Alexander flops onto the couch in an extremely undignified manner. Thomas follows suit.

"Ahh!" Alexander sighs, his back finally relaxing after so many hours of standing.

James and John, either being less tired, more polite, or both, sit up straight in high-backed chairs around the mantelpiece.

"I think we've covered everything." Alexander murmurs, covering his eyes with his arm dramatically.

"Well actually, there is - " James begins.

"No!" Both Alexander and Thomas seem to be in agreement over this, at least.

James and John share a look, and each knows that the other person is thinking the same thing. However, they decide to concede the point, since it is late and they are also tired.

"Fine, we'll do it tomorrow." James sighs.

Murmuring approval, Alexander, Thomas, and Philip promptly fall asleep.

X

"Rise up!" John gently shakes Alexander awake with the sentence that they use to wake each other consistently.

"Huh?" Alexander sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

He takes in John standing in front of him, wearing an especially polished set of clothing, even more than his usual formality.

He is dressed in a dapper green suit, with a blue pocket square, green waistcoat, and gold-colored pocket watch.

Alexander has to catch his breath for a moment.

"You look wonderful. Where are you going?" He asks.

"Not just me, silly. All of us are going. Get dressed." John instructs, laughing slightly.

Still confused, Alexander climbs out of bed and pulls the covers over the bed to the floor, preparing for the day.

X

Having freshened up by brushing his teeth, shaving, and getting dressed, Alexander heads downstairs to see the others, minus Thomas, sitting at the table and eating toast for breakfast.

"I keep more prompt hours than Thomas. He'll be down in just a moment." James explains, blushing slightly for a reason or reasons that Alexander cannot quite fathom.

True to his word, Thomas appears a couple minutes later dressed in a style that is halfway between Alexander's and John's styles of dress, somewhat formal.

Alexander decides not to ask where they are going, deciding that it is not of enough consequence for him to mind particularly.

X

He gets his answer after breakfast.

"Let's set off, then. To the Washingtons'?" James inquires.

"To the Washingtons'." John and Thomas confirm, Philip nodding despite likely not knowing why this particular location is important.

"Let's go." James says.

X

96000 Washington Heights. John realizes why this address was familiar before.

Philip knocks politely on the door.

Martha Washington answers, bending to speak to him.

"Hello. I've been waiting to meet you. You are Alexander's son, aren't you?" She begins, remarkably levelly.

"Well, he's my birth father. But I was raised by the mayor, who I call Papa." Philip replies, and the smile that rises to Thomas's face is worth the slight of Alexander.

"Of course. My mistake." Martha looks up at the four adults, her eyes settling apologetically on Thomas, who seems completely amazed by this compassion.

"Oh, where are my manners? Please come in." Martha stands aside in the entryway, allowing them to pass inside.

All of them oblige, entering a tastefully-decorated parlor and seating themselves on the sofa.

As they sit down, George Washington emerges from his office.

"Alexander?" He asks.

"Hello, Dad." Alexander responds.

"This must be my grandson." George turns to Philip, placing his hand under Philip's chin so that they are eye-to-eye. "Thank you for raising him well." He addresses this to Thomas, and again Thomas looks surprised at such kindness.

Thomas nods in a slightly disconnected gesture, his eyes wide in continued surprise.

"And who is this?" George gestures at the other two.

"James Madison, sir." James extends his hand to George, who shakes it. "I am with Thomas."

"Hmm." George hums.

"John Laurens. Pleased to finally make your acquaintance. I am Alexander's husband." John shakes hands with George politely, and George nods approvingly.

His eyes sweep over John's solid build, combed-back blond hair, and formal clothing. "Excellent choice, I must say, Alexander." He smiles.

The awkwardness and embarrassment of such a statement causes a blush to spread across both Alexander's and John's cheeks.

"Dad!" Alexander protests.

George pays him no mind, turning instead to Thomas.

"I heard you went on a quest with my son to save John and Philip here." George gestures to the two people aforementioned.

"Yes, sir. I am sorry that I put them both in such a position. Please forgive me." Thomas requests, sincerity shining in his eyes.

"I do. Thank you for your efforts to save them." George acknowledges.

"We all make mistakes; some more than others. Know that you are always welcome here." Martha jumps in, coming into the parlor from the kitchen with a few refreshments on a board.

"As Alexander knows as well about mistakes." George eyes Alexander pointedly, before glancing discreetly at Philip.

Alexander flushes slightly, deciding to ignore that remark. He looks at Philip clearly, however, to confirm to him that he is not a mistake.

And that is true. Alexander tries to convince himself. Sure, Alexander did not know about his existence until a few months ago, but that does not make him a mistake.

Shaking his head to clear it of this preposterous suggestion that has now gotten lodged in his head, he turns back to the conversation that has continued without his input needed.

"Thank you, sir. This means so much to me. Even my father did not afford such kindness to me." Thomas is saying.

Alexander is now wishing that he had not zoned out because this statement does not make much sense taken out of context.

Then again, very little usually does. Alexander thinks. Then he chides himself for allowing himself to get distracted yet again.

All of a sudden, Thomas comes around with his hot chocolate to sit next to Alexander and puts his arm around him in a fashion that is not obtrusive and one that allows him to opt out if he wishes to do so.

Alexander decides that he does not mind too much, and instead shifts so that James can join them.

Thomas puts his arms around James and Alexander, Alexander puts his arms around Thomas and John, and James and John put their arms around their boyfriend and husband, respectively.

Alexander sighs in contentment as the conversation continues around him.

Looks like everything turned out alright. He thinks to himself, closing his eyes and focusing on the discussion, his thankfully only concern at the moment.


A/N: My apologies for not having Martha and George struggle to sort out their feelings the way that they do in the show, but I've done this in order to be concise. Thank you for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing! This is the final chapter of a story that has been a lot of fun to write. I hope to see you in some of my other stories that will be continued. Happy Holidays and Happy New Year to all!

Disclaimer: I do not own "Hamilton" or "Once Upon A Time;" I've just merged the two for fun in this story, and I have not nor am I earning any money from this story.

Thank you again! Reviews are appreciated!

-HamiltonAsparagus