Considered for Mercy

Alexander closed his laptop, rubbing his eyes as he checked the time. It was around nine pm, and he groans, annoyed. He was supposed to be leaving at eight on the dot, that was the time he had told Maria he'd be home.

He left his laptop on his desk, after all, he wasn't allowed to bring work home anymore, and grabbed his keys and his coat, shutting the lights and locking the door behind him. Sally was already gone, having wished Alex a goodnight two hours earlier. His phone rings and he awnsers while heading to the elevator, ignoring the shocked looks of some of his co-workers, including Washington, who had just walked out his office to ask Hamilton some questions.

"Yeah yeah I know Maria, I'm late." He huffs, pressing the button for the elevator. "I got caught up with work."

"That's why I told you to bring your medicine there with you today. You were supposed to take this at eight, Alexander! It's Nine pm!" Alex steps into the elevator, waving to Washington, who still looked shocked.

"I thought it would be weird." He says, once the doors shut. "I mean, everyone's already treating me like I'm fragile. I don't need them treating me like I'm a baby, 'ria."

"They havent seen you since you got out of the hospital a month ago, and some haven't seen you in three months. Their just worried."

"I'm going home on time and their all looking at me like I've grown three heads." He walks out the elevator, getting a cab. "Penn Quarter please."

"You never went home on time before this. And don't lie, I know you didn't." Alex already had his mouth open to complain but closed it, pouting.

"Well.. I'm doing it now. Long nights are a thing of the past, which suck. I'm twenty four years old and I already have to give up one of the things I love to do."

"You gave up coffee pretty quickly."

"Tea is better." Alex grumbles. "Anyway, get off my phone, I'm here." He hangs up, handing a twenty to the driver before stepping out of the car. Him and Maria lived together out of necessity. She had tried to commit suicide after getting abused and sold by her ex-boyfriend, while Alex got into a bad car accident and nearly worked himself to death.

"Ria, I'm home." He says as he opened the door, shutting it behind him. Alex sets his keys down in the bowl, seeing her pop her head out of the kitchen.

"Your late for dinner mister!" She says, pointing a spoon at him.

"Yeah yeah, I know. How are you feeling today?" While living together, Alexander made sure Maria didn't try to kill herself again. He had even given up most of the things HE liked to do to make her more comfortable, while Maria made sure Alexander wasn't working himself to death.

"I'm doing way much better. I just got a call from the prison Reynolds was at. Some inmates just beat him to death." Alex raises an eyebrow at her happy tone, letting her have it "What about you?"

"I'm just glad I'll be able to use my left arm tommorow. Do you know how slow I type without this hand??" He raises his left arm and she laughs, setting a plate down on the table.

"Well right now, use that right hand to eat your spaghetti and meatballs, you dork." Maria kisses his cheek, walking to the living room. They wernt involved on a romantic level, after all, Alexander was still trying to find his energy he lost after the crash and Maria (for now, and maybe forever) was completely off limits.

Alex grumbles about how he wasn't a dork, shoving the food into his mouth. It was delicious, of course. Maria could cook well. He thinks back to the shocked faces of everyone today, wondering if it was going to be like that for the rest of the month. He hoped it wouldn't, getting glares is one thing, he could handle that. But having people stare as he worked was another. He couldn't stand staring. Yeah it was the same as a glare but to know people were watching him, waiting for him to drop something just to come to his need...

"Here." Alex yelps as Maria sets a bottle of medicine and a cup of water down on the table infront of him. "Take it before your arm starts hurting and you have to wear that sling another day." After his initial shock runs down, he glares at her, grabbing the open bottle and pouring two into his hand.

"You couldn't have said anything BEFORE you set the bottle down?" She grins, a smirk on her face.

"Nope." He puts the medicine in his mouth, putting down the bottle to drown it in water.

"Dick." He says after he's finished swallowing.

"Try not to blow me, Alexander." She says, skipping off. He sputters.

"M-maria!" Her laugh carries from the livingroom.

: :

A knock on the door startles the man at the desk, who up until that point was doing paperwork.

"Come in." He says, setting the paper back down. A rather pudgy man walks in, and the first man grins.

"Adams! Lovely to see you again!" The man says, a bright smile on his face.

"Fredrick." Adams says, sitting down in the chair infront of him.

"Now, why have you come here unannounced in the middle of the night? Why, it's almost one in the morning, Mister Vice president-"

"I agree with your offer." That catches Fredrick off guard. He stutters a bit, trying to remember his points.

"You... You what?"

"I agree. George Washington's been around too long. His term will end in five years and after that, if and when he gets elected again his term will last another eight years. He needs to go." Fredrick smiles, tapping his fingers together.

"Perfect, perfect! I thought it would be more of a fight to get you to join my side, Adams. Now you see why we're doing this!" Adams nods, tapping his hands against his legs.

"What do you need to get George out of the white House?"

"Well... We can try to scare him out of the White house, and if that doesnt work, well..." Fredrick glances down at the folder that he had placed on his desk. "I have a plan B."

"He was a general in the Army, I don't think scaring him out of the White house will work."

"We'll try to scare him, first, Adams. If that doesn't work, then we'll do plan B, understood?"

"Yes sir." Adams stands, nodding at Fredrick. "You will place me as president once he's gone, right?"

"Of course Adams." Fredrick says, a sly grin on his face. "Your one of my most trusted advisors, of course." He fixes up the papers on his desk. "Now, go on. We don't need anyone suspecting anything, now do we?" Adams shakes his head, opening the door.

"Have a nice night, Fredrick."

"Goodnight Adams."