Shot: A Jeffmads Fic

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Debating if I wanna do a one/two-shots collection for Hamilton...
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OK I WANNA MAKE THIS CLEAR, THIS IS AN ALTERNITIVE ENDING. OK. NOT THE REAL ENDING, UNLESS YOU WANT IT TO BE.

Trigger Warning: character death and much sadness
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(Jeffersad's P.O.V)

"Hello, Mr. Jefferson. Can you tell me why you're here?" The man asked.

How could he do this to me? Make me rethink this. He knows. I don't want to say it. I don't want to. "You've read the news, yes?"

"I have."

Ugh, why won't this bastered let me be. Well, I did go to him but... "You know why..."

"I want to hear you say it, Thomas. I need to know you can admit it."

Sadness and grief floods my body. Tears well in my eyes. Thomas... Haven't been called that since... since... "My best friend, boyfriend, died." I stiffle a sob.

I watch as my... My... Therapist writes something down. What could he have written? 'Boyfriend died' 'is gay' 'needs help ' 'possible trust issues' isn't it all so obvious? Why would he need to write this?

"Mr. Jefferson- Mr. Jefferson- THOMAS!"

I didn't even hear him...

"What...?" I ask in a pathetic voice. Tear threating to spill.

"What was his name?" The therapist is damn calm. How could he be? It almost feels as if it's a personal attack. The room swims in the smell of different kinds of incenses. God, James loved incenses... Especially the lavender ones to help calm him down... Or the ones that helped when he was sick.

"What was his name, Thomas?"

"James. His n-name was... James Madison." And the damn breaks. Tears spill from my eyes, my shoulders shake. He hands me a handkerchief. I accept it, unwillingly.

The rest of the session continues like this. Tortures, obvious questions, crying, and a total break in my character... If Hamilton ever saw this, I'd be done for.

~~~TIME SKIPPO~~~

It's been about 91 days since Jemmy's death.  His funeral was exactly five days, three hours, and ten minutes after that.

Three damn months, I've been suffering. Seeing a therapist has done about nothing. Our hour long sessions only bring back pain. Not that he means too, but the questions, the topics, strategies to help me cope... Himself, reminds me of JimJams. I've been losing more and more debates, not really caring anymore. Slacking off from work... My appetite has been long diminished. I can't even read the letters from Lafayette, they make me sick with the reminder of friendship I used to have.

I walk now, to Jemmy's grave. The grass were he was burried is sparse, still growing back.

I place flowers next to his gravestone. Yellow and red roses, for friendship and love. White and blue lilacs for innocence and happiness. For-Get-Me-Nots for memories. And finally... Black roses for loss and death. I replace the flowers every week, usually changing out some flowers for another. I've had zinnias, poppies, snapdragons... But always black roses and his favorite flower, lavender.

I trace my fingers along the etched in letters of his name. "Oh James, why did you have to leave me in such a way?"

I stay, sitting there, if someone were to walk by, it would appear that I am talking to myself, staring at the gravestone of James Madison. Some people have left notes for him, or flowers. He was known. People liked him. There seems to be lots of letters or poems from a Miss. Dolley. Fancied him, I suspect. Jealousy should be panging at me, but no. Just more sorrow. Tis only more proof that the world has lost something that was loved.

I leave, but only because storm clouds had rolled in. But before I left I whispered to my Jems, "I'll be there soon, baby."

~~~TIME SKIP~~~
(It's a bit different, it's a newspaper)

SECRETARY OF STATE FOUND DEAD

Secretary of State Thomas Jefferson was found laying dead besides James Madison, former Virginian U.S. House Of Representatives, grave. Authorities believed he shot himself in the heart, with a French service revolver.

Held in his hand were several different flowers in hand, ranging from dandelions to roses. He was said to have had a special connection with James Madison, a friendship so strong, it was unbreakable. Even by death, it seems. He left a note, reading:

'I made a promise to James, and I intend to keep it.'

It said more, yet the authorities and press deemed it too personal or "not quiet suitable for the public eye"

We found out that Jefferson had a therapist. However, when questioned he denied any comment on Jefferson's state for client's confidentiality. When we asked Secretary of Treasury, Alexander Hamilton, he commented:

"Jefferson may have been an asshole, but he ideals. He had skills fit for a president and defended his side well."

There has been a funeral held to mourn the deceased Jefferson. All are welcome to attend.

Rest in peace, Thomas Jefferson.

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LOUD SCREECHING

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Ok... well dat it....