Historically Fictional

Fisherson

F A C T

For his health, George Washington's doctor told him to take time off and relax. He decided to take Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson fishing.

S T O R Y

Alexander clutched the sides of the boat, his heart racing as Thomas took a seat next to him, rocking the boat. Despite being a grown man, Jefferson thought it was funny to nudge Hamilton's arm as if to push him over the edge. George, sitting at the front of the small fishing boat, sighed and began to row. Hamilton gripped his fishing rod tight as he tried to relax. Jefferson didn't make it any easier, joking about seeing British troops in the distance. Despite the war being over, Hamilton couldn't get anywhere near a river without panicking as if he would have to swim across the Hudson again.

"Thomas, cut it out. I need to relax, now worry about you giving Alexander an anxiety attack. Alexander, calm down. We'll be at the dock in a few minutes. It would be better if you two helped, though." Jefferson crossed hs arms and sighed, rolling his eyes. the river lay too low in the valley for his taste. He'd rather in Monticello, on the top of the savage mountain he called home, not sitting next to the whiny brat of the treasury department. Hamilton finally relaxed, enjoying the smooth water and passing scenery. George grunted and threw a paddle at the two of them.

Sitting on the old wooden dock, George smiled and tossed his line, trying to drown out the screams ad Alexander rolled down a hill after being kicked off a bench by Jefferson. While Hamilton made his way back, Jefferson joined Washington by sitting on the dock, wincing as the cold water touched his toes. Washington sighed and smiled, tossing back a fish.

"You two are going to kill me. Pretty soon I won't have to wear this wig. I'll have a full head of gray hair." Washington glanced at Jefferson as he said this. The secretary of state laughed and nodded, looking behind him as Alexander walked up on the dock, his white outfit covered in grass. Jefferson laughed, not doing much to help the situation. Washinton hit Jefferson with the handle of his fishing rod and told Alexander to have a seat and relax.

"Yeah, I'll have a seat a relax." Alexander mumbled, stepping closer to Jefferson, who was still laughing. Washington gave hamilton a glare as if to say don't you dare, but he never listened to anyone, anyway. Alexander stuck if foot out and placed it on Thomas' back, to give him enough time to be scared before Hamilton kicked him into the river and took his seat. Jefferson climbed back on the bank and ran towards Hamilton, but Washington stopped him, standing up.

"Alright. I made a mistake and brought you two out here to relax with me. I am going to take my boat and go back to my cabin alone. You two work out your issues and meet me there." Washington got in the boat and began to row away, waving at the men as he left down the river.

"Which ones?" Hamilton muttered under his breath. Jefferson fought the urge to strangle him or drown himself. Or both. Alexander began to walk, Jefferson behind him. It's going to be a long walk.

"Hey, hammy. It sure would be nice to have something to read while we're walking. Like, you know, the Reynolds pamphlet." Alexander shot a death glare at Jefferson, wondering if he should be the bigger person and keep his mouth shut or be himself and fire back. Of course, he fired back.

"Yeah, or your love letters to Lafayette."

"Whore"

"Gay"

"I'm gay? what about Johnny boy, the Mr.Laurens! or should I say... Mr. Hamilton?"

Alexander lunged at Jefferson, tackling him to the ground. The two rumbled for a bit, punching and kicking like kids in the schoolyard until Jefferson landed a hit on Hamilton's nose, pulling back with drops of blood on his knuckles. Hamilton sat back on the grass, wincing and holding his nose. Jefferson helped him up, chuckling but making sure he's okay. He didn't actually care, but He liked his job and knew that, like a father with a favorite son, Washington would take Hamilton's side.

"hehe... sorry, Hamilton. Let's uh... let's get back to the cabin." Hamilton nodded and walked by Jefferson, wondering how mad Washington would be when he finds out Hamilton ripped Jefferson's coat, that was supposed to go to Washington. Or how mad Jefferson would be when he find out he ripped his pants when he fell off the dock.