ALRIGHT the name game is going to get really freaking confusing here but chill it should make some sense...?
If you get confused just look at how the characters act.
Okay, now that that's (not really) sorted out, here's the story! Enjoy!
"That's the weirdest rug I've ever seen."
Jefferson and Hamilton, the latter of which having just spoken, stared at a light blue rug on the floor with golden arrows stitched into the center, circling counterclockwise. A piece of parchment carelessly tossed on top of it read, "PLEASE TAKE, FREE."
"Well, if you don't like it, then I'll just take it." Jefferson stepped onto the rug to look at it more closely.
Hamilton followed the path of the arrows on the rug, walking in circles as he said, "Just because I think it's weird doesn't mean I don't like it."
"Well, I like it more." Jefferson shuffled his feet on the rug as he talked.
Hamilton let out a snort. "Childish arguments like that won't get you anywhere, Jefferson."
"Me? Childish?" Jefferson gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "Well, if you're just here to make up false accusations I suppose I'll just take the rug, since you obviously don't care about it."
Jefferson stepped off the rug and tugged at a corner, making Hamilton stumble as the rug moved underneath him.
"Jefferson," Hamilton said in warning. Jefferson responded by pulling harder, causing Hamilton to slip and fall on his face.
"Jefferson!" Hamilton snapped, trying to get up but being stopped by the rug moving again.
Jefferson stepped back onto the rug to stare down at Hamilton, starting to laugh hysterically as Hamilton got to his feet, his face red. However, his laughter was quickly stopped as Hamilton shoved him, sending an electrical shock through both of them that flung them in opposite directions onto the floor. They stayed there winded for several peaceful seconds before finally coming to their senses.
Hamilton felt his head and groaned, starting to sit up. His eyes were tightly shut in pain. "That was the nastiest shock I've ever gotten."
Jefferson rubbed his eyes, a slightly confused expression on his face. "Wait, I didn't say that..."
The two men finally met each other's eyes, and there was a very long pause during which they tried to comprehend what had just happened.
"My god," Hamilton (Jefferson?) stammered.
"We switched bodies?!" Jefferson (Hamilton?) shrieked.
"Of course we did, genius," Hamilton snapped rudely. "No need to state the obvious."
Jefferson narrowed his eyes, making Hamilton snort with laughter. "Is that what I look like when I mad? Man, no wonder Washington doesn't take me seriously!"
"That sounds so weird coming from my own mouth." Jefferson muttered, disliking how he was saying things that he didn't say, if that makes any sense. He paused before adding, "How on Earth did this happen?"
"Heck if I know," Hamilton snorted. "You don't learn about voodoo magic stuff in college."
Jefferson stared at the carpet thoughtfully, although his face was contorted into an irritated look. "Well, let's see... First we stood on the carpet. We were shuffling our feet on it and rolling on it, which meant we were conducting electricity... And when we shocked each other, we swapped bodies...?"
The two shared an equally confused look.
"That last sentence made absolutely no sense," Hamilton commented. A frown started to form on his face, but his eyes widened and the frown was replaced by a wicked grin that Jefferson found quite disturbing.
Jefferson, who had an equally fast mind to Hamilton, started to understand why Hamilton was smiling.
"Don't you dare ruin my reputation," Jefferson snarled, but Hamilton ignored him.
Both of them attempted to get up at the same time, and both of them either stumbled or fell for different reasons.
Hamilton staggered slightly, leaning against a wall for support. His eyes were wide in surprise and his smile was growing. Jefferson, on the other hand, yelped in pain as one of his legs collapsed underneath him, and, being attached to it, he fell with it.
"What did you do to your leg?" Jefferson gasped, finding the cane on the floor and grabbing it before Hamilton could.
Hamilton had the nerve to smirk at Jefferson's misfortune. "You know, most people ask me that when they first meet me."
"It's not my fault that you're a total jerk and I hate you because of that so I literally don't care at all about your health."
