{Jamilton} One Week

Day 3

Thomas Jefferson waltzed into Alexander Hamilton's office to see him sitting at his desk sorting through papers. "Why can't we just talk without yelling at each other?" Thomas asked Alex. He was annoyed at the fact they couldn't have a simple converstation without arguing. Jefferson used to love seeing Alex turn red with anger and clench his fist so hard his knuckles would turn white. He had thought it was hilarious. But now, it was just stupid how easily Hamilton could get angry. If they were ever going to get along, they needed to be able to talk to each other for starters.

"Would you just leave me alone Jefferson? We can't talk cause you just have to be such an asshole all the time!" Alex said while sorting through papers on his desk. Alexander was in no mood to deal with Thomas. He had work to do and would love to be left alone.

"See? You're already yelling at me," Thomas leaned against Alexander's desk showing that he wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. Alex put his papers down and glared at him, "Just get out of my office you purple prick!"

The other man pretended to be insulted, "It's magenta, and it brings out my eyes!" he smiled and flipped his hair. Meanwhile Alex was done with Thomas' bullshit. He stood up quickly and pushed Jefferson off his desk,"You think you're everything don't you?" Alex yelled and Thomas raised his eyebrow in question. "You always think you're the best! Well guess what? The world doesn't revolve around you!" He started raising his voice more.

"Oh shut up dumbass, you're worse than me! You only talk shit!"

The shorter man looked as if smoke could come out of his ears. He walked towards Thomas,"You just can't handle the fact that someone is actually better than your self-absorbed self!"

"Just shut the fuck up!" Thomas said no longer wanting to take part in this annoying fight.

"Too many facts for you? Aww, such a rough life, better run to your wife!" When the words left Alex's mouth, Thomas froze

"Haha wait! Oh poor Jefferson, you can't! You wanna know why?" He yelled walking closer to Thomas who shrunk into the corner of his office. Alexander remembered what he read in Jefferson's diary about his family. This was great! He could use it against him! On the other hand, Thomas was surprised Alexander knew about his wife, he never talked about it cause he couldn't handle thinking about her. But he was too distracted to think about where he may have gotten this info. Even if Hamilton was much shorter than Jefferson, it felt as though he was towering over him.

"A-Alex stop... please don't-"

"She's gone Thomas! You need to accept that!"

Jefferson felt weak, defeated. Tears filled his eyes, threatening to start falling. He didn't want to cry infront of anybody, especially Alexander, but it was too late, Hamilton found his weak spot.

"I don't know how it happened, but it was probably your fault! You're a jerk! And your children, what about them? Couldn't keep them alive either, could you?" Alex continued yelling.

Everything that happened in his past flashed through Thomas' head. His wife in pain as she was giving birth, but passed in the process. His kids, his ten little pride and joys, their smiles fading into darkness. Only two of them had survived into adulthood, the rest, live peacefully with his wife. Alexander was right, he was a jerk, it was all his fault. If only he could've been a better father, maybe there would've been a way to help them. Oh how he wished his family was still all together. He wanted to hold his wife in his arms again, help cook dinner for his kids, and laugh with them while they ate. But he couldn't, Alex was right, Thomas could never have those moments again.

"You-" Hamilton started but then realized how hurt Jefferson was, he had crossed the line. He had gone too far. His eyes went wide as Thomas fell to the ground sobbing. "Jefferson? I-I'm sorry..."

Thomas ignored him and burried his face in his hands, embarassed. Alexander sat beside him and put a hand on his shoulder, not knowing what to do. Jefferson shrugged it off, standing up and quickly went to his room. He closed the door behind him.

Hamilton followed him to his room and put his ear against the door, he could hear crying. He actually felt bad. Never in his life would he have thought he could make Thomas cry. The taller man never seemed to be insulted or bothered by anything his enemy would say. He was always confident and walked around like he owned the place, this was the first time he had ever shown weakness. After a few minutes Thomas calmed himself down, wiped away his tears, and went to his dresser to get his diary, To his surprise, it wasn't where he left it. Then it clicked, he knew exactly where it went.

"Alexander fucking Hamilton!! You took my fucking diary!!" Thomas yelled as he ran out of his room towards Alex. "Crap-" Before he could run, Jefferson tackled him to the ground and had him pinned to the floor. "Where?" He held up his fist threatening to punch him, "Where is it?"

"In my room"

Thomas jumped up and ran to Alex's room to find his diary sitting on his bed, open. "You little shit!" He grabbed the book, then walked back towards his room and flipped off Alex as he passed by. Alexander watched as Thomas shut the door, hid his diary, and opened the door again glaring at him.

"Why would you read my journal? That's private stuff man," he crossed his arms.

"Why wouldn't I? You know you'd do the same thing," Alex replied and walked over to the living room, sitting on the couch. Thomas sighed and sat beside Alex. He wasn't wrong, he probably would've read it too.

Jefferson looked down at his hands, still embarassed that he let himself cry infront of his nemesis. Hamilton studied his face, his eyes were still a bit red and puffy, he looked different. Not as confident and cocky as usual. Actually, as he looked at the other man he realized he didn't look self-assured at all. Thomas was deep in thought and fidgety, picking at his fingernails.

"Are you okay?" Alexander asked.

"Aww, are you worried about me?" Thomas looked at him with a smirk, the vulnerable side of him immediately gone.

Alex rolled his eyes, "No... Maybe..." He looked away from Thomas, "yes."

"I'm fine." Jefferson stated, but Hamilton knew better. Thomas wasn't okay. He instinctively put his hand on Thomas' to let him know he was there for him. Thomas sighed. "That hurt you know... your comments hurt a lot," He admitted.

"I'm so sorry Thomas, I didn't know." Alex was surprised when Thomas held his hand.

"Don't be, you're right. I'm a self-absorbed prick who ruined his family."

"That's not true-"

"You said it yourself. Even if you're sorry, you know it's true."

Alex sighed, "No Thomas, just because I said it, doesn't mean it's true. I say things to try and get under your skin cause I'm angry."

Thomas nodded, feeling a bit better about himself. He would never admit it, but he was such a self-concious person. He was constantly worried about what other people thought of him. The worst was appearing weak. He never wanted to be seen as pathetic, so he started acting stronger, ignoring any emotion that tried to show itself, and eventually that fake confidence slipped into his real personality. "Do I ever say things that hurt you?" Thomas asked, genuinely concerned.

Alexander shook his head, "No, even if you know things about my personal life, you never bring it up. You always keep it proffesional. I'm just a jerk."

Jefferson squeezed his hand trying to reasure him, "Yeah, you are a jerk, and I'm a prick" he smiled, "so I guess that makes us even."

Alex smiled back. All of a sudden they both snapped out of it and jumped of the couch letting go of each other's hands, "Ew!" Thomas yelled wiping his hand on his pants. "Gross!" Alex shouted.

They both ran into seprate rooms:

"Bitch!"

"Dumbass!"