Maybe Thomas Jefferson isnt so bad after all- By Alexander Hamilton
The next two weeks of Alexander's life was probably one of the most boring two weeks he had ever lived through, and that was saying alot. Since the white house was being remodeled because of the bombing, they had to stay at Camp David. Alex hated golf, which was one of the only things to do around there to do other than watching Tv and hunting animals in the nearby woods, so he mainly stayed inside with Martha Washington, typing up a draft of a story he never finished.
"Alexander." He looks up from his laptop, his eyebrow raised in questioning. Washington and Jefferson stood infront of him, Jefferson holding a rod in his hands. "Do you want to come fishing with us?" Alex didn't know how to fish, and he didn't want to embarrass himself trying to learn.
"Oh, Uhm, no thank-"
"Of course he'll go!" Martha says, setting a hand on Alex's shoulder. "I'm sure Alex will love fishing." Alex sputters, his face turning a bright shade of red.
"Martha-I dont- what- Martha please-"
"Nope! This isn't a debate, Alexander. Your going and that's final." Her tone indicated no arguing with her, and he huffs.
"Fine but I need sunscreen. My skin burns fast." Alex mumbles, saving the document he had been writing and shutting his laptop.
"Don't worry about that, son, we have everything we need." Alex stands up, placing the blanket he had around him back on the couch. He had refused any of the other rooms they wanted to give him, as he felt like he would be disturbing the peace in the house. He would have rather stayed sleeping on the couch anyway, it was rather comfortable.
"Notcha son." Alex sighs, slipping on his tennis shoes. "Where are we going?"
"To the creek by the golf course. Theirs trout and a couple of salmon in the water." Alex opens his mouth to ask if they had a permit. Yeah, it probably didn't matter since George was the president, but he didnt want to get a permit for illegal fishing today. Jefferson beats him to the punch.
"You dont need a license to finsh in maryland, Hamilton." He frowns. "Have you ever been out of your own house?"
"For your information I have." Alex frowns, crossing his arms. "I just-I didnt know."
"Well, now you do." George smiles, waving his hand to Alex. He follows thwm out the door, drifting back as they start talking about lunch plans and golfing. He rubs his hands over his phone, staring into seemingly nothingness. He was worried about embarrising himself once they got to the lake they would be fishing in, and he bites his lip, texting his group chat.
nOtthroWinaWay: Hey guys, question. How do I fish?
He watches the bubbles for a second before several people are typing... pops up.
LafaYEET: YOU'VE NEVER GONE FISHING BEFORE?!
Momules: Why are you going fishing, wtf are you guys doing?
Angie!: So you guys are still in new york im guessing.
Elizaaaa: Call me, I can help, We've gone fishing with dad before.
PegPeggy!: Oh, Oh! I know I know! Ask me ask Me!
Lauralie: Who the fuck goes fishing anymore, what the fuck Alex.
Alex stares at the messages, seeing Aaron call him. He sneakily glances up at George and Jefferson, noticing they still arnt paying attention to him, and awnsers.
"Hey, Aaron Burr, sir." He hears a quiet click on the line, realising someone was listening to their calls, most likely making sure Alex didnt give any crutial information up.
"Alexander! Theodosia's been worried sick about you. How are you?"
"I'm fine, Aaron, I really am. Why did it take you two weeks to call me if your worried?"
"Now I never said I was worried-"
"But your tone implys so."
"Okay, okay, fine." Aaron huffs. "I was worried too. They held us up in your house for a couple of days until they found the problem. Aparently it was faulty wires or some bullshit like that? Anyway, are they letting you guys leave yet?" Alex glances up at Jefferson mentions him, but makes no move to speak.
"I would, but Miss Washington insisted I stayed, and Secret service caught me trying to walk back to DC." Aaron laughs, and Alex smiles. "George and Jefferson are taking me fishing right now."
"Fishing? Ah, why are you so lucky? Theodosia cancelled our monthly fishing trip because of the supposed 'Bomb Threat'. Catch some fish for me yeah?"
