The limo pulled up to a gated house, no, mansion. John quickly got out, punched in a code, and got back into the limo as the gates opened. They pulled into a long driveway that looped around an extravagant fountain. The limo came to a stop and the gang poured out of the limo, "hostage" in tow.
John led them into the unlocked mansion. He kind of wished they were having the party there, but he knew that the surprise he had in store would be worth the look on Alex's face. It had taken a lot of him pulling strings and making expensive calls to pull it off.
They walked straight through the large house and stepped into the backyard. Only it wasn't a backyard. It was an aircraft runway.
Under the burlap sack, Alex could barely breathe. The gag was tight and the bag made it too hot to get a decent breath in. He had no idea what was happening, except for the fact that his friends were kidnapping him. Thomas had given it away. He still had no idea where they were taking him or why the scent of roses and fuel were seeping into the sack that covered his head.
Finally, they stopped walking and the bag was taken off Alex's head, the gag removed from his mouth.
"Damn it," Thomas mumbled. "I liked the silence."
"Fuck you," Alex shot back, rubbing his wrists. He looked around, his eyes adjusting to the early morning light. "Where are we, anyway?"
Suddenly, a private jet taxied around to come into view. They group of men watched as it came to a stop in front of them and a set of stairs fell into place. Before they could move towards it, a man appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Bonjour, bitches," said a french accent.
"Lafayette!" everyone exclaimed except for John.
John had told everyone that they were going on a weekend trip that would begin with the kidnapping of Alex. He never specified where, just that they needed passports and that they would be taking a fancy jet. What he purposefully failed to tell them was that the location was Paris and the jet belonged to Lafayette, their old college friend, who was supposedly back to living permanently in France, which he was.
Here was how the whole plan began to develop.
As soon as Lafayette heard news of Alex getting married, he assumed it was to John. Before he even got an invitation, Laf called John asking if his assumptions were true. He was heartbroken to find they weren't, but still was not going to miss out on the wedding. At that time, John still hadn't found the "big surprise" for Alex's party, so together they brainstormed the big idea.
Alex had always wanted to go to France. When John and Alexander were dating he would always plan a whole trip out, but end up too busy to go. So, the plan was when Laf received Alex's invitation, he was to regretfully decline, using some lame excuse of travel issues or an expired passport. Then, he would fly in, pick them up to surprise them, and fly them to France for the weekend. It wasn't the typical, "Las Vegas and strip club" bachelor party, it was one that would mean a lot to Alex.
Alex's eyes lit up. "Laf! You said you wouldn't be able to make it! How? What? But—"
"Ah, the man of many words has somehow misplaced all of them," Lafayette chuckled. "I lied, mon ami. It is simple. Come, get on the plane before I leave you all here and go back to France by myself." He winked as he disappeared inside.
Everyone, except for John, looked at each other in surprise, smiling with excitement like children.
"France?!"
John was looking at Alex, who briefly made eye contact with him, as he whispered, "France."
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Forgiven But Not Forgotten
FanficAlexander Hamilton arrives at his best friend John Laurens' house with some news. What he didn't realize was that John hadn't let go of the past and the feelings the two of them had shared together...