One Faithful Night

Chapter One: The Rivalry

Once upon a time, there was a man named Alexander Hamilton and he was a little shit. Thomas Jefferson was a simple country boy in a big city looking for a good time starting our great country. Little did they know, that they would find more than a new land. A lot more. The year was 1789, Hamilton’s financial plan was nothing but government control. Thomas Jefferson saw Hamilton as nothing more than a pompous ass and Hamilton’s opinion wasn’t too different.

“FUCK YOU!” Hamilton shouted seemingly out of nowhere.

Hamilton, as it turns out, has to shout obscenities every time he sees Thomas Jefferson.

Washington chided Hamilton, “Hamilton, you can’t just tell your co-workers to fuck off every time you see them.”

Hamilton defends himself, “But sir, I only say it when it’s that Thomas Jefferson,” he says loathingly as if the idea of saying that name was poisonous. Washington shakes his head in disbelief that someone could be so petty, but then he reminds himself, it is Hamilton he’s talking about. Thomas Jefferson approaches them with a smile that tells you all you need to know about him. His swagger and ridiculous outfits makes sure everyone in the room notices him.

“I have arrived,” he announces. Hamilton glaring at him with as much anger as he can muster. “Don’t look so happy, Hamilton. ‘Tis only moi .”

“You think you’re so fancy because you can speak French. Je pense que ça vous donne l'air d'un idiot,” (AN: I think it makes you sound like an idiot.)  Hamilton rebuffs seemingly unaware of the hypocrisy.

“So quick witted. I bet it’s sweet talk like that that keeps that boyfriend of your attached at your hip.” A shockwave rippled through Hamilton. He thought back to a conversation he had with Laurens the other day.

“You spend all your time in your office!” Laurens had shouted at him. He had kicked him out the other day. “You come and leave at odd hours of the night mumbling about your financial plan! Why don’t you go sleep with the banks since you have more time for them then you do for me?” And that was that. He doubted that Jefferson knew but if anyone would find out it would be him. Hamilton returned himself to reality. He was angry and Jefferson seemed like the perfect way to let it out.

“Sit down Thomas, you fat motherfucker!” Hamilton shouted at the top of his lungs. “You think you can just walk in and act like you own the place? You’re sorely mistaken, ‘good’ sir. I oughta…” Hamilton stops himself there when he notices Washington glaring at him. He sinks a little in shame.  

Jefferson, not one to be outdone by someone like Hamilton fired back, “That’s right, Hamilton. Why don’t you run back to daddy?”Hamilton holds himself back, looking about ready to duel Jefferson. Jefferson continues to mock him, “Ooh I’m shaking. You really got me scared.” Hamilton death glares Jefferson so hard his head might explode, but explode it did not. Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton always had their differences but this was going too far. Washington had to step in.

“Enough,” Washington demanded.

“But sir…” Hamilton started.

“I said enough, Hamilton.”

“Yes sir.”

Jefferson started to laugh at him, but quickly stopped when Washington started to glare at him. Even Jefferson all high and mighty did not want to mess with George Washington. Hamilton looked at Jefferson. Something about Jefferson made him feel different. He quickly dismissed it, but the thought remained in his mind.

Meanwhile, Jefferson was feeling similarly, but he couldn't quite dismiss it. He quickly excused himself. He needed some time to think.