"I can't." Alex hisses quietly. "I don't know how to fish, and at this point I'm not going to tell them."
"Why not? I'm sure Washington will understand."
"Jefferson won't." Aaron laughs, and someone hushes him in the background.
"Since when did you give a fuck about what Jefferson knew or didnt? I thought it was fuck Jefferson all the way?"
"Okay, Aaron, your making this seem like I want to bang the guy."
"Hey, we can add him to the threesome we're going to have. Maybe instead of Theodosia, Jefferson could step in."
"Again, your just adding another thing to what I'm compiling to tell Theodosia." Alex says, altough his face was a bit red. He knew his friend was joking though, Aaron may have been fully acceptable with his sexuality but he never went over the boundries he and Alex had set a long time ago.
"Alexander!" Alex looked up, seeing George wave him over. He huffed, rubbing his eyes.
"Sorry Aaron, I gotta go. Just got to the fishing spot, aparently."
"Oh yeah, go hang out with your dad and Jefferson, I'll see you later, bae~" Alex hangs up, shoving the phone back in his pocket. He walks over to George, taking the pole from him, and watching as George and Jefferson engaged in conversation yet again. He stared at the pole for a solid ten minutes before sighing and shoving his pride down.
"Uh, hey, George." Alex starts, stepping forward. George pauses his conversation with Jefferson. looking over at Alex.
"Whats wrong?" Alexaner bites his top lip, shoving his pride down more before mumbling out,
"Idontknowhowtofishcanyouhelpmeplease?" George raises an eyebrow, confused.
"What was that?"
"I-... I don't know how to fish." He says. "Can you just.. show me how?" He looks down at the dirt, shoving it around with his foot.
"You've never been fishing before, son?" Alex scoffs.
"I'm notcha son. And no. I didn't have time for fishing back at Nevas or when I got here."
"Ddin't your father ever take you fishin, Hamilton?" Jefferson asks, and Alex dodges the question, holding his rod up at George.
"Can one of you just teach me how to fish so we can get this bonding shit over and I can go back to writing my story until we go home?" George takes the fishing rod, a grin on his face.
"All you have to do is flick." George pulls back a bit and then flicks his wrist as he pushes his arm forward, watching the fish tease plop into the water. "Then you wait until a fish catches onto the fish tease, and reel it back in. I'll help you if you get a big fish, so be careful." He hands the fishing pole back to Alex, who holds it in his hands.
"Oh, thanks." He holds the pole in his hands, curiously staring down into the water from the dock. Were there actually fish in these waters, or were Jefferson and George fucking with him?
"You remind me of Patsy." George says. "Always curious about the unknown."
"Nah, He reminds me more of Polly." Jefferson sits on the dock, his feet in the water. "Polly was always curious about fish and other things when she was a kid."
"What happened?" Alex asks, glancing over to him, and Thomas chuckles.
"Oh she just grew up. Stopped caring about the unknown. She's fourteen now, stays with my mom because aparently 'I snore to much.'" Alex chuckles, glancing back at the water. "I don't even snore!"
"Eh, I've seen the videos Madison sends me when we're drunk. You definitely snore dude." Thomas-(When did Alexander start calling him by his first name?)-scoffs, looking offended.
"How dare you- George don't laugh as well!" George was hiding his face, a laugh bubbling out of his throat. Alex smiles before huffing, glancing out across the lake.
"I'm sorry about a couple of weeks ago."
"What?" Thomas looks over at him.
"I'm sorry about calling you what I called you. I just-... You insulted Aaron. He's actually not that bad when you get to know him. He's just... closed off to new people." Thomas stares at him for a while before nodding, looking away.
"It's alright Alexander. I shouldnt have insulted Aaron. Aparently I dont know him as well as I thought." Alex lets a small smile slip onto his face as he looks back at his line. Maybe, just maybe... Thomas Jefferson wasnt as bad as he had originally thought three years prior.