TomTord Oneshots

Hamilton AU

(If you know me, you knew this was coming.

Tord= Alexander Hamilton
Tom= Aaron Burr

Takes place in an AU where Burr never shot Hamilton.)

   Tord sighed loudly and leaned back in his hair, staring out of the window. He rubbed his eyes and noticed that it was night. Had he been working that late? He guessed so. He just ignored hat fact, though, due to him always drowning himself in work. He put his elbow on his work table and stared down at his last paper he had written and yawned, realizing how tired he was. He got out of his chair and reached his arms to the sky, stretching. Just as he dropped them and was about to start cleaning up, he heard the door to his office open with a loud squeak. Whoever it was who opened it, they flinched at the sudden loud noise, making Tord whip his head around to see how it was.

   His rival and friend, Thomas Burr, had poked his head into his room. Tord chuckled lightly and yawned again, walking over to Tom.
   "Thomas Burr, sir. How are you?" Tom nodded his head slightly in greeting.
   "Tord Hamilton. I'm doing well, just wondering why you're staying here so late at night. Don't you have a wife to go home to?" Tord looked away and shook his head, twirling his thumbs.
"No, sir. You forgot. She... left me. After..." Tom coughed, showing he was aware of what he was referencing. It was horrible, but everyone in the colonies knew about it.

"I was just finishing up some papers." Tord stated and walked back over to his desk, looking at one of the documents. Tom followed him and chuckled.
"I still don't get it." He stated. "How do you write like your running out of time?"
"I just do, sir." Tord looked at Tom. "Everyone is running out of time. I could've died a week ago." Tord stated almost too calmly and Tom nodded, remembering their duel that past week. Tom had almost shot Tord, but the bullet had missed him due to his poor aim.

"Well, go home." Tom ordered after a few moments of silence. He looked to the side. "That's an order." His voice faltered, and Tord smiled, knowing the Vice President wasn't going to be so hard on him. Tord chuckled and turned to the door.
"I'll be back here early in the morning."
"Why?"
"To bother President Todd." Tom laughed at that and smiled, waving to Tord as he left the building.

(Sorry this wasn't good. I didn't have NO ROMANCE IN THIS ONE. I can do a sequel, or a prequel, if you want.

Why didn't I put any romance? Well, in my version of the musical, Hamilton always shows interests in Burr, no matter what. I guess this was my way of showing it...?

Sorry it was bad, again. I'll try to update more.)