Considered for Mercy

Thomas felt horrible that day. After waking up late and getting to work nearly two hours later, he felt a migraine come up. He sat in the lunch room, feeling like his head was splitting apart from what was going on. The only thing good that happened was when Alexander walked into the breakroom.

He had managed to sit up for a couple of seconds and opened his eyes more, smiling at the man.

"Hamilton." He says respectfully, his smile getting wider when Alex smiles back at him.

"Jefferson." Alexander says back, grabbing his lunch and a pot, like each day. Thomas watches as he walks out, slumping back over when he leaves.

"Mon aime, you should get home." Lafayette says. "You are not well."

"I can't, Laf. I have so much work I still need to finish." He sighs, rubbing his eyes. "Besides, James drove me here, and he's busy today." He waves at his best friend as he walks in with Maria Lewis, watching again as they both watch out. "I don't want to take a cab."

"Then I'll drive you home, Mon Aime." Lafayette says gently, putting a hand on his back. "You need to get home."

"I don't wanna bother you." Thomas mumbles out, and Lafayette chuckles.

"Your not bothering me, Thomas. You are my cousin, you'd never bother me." Thomas raises an eyebrow for a couple of seconds, but stops when it gets to hard. He huffs.

"Fine." Lafayette stands up, helping Thomas out of the room.

"We'll go to Washington and tell him we're leaving early, and then I'll drive you home and make sure you get your medicine and get some sleep."

"You don't have to do this, Laf." Thomas mumbles, and Laf grins.

"Like I said before, you are Mon cousin, I'm kinda stuck with you."

"Hey!" Thomas huffs, wincing as his head hurts more. "Asshole."

"Mmm, nah." They walk to Washington's office, and Thomas stops before they walk any further, staring at  Alexander, who was standing infront of  Washington's office, looking at the two secret service standing infront of the doors.

"I just have to talk with George, okay? I have papers that are important to get to him-"

"He's in a meeting with his senior advisor."

"That hasn't stopped me from going in before, what the hell??"

"She's asked them not to be disturbed, sir." Alexander huffs, turning around to leave, he spots Lafayette and Thomas.

"Hey, guys- is he okay?" Alexander walks up to them, and Lafayette nods.

"Migraines. I'm taking him home."

"Ah, I dunno, Laf. We really need you here. Adams isn't here today." Alex glances between them both. "How about I take him home?" Thomas blinks, looking at Alexander.

"Mon petit lion, I couldn't-"

"Dude, I've struggled him back to my house before while he was drunk. I'm sure it'll be fine with me taking him home. Aaron can take over for me today, Madison for Jefferson. You can take Adams spot, since the dumbass didn't come in."

"Alex, I-i mean, are you sure-"

"Give him here." Lafayette hesitates before letting his brother go, and Alex grabs onto Thomas' arm. "Just tell Washington I went home early. I'll call Angelica and ask her to take Maria home tonight." Thomas leans against Alex, mumbling a thank you, and Alex smiles a bit.

"Just cmon you big baby. Let's get you home."

: :

The car ride was hell for Thomas. Every bump the car did made his head hurt even more. He hated it. He hated everything. He hated himself for not bringing his medicine. He kept his mouth shut through the whole ride, listening to the GPS guide them to his home away from home. At that moment, he missed Montecello. The house here in DC (One he's dubbed Tuckahoe, after his childhood home; God did he miss his home) wasnt as big as Montecello, and often he remininsed about the feilds of his bigger home and the gardens he kept there.

Sometimes he felt bad for bringing his dog, Bergère, ( or Buzzy, as he had nicknamed her), and her pups, Socks (Formerly known as Clermont), and Ceres with him to Tuckahoe. They had room to run around, but it was never enough room. Buzzy was a sheepdog, and back at Montecello she would lead the sheep into the pens, or out onto the country side. Here she was just laying around all day, or playing with her pups, or sleeping. Thomas knew it was most likely boring.

"Thomas, hey, Thomas?" Thomas blinks back to reality, glancing up at Alexander, who was standing beside him. When had they arrived...??? "We're here, are you okay?"

