One shots (mostly platonic tbh)

Jamilton modern!au

Alex's Pov
It was pretty late. Washington told me to go home over an hour ago. Being the idiot I am, I didn't listen. Instead, I stayed, trying to finish the paper. I was almost done when I suddenly heard a distant boom.
Thunder.

Fuck.

A few moments later there was another boom. This time it was much closer. Along with the next boom, that was practically on top of the building, came rain. A lot of rain.

I continued to write, quietly humming to block out the storm. It didn't work. My hands were shaking and my handwriting became squiggly. This would be unacceptable to turn in. I sighed and put away my work. I might as well go home now.

Boom.

I let out a very not manly shriek. I immediately covered my mouth. Well wasn't that embarrassing. I hung my bag over my shoulder and made my way out of my office.

The corridor was dark, occasionally being lit up by lightning. Every time I heard a boom I would flinch. It wasn't really the sound that scared me. It was just that my mind had very strongly connected thunder with the hurricane.

Boom.

There was a really loud boom and the lightning bolt struck right outside the window in front of me. I stumbled back, startled, and, to my surprise, bumped into someone.

"What the f- Hamilton?"

Fuck no.

Not now.

Anyone but him.

I turned around and saw the one person I absolutely did not want to see.

"Good evening Jefferson. Sorry for bumping into you" I said.

Jefferson scoffed.
"Yeah, whatever. What are you doing here this late anyway?" he asked.

"Just wanted to finish my paper. You?"

"Same"

Boom.

I flinched.

Please tell me he didn't see that.
By now I should've known that I never have such luck.

"Are you scared, Hamilton?" Jefferson asked with a smirk.

I shook my head, not trusting my voice right now.

My lie was destroyed as another boom was heard and the window behind me cracked. The lightning had struck literally two meters from me. I flinched and my breath hitched. I felt a panic attack on the way.

"I-I gotta go" I mumbled, pushing past Jefferson.

I hurried to the nearest bathroom and went for the closest stall when suddenly my knees buckled and I fell to the floor. I managed to sit up, leaning against the wall, hugging my knees. I did everything I could to stop what I knew was coming but it wasn't any use. My breathing became hitched and irregular and my eyes teared up. As tears started pouring from my eyes I subconsciously began scratching my wrists, something I did in a pathetic attempt to cling to reality. I clenched my jaw and my whole body tensed up as flashes of memories began playing in my mind.

There was water everywhere. Our house had flooded and I was clinging to a part of our front door. My arms were tired and my 17-year-old self was considering just letting go. But I didn't. Mamá would've been disappointed.

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I sat up and immediately threw up a mixture of seawater and bile. I struggled to breathe and started coughing violently. Suddenly there were people standing beside me. They were asking me questions but I was too exhausted to make out anything they said. I felt my head hit the sand and everything went black.

"-ilton! Hamilton!"
I was brought back to reality by Jefferson shaking me and shouting my name. When he saw I was mentally present again he stopped shaking me.

"Hamilton what. Was. That." he demanded.

I was too tired to explain.
"PTSD" was all I said.

Jefferson's eyes widened.
"What triggered it. I need to know so I can help" he said.

Huh. Strange. He seemed to kinda know what to do.

"T-the storm" I mumbled.

Jefferson waited for me to go on.

"Reminds me of the hurricane"
I wasn't going to say more.

Jefferson's lips parted slightly in surprise. He then quickly erased all emotion from his face. He searched his pockets for something and took out his phone, headphones wrapped around the device. He handed the headphones to me.

"Take these. I'll put on some music" he said.

I did as I was told and MCR started playing. I was very surprised. Jefferson didn't seem like the MCR type but oh well. They were my favorite band so I didn't mind.

Even though the music blocked out the storm I was still feeling the aftermath of the panic attack. Jefferson noticed this as sat down on the floor next to me. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around me. He then pulled me into a hug. Any other time I would've pulled away and hissed at him but right now this was exactly what I needed.

We sat like that for almost half an hour until I felt calm enough. I took off the headphones and noticed that the storm had passed us and was now very far away. I could still hear the thunder but barely.

Jefferson suddenly sat up straight and very confused looked around. I realized he'd fallen asleep while comforting me. Realization hit him as he remembered what had happened.

"How are you feeling," he asked.

"Not great, but better. Thank you, Jefferson" I answered.

Jefferson stood up and held out a hand. I took it and he pulled me up from the floor. I realized I still had his jacket draped over me so I handed it to him along with his headphones.

"Do you need a ride home, Hamilton" Jefferson asked.

He and I lived on the same street, just a couple houses from each other.

"I would appreciate that, thanks," I said.

We made our way to the main entrance. It had almost completely stopped raining. We got to Jefferson's car and got inside. It was warm and cozy. Jefferson drove out from the parking lot and started driving home.

We stopped at my house. I opened the car door by then I suddenly reached over and hugged Jefferson. Jefferson was surprised but hugged back.

When I exited the car Jefferson said, "See you tomorrow Alexander"

A small blush spread over my face. My name sounded really nice when he said it.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow Thomas" I replied and shut the car door behind me.

Little did he know Thomas was thinking the same thing, how nicely Alexander said his name.