Hamilton/Washingdad One-shots

Colouring

It was another day of work and Hamilton was making his way to the debate chamber for, well, a debate he had in an hour or so. He always made a point to be there before anyone else arrived, he didn’t know why but it just gave him a bit of a confidence boost. Not that he needed one. And more of a will to beat Jefferson. That one was important.

He walked into the room only to find that he wasn’t the only one there. No, there was one other person there. That so happened none other than Jefferson. If it were any other day, Alex would’ve greeted him with an insult but today they would do enough yelling at each other as it is so, he didn’t see the need.

He glanced back at Jefferson, noticing that he hadn’t noticed the other’s presence and seemed to be scribbling something down. He made his way over to his own desk and sat down. He sat opposite Jefferson, which was a good six/ seven feet apart. He was mainly writing some things down and going over things, nothing too special.

It had been about ten minutes since Alex had entered and no one else had come in after him. He looked back over to Jefferson not seeing much, but it was enough to make a guess. Over on Jefferson's table Hamilton could make out what seemed to be a box of crayons and what he could only assume was a colouring book. It didn’t take long for things to start fitting together.

He looked back at him once more, and he seemed very content with what he was doing. His full focus on the book rather than his surroundings. That’s when Hamilton lost it, he was full on laughing now, which quickly caught Jefferson’s attention. He covered his hand with his mouth in an attempt to muffle his laughs, though it was pointless.

“And what are fucking laughing at, hm Hamilton?” Jefferson questioned; his tone very annoyed but his face staying rather neutral. He didn’t seem to have time to deal with Hamilton’s shit that day. But, of course, things couldn’t go his way. “Pffft- Are you… colouring?” As Alex said that he tried his best to compose himself, failing miserably.

“Wow, thank you captain obvious.” Jefferson rolled his eyes, answering sarcastically, hoping this conversation would be over sooner, rather than later. “What are you? A toddler?”

“Well, asshole, you don’t need to be a child to colour.”

“Oh, I know. It’s the crayons that get it for me.” He responds fully calming down. “Well, this conversation has been Lovely and all but if you could kindly fuck off. That would be nice.” There was clear sarcasm in the first bit, but the second bit is what could only be described as annoyance laced with anger.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” Hamilton said, his elbow now resting on the table and head pressed against the palm of his hand, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. With that, Thomas looked pissed, but, to Hamilton’s surprise, he kept quiet and kept colouring. Just this time with a considerable amount of force. Resulting in him snapping at least two crayons in the process, silently swearing to himself every time he did so.

At this point, Alex just watched, not saying anything. Jefferson seemed to calm down after some time, only putting away his things when people started to arrive. Soon after, he pulled out some documents that Alex assumed he would be using for the debate.

After that, everything went normally, though the insults that Jefferson was throwing at Hamiton were much nastier than they would’ve been any other day. Though he just dealt with it and moved on. Usually sending his own insults back.  

Hello! I hope you enjoy! I will likely rewrite this ‘cause I liked my idea, just the way I wrote it, I took the most boring path.