still pressed against the wall in terror and took several minutes of comforting from Eliza before she could stop sobbing uncontrollably. Eston had flung down his gun and was soon grabbed by his father. Hamilton pulled Philip off Theodosia and Burr lifted his daughter from the floor, before attempting to punch Philip.

"Father don't, it's not what you think!" exclaimed Theodosia grabbing his arm

"And what am I supposed to think, I find you under Philip Hamilton and with marks on your face" spat Burr

"He was protecting me from Eston" exclaimed Theodosia.

"How about you shut up you dumb bitch" spat Eston.

Philip went to attack Eston for the second time but was restrained by his father.

"That is enough!" shouted Washington "the pair of you"

Stepping forward Washington looked at the two young men "now are you going to tell me the cause of this fight"

Neither Philip or Eston spoke a word.

Washington sighed "Very well, because of your actions I am removing both of you from the next enrolment list at Congress"

"Sir" exclaimed Alexander.

"It is non-negotiable Alexander" said Washington with his firm authority.

Theodosia saw Philips distress and couldn't hold her tongue.

"Your Excellency I really must protest!"

Washington spun around at the sound of Theodosia's voice.

"Are you going to defend them?" asked Washington with a raised eyebrow.

"Neither of them, but I saw what happened, I beg you, let me speak and then reconsider your punishment," asked Theodosia.

"Very well" sighed Washington.

"For Eston, I cannot understand his restraint of information as he seemed very confident whilst he was engaging in the cause of the fight, but as for Philip I can only assume that his silence comes from wanting to protect myself and his sister's honour". began Theodosia.

"Go on," said Washington.

"The fight was caused by Eston's actions towards Angelica" concluded Theodosia.

"What actions!" exclaimed Eliza.

"Philip was asked by his father to locate his sister whilst him and myself was dancing. I offered to help and we searched until we came onto the balcony and Philip saw Angie being forcefully pressed against the wall by Eston with his hand halfway up her dress" continued Theodosia.

At the mention of this Angie descended into sobs and clung to her mother.

"You son of a bitch" exclaimed Alexander, his anger nearly at breaking point.

"Alexander enough!" hissed Eliza.

"Eston is this true?" inquired Washington.

All eyes turned to the young man as his own eyes wandered before he sighed deeply and gave a singular nod "Yes Sir"

"You stupid boy" spat Jefferson.

"Thank you, Theodosia, I commend you on your bravery for speaking the truth, well done," said Washington.

"Thank you Sir" she replied.

"Now Jefferson, I think it is time you and your son had a discussion about respecting the women around you, do you not think" ordered Washington.

"I quite agree Sir" commented Alexander, still fuming.

With a stone-faced expression, Jefferson lead his son back into the ballroom and the rest of the party followed.

"Philip, we are leaving" called his mother, still wrapping her arms around Angie.

"Yes Mother" replied Philip.

He scanned the balcony and saw Theodosia recovering a ribbon from her dress that had been pulled off during the fight.

Burr was standing by the doors so Philip kept a respectable physical distance from her when he went to say goodbye.

"Why did you do it?" he whispered.

"Do what?" she replied.

"Defend me"

Theodosia looked up at Philip "because Eston was in the wrong and you were only being punished because you defended your sister, I couldn't just stand by"

"Well, I believe a thank you is in order" smiled Philip and he gently kissed her hand.

He saw a slight redness creep up onto her cheeks which quickly disappeared when she heard her father's voice.

"Theodosia, we are leaving"

"Coming Father" she replied, calling over Phillip's shoulder.

"I should hope to see you again Miss Burr," said Philip stepping aside to let her pass.

Walking past him, she pressed the torn piece of ribbon into his hand.

"As do I Master Hamilton, as do I"

Note time! Updated 23rd April 2018

So, as this was my first chapter I paid little attention to the plot and how events after it would continue, as I had no idea what praise if any, this story would receive.

Of course, the events with Angie would have resulted in a long period of recovery, as that was full on assault. But you will find that in the next chapter, set only a few weeks later, that Angie is happy and bubbly, completely unaffected by the assault from Eston. Some previous reviews had pointed out that loophole in the plot and I apologise for that. It is really from Chapter 2 onwards that I really planned out the plot of the story so don't take this first chapter too seriously.

Thanks, Sarah x