Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Scars

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Warnings: heh heh heh y'all are gonna be happy. Nsfw

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"How the fuck did you get in here?" Hamilton half yelled, reaching for the knife he always kept tucked on his person.

"Oh don't be so dramatic. That's my job," King George smirked, "and I have my ways. Scorn has a way of opening doors."

Jefferson and Hamilton shared a look, what? That was complete nonsense.

"You're the target of a nationwide manhunt. What's keeping us from apprehending you right now?" Jefferson asked.

"Information." King George picked at his nails. "More specifically, blackmail."

Hamilton raised an eyebrow. "What kind of blackmail?"

"Your relationship," the king cooed, "Can't have that getting out, now can we?"

Jefferson and Hamilton looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Ha! You don't even know about our duress," Hamilton almost sang.

"It's true, there's nothing between us, I confess," Jefferson shrugged.

"What are you talking about? You two made out in front me while standing on the table."

Jefferson looked to Hamilton, confused. Had that actually happened? Hamilton ignored him, King George was just missing their true weakness. Jefferson's memory loss. If word got spread around about that, people would doubt his ability to lead. It didn't, the only thing Jefferson couldn't seem to remember was Hamilton. Even then he could remember all of the plans and ideals he opposed Hamilton on in the 1700-1800's, just not Hamilton himself. But that wouldn't stop the people or his enemies from using it against him.

"It's not a thing anymore," Hamilton said authoritatively, "We broke it off."

"Delicious! Details! I want details!" the king cried. "It must be so much fun being stuck in an office with your ex all day. Tell me all the juicy bits."

Jefferson swore the king was a teenager bent on gossiping.

"Can I kill him?" Hamilton asked.

"Not in the Presidential Office. I don't want to stain the rugs."

"We could just get new ones."

"Alexander, they're brand new."

"Ugh, fine. So what are we going to do with him?" Hamilton asked.

"Put him on trial," Jefferson replied as the king picked his nails casually, still relaxing behind Jefferson's desk.

"That's too good for the likes of him," Hamilton protested.

"Everyone deserves a trial."

The king interrupted their conversation, "It's amusing you assume that you have me in a corner," a sly smirk stretched across his face.

"What're you talking about?" Hamilton asked.

The king stood, stretched and walked over the window, looking out over the view. "Beautiful location you chose, Jefferson." He turned and leaned against the window sill, smiling. "I can't wait to steal it from you. Of course, I came here for a reason and I'm sad to say that I find that you two really don't see anything very clearly, do you? Not even after my last couple of visits. Why would I keep showing up in hopes to talk to you if I were against everything you say I am and did all the things you claim I committed. It's a shame and it really stunts our relationship. I suppose you need more time."