Pilot
Alexander limps into the white house, taking a deep breath. It felt like it had been years since he had walked into the building, yet it had only been about four or five months.
"Sally! Goodmorning!" He smiles, leaning against his office door. "Long time no see, how've you been?" Sally Hemmings, one of his best friends and secretary, looks up, her eyes widdening.
"Alexander!" He stumbles a bit as she hugs him, feeling his slinged arm press against his chest. "Ah, its been so long, I've missed you so much!" She pulls away from him, gently punching his arm. "You jerk! I didnt know you had gotten out of the hospital!"
"I've been out for a couple of weeks now, I've been really just resting and going to physical therapy- which I've passed. How about you?" Sally shrugs, leaning against her desk.
"It's been very exhausting without you here. Mr. Burr wanted to go over the endangered species bill and gun bill you and Madison were supposed to go over, but Madison refused to cooporate with him and instead locked the files in his personal cabinet, while Jefferson and Adams was going over an immigration bill but Jefferson paused it until you came back because he says, and I'm quoting this here, he says, 'Hamiltons the only Immigrent around here, plus he'd probably kick my ass if I didnt let him help.' " Alex laughs, opening his office door.
"Well, I'm not the only immigrent. Hercules is one, and Lafayette is one as well, but I appriciate him waiting. I would have been pissed if they tried to pass it without me. Besides, dont they need my parties approval before they pass it?"
"Burr was trying to, but Adams wouldnt allow him." Alexander scoffs, putting his laptop on the desk.
"Bullshit. I'm the only one who actually helps pass laws in this damn party, and I put Burr in charge while I was gone. Any meetings today?"
"Theres one at twelve, and Madison scheduled a meeting with you right after. Need me to make you some coo-"
"Tea? That would be wonderful, thanks." Sally looks supprised but nods, heading out the door.
"Just be careful Mister Hamilton." She says gently. "Dont want you getting hurt on your first day back."
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Alex sits in the meeting room, five minutes early, sipping his tea. He types a few things down on his laptop, looking over the files he has in the folder beside him. Enviornmental bill, voters bill, the federal animals bill... He groans in annoyance, he didnt have any of the ones he needed at the moment. Alex knew he had left some of the files he didnt need at home, as he hadnt transfered them all onto his computer.
"Alexander...?" He looks up, his eyes landing on none other than the president himself, George Washington.
"Ah, Mister Washington, nice to see you again!" Alex sits up, wincing slightly as his arm sling pinches his neck. "I'm sorry I've missed so much." He says, drinking a bit of his tea. "I've had Sally and Adams bring me up to speed while I... Are you okay sir?" George was staring at him, his eyes widdened. "Sir..?"
"Oh, no! Sorry!" George coughs, walking over to his usual spot, "I just, I didnt think you'd want to come back to work so fast. You do have lots of vacation time, Alexander." Alex shrugs, putting his cup down to type.
"I'm just at fifty percent capacity sir. I wont be able to work as quickly as everyone else but I'll be working as hard sir." George nods, looking over at the door as everyone starts filing in.
"Goodmorning everyone!" George stands as they sit, Alex chuckling quietly as he relizes that people hadnt noticed he was here yet. "Today we'll be going over the United States agricultural and industry. We have three weeks to give our awnser to Benjamin Franklin. This matter cannot go ignored." George glances over at everyone, eyes stopping on Alexander for a couple of seconds before continuing his eye search. "The first person going over which one we'll vote for is Secretary of Treasury Alexander Hamilton." Alex hears the muttered whispers of his co-workers as he stands up, but he tries to pay them no mind, standing infront of the booth. he hoped that he was fighting for the right side, as he had been researching this since he had started physical therapy. It had given him something to do while sitting in his house, bored.
" I believe that manufacturing would bring more money into the country. The way we are going right now, with just agriculture, is going to make the US go bankrupt after a few years, meaning that our children in the future won't have any money to keep the US under control. Yes, we are doing very well with agriculture but we're also loosing money from that."
"Well, thats ridiculous, Hamilton. A nation based on business would jeopardize the republican ideals the nation was founded upon. If we base the US on buisness then we wont be able to continue the republican ideals our founding fathers made our nation with." Jefferson says. Alex knows this wont be a fight, like they used to go through. He himself still didnt have the strength to actually argue, and Jefferson looked exhausted, and even though he didn't give two shits about the man, he knew that boundaries couldnt be broken.
