Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Puzzle Pieces

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Warnings: MMMMMMM- also some book throwing, and some sexual stuff.

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The book fell from Hamilton's hands and thudded to the floor as he gazed at the ethereal image before him. It couldn't be. But it was. Was he dreaming? Was this all a dream? Would that person go to turn around and vanish like they always did?

Except it wasn't a blurred figure this time, Hamilton knew exactly who he was. He rose slowly to his feet, approaching from behind as if Jefferson would disappear if he made the slightest sound. Hamilton reached out and laid his hand hesitantly on Jefferson's shoulder. The music stopped, Jefferson lowered the violin to his side as he turned to face Hamilton a large grin plastered on his face, but it faltered when he saw Hamilton's expression.

"It's real," Hamilton whispered, not tearing his gaze from Jefferson's.

"What?" Jefferson asked, concern growing. "Hamilton, are you okay?"

Hamilton moved his hand from Jefferson's shoulder to his cheek, holding his face like precious china. Jefferson gazed at him questioningly. "You're real," Hamilton whispered to himself.

"Of course I'm real," Jefferson said, confused, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Look at me, Thomas," Hamilton said, "Do you know me?"

"Of course I know you, we've been fighting together for years now," Jefferson said, unsure of what was happening.

"Decades, centuries. Thomas, we've been together for centuries."

"What're you on about? You're not making any sense," Jefferson said, not sure whether or not he should pull away. Hamilton's touch felt so good and he'd been aching for it ever since he met the guy, but right now he seemed a little out of it. Jefferson was concerned, Hamilton seemed to have finally broken.

"Don't you get it? The dreams! The song! This place! We've done it all before!"

"Hamilton, calm down. What are you trying to say?"

Hamilton stepped away, "You don't have them?" he asked, his heart shrinking in his chest.

"Have what?"

"The dreams."

"Of course I have them, we both have them. We've talked about them before."

"No, not the nightmares. The others ones." Jefferson stopped. The other ones. The ones he shared with no one. The ones where he had someone so important, so special, that waking up without them in his arms killed him every day. "Think about it, Thomas," Hamilton practically begged him to remember. Jefferson was thinking about it. He was always thinking about it. He didn't think there was ever a time he wasn't thinking about it.

"How do you know about those dreams?" Jefferson asked quietly.

Hamilton had just about given up when Jefferson uttered those words. Instead of explaining, Hamilton did the only thing he could think of, he quoted a dream. "I learned to play the cello, I can play that song you played that night in the library. We can play it together."

"The Impossible Duet. Our life story it seems," Jefferson replied, everything clicking into place. Jefferson stepped forward, reaching for Hamilton who practically threw himself into Jefferson's arms, clinging to his chest. Jefferson wrapped his arms tightly around Hamilton, tears streaming down his face, "Alexander..." 

"Thomas, I can't believe after all this time-" Hamilton said, choking back sobs.

"Oh, Alexander, I could never forget you. Not even after two hundred years," Jefferson said, still holding Hamilton to him like he might disappear at any second.