Considered for Mercy

"Cameras?"

"Down."

"Secret service?"

"Nowhere near here."

"Let's plant this shit and get out of here."

"That's the only thing I've agreed to since this morning."

: :

Alex sets down his hot chocolate, sitting  beside Burr in his office.

"So, when's Madison supposed to get here again?" Alex asks, blowing on the chocolate for two seconds before drinking. He winces as he burns his tounge.

"In a little bit. He said he had some files to go over first with Adams of all people."

"I can't believe he's actually been showing up to work. Dude, Laf's pissed though. You know how much he adores Washington, and in doing Adams job, which I was doing before Lafayette shoved me out of the way, he can stay close to him."

"Is... Did we ever talk about that? Why is Lafayette so obsessed with George?"

"Oh, Martha technically adopted him in collage, something he never told us, and George is technically his dad? I have no idea man, Hercules tried to tell me but he was like, dead drunkkk- Mister Madison! Glad of you to finally join us." Madison nods, sitting infront of the desk.

"I couldn't find Adams, Jefferson wanted to go over the Immigration bill with him and Lafayette. Lafayette was there but Adams is nowhere to be seen." Burr rolls his eyes while Alexander groans.

"Wow, I give the guy praise and he just goddamn dips." He frowns. "Well, we kinda knew he wasn't going to stay for long. I mean, he has, for some reason, been here all week, which is a feat." Madison nods, understanding.

"Now, for this gun bill, What exactly do you two want out of this?" He asks, setting the folder down on the desk. He crosses his legs as Alex leans forward.

"We want stricter gun laws. It's gotten ridiculous where anyone over the age of 18 can own a gun. We need mental health exams, gun check-ups, we need to stop selling guns at goddamn Walmart!"

"Walmart is an excellent place to sell the guns." Madison says, and Alex bites his tounge, wincing as it hurts way more than it should. He forgot he burned his tounge.

"What Hamilton is saying is that maybe we should start with mental health exams for gun users. We can work out the other details later on. For now, how about we start with what we need for the exams, yes?" Madison nods.

"Continue, Mister Burr."

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Arnold walks through the empty White House, holding the brown package in his hands. He nods to Andre, who scampers off down another hallway.

"Mister Arnold. Lovely to see you here." He turns to Adams, pulling his cigarette out of his mouth. 

"Adams." He grins, the smoke curling out of his mouth. "Has Fredrick decided this was to dangerous to do?"

"Not at all. I actually came to ask you a question." Arnold nods and he continues. "Fredrick wants to know how many bombs you have." Arnold starts walking again, placing the cigarette back in his mouth.

"Three, why?" Adams smiles.

"Good, good! Fredrick has decided he wants to really scare them. Wheres the third bomb?"

"I have it here, I brought it along- wait, how did you know I wouldn't plant the third one but would plant the second?"

"Because your fucking predictable, Benedict. Now, third bomb please. I'm going to plant it in the China room."

"Instead of scaring your going for damage? You do know the right wall of that room is weak, which means the blast will carry into that room and damage the room beside it as well, right?"

"And you're putting the second bomb in the library." Adams says with a small grin. "You better hope Hamilton doesn't find out you did this. He'd kick your ass."

"Eh, he'll be fine." Arnold shoves the bomb into Adams arms. "Don't do anything stupid. Pull the plug from it at exactly eleven thirty and you'll have about two minutes to get back up to the offices above, understood?" Adams nods and Arnold blows the smoke out his mouth one more time. "Good. Now go and put the bomb down before someone sees us." Adams watches Arnold walk off, heading back to the China room. He glances around, nodding to one of the secret service men on his side.

"I need you to make sure nobody goes into the breakroom, library, or enters here, understood?"

"Yes sir." 

: :

Alexander huffs in annoyance, glancing down at the paper in his hands. They had gotten almost nowhere with the stricker gun laws, and he was getting tired, and hungry. 

"This is getting nowhere, fast, Madison." Burr looks up at him, confused. "I thought you of all people would want gun control, Madison."

"I do. Want it, the gun control, I mean." Madison sighs. "It's just Thomas. Most of the things I want to propse, things that you two are proposing , he wont like. Mental Health evaluations mean people will begin thinking that we're taking away their rights. Check-ups on guns will make people think that we dont trust them-"

"Uh, because we don't?! Have you seen the headlines, James?" Alexander frowns, crossing his arms. "Kids are dying in schools each week because some fuck-bitch with a goddamn gun goes psycho! I'm sick and tired of that, and I'm not going to stand by it anymore, James. Fuck Jefferson because right now we need to change." Madison stares at Alex for a while before speaking.

