Disclaimer: 1) I don't own anything 2) the characters are derived from the musical and are not meant to represent the real founding fathers 3) I am broke AF and don't like piracy, so I haven't seen the musical, only listened to the soundtrack 4) this is going to be the worst of the chapters.

Soulmates are a frightening concept. At least to about 34 percent of Americans. The rates were lower in every other nation, it had something to do with America's individualistic culture, researchers said, although the fact that 42 percent of Americans didn't believe that soulmates had anything to do with fate probably helped.

Soulmates, scientists were now saying, are just as magical as ice expanding when cold, or bees flying, which is to say, not magic at all, just a natural phenomenon that science has yet to explain. It's one of those tricky questions about the brain works that can't be answered quite yet.

What was known was that there was no way of knowing who your soulmate was before you had skin to skin contact, at which point it would be evident immediately. There was no good way of describing what happened internally immediately after touching your soulmate, people usually didn't remember much. From the outside, the pair seemed to act as a single unit, like one person in two bodies. After a few days they were usually back to normal, or as normal as soulmates got. In the end soulmates were reliant on each other forever, they literally needed the other to survive.

Jefferson hated that idea, in his whole life he had only known one person who he would have wanted to spend his whole life with, and she was gone. So he did what about a third of the nation did, he covered up. He always wore suits and gloves and high tight collars, no matter the weather, he might have worn a mask too if that was socially acceptable. He made sure that he was never going to have direct contact with his soulmate, and he looked good while doing it. (at least in his opinion)

Hamilton on the other hand, just didn't think about it that much. He didn't want anything do with his soulmate, of course, he didn't like the idea of being stuck with someone for the rest of his life, that was why Eliza and him had broken up just that Saturday (among other reasons), and why John's crush on him would have to stay only a crush. But he knew that meeting your soulmate was statistically improbable, especially since the only time he went places it was either at work (where skin to skin contact was unlikely to happen, as touching someone at work was considered one of the rudest things you could do) or with friends (with whom skin to skin contact had happened too many times for him to worry). So Hamilton was a little careless when it came to covering up, besides, smartphones worked better if you didn't wear gloves.

It was a regular Tuesday, as most Tuesdays are, Jefferson was warming up his lunch in the breakroom while he complained to James Madison about the project he was working on. Hamilton had sent him a ridiculously stupid plain for the financial project last night, and it was terrible. Long winded, even for Hamilton, and completely idiotic, it had taken the whole moring for Jefferson to read let alone edit. Naturally Jefferson had yet to reply, because unlike some people, he actually thought before he wrote. He was only mildly surprised when Hamilton stormed in as he sat down to eat.

"What are you doing?" Hamilton demanded

"Eating lunch, you should try it" he said, Hamilton, being Hamilton, charged on,

"I sent you the draft for the new financial plan yesterday, have you even looked at it?"

"Yesterday at quarter to midnight, some of us actually sleep you know, and I have read it, and there wasn't a single good idea in there"

"And what would you suggest? Do you even have a plain? Or do you just hate mine" Hamilton leaned on the table in front of Jefferson, taking advantage of the fact that he was sitting to loom over him for once.

"Of course I have a plain" Jefferson said, standing up, "and I don't need your help with it" he smiled arrogantly

"In fact," he said leaning a bit so he loomed directly above Hamilton "the only thing I would like to learn from you is what, exactly you gave Washington to get this job"

Hamilton was silent, his face turning red. Jefferson was feeling pretty proud at the moment, having finally shut Hamilton up. Then Hamilton punched him. Right in the nose. Without gloves.

James Madison had just wanted to have lunch with his friend and get back to work. Really, was that too much to ask? The answer, at least when Hamilton was around, seemed to be yes. He jumped up when Hamilton punched Thomas. Thomas stumbled back a few steps, his hands coming up to hold his nose but not quite getting there, freezing cupped under his face, blood dripped down his chin, falling into his cupped palms, he would be pissed when he realised that Hamilton had ruined a pair of his gloves. Hamilton was completely still, his fist still in the air.

Two things happened at the same time. Aaron Burr walked in, and Thomas and Hamilton lunged at each other. Madison reacted as quickly as he could, jumping between them to hopefully prevent a full blown fist fight, Aaron Burr seemed to have the same idea, because he grabbed Hamilton from behind. Hamilton struggled against Burr, and Thomas was struggling to get around Madison.

"Thomas calm down, you don't need to sink to his level" Madison was saying

"It doesn't matter how much Washington likes you, if you don't cut this out you'll lose your job for sure" Burr hissed to Hamilton.

Hamilton and Thomas said nothing, they didn't acknowledge their friends in any way, the only thing either of them seemed to have on their minds was the other. There was a sudden sharp exhale from Burr, Madison turned his head to look at them when he felt Thomas's hand on his shoulder and he was shoved to the side, his hip banged painfully into the edge of the table.

Madison winced at the sharp pain in his hip, but strangely did not hear a fight, he turned to see what was going on. Burr was standing in the doorway, holding his stomach and heaving for breath, looking just as surprised as Madison felt.

Hamilton and Thomas were not fighting, they were hugging.

"I'll go get Washington" Burr said