"Just you wait…"

The last words I heard from my friend, my enemy. I had walked towards Alexander the moment my bullet had struck him in the ribs. But, I was ushered away, left with only my thoughts as he was rowed back across the Hudson. I was in too much of a shock, partly because he had repeated my mantra, partly because I hadn't. Because I had shot him with the intent of death, because I thought it was him or me. Because he came with the intent of having both parties leave with their lives, not regrets. I was too quick to judgement, I hadn't noticed that he wasn't aiming at me.

He was aiming at the sky. A show of bravery, of truce.

Now, as I sit in the rowboat with my friend, William P. Van Ness, I gaze up at the sky. I watched the clouds glide across the glowing light of the rising sun. I watched the sun steadily climb into its position above me. I imagined a bullet piercing through the clouds, ending our dispute.

If only I had just waited.

As we waited to reach the edge of the river, I thought about many things. I thought about the first time I had met Hamilton, in a bar in I thought I was the one thing in my life I could control; As it turns out, I can't even control that.

We hit land, and I wonder what seems best to do next: Alcohol or sleep.

Damn rest to hell, I need a drink.

I clamber out of the boat, heading straight for the bar. I hear wailing in the streets, crashing through my ears like harsh waves. A man hastens towards me, grabbing the front of my shirt and leaning in.

"You'd better hide." He whispers, before releasing me and hurrying across the street.

They say Angelica and Eliza, were both by his side when he died. When he died... you killed him, Burr. You actually killed the man. When I first met him, I had a feeling I would be around when he died. But more of a He-Died-Of-Old-Age and I was there beside him, because we both thought we'd end up being lawyers together. He wanted, so badly, to work with me when he first came up and introduced himself. His enthusiasm rubbed off on me, I guess. But, not once, did I think that I...I would do that. I didn't want to be the one that caused his death.

I numbly opened the bar's door, stilling at the sight before me.

A dozen or so men, all in revolutionary get-ups, sat at the tables. They had all turned towards the door at the sound of the bell, fixing their cold gazes on me upon realizing who I was. Damn, I forgot how quickly information went around in New York. Gossip was, unfortunately, abundant in the insidious city.

I kept my eyes straight, avoiding their accusing glares. Just don't talk, Aaron, or smile, for that matter. I stiffly walked over to the bar, taking the seat closest to the door. A faster exit, if the need arises. I asked for a whiskey, hoping to down it quickly and leave. The barman grunted in response, his eyes suspicious slits. He slid a glass to me from his end of the bar, looking me once over before going back to his duties. The drink had barely slipped past my lips before the bar door burst open, a frighteningly familiar figure facing me.

"Burr, you son of a bitch."

A/N: Did I do that prompt right? I don't even know, man, I'm way too brain dead to even understand prompts anymore... No, I definitely think I did this wrong... Anyways, I got a prompt request from BriCat03 to get the hamilsquad together for Alex's death and see what they did when they followed what he said, "Just you wait." and ended up deviating from that a quite bit I think (Sorry, Bri!) and making it more of a "what did they each do/how did they react after they found out he died" kind of thing, so I apologize if this isn't what y'all had in mind, BriCat03! I'm going to do a couple chapters for this, probably, linking them together and showing different character's reactions. Please read and review!