"Ah.. Y-yeah, just dozed off, I guess..." He wobbles as he stands up, and Alexander grabs him, holding him close. Thomas' face goes red, and he forces himself not to shove Alexander away from him. "Help me inside, yeah? And then you can go back to work."

"I'll go back to work when your good, dude." Alex starts moving twords the door, holding his hand tightly. "Right now, I'm staying here. I'm sure George won't mind." He holds out his hand and Thomas places his keys in Alexander's hands, watching him fiddle with the lock before pushing the door open.

"Wait." Thomas says, holding Alex back before he could walk in. "Gotta be careful. My dogs are somewhere in the house and I don't want them hurting you." Alex chuckles.

"Aw, you DO care about me." He lets Thomas go in first before he heads in, and true to Thomas' word, Buzzy, Socks, and Ceres runs up to them, barking. Thomas winces, and Alexander swats at the dogs, jumping as Buzzy snaps at him.

"Stop barking! Stop it, go away! Thomas isn't feeling well." Alexander shuts the door behind them, setting Thomas down on the couch.

"Medicines in my room.. on the dresser..." Thomas grumbles. "It's the master bedroom, third room on the right.

"Alright. Try and sleep, alright?" Alexander let's Buzzy follow him up the stairs, following the dog to Thomas' bedroom. It was a huge room, almost bigger than his old apartment and definitely bigger than his current room. He steps inside, setting his computer bag down on the bed as he marvels the room.

"Like what you see?" Alex jumps, whirling around to stare at Thomas, who had followed him up. "Did you find my medicine?"

"You got up here fast." Alex takes a bottle of water and a thing of medicine off the dresser, handing it to him.

"Socks and Ceres helped me up." Thomas opens the medicine bottle, pouring three pills onto his hand before taking a swig of water. "Thanks." Alexander nods, grabbing his bag as Thomas passes by him to lay down.

"Is it alright if i-"

"You can take the guest room."  Thomas sits on his bed, shucking off his shoes. "It's just right beside here."

"Oh, thanks!" Alex smiles. "Get some rest, Thomas."

: :

Thomas groaned as he feels Buzzy jump onto him. She whimpers, licking his face. He tries to bury his face deeper into his covers but Buzzy grabs them, yanking them away from his face.

"Go away you whore, you've already had food. I made sure to fill your bowls before coming upstairs earlier." He grumbles out, and yet she doesnt leave him alone, tugging on his sweatpants. That's when he sat up, shoving her off the bed. "Okay, okay you bastard." He grumbled. "I'm up, I'm up." 

He watches Buzzy spin around before leaving the room, and he follows her, yawning. It was dark out, Alexander must have left by now. Thomas should have known Alexander wouldn't have stayed here, he had his own life, and besides, Alexander didn't like him like Thomas liked Alexander. It was a simple crush that had spiked over the two week break they had taken, and often during that time he had watched Alexander while the man had worked on his computer, slightly wishing he had the courage to ask him out.

Buzzy bites his leg, and he yelps, about to glare at the dog before he realises where they were. They were infront of the guest room, and Thomas could see clearly the light was still on. Maybe Alexander had stayed over after all. Buzzy scratches at the door, and Thomas realises that Socks and Ceres must have shut the door by accident and gotten locked inside. He knocks on the door, and when he gets no awnser, he opens it. 

Alexander was face down on the desk, his computer still open. A light snore comes from him, and Thomas realises he's asleep, letting his racing heart calm down. He pads over to Alex, making sure not to step on the puppies, who were running aroud the chair, shaking the man.

"Hamilton?" Alex doesnt respond, and Thomas shakes him harder. "Alexander, dude, wake up."

"Le-m alone, Ria... Tired..." Thomas huffs as the man begins to fall back asleep, glancing him over. If Alexander didnt move much... He bends down a bit, putting his arm underneath Alex's legs and pulling Alex against his bare chest. He stumbles a bit as he pulls Alexander fully into his arms, managing to stay on balance. Thomas walks to the bed, setting Alexander down on it. He covers Alex up, staring for a couple of seconds before kissing  him on the cheek.

"Goodnight Alexander." He whispers before closing the laptop and turning off the light. He glances down at Buzzy, who lays down beside Alex's bed. He leaves her there, cracking the door before heading back to his own bed, letting sleep once again take him as his head hit the pillows.