Soulmate AU's (Hamilton)

Threads (jeffmads)

James Madison knew what his job was. He always did, and he always would. You see, James was special, oh how he was special. James was what people would call a threader. When he was younger, he had no idea how to explain the thin red threads connecting complete strangers other than by saying finger strings. He would stare at the hand they were attatched to. Always the dominant hand, James had realized as he got older. 'They were meant to be together then' James remembers his mother telling him. James could always see the string between his parents, and he loved to mess with it whenever they were close enough so he could. Only James could touch and see the strings, so often his parents would find him playing with thin air. 

Now, James was 20, and living on his own in New York City. He had moved away from Virgina a year ago, and was doing relatively fine if he thought about it. Yes, he could still see the threads, but he had gotten a decent job. He was a secretary for the Secretary of State at the White House. He found his job impressive, where others found it... boring. People would often mistake him himself as the Secretary of State, and he would always remind him he was the secretary's Secretary. 

Don't get him wrong, James loved working for the Secretary of State. They always got along, never argued, and James honestly didn't have to do much the guy was so organized. Same political party, that was good too. Then James wouldn't have to have meaningless arguments like the Secretary of Treasury did with his Secretary. Why president Washington didn't move Samuel Seabury would always be a mystery. James actually pitied him.  He was a small, frail man who was weak compared to his small, feisty boss. James had never disliked a man more. Well, until the new Secretary of State got hired into office. 

James was watching Alexander Hamilton move aimlessly around the office, showing his girlfriend his work place and such, while his string was attatched to someone completely different. James was about to try and interviene, but he couldn't think of a good way to walk up and explain that he wasn't with his soulmate  and that in fact his said soulmate was standing at the water cooler drooling into his coffee. Before James could deduct such a comment, Washington was at his desk, and had slammed a paper down on it. James jumped, startled, looking up at the, honestly scary man. 

"Mr. Madison!" Washington smiled. Madison smiled slightly, heart still racing from getting scared. "I'm sure your aware of Mr. Reynolds retiring yesterday, yes?" Washington smiled, James nodded. He hadn't retired . He was told to retire or get fired. Apparently, Mr. Reynolds and his wife were high priced sex scandlers. Shocker. "Yes sir, office is all empty." He said. Washington nodded, glancing over at the open office just to make sure, before looking back down at Madison. 

"Fantastic. Well, then I I trust you'll be able to get our newest Secretary of State comfortable?" James wasn't paying attention, he was too busy carefully watching as John Lauren's spilt his coffee on his shirt, too occupied watching Alexander. "Yeah, I can do that." He replied nonchalant, again, not listening. 

"Great!" A voice said,  but it wasn't Washington's. Another hand came upon the desk. "My names Thoma's. Thomas Jefferson." James looked up, and was honestly taking aback. The man standing in front of him had wild, dark curly hair and light brown skin. His smiled crinkled under his eyes, and was framed with a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes, with all the dark brown they were, were framed by thick rimmed glasses, that gave the man standing in front of him the most adorable nerd look. Thomas. James corrected. And he can't be adorable. He's your new boss. James smiled, standing up and holding out a hand. "James Madison." He smiled. Thomas shook the hand quickly, then wiped it on his suit. "Sorry," he chuckled, "germaphobe ever since I was little." James only nodded, smiling. "Well let me show you the office." James said. Thomas looked up from his hand, and smiled wider. "Let's do it."