Breakfast at Burrs
Adams paced in his home office, swallowing roughly. The plan to scare Washington away from the white house didn't work. He jumped as his wife opened the door to his office.
"Honey, your friends are here. Should I send them up?" Abigail smiles at him, and he nods, happy that his wife had no idea what he was doing. If she knew, she surely would tell Washington. He covers some of the plans on his desk.
"Ah, yes, send them up. Has secret service left yet?"
"Silly, they left a couple of hours ago, around six something in the morning. They had to go check over the newly remodeled White House, remember? Oh I can't wait to see it again. You must let me come to more of your presidental dinners, John." She smiles at him one more time before dissapearing down the stairs, and Adams doesn't even look as his door is pushed open again.
"John, nice to see you again." Benedict grabs one of the chairs, dragging it over to sit infront of him.
"We have a problem." Fredrick says, a frown on his face. He waves his hand and Andre pushes a chair underneath him so he could sit. "George is more resilient than I thought."
"I told you. He was a general in the Army, he fought the Taliban. He won a medal of honor after his command captured the two leaders of the Taliban and destroyed the group." Adams says, passing Fredrick a news article. "The man's a legend."
"He is indeed." Fredrick huffs. "Which means we'll have to go with plan B."
"And what the hell is plan B?" Arnold asks, flicking his lighter on. He lights up his cigarette, blowing out the smoke as Adams sputters about smoking in his house.
"It's a simple plan, really. You'll need more people to help you with this, Benedict." Fredrick pulls a folder out of his bag, placing it on the desk. "Plan B is a shooting." Adams chokes on the water he was sipping, while Arnold nearly inhales his cigar.
"A shooting?! Are you crazy, that won't scare them, that'll just send them back to Camp David for another two weeks! Possibly even more! Not to mention security would be beefed up and our plans will be done!" Adams finally gets out, slamming his hand on the desk.
"If you would let me finish, I'll explain!" Fredrick growls, glaaring at Adams, who seemingly shrinks. "During the shooting you will collect people of intrest for me. I'll have a van waiting in the parking lot." Fredrick opens the folder on the desk, pushing past pictures and notes to pull a list out of the papers.
"The people on here you can take. I want them all." Adams grabs the list before Arnold does, looking over it.
"Kid-kid-Your going to kidnap them?" He whispers, and Fredrick grins.
"The shooting is only a decoy. While it's going on you and a couple of people I hire will go and take them. After their gone you'll be allowed to do whatever the hell you want, Adams."
"Pardon me, but this seems dangerous." Andre says, leaning against the desk. "Secret service would be onto us in seconds, not to mention Fort Mcnair, which will be notified about the shooting."
"Actually, all you'd need to hypothetically do is cut the phone lines and internet around the white house- or cut the power." Adams replies, sitting in his own chair. "Once the powers cut, the back up generator will need a couple of minutes to turn on, leaving the White House defenseless. If someone were to destroy the generator and stop it from turning on, then the White House would be completly defenseless. With not many secret service agents around and no way to call out for help, we'd be able to take them all." Fredrick grins.
"Wonderful, mister Adams, just-wonderful. You really have all this planned, don't you?" Adams sits up straighter, a small frown on his face. "I AM in charge of most of the security details. Lafayette usually takes over my job, I have all his notes."
"Well, we'll just have to find a day now, don't we? And I think I just might have the perfect day."
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Alex winces as his alarm goes off, grabbing his phone. He shuts it off and yawns, sitting up. He was still on the couch at Camp David, but today was a very special day. Today he finally was able to go back to work, like he wanted to. Alex stretched, seeing his phone buzz. Aaron was calling him again. Other than Maria, Aaron was the only friend that called Alex. The others stuck to texting.
"How are you up this early dude? It's-" He looks at the stove in the kitchen, checking the time. "Eight am. We don't have to be at work till like eleven."
"When you have children, Alexander, you'll understand that you'll never get the right amount of sleep. Ever." He hears some of Aarons bones pop as the other man stretches, chuckling a bit.
"Well, I don't have kids, never have, dont think I will have kids-"
"Because your gunna marry like Madison or Jefferson, right?"
"Ye-Wait, what??" Aaron laughs, and Alex hears pots and pans bang noisily in the background.
"I've heard that marrying your enemy will make you like, way happier in life."
"You and Theodosia arnt enemies!"
"Well, duh. We used to be though. She beat me at everything when we were kids. It was soo hot..." Alex rolls his eyes, opening the bathroom door.
"Ew Aaron, I don't want to hear about your sex life." He starts up the shower, locking the door behind him. "That's disgusting."