"See, but thats the problem. Why should we continue with the republican ideals our nation was founded upon? Ideals like keeping slaves, and fighting in wars with the british. We're in 2020 now, we cant continue to do agricultuture."
"Hamilton is right." George leans back in his chair. "We can't continue agricultral, unfortunetly. From what I've read from the statistics Adams gave me two weeks ago," Alex's eyes nearly shoot off his head, and Jefferson looks suprised as well. Adams never did anything good around the office. Hell half the time he didn't even come into the office. It was a wonder on how the man kept his job."Since 1989, the money from the agricultral fund has been depleating. Of course, most of the money has gone to the newly made industry fund, but it still isn't looking too well." Everyone goes silent. Alex takes a generous sip from his tea, not wanting to say anything. Jefferson frowns, tapping his hand against his cane. Madison looks between them both before standing up, coughing a bit into his napkin.
"If I may, Mr. President?" George looks over at his usually silent cabinet member, nodding at him.
"Madison?"
"Let's take this moment to actually think this out." He starts. "If we stop agriculture we'll have nothing to trade other countries. We all know the only country that does massive industry trading is China. If we focus only on industry we'll become like China, which we don't want. However, if we only focus on Agriculture then we become like Brazil."
"What are you implying, Senator Madison?" Alexander asks, setting his cup down. Madison grins, setting his hands down on the table.
"We keep agriculture but we also start doing industry. If we mix both together then we can gain way more profit. Secretary Hamilton can write up a draft of rules for industry and Secretary Jefferson can work on the agricultural side. Once their both done with their rules then they can work together to shine them out and bring them back to you, Mr. President."
"That's never going to work!" Lee complains. " Hamilton and Jefferson can't even stand being in the same room together! Theirs no way they'll be able to agree on something!"
"Lee, shut the actual fuck up before I come over there and throttle you." Alexander says with a frown, leaning against his seat. "This is serious. If we don't pick a side then the infastructure of the United States will crumble."
"This is the one time I'll actually agree with Hamilton, dickwad." Jefferson growls out, setting his cane against his chair.
"Language Secretary Hamilton." George scolds. "You too Secretary Jefferson. Senator Madison, I like your idea. I'll tell Benjamin Franklin we'll have his awnser to him in a month. Hamilton, take some of the funds from the buisness fund and place it into agriculture.This meeting is ajourned."
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Alexander walks back into the White house after his lunch break, walking into the breakroom.
"Mon Amie!" He stumbles for the second time that day as Lafayette wraps him in a hug. "You should be resting!! What are you doing here?" Alex scoffs, pushing past his friend.
"Lafayette, I was cleared to come back to the office two weeks ago." Technically he was cleared the month after he finished his physical therapy, which was almost two months ago, but he wouldn't tell his friends that. Besides, he needed some time to rest. "I'll be fine."
"Well if it isn't Hamilton." Jefferson's voice drips with hate, and Alex has to stop the urge to roll his eyes.
"Well if it isn't Jefferson." He says back, staying polite. Of course, Washington was in the room eating his lunch as well, he didn't want to say anything he would regret later on, or get scolded for by both Angelica (Who was staring him down) or Eliza (who was quietly eating her lunch, although Alex knew she was listening.). "What do you want?"
"Well, we have to work together on this rule sh- thing." Jefferson says, glancing over at Washington, who glares. "I'm suprised you arnt done with it yet."
"It isn't due till the end of this month. I'd rather start on it on the fifteenth." A shocked silence follows the end of his sentence, and in the background Alexander is mildly aware of Lafayette choking on whatever he was eating, and Hercules wacking his back in order for him to breath.
"Did Alexandere just put off a project?!" Lafayette finally gasps out, and Alex rolls his eyes.
"I'm busy. I can't start on the industry thing yet, so I'll do it later. Besides, first day back, Lafayette. Can't work myself to death if I just got out of the hospital." He jokes, grabbing a cup from the cupboard. The silence dissapeares, and Jefferson rolls his own eyes.
"Could have fooled me." He grumbles. Alex ignores him, grabbing a pot.
"Oh, Alex, by the way, we have no more coffee, ran out before you got here so-" Alex cuts Eliza off, offering her a smile.
"It's okay. I'm just going to make myself some tea. I just needed a pot." He grabs his small bag, nodding to them before leaving the room. Silence follows him before he could hear Lafayette say,
"What the FUCK happened to Alexandre?"