Hamilton Oneshots and Short Stories!!

11: Hurt/Comfort, Washingdad+Platonic Jamilton

(A/N: Transmasc A Ham!! Ignore my shitty writing lol. TW for transphobic slurs.)

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If you asked Alexander how his day was going, he would've said 'a shitty fuckstorm of bullshit'.

Not only was John Laurens visiting his relatives in South Carolina, but Alexander woke up late to work.

Well, not exactly.

He had to be at work by 10:00, but he had usually came in at 9:00. It was currently 9:36.

He rushed to put his clothes on, and left for work.

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Alexander put his head on his desk. It wasn't because he was exhausted (which he was), but because Lee and Jefferson wouldn't stop berating him about his finance plan.

"Giving up already, Alexander?" Jefferson cackled.

"She's just tired of fighting a losing battle," Lee chuckled.

Alexander stiffened. 'She'?

"What, Alexandra, tired of acting like a man?" Lee scoffed. "Fucking tranny."

Alexander bit his trembling lip.

He didn't expect Jefferson to react.

And he definitely did not expect Jefferson to punch Lee in the face, with so much strength that Lee fell to the floor with the blow, a sickening crack echoing as his nose bled.

"What is going on?" Washington asked furiously, walking into the room to see Lee bleeding on the ground.

Alexander looked up, about to speak up, when Washington cut him off.

"No, son, let them speak."

"Sir-" Lee piped up.

"Lee, respectfully, shut the fuck up," Jefferson threatened. "Look, sir, I can explain."

"Tell me what happened," Washington said stiffly.

"I-" Jefferson hesitated, "It was the usual debate of Hamilton's plan."

"Then why did you punch Lee?"

"He called me a girl," Alexander spat, unable to stop himself.

"He what?" Washington snapped before schooling his expression to a neutral one, struggling to control himself.

"Sir, if I may," Jefferson spoke up quietly. "We were debating Hamilton's debt plan, then..."

Alexander squeezed his eyes shut.

"Lee used female pronouns for Alexander."

"Lee, is this true?" Washington asked, his voice strained with fury.

Lee laughed obnoxiously.

"What's wrong? Alexandra's a girl, afterall. I was just telling it what she was. A tranny," Lee shrugged.

Washington reluctantly held Jefferson back as he tried to lunge at Lee.

"Lee," Washington said sharply.

"Sir?" Lee asked smugly.

"Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass to fucking England."

"Sir-"

Get. Out!"

Lee scrambled out.

"Jefferson, have the week off. You're on probation with pay," Washington gave him a tight smile.

"Thank you, sir," Jefferson smiled hesitantly.

"Son," Washington turned to Alexander, "Have the day off."

Alexander sniffled, wiping his eyes.

"Thanks, sir," Alexander grimaced, attempting to smile.

He soaked in the euphoria of being called 'son' after the whole debacle.

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"Jefferson!"

Jefferson turned around to see Hamilton rushing toward him, smiling sheepishly.

"What?" Jefferson asked boredly.

"Thank you," Alexander said genuinely.

Jefferson paused in shock.

"O- of course, Alexander," Jefferson nodded. "Nobody can knock down your ego except me. And nobody can be a transphobic asshole, or I will, in the traditional French way, shove a baguette up their ass."

Alexander snorted.

"Thanks, Tommy," Alexander smirked.

"Bye, Xander," Jefferson shot back, rolling his eyes.

And so, the frienemies continued.