"Your right." He says quietly, setting his handkerchief down. "But we have to play this in a way which will get both the rebulican and the democratic vote. If we lean to much to one side the other won't vote." Madison stands, coughing. "How about you two join me and Thomas for lunch? My treat. We'll discuss this matter when we get back."

"I suppose, as long as you two are paying?" It wasn't like Alexander didn't have money but... Oh who was he kidding? He didn't have as much money as Madison and Jefferson! They were rich beyond his wildest dreams. Whenever he went out with Madison he always made sure- or rather hoped- Madison footed the bill. Usually during dinners at fancy resturants, if they went to Wendy's or Five guys then Alex payed his own bill. It was common courtesy, and Madison usually payed for dinner because of his, as he put it, southern hospitality. It made Alex joke about their friendship several times over the past couple of years

"We're actually going to Five guys this time, so pay for you own shit, Alexander. Burr?"

"I like five guys. Manly because that was mostly all we ate in college because Alexander didn't know how to cook."

"Pfft, I knew how to cook." Alex walks along with Burr and Madison, leaving Burr's office. "I just didn't want to cook. Cooking takes too much time."

"It was only us two and Maria, making a meal for three isn't that hard." Burr agrues, and Alex crosses his arms.

"Well atleast I didn't get sick trying to finish my classes early." He glares at Madison, who chuckles, holding up his hands.

"Okay, Okay, your right about that." He chuckles. "I sucked in college, okay?" Jefferson walks out of the office infront of them, and Madison smiles. "Thomas! I was about to come find you, I was wondering if you-" An explosion rocks the white house, sending them all to the floor.

"What the fuck?!" Alex glances around, his eyes wide. He hears the alarms start blaring as another explosion rocks the white house, and secret service grabs him and Jefferson.

"Secretary Hamilton! Secretary Jefferson! We need to go!" Burr and Madison gets grabbed by others, and Alexander let's himself get carted away by them, stumbling as a third and final explosion makes the white house shudder. He lets himself get lead through a couple of secret passageways before being let into a car, watching as Jefferson gets slightly shoved in as well.

"Boys! Your both alright." The car peels off, and Alex holds onto the seat, looking over at Washington, who smiles.

"Pardon my language but what the fuck is going on?! And ah, where are we going?"

"Camp David. They said it's not a terrorist attack, which is good."

"What do you call the floor litterally exploding underneath us?" Jefferson frowns, and Alex looks back at the whitehouse, happy that it wasn't on fire.

"Hey, side note, shouldn't Adams be here with us?"

"He's at home, I got a call out to Abigail a while ago. Secret service is making sure their alright." Alex nods, clicking his seat belt on. "From what I heard before they led me out, some of the wires in the oven got tangled and blew up, which means the white house won't have a breakroom for a while."

"And the two other explosions, sir?" Alex glances at the Camp David sign as they pass by it, putting his laptop in his bag. He hoped Maria was fine.

"Library and China room. Both rooms are completely fine, although the explosion in the library took out some of the books, including Macbeth." Alex glances up when George mentions the play. He used to think his life was like Macbeth's because of all the death that was happening around him, and became drawn to the book.

"Damn." He grumbles, hearing Jefferson's phone ring. He awnsers it as they all get out of the car, heading into the large building.

"Hey, short stack, it's for you." Jefferson shoves the phone into his hands, and he fumbles a bit, awnsering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Thank god! Alex, how are you?!" Alex's face breaks out into a smile.

"Maria! Is Madison and Burr with you?"

"Yeah, so is Lafayette and the others. Where are you?"

"I can't say, I'm sorry." He collapses against the couch, yawning. "All I can say is that I'm okay." He hears her sigh, and there's noise in the background.

"Lafayette wants me to ask you if George is there with you."

"Can't give you that either." A shout of frustration in the background, and a slam. "What happened...?"

"Lafayette's a little pissed that you three  got carted off to somewhere and nobodies telling us where you guys are. We're back at our house, Al. The secret service are here protecting us, though."

"All you guys need to know is that I'm safe. I gotta go now, this isn't my phone and Jefferson's glaring at me like he wants to cut off my head. Stay safe, okay?"

"You too, Alex. Come home safe."