Thomas clambered off the bus with some difficulty, considering the mass of teenage boys screaming and milling about, locating their friends and elbowing anyone who got in their way. It was a nightmare, and Thomas blamed his father, the biggest prick anyone had the misfortune of meeting: Alexander Hamilton, a lawyer. One who couldn't even spend time with his son during the summer.
When he was finally jostled along towards the luggage claim, Thomas spotted his duffel, a bright magenta thing. With a small shout of victory, he reached out to grab it, when another couple hundred bags come soaring over his head to land on top of the pile, burying his purple one and almost taking his hand with it."Goddammit," he swore, pulling at the one strap that was accessible to him, but he couldn't get it out of the pile.
As he was thus destroying all his sense of manhood, Thomas heard a voice behind him ask, "Need a hand?"
Turning, he saw -- air. Empty space. Then he looked down. Now, Thomas wasn't an exceptionally tall child, but the teenager he laid eyes on would've made a dwarf uncomfortable with his height, or lack thereof.
Thomas scoffed. "What?" asked the other suspiciously, crossing his arms over his chest in defence. There was a pause. "It's because of my height, isn't it?"
"Well, uh," Thomas struggled for words, unable to look the darker boy in the eye, "you're not exactly, uh, well, y'know, tall."
Shocked into silence, the other just smiled. It was scary. Thomas had nightmares about that smile for weeks.
"Oh. Okay." That wasn't nearly as bad as I expected, thought Thomas. Then the boy pushed him out of the way with an abrupt, "Move."
Obediently, Thomas sprang out of the way and watched in awe as the boy lifted the duffel twice the size of him from the mound with ease. It was mesmerizing, like Jesus raising the dead, and Thomas didn't know what to say.
That is, until the small Hulk hurled his bag halfway across the camp, and Thomas knew exactly what words to use.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT! EMPHASIS ON THE 'LITTLE!'"
He never was the most eloquent speaker.
"Name's James Madison. It's been a pleasure," he said, then disappeared into the crowd of campers, leaving Thomas stunned. What the hell?
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The Parent Revolution (A Hamilton AU)
FanficThomas Jefferson and Marquis de Lafayette are brothers. Twins, actually, if you want to get into details. The thing is, neither of them knew the other existed until they met at King's Summer Camp, founded and run by George Washington himself, who w...
