One Shots-Hamilton-Mixed Ships

A Blast From The Past-Platonic Jamilton

Request: ♛: Reincarnated Soulmates who remember their past lives the first time they touch-Platonic Jamilton. 

Warnings: Cussing

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"God dammit Jefferson, how many times do I have to say it?"

"At least a thousand more before I'll even consider considering even paying attention to you, as always," Jefferson purred.

"Don't fucking test me," Hamilton threatened.

"Wouldn't dream of it darlin'."

"You asshole...We still on for movies next Friday?"

"Of course, I wouldn't dream on canceling."

"Great."

"You were saying?"

"Oh, right. YOU CAN SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS."

"Hamilton, you're so vulgar."

***

Jefferson and Hamilton walked into the theater, the former carrying the largest bucket of popcorn you could possibly get, lathered up in an obscene amount of butter.

"We are not sitting in the very front Hamilton, it hurts my neck to have to crane it back to look."

"That's what you get for being freakishly tall."

"Let's just sit in the back."

"No way, then "I wouldn't be able to see."

"That's what you get for being freakishly short."

"Fuck you, Jefferson, I'm not that short." Jefferson stared down at him pointedly. Hamilton sighed, "Fine, we'll sit in the middle." This happened every single time, without fail. Hamilton would then proceed to steal Jefferson's popcorn and somehow Jefferson would end up with whatever Hamilton decided to buy this time around.

After the movie was over they'd leave the theater and proceed to bicker over which part was the best as Jefferson drove Hamilton home and dropped him off. That was their usual Fridays. Saturday Jefferson would spend with Madison and Hamilton would spend it with Laurens and the rest of the squad. Then everyone would meet back up at work on Monday and have to suffer through Jefferson's and Hamilton's yelling matches, as per usual. It had become routine. Everyone was used to it, even Washington, who had given up a long time ago on trying to make them get along. He made them work on a project together and it did absolutely nothing for their bickering but started up the whole movies on Fridays thing. How that happened, no one knew.

Some people bet money on the fact that they were reincarnated soul mates, a rare occurrence, and just haven't had skin to skin contact yet. Others bet they were way past that level.

Jefferson may sling an arm around Hamilton every now and then when they team up against Charles Lee to shoot down his idiotic ideas and Hamilton may randomly jab Jefferson in the chest when things got particularly heated in their arguments, but nothing more than that.

Until the day it all changed.

"Goddamnit Hamilton, you can't be serious, everything about that plan is begging for disaster."

"Everything about my plan is promoting progress! Your plan is like you're trying to bring back the seventeen hundreds."

"You know that's not true! You're just spouting whatever insult first pops into your brain and praying it fits."

"My plan will renovate everything! Bring about change! Ideas! Industry!"

"Dear Lord, Hamilton, do you even hear yourself? you're going to be the reason why everything collapses down on top of us."

"You're going to be the reason why everything starts rusting."

"You're a blind motherfucking bastard."

"What did you just call me?"

"I said you're a blind motherfucking bastard," Jefferson repeated.

That's it. Hamilton threw his papers on the floor, not caring that they scattered everywhere as he launched at Jefferson before anyone could do anything. Hamilton wrapped his hands in the lapels of Jefferson's obnoxiously bright jacket as they hurtled to the floor in a blur of green and magenta, Hamilton winding up his fist and slamming it into Jefferson's face.

Then everything went still and silence settled over the room, everyone else too shocked to move after what had happened, Hamilton just staring at Jefferson and Jefferson staring back. Everything they did from the 1700-1800′s came flooding back to them. They took a moment to recover.

"Ha! I win!" Jefferson said suddenly, breaking the silence. Hamilton scrambled off of him and pulled him off the floor.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you win, I owe you dinner," Hamilton conceded.

Jefferson smiled smugly, dusting off his coat. "I'm sorry, What?" Burr asked from the background, "What the hell just happened?"

"What?" Jefferson and Hamilton looked around, realizing they were still in the office where they worked, in the middle of a meeting. "Oh. Right. Well, Hamilton and I made a bet before we died that he'd be the first to crack and throw a punch. I was right. Now he owes me dinner."

"Wait wait wait, you mean to say you bet your soulmate recollections on Hamilton punching you?!"

"Yeah, that's right."

Several people pulled out their wallets and started handing cash to other people, grumbling about lost bets. Adams handed a one hundred to Washington. "That's fantastic you guys, glad Jefferson and I were a great source of entertainment.," Hamilton said sarcastically.

"Hey, we're still on for Friday, right Hamilton?"

"Duh."

Mulligan looked between the two, "So, uh, when are you guys gonna finally fuck?"

Hamilton and Jefferson looked at each other, "Ew!"

"That's disgusting!"

"With him?"

"No."

"Never."

"But you guys are so close," Mulligan pointed out.

"As friends who punch each other every now and then apparently. Not every close relationship has to have sex you know."

"Hey, Hamilton."

"What do you want now Jefferson?"

"You're buying the popcorn this time."

"Shit."