Alexandra Hamilton

Washington On Your Side

Burr's POV

I watched from the side as the argument between Jefferson and Hamilton took place. It was quite satisfying to see her so upset, but another day of dealing with her antics has left both Jefferson and myself exhausted.

I've never particularly hated Alexandra. She's always been somewhat of a friendly nuisance. When we first met I thought it was my duty to look out for her, but she quickly proved that she didn't need my guidance or protection. And she definitely doesn't need it now. She has Washington.

"It must be nice..." I say. Not to Jefferson in particular, but he's the only other person in the room. "It must be nice to have Washington on your side. It must be nice. It must be nice to have Washington on your side."

"Every action has its equal, opposite reaction. Thanks to Hamilton, our cabinet's fractured into factions. Try not to crack under the stress. We're breaking down like fractions. We smack each other in the press and we don't print retractions." Jefferson clearly needs to vent, so I listen. I've had lots of practice listening to people talk and talk and talk for long periods of time. "I get no satisfaction witnessing her fits of passion. The way she primps and preens and dresses like the pits of fashion." I can't help but laugh—not only at his high pitched mockery of Alexandra, but at the hypocrisy of it all considering he wears that ridiculous magenta suit as often as possible. "Our poorest citizens, our farmers live ration to ration as Wall Street robs 'em blind in search of chips to cash in." Just when I think he's almost done with his rant, he keeps going. "This bitch is asking for someone to bring her to task. Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask her. I'll pull the trigger on her. Someone load the gun and cock it! While we were all watching, she got Washington in her pocket."

Now Jefferson has me thinking. Is it possible that we could take her down? Could we actually stop her from climbing higher? I'd never even considered it was possible with Washington's obvious favor towards her. God, it must be nice... it must be nice to have Washington on your side. Jefferson and I glance up at each other, almost telepathically.

"It must be nice. It must be nice to have Washington on your side." We both mutter. "Look back at the Bill Of Rights."

"Which I wrote!" Madison interjects. How long has he been here? Long enough to know that we're scheming. He gives Jefferson a wink and a smirk to let him know that he's in on the plot. That's great! Three minds are better than two.

"The ink hasn't dried." I observe the two men. They're both frazzled and lost in thought. "It must be nice... it must be nice to have Washington on your side." The three of us take a few moments to sit in silence; brainstorming.

"So, she's doubled the size of the government. Wasn't the trouble with much of our previous government size?" Madison says, struggling to maintain his usually calm and quiet demeanor.

"Look in her eyes!" I complain. Her eyes are two sickly sweet windows into a deceitful and remorseless soul.

"See how she lies!" Jefferson groans.

"Follow the scent of her enterprise." Madison keeps us on track when we get too caught up in our complaints.

Jefferson reviews the details of her plan. "Centralizing national credit and making American credit competitive?"

"If we don't stop it, we aid and abet it."

Jefferson puts his palm to his forehead, completely in shock at the realization of what he has to do. "I have to resign!" He doesn't want to give up his power.

"Somebody has to stand up for the South!" Madison insists in a burst of passion.

"Or somebody has to stand up to her mouth." I say. Madison chuckles in response. He interpreted it as a mean spirited joke, but it's the truth. She just won't... stop... TALKING!! And that sharp tongue of hers is going to be the death of our party and eventually our nation!

Still thinking, Jefferson mutters, "If there's a fire you're trying to douse, you can't put it out from inside the house." He looks at Madison and then at me, finally having drawn a conclusion for himself. "I'm in the cabinet. I am complicit in watching her grabbing at power and kiss it. If Washington isn't gon' listen to disciplined dissidents, this is the difference. This kid is out!"

We're finally starting to form a solution. The three of us let out a collective exclamation. "Oh! This immigrant isn't somebody we chose." Because we don't get a say in anything, not even in this "democracy". Everything has to revolve around Hamilton. "Oh! This immigrant's keeping us all on our toes." There's no rest for us. She's left us on edge, trying to work our way around her power. My newfound partners and I all look at each other in anticipation, knowing that'll all be over soon enough. "Let's show these federalists who they're up against!" Who are they up against? "SOUTHERN MOTHERFUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS!!"

Now we all know what we must do if we want to stop Alexandra Hamilton from completely sabotaging our government. We follow the money and see where it goes. Because every second, the treasury grows. We have to follow the money and see where it leads. We'll get in the weeds and look for the seeds of Hamilton's misdeeds. First things first, Jefferson must resign from Washington's cabinet. Madison helped him draft his official resignation letter. I was there, but I didn't contribute much to the conversation. Maybe I'm just a bit anxious? When Jefferson finished his letter, he reminded us once again. "Follow the money and see where it goes." We're all clear on the plan. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel; my time for success is coming. Once Alexandra Hamilton is out of the way, we won't be invisible. We won't be denied. But still... it must be nice. It must be nice to have Washington on your side.

AN: Again, sorry for taking such a long break from this story. I started school in person again and I haven't had as much time on my hands. I also started writing a few other stories, so that took me away from this for a while. I can't promise to publish new chapters frequently, but I WILL finish this story if it's the last thing I do! Thanks for reading. It really does mean a lot to me.