Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Past Present and Future

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Warnings: Opposing political views

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Jefferson's glass slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, shattering apart, spilling wine and glass shards everywhere. He stared at the king, the words he said replaying in his mind. Had he heard that right? No, he couldn't have. He looked to Hamilton. He was looking at Jefferson with the same expression. Okay, so he had heard that right.

The king was smirking, swirling his wine around his glass, "Mr. Jefferson, I think you need a new glass."

Jefferson shook himself out of it, "Butterfingers," he explained as he poured himself a new glass. "Two hundred years? That's impossi-"

"How'd you know?" Hamilton asked, cutting him off. Well shit, this was going downhill fast. The king just took control of the room in an instant. He played them. Couldn't Hamilton see it? He was playing right into his hands. Jefferson shot a pointed look at Hamilton, but Hamilton didn't notice.

"What do you mean?" King George asked innocently.

"How'd you know about that?" Hamilton asked again.

"What?"

"The two hundred years," Hamilton almost spat.

"I was just making an observation, you guys seem to have been together for so long, it feels like two hundred years," he said, smiling into his glass.

"Hamilton, give it up. It's obvious. He has his memories. He's the King George III from the Revolution," Jefferson explain, rubbing his temple. Hamilton stared at the king for a moment, he was torn between awe and complete and utter loathing. He quickly came to a decision. "No," Jefferson said, stopping him before he got started, knowing what he was thinking. 

"What? Why?" Hamilton protested.

"You can't kill the king while he's under a truce and eating at our lunch table," Jefferson said. Hamilton huffed. Too bad he and Jefferson were raised in an age where honor was actually important. If they weren't, the war would've ended just then.

Or would it?

"Now that I've finally got your attention and you've taken out the majority of your frustrations in that kiss," the king said, taking a bite of food, "It's time you both shut up and listen. You're right, the system is corrupt, and though I may have played my part in corrupting it, it has taken quite the nasty turn and I'm not fond." The king looked between the two, trying to see if they were keeping up with him. "The group that currently hold power is a group of white factious men-"

"Much like yourself," Hamilton cut in.

The king rolled his eyes. "If you're going to act like children when I'm actually trying to get things resolved and end a bloody, useless war, it's time I took my leave." He drained his glass. "The meal was lovely." He set the glass on the table, "I thought you two could be of some help, but I see I need someone a little less biased." King George stood from the table. "Perhaps Mr. John Adams. He said he belonged only to his country, maybe he'll readily serve it again instead of standing around and bickering uselessly over things that aren't currently of any weight. Good day to you gentlemen." With that, he swept out the door.

"Jefferson, he knew. He's like us," Hamilton said, completely ignoring all the broken glass and everything else that was said.

"I meant to talk to you about that," Jefferson said, trying to pull his thoughts back from where they wandered off. "If you think about it, we're not the only ones to be back. Everyone's here. Madison, Burr, Lafayette, Laurens, Angelica, Washington, Eliza, Seabury, Mulligan, and Peggy."