"I wasn't going to tell you about me sex life asshole. Anyway, we'll finish this conversation later, tell Washington, his wife, and Jefferson that I'm formally inviting them over for breakfast."
"But-"
"No buts, unless it's your ass your presenting, Alexander." Again, Alexander goes red, pulling off his shirt. "Now, get in the shower. I want you to be dressed well for breakfast."
"Yeah yeah, we'll be there. Shut up and get off my phone, I'll see you later."
"Later love!~"
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Alex stares at the house as the car parks on the curb beside it, grinning.
"Son, are you sure Mister Burr is fine with us invading his private space?"
"Yeah, trust me. Aaron would have kicked my ass if I didn't ask him first, even though he was the one who brought it up." He gets out of the car, helping Martha out of the car as well. "You guys are going to see that Aaron isn't always so mean. He has a big family and-"
"Mister Alexander!" Alex turns just in time, stumbling as Theodosia jr slams into him at top speeds. A dalmation comes running after her, barking. "Oh manicantbeliveyourheredaddytoldmeyouwerecomingbutididntbelievehim-"
"Woah, Woah, Theo, Theo, slow down!" He picks her up, running the dalmations head. "Phillip, it's lovely to see you as well."
"Ihavesomuchtoshowyouyou'vebeengoneforsolong!!" Alex does a half turn to the others, grinning.
"Mister and Misses Washington, Mister Jefferson, meet Theodosia Burr Jr, and Phillip Hamilton." Phillip barks, and Theodosia waves to the other grownups.
"Well, hello there." George smiles, and Theodosia giggles.
"Hi! Daddy's still inside, John won't put on his clothes."
"Again? I thought when he turned three he finally stopped that." Alex walks onto the porch, dodging the door as a naked young boy peels out of the house, followed by Aaron.
"John Pierre Burr, get back here and put on your pants!!" Aaron yells, glancing up at Alex. "Oh, you guys are here! Hold on just a couple of seconds, Pierre won't put on pants..."
"You should have pinned him down." Alex snorts, seeing Aaron glare at him
"He was in the shower before this!" Aaron groans. "Pierre, no!! Don't roll in mud while your naked!" Burr runs down the stairs chasing the young boy. "Alex you know your way around, can you show them to the dining area?"
"Of course, follow me inside, please." Alex leads them into the house as Aaron continues to chase his child.
"I know that isnt Alexander walkin in here without saying Hi." Alex leads them to the living room, chuckling as a dark skinned woman walked out of the kitchen. Her long black hair was tied up in a bun, and her apron was dotted with pancake mix and a couple of marker stains.
"Hey love! Long time no see." He sets Theo jr down, hugging the woman. "Guys, meet Theodosia, Theodosia, the president and his wife, and the secretary of treasury. "
"Well, Aaron didn't tell me about the president coming to breakfast, although I'm sure he told you." Theodosia pinches Alex's cheek, who pulls away, a small blush on his face, It seemed like he was blushing alot around both Theodosia and Aaron.
"Yeah, he was the one who invited us. Sorry that he didn't tell you Theo."
"Eh, I made more than enough pancakes and omlets anyway. Alex, can you go find columbus and tell him it's time to set the table?"
"Yeah of course, where is that lil heathen anyway?" Alex glances out the window, grinning at Aaron trips over himself trying to catch Pierre.
"Alex, I think it's rude to call someones kid a heathen." Thomas chuckles, sitting down on the couch beside Martha.
"I'm not lying, Thomas. Columbus is an absolute heathen." Alexander rolls his eyes.
"Am not uncle Alex!" A older boy ducks past Theodosia, grinning at the grown-ups. "I'm just educated."
"Yeah well take your 'educated' butt into the kitchen and set the table. I'm going to make sure your fathers got Pierre to get his pants on." Theodosia pops him on the back of the head, walking outside. "Breakfast will be ready in a bit."
"When you said Aaron had a big family, I didn't think he had three kids." George says with a small chuckle.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. They had Columbus when we were in college, ah, second year, I think?"
"A, thats wrong, it was the beginning of second quarter in the first year of college. We'd known each other since middle school." Aaron hops the couch, sitting down beside Alex
"Again, I don't want to know about your married bedroom life." Alex jokes, and Aaron laughs, shooting him finger guns.
"Hey, the offer that I made earlier is still up for grabs."
"Theodosiaaaa!" Aaron chuckles again, and Alex grins
"You guys are great friends." Martha says, and both Aaron and Alex nods.
"Well yeah. Those who grow up together-"
"Become great friends. Or enemys. Honestly it depends." Aaron childishly sticks his tounge out at Alexander, which makes Thomas laugh.
"Alright you two children." Theodosia pops both of them on the head. "Breakfast is ready."