Fervid as a Flame || A Jamilton Story

Roof Pancake

Third Person POV
Alex wakes up to a hushed voice, rather than his blaring alarm as usual. Oddly, he also woke up on the couch, rather than his bed. He groggily sat up and looked around his dorm, vision still blurry from sleep. Wiping the tiredness from his eyes, Alex's gaze focused on John at their small stove flipping pancakes while talking quietly on the phone.

"Yeah I managed to get him about five hours of sleep." A pause. "Yeah!" Another really long pause. "Mhm, I'm making him some breakfast, hopefully he stays long enough to ea..."

Alex tunes out of John's conversation, in favor of lying back down. Seeing his phone on the coffee table, Alex snatches it and peers at the time. His eyes widen, and he jumps off of the couch. It startles John, and he flips a pancake onto the roof.

All John sees is a frazzled Alexander Hamilton sprinting out the door, before it closes with a slam. John sighs in exasperation, and turns back to his attention back to his phone call.

"Aaand he's gone. Can you grab him? I have to get to class, and clean up a roof pancake..." John trailed off, glancing up towards the ceiling.

Once he got an affirmative, he went to go find a ladder or step stool. If he didn't get it off, how would he explain that to his RA?

Alex was sprinting down the corridor, everything passing by in a blur. Thoughts running so fast through his head, he doesn't even have time to process them. But, to make it brief: something something John something something fucking Jefferson.

Eventually, Alex gets tired and slows to a light jog. He doesn't have great stamina, because of the whole not obeying basic human needs. That jog soon turned into a brisk walk, and his legs are aching. Still, he's slowly but surely making his way to class. He sees the door! He's almost there.

Until someone grabs his wrist and drags him the other way, deleting all his progress.

Alex whips around to see who the fuck grabbed him, only to be met with an annoyed looking James Madison. Before Alex can hiss insults and countless profanities at James, a metal thermos is being pressed into his free hand.

"Coffee?" Alex asks, hopeful.

James doesn't answer, and Alex takes that as a yes for whatever reason. Taking a sip, he can immediately tell that it's not coffee, although it tastes pretty good so he continues taking small sips. Those small sips turn into big gulps, but it's a bit hard not to spill any while James is dragging him, much like Laf did yesterday.

Alex finishes his drink and stops stumbling over his feet, he can actually focus on walking now. Though it doesn't matter, because they're at their destination.

James fumbles for his key, making sure to keep a firm grip on Alex; knowing he'd run off if he were to be let go. Finally, he gets the door open and walks into his dorm, Alex having no choice but to follow.

Locking the door again, James gestures for Alex to sit. Alex surprisingly complies with no complaints or snide remarks.

"Did you finish your drink?" James questioned.

Alex nodded and handed James the thermos. James took and it and put it on his desk. Then, he turned back to Alex and held his hand out expectedly. Alex glared at him, and James simply raised an eyebrow in retaliation. Grumbling, Alex reached into his back pocket and handed James his phone. James smiled and put it in his pocket.

"What was that anyways?" Alex inquires.

"Hm?" James hums in response.

"The drink."

"Oh, that was chamomile tea. It's good right?" James answers, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Yeah," Alex agrees. "Wait, why are you smiling like that?"

"Chamomile tea makes you sleepy."

"Oh, you bitch."

James snickers, and moves to the storage closest. He takes out a blanket and a pillow and lays them down on the sofa next to Alex. He takes them, and mumbled a thanks through his yawn.

"But what about class?" Alex whines.

"Well, the project isn't due for another three weeks. When I caught you, there was only about half an hour left. Plus, you're still in your pajamas."

Alex rolls his eyes and tells James that none of those are valid reasons, but lays his head on the pillow anyways. James drapes the blanket over him, and tells him to get some sleep. Again, Alex surprisingly complies.

Satisfied that Alex at least closed his eyes, James goes to his small room and comes out with a book. Sitting on the part of the sofa that Alex isn't occupying, he begins to read.

He gets about sixteen pages in until Alex's soft snores fill the room. Looking over, a small smile graces Jame's face. He's happy to see Alex getting some rest. Obviously it's common knowledge, but Alex really does overwork himself. And unbeknownst to James, he is one of the only people that can convince Alex to rest. But, he doesn't question or mind being recruited to help Alex.

James moves to flip the page, until the knob to the dorm jiggles, and there is a muffled "James!" from outside.

Getting up with a sigh, James moves to unlock the door. Only to be met with a very distraught looking Thomas Jefferson. Before James can say anything, he's being pulled into a tight embrace. Wordlessly, he wraps his arms around Thomas; feeling his best friend's body shake with an attempt to conceal his sobs.

I'm sorry that this chapter is so short! Thank you for reading, it really means so much.