Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Agent [JAMILTON]

"This is your next criminal." Thomas's boss placed a large file on his desk before walking away. Thomas nodded to himself, logging off of the website he was on and flipping open the file.

Alexander Hamilton.

Interesting.

Apparently, accoridng to the file, Alexander had already broken into several banks. He had not done any killing but had, in fact, an older boy at the door with a gun as he raided the bank. A witness said the older boy did not kill anyone who came close, but threatend. Alexander only took about five minutes to gain thousands of dollars. Then he and the older boy would flee. Alex's DNA samples were found on locks and windows.

Alexander Hamilton was only nineteen.

Thomas Jefferson was nineteen, too. And was he raiding banks? No. He was doing work at a police station. Having graduated college early, Jefferson was exceptionally smart and everyone respected him.

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After doing tons of research and looking over evidence, Thomas had a good idea where Alexander Hamilton and the other boy might be. He took no one with him, decieding he would safer alone. It was a stupid decision, but he didn't feel like dealing with people at that moment.

Actually, he never felt like dealing with people.

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Arriving at the old warehouse Thomas suspected the two criminals would be, he took out a gun with extra bullets and handcuffs. He was not planning on murdering anyone as long as Alexander and the other boy didn't plan on killing him. They hadn't killed anyone yet that he knew of, but you could never be too sure.

Opening an old door, he held up his gun and began to walk around boxes, hoping no one heard him. In the center of the warehouse, a light was on. When he got to the light, he could see two boys talking to each other. He listened in.

"No! We need more money..." A voice said."

"But it's getting more dangerous... I'm wanted now." Another voice said. It was less gruff than the other and probably the younger. Alexander Hamilton. It was him.

"Well we need more, Alexander. So get out there and steal more money!" The other voice yelled. Probably the other, taller boy. Probably older, too.

"O-Okay." Alexander responded and began to walk in Thomas's direction. He couldn't see Thomas, as he was hid behind boxes. He decided to let them know he was there.

Stepping out from behind the boxes, he held up his gun. Both Alex and the other boy screamed. Alexander was the first to hold up his hand, without being told. The other boy began to run. Thomas looked at Alexander and grabbed his arm.

"Come on." He growled and, with Alexander behind him, practically being dragged, ran after the boy with his gun up.

"No! Please don't kill him." Alexander whined. By now, Thomas had caught up with the boy. He was now on the ground, handcuffed to an old table that could probably break if you hit hard enough with a bat. Thomas did the same to Alexander.

"Who are you?" The boy asked.

"Who are you?" Thomas questioned back, glaring at him.

"James. James Hamilton."

"Brothers in crime?"

"Yeah. What are ya going to do about it?" He was threatening Thomas, while he was the one handcuffed to a table along with his brother.

Thomas ignored him, kneeling down to Alexander's height. Alexander looked away, blushing. Thomas was taken aback but continued his questions.

"Why are you doing this?"

The two boys were quiet.

"F-For..." Alexander started but stood.

"Continue, Alexander." Thomas narrowed his eyes.

"Alex." He mumbled.

"What?! I don't get to call you Alex!" James yelled.

"Continue, Alex." Thomas said, ignoring James.

"F-For... our mom."

"What do you mean?"

"She's dying! She's dying and we can't pay the hospital to even try to keep her alive! She's going to die!" Alex screamed. Thomas's face softened.

"Don't you have anyone who could help you?"

"N-No," Alex whispered, "We're going to become orphans, without any family if she dies..." He pulled his knees up to his face and Thomas stood up grimly.

"I'll help you, then."

Both of their faces looked up in shock.

"Seriously?" James asked. Alex was smiling.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He yelled. Thomas let him go first and Alex embraced him in a hug. James was let go second. He shook Thomas's hand and thanked him.

All was good now.

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unaware how to end this. ;-;