Thomgelica One-shots because not enough people write about them.

Office Days

Thomas watched as the airplane floated through the air and settled gracefully onto the desk next to him. He saw Hamilton freeze and waited with a smirk for the enraged outburst he hoped was to come.

"Why do you insist on bothering me?" Hamilton asked through gritted teeth.

Thomas shrugged, "it's just so much fun." He propped his feet up on his desk, leaning back in his chair as he did so. "And right now I'm bored."

Hamilton huffed. "Don't you have work to do?"

"Finished all my paperwork about an hour ago." He gestured towards the tower of papers stacked on the left corner of the desk.

It had taken all of six months to work through every last one of the documents and now that he had completed working on them he was bored out of his mind. He hadn't had time to spare in months.

A roll of the eyes was what Thomas received as a response, it wasn't like he had expected anything less. Still, he was bored and annoying Hamilton was his only source of entertainment.

He ripped another piece of paper from the notebook laid out on his desk, crumpling it up into a ball he launched at Alexander's head.

The pen in Alexander's hand went flying. Thomas ducked but it ended up poking out of his hair. With an amused and irritated huff, he plucked the pen out of his curls and tossed it back to Alexander.

There was a knock at the door, Thomas and Alexander both turned their heads, Thomas's mouth open to tell them to come in, but then the door was being pushed open.

Eliza, Alexander's wife was on the other side holding up a brown paper bag in one hand and a little girl Thomas knew to be Angie clinging to her other. Eliza stepped into the office, the little girl excitedly following.

There was someone else behind the two though, a woman with her back turned, she was talking to someone. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, blocking out Eliza and Hamilton's sickeningly sweet flirtations.

He didn't think he knew this woman and he knew everyone in the building. Did she know Alexander? That was a possibility but Eliza brought Hamilton lunch every day and Thomas had never seen her.

He realized he was staring when Angie tapped him on his shoulder, he looked down at the little girl, eyebrows raised expectantly. "You're staring and Auntie Angelica says it's rude to stare." She informed him, frown on her lips at his "rudeness".

Thomas laughed a little, "I wasn't staring."

"No, I think you were," Eliza said and Thomas shot her a half-hearted glare. "Angelica!" The woman in question waved a dismissive hand before turning back to whoever she was talking to. Eliza rolled her eyes, "Angelica!"

The woman whipped around and Thomas almost fell out of his chair. A person could only tell so much about someone from their backside and well, Thomas hadn't expected her to be ugly but he also hadn't expected her to be "knock a man out his chair beautiful" either.

Though he wasn't complaining.

"I was talking to someone, Eliza." She hissed.

Eliza shrugged and then a look of confusion crossed her features. "Who could you possibly know here?"

"The year I spent in France I met Lafayette, when I came back home we lost touch but then I saw him here." She turned to Thomas, head cocked in curiosity, and Thomas almost wanted to shrink away under her gaze. "You know, you guys have a scary resemblance, you two related?"

Relief washed through him, this was an easy question, he could manage this. "He's my cousin."

Angelica's eyebrows flew up in surprise. "Really? Huh, you guys could be twins."