Requests!!??? Insecure hammy being comforted by TJeffs jamilton
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You’d think a man with the title General Major in the United States Military would be little more self confident.
You’d be wrong.
He had a presentation today. Of his debt plan. That he’d been working on for nearly a year. Months of work coming to a head today and they could all be for naught if he fucks this up.
He’s presenting in front of a bunch of republicans. Of all the people in the room, less than a fifth voted in support of immigration and even less for LGBTQ+ rights. So he, a gay immigrant, didn’t exactly have a leg up in this room. He may or may not be panicking in the restroom outside the the conference room he was about to have to dazzle some politicians in.
Alex was usually more collected than this but his job was on the line. The job he hard fought tooth and nail to get. Washington himself told him that he’d probably be demoted if he wasn’t able to get the votes on this plan.
He was splashing water on his face trying to regain control of his breath when he heard the bathroom door swing open. Fucking fuck the fire safety laws that didn’t allow these fucking doors to have locks.
He glanced up in the mirror to see who was standing behind him and sighed in defeat making eye contact with Thomas Jefferson. Just his fucking luck. The king of the fuckers that he was about to present to is here to bear witness to his fucking meltdown.
“Look what we have here,” Alex saw Jefferson’s reflection smirk, “Hamilton himself. Giving yourself a pregame pep talk?” He asked with a self satisfied grin.
“Just fuck off, Jefferson.” Alex nearly pleaded, “I don’t have time for your shit today.” He turned around to face his- what- colleague? Political rival? Who knows at this point? They’ve been amicable before but friends was a bit of a stretch.
Alex had even admired him at one point. He was an incredible writer and undeniably charming. Incredible hot and fucking ripped. He was perfect at first glance. Then he and Jefferson had a conversation. And another. And it turns out they disagree on about every topic.
There was a mutual respect though. They both knew that they were the only ones in all of Washington that could outwit the other. Alex appreciated Jefferson for how he didn’t sit on the fence. He took a side and stood by it. And Alex knew Jefferson respected his ability to get something done by sheer power of will.
That didn’t mean they didn’t fight like a cat and a dog.
“You don’t have time to fight with me?” Jefferson kept his voice light but there was underlying surprise in his tone, “Well this is certainly a moment for the history books.”
“I said I don’t have time for your shit.” Alex gritted out, “Just leave.” He gripped the edge of the sink in an attempt to calm down. An argument with Jefferson wouldn’t help his chances with the proposal.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Jefferson asked.
“You!” Alex burst out, “You being in here. Just to fuck with me.”
“I actually came in here to piss but since the world apparently revolves around you I’ve been side tracked.”
“Whatever,” Alex punched the bridge of his nose feeling much older than twenty-seven. The fight suddenly leaving him. “Take a leak. Or leave. Just do whatever you want.” His shoulders slumped and he must have looked absolutely pitiful because when he looked back up Jefferson was looking at him with something akin to concern.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
“No,” Alex groaned, “Because you and your shitty little band of republicans are about to veto my plan. Thus rendering me jobless. And pissed. And I’m pissed that I’m going to be pissed because I won’t have an important position in the White House anymore so people will be less inclined to hear me yell at them.” He ranted, “So, no I’m not okay. This may very well be my final presentation. And it’s to you and those other fucks.”
“You’re afraid of a little presentation?” Jefferson laughed, “You Alexander ‘I’ve literally killed for this country, what the fuck have you done?’ Hamilton is afraid to mess up a little presentation.” He scoffed at the thought. “Sounds kinda ridiculous to me.”
“Your face is ridiculous.” Alex replied petulantly, “Dick.” He wasn’t exactly sure what to say before it was sounding a lot like Jefferson was trying to cheer him up. “And it doesn’t matter what I say in there. They’re going to veto it out of spite.”
“The Hamilton I know wouldn’t give up because it seemed impossible.”
“The fuck are you?” Hamilton snorted, “My mom?” He wasn’t a child and didn’t need a ‘go get em’ chat from one of the guys he was going to get.
“Whatever,” Jefferson rolled his eyes, “Fuck it up. Don’t fuck it up. It’s all the same to me.” He shrugged, “I’m just saying: the Hamilton I know is a force unto himself and doesn’t tuck tail and run away when it gets a little rough.” He shook his head and turned around.
Hamilton was silent a beat. Watching Jefferson leave before he called out to stop him.
“Hey, Jefferson.” The man paused at the door and tilted his head to indicate he was listening still facing the door, “Uh, thanks. I guess.” He said quickly.
“Don’t think this means I’m gonna go easy on you in that meeting.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Jefferson chuckled at the response before leaving.
Alex turned back around to face the mirror and looked at himself in determination.
He could do this.