Ghost Guardian

Chapter 6

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I follow him to a room. I see Washington standing there.

"The issue on the table. France is on the verge of war with England. Do we provide aid and troops to our French allies or do we stay out of it? Remember, my decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval. The only person you have to convince is me. Secretary Jefferson," he points to the guy who I assume is Jefferson. "You have the floor, sir."

He walks to the middle of the floor and clears his throat. "When we were on death's door, when we were needy, we made a promise, we signed a treaty. We needed money and guns and half a chance. Who provided those funds?" He walks over to a man I believe is James Madison.

"France." He says quietly.

"In return, they didn't ask for land. Only a promise that we'd lend a hand and stand with them if they fought against oppressors and revolution is messy but now is the time to stand! Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny. I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he would rather not have this debate, I'll remind you that he is not Secretary of State! He knows nothing of loyalty. Smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty. Desperate to rise above his station, everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation. Hey, and if ya don't know, now ya know, Mister President."

"Thank you, Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response."

Wait, if Jefferson is for helping France then that means-

"You must be out of your Goddamn mind if you think the President is gonna bring the nation to the brink of meddling in the middle of a military mess, a game of chess, where France is Queen and Kingless. We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket. Would you like to take it out and ask it? 'Should we honour our treaty, King Louis' head?' 'Uh do whatever you want, I'm super dead.'" Alexa-Hamilton mocks.

"What?!" I shout, even though no one can hear me. "What the f*ck are you doing? What about Lafayette? Are you just gonna forget about him? Seriously, what the f*ck?"

"Enough, Hamilton is right." What? How the hell is he right?

"Mister President-" Jefferson tries.

"We're too fragile to start another fight!" Washington interjects.

"But, sir, do we not fight for freedom?" Jefferson argues.

"Sure, when the French figure out who's gonna lead them!"

"The people are leading!"

"The people are rioting! There's a difference. Frankly, it's a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality. Hamilton?"

"Sir?" He perks up.

"Draft a statement of neutrality."

Jefferson walks over to where he is.

"Did you forget Lafayette?" He questions.

"What?" So that's a yes.

"Have you an ounce of regret? You accumulate debt, you accumulate power, yet in that hour of need, you forget."

"Lafayette's a smart man. He'll be fine. And before he was your friend, he was mine. If we try to fight in every revolution in the world, we'll never stop, where do we draw the line?"

"So quick-witted." Jefferson observes.

"Alas, I admit it."

"I bet you were quite a lawyer."

"My defendants got acquitted."

"Yeah, well someone aught to remind you..."

"What?"

"You're nothing without Washington behind you."

"Hamilton!"

"Daddy's callin," he says with a smirk. I swear he looks directly at me when he says that.

"I hate him. If you can hear me, I hate him." I defend myself as Hamilton walks away. All Jefferson does is raise his eyebrow and walk over to James. I leave, flustered for some reason.

A/N

OOooOOoooooOOOoo. Do you think Thomas can see him? Do you think he knows? Anyway, thanks for reading this one. Not much left to say, so, I love y'all! Thanks for reading!

-Asher