Savior (Jamilton)

1. Saved

Alexander's POV
"I have genuinely wanted to punch your face in since the day I met you." Jefferson grumbled. "The feeling is mutual." I growled back. "Well, see you tomorrow Hamilton! Be ready to need face surgery!" Jefferson laughed walking away with his friends James Madison and Charles Lee. "There won't be a tomorrow." I whispered thinking he wouldn't hear as I walked away. But he did. He heard it loud and clear.

Thomas' POV
"There won't be a tomorrow." He whispered. "You guys go ahead. I need to talk to Mr Washington." I told my friends as we passed his office. "Ok. We'll be out at the car." James batted his eyelashes. You can tell he has feelings for me. But I don't reciprocate them. I have my eyes on someone else.

Who is that someone else you ask?

Alexander Hamilton.

Once my friends were out of sight I quickly ran after Hamilton. I followed him silently and as a car was coming not showing any signs of stopping, he jumped out infront of it.

I reacted quickly by sprinting the two feet that was between us, grabbed his arm and dragging him back to me. He struggled to get out of my grip before giving up and giving into my hug. I felt tears drop onto my shirt and completely drench a spot of my magenta sweater.

"Alexander." I muttered. The response I got was light snores and occasional whimpers. I picked him up and carried him to my home.

"Mom!" I called. My mom worked from home and my dad worked "late nights" at the law firm. Mom and I knew he was cheating on her. He's also a homophobe so I guess a win win situation? My dad is cheating on my mom but I can carry a boy I pretend to hate but actually adore into my house! "Yes sweetie?" She asked walking in to the living room where I was laying Alex down on the couch. "Who's this?" She asked. "Alexander-." "Hamilton. The boy you never stop talking about." She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"Yes. And yes I do like him." I sighed putting his head in my lap. "Why is he here?" My mother asked sitting down next to his feet. "He jumped infront of a car knowing it would hit him. I bully him at school and I feel so bad about it but I was mocking him and I told him to be prepared for tomorrow, I wasn't even gonna do anything, but he muttered that there wasn't going to be a tomorrow. So naturally I followed him to wherever he was going and I saved him." I explained. She looked at me then down at him and back at me. "Take him up to your room and write Mr. Washington an email, wait in your room for him to wake up." She demanded. "What if he-." "Then you'll sleep with him tonight." She cut me off somehow knowing what I was gonna say.

I sighed knowing I wasn't going to win the argument so I picked him up and carried him upstairs. He started moving in my arms so I stopped. His eyes fluttered open and met mine. "What?" He asked looking around a bit. "Hey, go back to sleep. You're at my house, I'm not gonna hurt you." I soothed him. He nodded and closed his eyes to go back to sleep cuddling into my chest.

I walked into my room and laid him down under my black comforter onto my white sheets and grey pillows.

Contrary to popular belief, my room isn't all magenta. Only my clothes. My room is really only black white and grey. I got him as comfortable as I could get him and walked over to my desk and opened my laptop to email Mr Washington.

To:Mr Washington
Subject:Alexander

Hello Mr Washington, rumors go around school that you're Alexander's adoptive father so I figured I contact you. I saved Alexander from being hit by a car an hour ago and he is now resting at my house and I will drive him home when he wakes up.

Thomas Jefferson.

I sent it after reviewing it checking for spelling mistakes. I sighed and spun my chair around to look at Alexander. I looked at his face to see him peacefully sleeping. "Thomas! Dinner is ready! Come get the plates I made for you and Alexander!" My mom called from downstairs. "Coming!" I called back. As I walked down the steps I heard a loud boom of thunder. "Huh. I wonder how a storm came in so fast." I observed as I walked into the kitchen seeing my mom serving plates.