Hamilton OneShots

British Strike Back ~ Jeffmads Historical

At the actual time of this event, Thomas Jefferson was 71, and James Madison was 63... So uhh, We're gonna pretend that they're younger, just for the sake of this story and the amount of action in it. So Thomas Jefferson is now 39, and James Madison is... let's go with 35. Maddy is still the President, just younger. Also, James isn't married in this, he's single. Pretend Dolly died a few years earlier or something...

Anyway... now into the real story...

August 24th, 1814 The Burning of Washington...

Thomas Jefferson was asleep in Monticello. Not very far from where Washington D.C was. Suddenly an aggressive banging was heard on his door. He awoke and grumbled as he got out of bed and walked to the door. He opened it. One of his slaves was holding a paper, he wore a worried and panicked expression.

"What is so important?" Thomas asked calmly.

"Sir... There's something you should know. It involves your dear friend James Madison..."

The very mention of the name snapped Thomas into a state of awareness and worry.

"M-Madison?"

"Sir if you will allow me to continue..."

"Yes, yes, go on." Thomas inquired.

"The British are marching on the Capitol as we speak."

Thomas' blood ran cold. He needed no instruction, no further information. He grabbed a bag, and marched out the door, the slave following clumsily behind him. Thomas gets to his horse and instantly hoists himself onto it.

"Watch over the property while I'm gone if you will please?"

"Yes, sir. As always."

and with that, Thomas was off. He had to warn James. If the British were coming from the south, odds are James and the rest of Washington had no idea what horrors were about to be presented to them. At breakneck speed, Thomas was maybe 5 hours away. God he hoped he was fast enough. He had just gotten to sleep. It was 11 pm on August 23rd.

He rode as fast as he could. Not using main roads, but cutting through farms, his horse leaping over fences. Obeying every command that came from Thomas' control of the reigns. This man was desperate. Desperate to save his "friend". James Madison.

Thomas was a man on a mission.

5 hours later, Thomas is panicking. In the horizon, he sees it. The bright orange glare of Washington D.C being set aflame. He had no care as his horse sprinted passed a few redcoats who took shots at him. He avoided them and headed straight into the city. He saw burning buildings. He heard the ear-piercing shriek of distressed men and women. He got off his horse, running as fast as he could towards his goal.

He passed through trees, not using the main little road that led toward the White House. The branches and shrubs tore at Thomas' jacket. Creating holes and shredding it. His pants also being torn and destroyed. Thomas couldn't care less. He could smell smoke, this panicked him further. James already struggled with constant illness... This smoke could be the death of him.

NO! NO THOMAS DON'T THINK LIKE THAT! Just get to him. NOW! RUN YOU SOUTHERN FUCK!

He told himself. His long slender legs covering great distance until he reached the clearing. His bright blue eyes widening in horror as he watched redcoats retreat from the White House which had just been set aflame. The very house James Madison currently resided in.

Thomas needed no instruction. He sprinted forward, running for the door. He struggles to open it, realizing it's locked. A habit of James'. He panics and frantically searches for an open window. His worry only growing as the flames grew hotter and larger. Thomas stripped himself of his torn jacket, being left in a dirty white shirt and magenta vest on top. He finds a window and squirms to get his tall, lanky body inside. He looks around. Watching as the flames begin to enter the house as well. He bolts upstairs.