Brown Flowers- Hamilton Oneshot

(A) (F) You Are An Idiot- Jefmads

TAKING REQUESTS

Warning: *ahem* rape mention.

"What the help is wrong with you, Thomas?" James yelled throwing the door open.

"He messed with you, Jamie. So I had to mess with him!"

"You didn't 'mess' with him, you hurt him! You  didn't need to do that! You could have left him alone!" James defended.

"He should have left you alone! He hurt you, James. He hurt you bad! I couldn't let him walk around free! I don't even see why he is walking around free! He should be locked up in a jail cell somewhere, not roaming like he is now!" Thomas countered.

"Thomas, we talked about this! We can't do anything! We took it to court, and had professional people through this situation! It was in their hands, and they decided not to do anything about it. We tried!" James cried.

"I don't give a shit! He deserved something for hurting you!" Thomas walked in front of James, and forced him to stop.

"That just ended in him hurting you! Thomas you shouldn't have done anything, love..." James whispered, causing Thomas to lower his head. James Madison looked at him, and thought about saying something, but decided against it. They could continue that conversation later, now he needed to clean up his beaten and bloody boyfriend.

James grabbed Thomas hand, and led him to the bathroom, stopping in front of the tub. "Sit there," James said pointing at the bathtub. Thomas nodded and sat at the edge, carefully watched James grab all of the medication.

"How could you, Thomas?" James whispered sadly.

"I was doing it to protect you,"

"I don't need protection!"

"Clearly you do, that's why this happened to you!"

James stopped in his tracks, dropping everything into the sink, stunned.

He slowly turned his head to the side, and asked "What?"

"James I didn't mean that, I just-"

"This..oh my god, are you saying this is my fault?"

"No!" Thomas stood up and started walked towards James, but he wouldn't let him get too close to him.

"No, James I didn't mean it...I didn't mean that at all this isn't your fault. It's mine!"

James squinted, but walked back towards the sink, not wanting to think about what Thomas had said.

"No. This isn't your fault, Tommy." He whispered, grabbing the medications.

"Yes it is!"

James went quite.

"I forced you to go to the party! I kept pressuring you to go, and you did, then this happened."

The more James thought about it, the more he agreed with him.

"Oh my god," he sighed out. "You're wrong..." he paused. "You're wrong," he didn't want to believe that Thomas was at fault for this, because he wasn't. It was James's choice to go to the party, Thomas didn't technically force him. "No, Tommy you are not the reason this happened to me. You have always told me that I need to have some fun. Enjoy my life, and that's what I did. It's what I've been wanting to do for so fucking long, you have no clue. That's why I went the day that you asked me too. That you begged me too. I had always wanted to go with you, but I thought that you would be embarrassed of me," James explained, sitting next to Thomas.

"No, James. I could never be embarrassed of you, I just really wanted you to go with me."

James slowly turned from sympathetic to confused. "Why?" He asked. "Why what?" "Why did you want me to go with you? What would you gain from it? What did you want to gain from it?" James turned his head to the side, and eyed Thomas. "There was no real reason. Did you want to show off to me? If so, it was pointless. I already know that you're good at everything you do, so that would have been a waste of time. Did you take me cause you wanted me to be proud of you? I already am proud of you Thomas! Why did you want me to leave so badly, Tommy? Why?" Thomas dropped his head and shook it slightly. "I don't know, Jimmy. I get so bored when you're not there, that I just wanted you to be there. I only thought about me. Not you. Then this happened to you. I'm so sorry, James. I know sorry isn't going to do shit, but I'm sorry!" James looked at his boyfriend as he brought his head into his hands, and started crying.