(A/N - Welcome to my newest Hamilton fic, Double Crossed! This story will be told from Alex and John's point of views. Enjoy!)
Alex's POV
"I'll see you after work. I love you." I said to my wife Eliza, kissing her on the cheek.
"I love you, too." She smiled as I walked out the door.
I walked to my car in the driveway and got in, then backed out and pulled into the street. A few minutes into my drive, I got to a red light that was notorious for being long, so I pulled my phone out of my laptop bag and opened Facebook. I scrolled through until I heard a horn honk behind me, so I pumped the gas.
When I finally got to work, I pulled into the parking lot and walked into my building, the New York Post headquarters. I rode the elevator to the fourth floor where my office was.
As I walked into my team's meeting room that lead to my office, I saw a man I didn't recognize. He was sitting facing away from me, so all I could see was the back of his head. He had long, brunette and curly hair that was in a ponytail behind his head, and was wearing a gray sweater.
"Thank you for joining us, Hamilton." My boss, George Washington said. He was sitting at the head of the table.
"Sorry I'm late." I replied, going to sit down at my usual spot at the conference table, which just so happened to be next to this man. "I overslept." As I sat down, I looked over and saw the mans face. He had hazelnut colored skin with hazel eyes, and freckles all over his face.
"Long night with the missus, huh Hamilton?" Lafayette, Who was sitting across from me, suggested.
"Oh, shut up, Lafayette." I said.
I looked back at the man who was sitting next to me. I gazed into his hazel eyes, and almost got lost in them. I suddenly became very aware of the wedding ring on my left hand. I toyed with it on my finger as Washington introduced the man.
"Everyone, this is John Laurens. He will be joining our team." Washington explained. "He previously worked for a California-based paper before moving out to New York."
"Hello." Laurens said. I smiled just a little. He had a soothing voice.
"How about we go around and introduce ourselves?" Washington suggested.
Lafayette, Who was sitting to Washington's left, started. "Hi, I'm Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette." He recited, and everyone around the room snickered. "But you can call me Lafayette."
Next, Jefferson, Who was sitting to Lafayette's left, went. "Hello. I'm Thomas Jefferson."
"James Madison." Madison, who was sitting to Jefferson's left, said next.
Next, Mulligan, Who was sitting to Washington's right, and my left, said. "Hercules Mulligan. Nice to meet you." He reached over me to Laurens, and they shook hands.
"Alexander Hamilton." I said next, holding out my hand for him to shake it. When he did, I blushed a little.
"Well, then. Let's get started." Washington said, and all eyes were on him again as we started our meeting.
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John's POV
At the end of the meeting, I stood up from my seat at the same time as the man next to me, Hamilton, I think. I knew the guy with the really long name mentioned he was married, but god he was hot. I accidentally bumped into him as I stood up.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I said.
"No worries." He smiled as he picked up his laptop bag.
"Hey, Umm, Do you mind showing me around the office?" I asked him.
"Sure." He replied, then gestured to the room we were in. "This is the conference room, but we work out here somtimes to get some air. There's way more windows in here than in the offices."
The room had a long table with eight chairs around it in the middle, the one we just had our meeting at, a coffee station in the corner, and a whole wall of windows. The view was of the parking lot, but the natural light was nice.
Next, he gestured around to the four doors lining the walls. They each had two names on the front, except for one.
"This first one is Washington's office." He started, pointing to the one on the far right. "Then mine, and I wasn't sharing with anyone before, so I guess it's also yours, then Mulligan and Lafayette's, and then Madison and Jefferson's."
"That's a lot of names to keep straight." I joked.
"Well, the names are on the doors, so that helps." He suggested nicely as he lead me into our shared office. I grabbed the box of work stuff I had brought with me as we walked towards the door. Inside, there were two large desks pushed up against and facing each other, both covered in papers.
"I would've cleaned up in here if before if I knew I was getting an office mate." He said, moving all the papers off the desk on the left over to the right.
"It's cool." I said as I looked around the rest of the small office. Hamilton was right about the light. There were no windows in this office at all. Once he cleaned off the desk, I put my box down and started unpacking. It was mostly work stuff. Writing supplies, laptop, stuff like that, but I also had a picture of my pet turtle. I smiled as I put it down on my desk.
"What's the picture of?" Hamilton asked.
"My pet turtle." I replied, turning it around so he could see it. "His name is Bubbles."
"That's so cute." He laughed. When he did, I blushed a little. His laugh was kind of sexy.
I sat down and turned on my computer, then opened my email to find my first assignment from Washington. As I was reading it, Hamilton asked, "So, why did you move from California?"
"I got tired of all the drunk people." I joked. "I lived in San Francisco, and my apartment got robbed on a weekly basis. I needed to get out of there, and I always wanted to come to New York, so I decided, what the hell? Why not?"
"Well, that's always a good reason to move." He laughed.
"Have you lived here your whole life?" I asked.
"No. I moved here when I was nineteen from the Caribbean." He explained. "Both my parents died, and I just wanted a change of pace."
"Well, me moving across the country sounds sane next to you moving to a complete new country." I laughed.
"Yeah, I guess so." He laughed with me. "Welcome to the team, Laurens."
"Thank you, Hamilton." I smiled. I was happy to know I would have friends here.
