The String That Connects Us ((Soulmate Hamilton AU)) -REVIVED-

The Red String

-------Laf's and Thomas's PoV kinda???---------   ((also Laf can only see his string and Jeffs can only see his string. It works that way. You can only see your own string))

"Mon ami," Lafayette stated, twirling the red string in his long, slender fingers, "how far away do you think mon âme sœur is?" 

His friend, who lived under the name Thomas Jefferson, looked at Lafayette with his rich brown eyes. Running a hand through his thick, poofy brown hair, he sighed. His eyes looked at his own string. "I dunno', Laf, but they have to be somewhere." He suggested softly, knowing that Lafayette was a very sensitive man and took the string tied around his fingers incredibly seriously.

Lafayette's hopeful eyes lit up as Thomas spoke. "I hope I meet them soon. What if it is a guy? Or a girl? I don't know--God, I just hope we both fall in love with each other." Lafayette looked back down at the string, and then at his right hand, sighing helplessly.

Thomas put his hand on Lafayette's shoulder gently. The two friends were sitting down at a cafe on the northern side of Wall Street in New York. Lafayette was French and visiting America--technically living in America now--and Thomas was from Virginia, but was living down in New York for work.

The waitress walked over swiftly and placed Lafayette's coffee and Thomas's tea on the table, said a quick thank you, and walked back to the counter she worked behind.

"Expresso? Again? Laf, you look like you haven't slept in days. How many cups of coffee have you made yourself at your house?" Thomas commented as Lafayette drank a swig of the steaming coffee, holding it carefully.

It was true, Lafayette did look sleep-deprived. His curls were neatly tucked into his bun and he looked dressed cooly in his dark blue jacket and jeans, but his eyes were shadowed by black rings, and although his eyes still shone with hope and excitement, they looked exhausted. 

Lafayette put the coffee down carefully. "Nonsense! I do not drink that much coffee and I sleep like a normal person would!" Lafayette snapped in protest but took back what he said with a sigh as Thomas looked at him doubtfully for quite a few moments, "Okay, I drink maybe three cups an hour and haven't slept for thirty-six hours. Happy now?" Lafayette narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. He was an awful liar. 

Thomas sighed, a bit concerned for his friend, "Laf, what's been keeping you awake for so long? Why are you drinking so much coffee? Some sleep won't hurt you, y'know." Thomas suggested, using his softest tone of voice.

"Nothing's been keeping me up, okay? I just... really like coffee and it keeps me awake and I don't mind that." Lafayette spat, a little snappier then usual. Thomas reconized this behavior.

"Laf, what's got you freaked out." Thomas said a bt firmer, tightening his grip on Lafayette's shoulder from across the table. 

"Nothi--" Lafayette couldn't finish his response before Thomas cut him off again.

"Nothing my ass!"

Lafayette shifted and grabbed Thomas's hand off his shoulder. Thomas shifted as well as soon as he saw Lafayette's eyes glimmering with tears. Thomas used his other hand to hold Lafayette's, which was still gripping Thomas's hand that used to be on Laf's shoulder. 

"Oh, Laf, I'm sorry for yelling, okay? Just... you gotta let me help." And as soon as Thomas said that, Lafayette yanked his hands away, let out a sob, and got up.

"Je dois y aller ..." The crying Frenchman breathed as he rushed out the door, leaving Thomas sighing as he watched his friend go.

-------------------------Now time for some Jemmy James---------

James pulled on the string tied around his fingers lightly before sighing. He worked here in Virginia as a writer for newspapers. He was alright with his job--it was easy for someone with his brain. He also took on a side job as a small accountant to make money, which he needed if he was going to go to New York like he dreamed he would. 

Looking down at the string again, James sighed and typed another meaningless essay into his computer. However, being distracted and writing wasn't a good thing for James, as his eyes were drawn back to the string. Sighing, James stood and walked away from his computer and went outside. He lived in a small apartment. He looked at his and his soulmate's string travel far into the distance. 

"God, I hope you're here... or in New York." James mumbled, looking into the sky as the sun was lowering down, almost touching the horizon. 

James didn't stay outside for long--He had to write five more essays this week or he'd be fired. So, he forced himself to work on his painful job, staring at the computer and letting his fingers type away at the keys, typing words that meant nothing to him. 

"I hope I find you soon." James whispered as he typed, "I also hope you have some money to save me from debt...."

-----------------------OKAY THAT WAS SHORT OOPSIES NOW TIME FOR SOME HECCULES-------

The Irish tailor stared down at his pair of pants he was sewing. He jumped out of his chair to get more cloth before he noticed how much his wrist hurts. "Wow, I must'a been sewing for a few hours now... I guess I could take a small break!" He said to himself before grabbing his coat and stepping out into the cold, crisp Irish air.

Running down the street, he came across a familiar shop. The one his grandmother owned. "Grandma!' Hercules exclaimed as he walked in, speaking in his thicc Irish accent.

"Oh, Hercules! How's my big boy!" His grandmother ran from behind the counter and hugged him.

"O-oi, be careful, Grandma, I have sharp needles in my pockets! Sometimes I have to work on the go!" Herc protested as he gently shifted out of his grandmother's grasp.

"Hercy, my boy, you won't have to worry about working that silly job anymore!" His grandmother said, making Hercules stop and crease his brow.

"What do you mean?" He asked softly, looking at his grandmother with confused eyes.

"You're going to America! To New York!" She responded, hugging him again before pulling back and giving him a doughnut. 

"Grandma, w-what? What about you?" 

"Oh, honey, don't worry about me!" She smiled, "I'm far too old to go on a trip like that! Who knows, maybe you'll meet your soulmate!" Hercules glanced at the red string immediatly but felt like crying.

"G-granda, I can't leave you here alo--"

"I'll be fine!" She insisted happily, "You deserve this trip! I'll be here whenever you visit!" 

And with that, they hugged again before Herc was pushed gently out of the store and sent away to pack his things and get ready for his trip.

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*Casually plans some Hercy anst*

Hope you enjoy this....

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