Hamilton Oneshots (2)

Minutes to Chainsaws (JeffMads)

Trigger Warning: Murder, Death, and Depression

James picked up the newspaper for the day and sat down. He smirked when he spotted the obituary for a woman who had been flirting with Thomas, he may have been the reason she was currently in a grave. James had an obsession with the man he worked with, Thomas Jefferson, and whenever Thomas was getting too close to a woman...they received an obituary. It was a fun loop.

"Mr Madison?" He looked up at a maid, Martha was her name. He nodded to show he was listening, "Mr Thomas Jefferson is asking to meet you. We let him into the parlor which is where he is now." She curtsied and left as James set the papers on his desk.

"Perfect," He mumbled and jumped up, fixing his coat before heading downstairs to Thomas. He smiled joyfully, "Well if it isn't Thomas!" He laughed.

Thomas smiled, "You know...I've come to realize something." He said and got up, "Well with...all the calamity surrounding me, you've been there." Maybe five years ago James would have felt guilty at being praised for the murder of Thomas's friends but now it made him smile. He was pleased. Thomas walked over and continued, "Perhaps if I thought about it, if I focus on it, I can imagine the time as minutes. Minutes that built the world around me." Thomas sat down and James went over to him, intrigued at where this was going. They both sat down and Thomas took a deep breath, "I was five when we met. I was different; I could feel it in my stomach."

James wanted to kiss Thomas's temple but let him continue after muttering a small, "You were different alright."

Thomas shoved him lightly with a chuckle before continuing, "When I was thirteen I was falling apart at the seams and you were right there." James looked down for a moment as he remembered Thomas's battle with depression. Thomas then smiled wistfully, "I was seventeen when I realized I was talented; that I could do something not everyone could do." He was, of course, speaking of his talent in the political and networking atmosphere, "So I learned the truth with all my energy and power not really knowing what it meant." Thomas took James's hands and James actually felt himself heat up when he looked at their clasped appendages, "I'm twenty-one now and for the first time I'm looking back at who I was and seeing someone strong. Someone who can't be stopped."

James smiled a little, he loved Thomas, he did, and he loved it when Thomas had self-love instead of self-hate, "Why are you telling me all of this now, Thomas?"

"Because..." Thomas swallowed nervously and James looked up at his face, "I'm engaged!" He announced and James felt his eyes widen, "And I want you to be my best man of course since you're my best friend."

"E-E-Engaged?!" James felt himself shouting but Thomas took it as a surprise and not anger, "To who? When? Who proposed? What?" He wanted every detail about this woman so he could crush her.

"You know her," Thomas said smoothly making James almost recoil, "Your maid, Martha." He stood up and that vile woman came in, blushing shyly and hurrying over to Thomas's outstretched arms. He hugged her and James covered his mouth, he'd have to kill his most loyal house servant. Oh well.

"What made you decide on her?" James asked after a few moments. He'd seen them talk together multiple times, only twice alone. How had they gotten so close together that they were engaged?

Thomas shrugged, "I just saw her and knew she was to be my wife. That's all." He kissed Martha's temple and she smiled up at him, "She's the love of my life. I've tried to ignore her since she is poor but I can't. I can't ignore this woman."

They kissed and James could've thrown up but then he had an idea, "Why don't you stay here for the night? It'll give Martha and me a chance to figure out her work schedule too since I bet she'll want to quit her job once you are married. We'd better figure that out." He forced a smile and Thomas grinned while Martha looked away nervously.

"That sounds like a perfect plan, James! I'm so glad you're for this marriage, unlike my father." He rocked him and Martha which James knew was to try and make her not too nervous, "Would you be my Best Man, James?"

James knew they wouldn't make it to the altar but he smiled anyway, "Of course, Thomas! You are, after all, my best friend." He walked over and hugged Thomas tightly, "I'm sure you two don't need me to lead you to the guest rooms. You both probably know this house by heart! I couldn't think of a better woman for you to marry." Though he could think of a better man.

"Of course, James, come along darling." Thomas lead Martha away and James waited until he couldn't hear their footsteps echoing off of the wooden planks. Hurriedly he ran to his shed, looking through everything in there until he found his chainsaw, it was sleek and shone in the sunlight. The chainsaw was always the last resort, he didn't like to make the murder obvious so usually, he opted for poison or a pillow but Thomas was here and they left in the morning so it had to be now. Any other man might use a knife or bat but James did have a taste for the eccentric.

He went back inside and pulled aside another maid, Lucille, "Every single member of the household has the rest of the day off." He told her. She thanked him but he told her she had to spread the news. When she understood him he let go as she hurried off.

James waited for all the servants to leave before he knocked on the guest room's door, "Thomas can you come downstairs? I have some news on Hamilton!"

"Coming!" Thomas shouted. James hid in a closet and waited for Thomas to leave to find him before he opened the door.

"Thomas?" The silky voice of Martha asked. She sat up on the bed and looked at James, "Mr Madison? I don't understand? Did Thomas forget something?" She asked, pulling her sleeve up since it was falling.

"Sort of," James muttered and walked towards him. Martha tilted her head in question and James growled, "He forgot me!"

Martha screamed but it was too late. James held her down by her throat and started the chainsaw, "Please! THOMA-" She didn't get to the s as James rammed the saw into her stomach.

He held it there as blood splattered the bed, the canopy, the walls. Everything. Martha struggled for a moment, crimson spilling from her mouth and trailing down her neck, but soon she went still. James kept hacking at her as he knew she'd made love to his beloved, he was angry, he was enraged! But he had a way to take his anger out and he abused that power.

"Martha?" Thomas's voice came. James tried to yell for him to stop but it was too late, he'd opened the door, "No..." He fell to his knees, "James what have you...WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"Thomas! It isn't what it looks l-"

"-Don't you fucking say it. She was pregnant! James, she was pregnant!" Thomas held his face, "It was going to be perfect. A loving wife! A child! You took it from me you bastard! You bastard!" He got up and ran at James. He didn't mean to do it, it was instinct. His arms betrayed him and before he could stop Thomas was already impaled by the chainsaw. He looked at James with eyes full of sorrow before whispering, "It's all your fault."

He collapsed and James fell to his knees just as Thomas had done earlier, he pulled Thomas to him and cradled him, "No...no this wasn't what this was supposed to be like...no..."