Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Prisoners of the Mob

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Warnings: Small mental breakdown

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It worked. It fucking worked.

Hamilton had no idea how Jefferson pulled it off, but the plan fucking worked. Jefferson would open the door in the morning, plaster on a surprised face and say, "Oh! You're all still here?" Then he'd look over his shoulder and yell to Hamilton, "They're all still here, you won't be getting through. Hey, you ungrateful bastard! You should come say hi!" Then he'd turn back to the crowd and smile charmingly, "What're you all still doing here? It's been a couple days and I'm getting sick of his company," Jefferson jerked a thumb at Hamilton as he emerged from the doorway.

"Damn, I guess that means I'm stuck with this asshole another day," Hamilton said. He stepped out of the doorway some and started talking to people and shaking hands just as Jefferson was. The people loved it. Somehow, Jefferson, with his charming smile and disarming personality, managed to get someone to volunteer to go on a grocery run for them. How was that even possible? No man should have that power.

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Hamilton scrolled through his phone, looking at the news. "Well, the slandering has begun," he commented.

"Oh really?" Jefferson asked.

"It seems I didn't even have to start anything. The people are dragging Adams through the mud."

"They're just upset we left. It's backlash. It would've happened to anyone that claimed the presidency. Anything on Burr?"

Hamilton scrolled down, "Not really. He seems to be keeping to himself mostly. Oh, wait, here's something. It says that they're being accused of conspiring with King George."

"No way."

"Yep. Adams once said the same thing about me. Ironic, isn't it?"

"Hey, Alexander,"

"Yep?"

"You owe me $200."

"Fuck."

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"Why is there such a big crowd?!" Lafayette yelled from outside Jefferson's house, standing at the edge of the mass of people.

They all turned. "MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE!" they cheered.

"Oh merde," Lafayette swore as the crowd pulled him in. Why did he have to be such a good looking war hero? "What's going on here?" he asked after the crowd calmed down a bit.

"We're forcing Hamilton and Jefferson to spend time together," someone answered.

"Why? Didn't they just spend four years having to stare at each other's ugly faces?"

"Yeah, but they haven't fallen in love yet."

Lafayette stared at the speaker blankly before breaking into fits of laughter. "That's what you're all trying to do?" he choked out around his laughing, "Hook them up?" He just couldn't stop laughing, he was doubled over, this was just too good.
He straightened and his laughter stopped abruptly. "I love this plan. I want in. Let me inside and I'll work my magic of matchmaking."

The crowd cheered and let Lafayette pass through and to the door where he knocked loudly. "Lovebirds! Let me in!" The door swung open to reveal Jefferson and Hamilton

"Lafayette? What're you doing here?" Hamilton asked.

"Matchmaking. I demand you two kiss in front of this crowd.

"Dear God no," Jefferson said.

Hamilton spoke at the same time, "Fuck that shit. I'm not kissing that asshole."

Lafayette turned back to the crowd, "Sorry everybody! I tried!" he yelled before shoving Jefferson and Hamilton inside and closing the door behind them. Silencing the shouting of the crowd.

"What that hell was that all about, Lafayette?" Jefferson asked.

"They only way they'd let me through was if I told them I'd make you a couple."

"What?"

"I was almost imprisoned in that mob forever! My looks are just too much for them to let go of!"

Hamilton chuckled, "Looks like you're stuck here like I am now."

"Fuck. I just came to tell you I was heading home to France soon."

"Welp, that's not happening anytime soon," Jefferson said, "The crowd won't allow it."

"Why can't you two just kiss and get it over with? You're together anyway. Make the crowd happy."

"Not yet Laf, the timing has to be perfect," Jefferson stated.

"You've always been overly dramatic," Hamilton said.

"It's one of my best traits," Jefferson smiled.

"It certainly did help at the rally. Remember how you appeared on stage like ghosts?" Lafayette asked, remembering times that seemed like a lifetime ago. Hamilton smiled, thinking of it as well.

Jefferson sighed, "No. I can't say that I do."

Shit. Hamilton had pretty much forgotten. Them being together again made it seem like nothing ever changed. That everything was normal. He'd completely forgotten. How could he forget such a thing? Just because he and Jefferson were together and happy again, didn't mean Jefferson had recovered his memories. All he knew of Hamilton was what he'd been told and discovered himself. Fuck. How could Hamilton have forgotten?

Hamilton laid a hand on Jefferson's shoulder, "It's okay. It wasn't that big of a deal anyway."

"It's not okay!" Jefferson snapped, "We stole a fucking tank and I can't remember! How can I not remember that? And there's so much I'm missing between the two of us, so many stories and memories we shared that I don't have anymore, how is that okay?!"

Hamilton had no idea Jefferson's memory loss still bothered him so much. He planted his feet in front of Jefferson and grabbed his face, holding it gently between his two hands. "It's okay because we have an entire lifetime to build new ones. I don't care that you can't remember how we used to spend our days as long as you and I can spend more together."

"I care," Jefferson whispered, "We always seem to be running, running as fast as we can to keep ahead of time because we seem to get so little of it. That fact that I can't remember every single day I've ever spent with you tears me apart."

Hamilton softly kissed Jefferson. When he pulled away, Jefferson seemed a little better. "Now that's the quality shit I'm talking about!" Lafayette said happily, "Now go do it again in front of the crowd."

"Can I punch him?" Hamilton asked.

"No," Jefferson said. "No, you may not."

"Damn."

"I'll make dinner!" Jefferson said as he strode into the kitchen.

"Oui! Make my favorite dish mon ami!" Lafayette called.

"You got it!"

Macaroni. That's Lafayette's favorite fucking dish? Hamilton stared at the bowl before him, filled to the brim with his greatest enemy. "We meet again," he said ominously. Jefferson didn't remember how much Hamilton hated macaroni and Hamilton wasn't about to remind him of it right now.

So he was going to eat it. Every bite. And he was going to enjoy it.

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