Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Dreams or Memories?

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Warnings: Cussing, bit of blood, alcohol

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Hamilton could now officially say he had a tank parked in his basement. Okay, maybe not his basement, but the hotel's. You should've seen the valet's face when Hamilton tossed him the keys and told him he'd give him a great tip if he parked it without getting a scratch on it. And keep it a secret of course.

That valet and Jefferson actually knew each, they'd been friends for a long while, so Jefferson knew he was safe with him. His name was Henry.

Jefferson and Hamilton were going to have to move now though, but that could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, the eight of them were having a party in their hotel suite.

"I can't believe you guys came back from the dead AND THEN STOLE A TANK!" Laurens slurred, sloshing alcohol onto himself.

Hamilton laughed, "Had to come back with a BOOM!!" he shouted, imitating a tank's cannon fire.

"Spare me the puns," Burr said.

"Aww, come on Burr," Lafayette slung an arm around him, "Lighten up, we're having a party." Burr smiled and finished off his glass. 

"Where did you get a rocket launcher?" Mulligan asked loudly, "I mean, who shows up to a rally with a ROCKET LAUNCHER?"

"Me," Jefferson smirked, "I got all the fun toys. I debated bringing the flamethrower."

"Now that would have been mine," Eliza said, "You know, if you bothered to invite me."

Hamilton smiled awkwardly. He and Eliza weren't on the best of terms currently, they had gotten divorced about two years ago, but they seemed to be getting along just fine tonight. Angelica was throwing hopeful glances every now and then. Hamilton and Angelica had already worked out all their problems concerning the divorce, so Hamilton wasn't worried about having his face clawed off...again.

"I can't believe you all trapped us in a circle. What was with that?" Hamilton asked.

Madison shrugged, "I dunno, I was too busy being trampled to death. I heard that you picked up Burr though, Jefferson."

Jefferson laughed and Burr scowled. "No one was moving and I had a tank to steal."

The night dragged on and as people started to get tired, Jefferson made sure to get them a ride home. He didn't want to have to worry about waking up the house from a nightmare. It was better that he and Hamilton didn't have to go through explaining any of that to their new met friends. It was bad enough that they knew about each other.

Secretly Jefferson and Hamilton were glad that the other knew, it was nice to have that mutual understanding and be able to sit up all night in silence and not be entirely alone. Plus there was the fact that they didn't worry as much about being kidnapped in the middle of the night with the other one there. Not that they didn't worry about it, just not as much. They both slept with guns under pillows just in case.

Call them paranoid.

In truth, they were. Paranoid about everything. Every creak, every thump, every shift of the curtains had at least one of them patrolling the place, if not both. 

So Jefferson made sure that everyone went home. He and Hamilton crashed as soon as the last person left.

Jefferson's bed was soft and welcoming, he was too exhausted to care if he was going to have nightmares, he just wanted to sleep. Thankfully, his dreams weren't nightmares, but they were sporadic and blurry.