Hamilton Oneshots

Reintroduce (Jamilton)

Trigger Warning: Homophobia and Mentions of Abuse

Alexander passed a field he remembered too clearly, the flower field...the flower field he'd met Thomas Jefferson in. Why did he remember this field in particular? Well, a man named Thomas Jefferson was his best friend when they were children even though they were social classes apart. Thomas was a millionaire and Alexander couldn't even get clothes for the day without begging. One day Thomas didn't show up to their meeting spot but Alex kept going until he was old enough to realize he was holding out hope for something that would never happen, Thomas simply moved on with his life and knew he didn't need Alex so he dropped him.

Alexander wasn't bitter, just maybe upset? He didn't hate Thomas, he really didn't, but he couldn't say it didn't hurt that he knew Thomas was attending the same college he went to, had stayed in the same house for years, but just decided Alex wasn't worth the time of day. He was his best friend...for years! Then suddenly he was nothing. It made no sense and it hurt like Hell.

Alexander shrugged the feelings off, after over ten years he should be over it but he wasn't. He hurried to his college and tried to ignore his subconscious screaming at him that he was worthless and that was why Thomas left.

Alexander was a new transfer student so he knocked on the door after class started and quickly introduced himself to his Legal Writing teacher as a new student. The professor led him inside and spoke to the class, "This is our new transfer student from KU." He turned to Alexander and said softer, "Introduce yourself please."

Alex nodded and then spoke to the classroom, "My name is Alexander Hamilton...I'm nineteen, I'm an immigrant from Nevis, I immigrated when I was six, and I'm studying lawwwwwww..." He had locked eyes with Thomas motherfucking Jefferson. Quickly he shook his head, "That's all." He scurried to an open seat in the back and took notes as best he could but he could see through the side of his eye that Thomas was watching him.

When class ended Alex gathered his things and headed out, ignoring people trying to introduce themselves as he put as much distance as he could between himself and the afro-wearing punk. He didn't have another class for an hour so he took as many turns as he could in case he was followed and sighed.

Alex shook his head, "Stupid Virginian asshole." He grumbled and found the nearest exit to leave through. He'd almost made it to his beaten pickup truck when somebody grabbed his hand, he turned to see the one and only, "What do you want?" He growled and ripped his hand back, "Don't touch me."

Thomas looked startled but shook it off, "I-I wanted to ask about your life...what's happened? What've you been up to? All that jazz?" He said as if it was obvious.

"Oh right," Alex rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "You wouldn't know a damn thing about me since you decided I wasn't even worthy of a goodbye from you." He felt a bit shady today and he was going to show it.

Thomas looked uncomfortable which made Alex proud of himself. He waited patiently for Thomas's probably scripted response, "It wasn't like that and...last time I saw you, you called me your best friend. Man how times have changed." He laughed nervously.

"Yeah, times do change, and so do people." Alex replied with narrowing eyes, "Such as the fact that my very best friend left me in a flower field with no explanation and expected me to just hug him and cry about how much I missed him when he comes back after all these years with absolutely no explanation." He uncrossed his arms to put them on his hips as he stared down the hipster wannabe, "Do you have an explanation?"

"Well..." Thomas nodded, "It isn't very good and you probably won't believe me but just hear me out and don't interrupt me, that's all I ask, and when I'm done you can say whatever you like and do whatever you like. Just let me explain myself first, please."

"Fine," Alex grumbled reluctantly and held his watch up, pointing to the time blinking on it, "You've got five minutes. I'm serious. The minute these numbers say 9:45 am I'm out." He then recrossed his arms and watched Thomas seriously. He'd complained about not getting an explanation so he was happy to finally be a step closer to why he was nothing more than dirt to the mighty Jefferson.

Thomas sighed deeply and then took a deep breath, "It started when I brought you up to my father. I mentioned I'd made a friend and he interrogated me until he found out I...sort of had one of those boyhood crushes on you..." Alex felt his hate heat up slightly even though it had been years, "And the moment he found out he-well-he tried to beat it out of me. I have a scar on the back of my left thigh from it. Finally, he thought it didn't work and told me if I didn't reform to the ways of Jesus Christ he would...find the um...he used the f-word, the bad one, the homophobic one, he said he'd find you and make it so I'd stop um...being gay for you if you know what I mean." Thomas looked rather upset the entire time he spoke so Alex looked away, "To be honest, seeing you again made me remember how much I liked you. I still do."

Alex shoved him lightly before pulling him in for a small hug, "I'm sorry that happened to you Thomas but you should've told me. I had one of those little crushes on you too...it sucked because I loved you so much and you disappeared, it made my heart literally ache. It hurt more and it hurts the most now because you're somebody I've tried to hate..."

"Hey!" Thomas whined after Alex said the last sentence, he felt it was a bit unfair though he could understand.

"I said try to, didn't I?" Alex replied and separated from Thomas, "Let's start over. My name is Alexander Hamilton and I'm nineteen." He held his hand out to try and extend this olive branch to Thomas.

Thomas looked at Alex's hand and then him before shrugging and taking his hand in his own and shaking, "My name is Thomas Jefferson and I'm twenty." He said and the two decided to sit down on the lawn of the school and reintroduce themselves. It was hard but...it was worth it to rediscover their feelings.