"Aw, how sweet." Hamilton managed to stand upright, clearly not used to having two good legs and walking without a cane.
"Well, see ya!" Hamilton exclaimed, stumbling in the direction of the door and falling flat on his face.
Jefferson burst into a bout of laughter upon seeing this and started to use the cane to push himself up as Hamilton tried to recover. He carefully shifted his weight so that he could lean on the cane, wondering how Jefferson handled this every day.
Jefferson thought about Jefferson, Jefferson noted. Common sense had clearly gone out the window the moment he and his nemesis had swapped bodies.
Jefferson attempted to follow Hamilton, who had gotten to his feet and was opening the door, as quickly as he could, but it's hard to do that when you have an injured leg and a cane that you don't know how to use.
It took a minute or so of tripping a lot and having to listen to Hamilton snicker as he watched, but Jefferson finally managed to get a hold of travelling with a cane.
"Well then," Hamilton said, smirking. "Are you done falling for me?"
Jefferson's face reddened and he momentarily put all of his weight on his uninjured leg in order to lift his cane and poke Hamilton in the face. "As if."
Hamilton pushed the cane away and ran out of the room, cackling in a very un-Hamilton-like way.
Growling in frustration, Jefferson realized he had two options: Protect his legacy or ruin Jefferson's. He really wanted to ruin Jefferson's life, but his legacy always came first.
(Little did Hamilton know that the next time he would come to that decision, he would destroy his career and his life.)
Jefferson started to head in Hamilton's direction, but he spotted Madison walking down another hallway towards him, coughing into a handkerchief.
This is too good an opportunity to ignore.
"Thomas, do you have a moment?" Madison was now only a yard or two away from him.
"I always have a moment for you, James." Jefferson wiggled his eyebrows and made finger guns.
Madison failed to hide his blush as he said, "Thomas, we're already in a relationship, you don't have to use terrible pickup lines."
Jefferson tried to keep a straight face. Madison and Jefferson are in a relationship? He started to think of ways he could use this information against Jefferson, but his thoughts were interrupted by Madison.
"Anyway, do you want to, you know, get dinner later? After work ends? That is, as long as you don't have any meetings..."
"Jamesie, I am as free as the United States of America."
Madison's face lit up. "Great! I'll see you later then!" Madison glanced around to check nobody was watching, then quickly kissed Jefferson on the cheek before leaving the room, a definite skip in his step.
Jefferson watched Madison go, a shocked and very awkward look as well as a blush on his face. He stood there for perhaps a minute, before remembering that he had to find Hamilton. Not wasting another moment, he ran down the opposite hallway in search of himself/his nemesis.
Hamilton figured the first person to go to would be Washington. An idea was already forming in his head of what he could do, all based off of a small moment when Hamilton had muttered I'm not your son under his breath in Washington's direction after the latter person had discreetly called him son in the middle of a conversation.
Finding Washington's office, Hamilton decided to skip knocking and try the doorknob instead. It was unlocked, so Hamilton burst into the room cheerfully, startling Washington.
"Son, I'd prefer if you knock next time," Washington said stiffly, quickly regaining his composure.
"Oh, sorry, father! I forgot!" Hamilton plastered an innocent smile on his face as he said the word "father."
The effect was instantaneous- Washington's eyes widened and it was clear he was holding back a giant grin. Hamilton had clearly never returned his sentiments- until now.
"I thought you hated it when I called you son!"
"Oh, you know Hamilton can't hide his true emotions forever. Hamilton also tends to be very open with people."
"Why are you talking about yourself in the third person?"
"Oh, sorry, heat of the moment! I got a little mixed up!" Hamilton knew his cover was almost blown and decided to make a quick, discreet exit.
"WELL THEN SEE YA!" Hamilton yelled suddenly, making Washington jump. He then ran backwards out of the room and down the hall, turning around to look where he was going only when he almost knocked over a vase.
Real smooth.
Hamilton turned the next corner and crashed into himself/Jefferson. Both of them fell backwards, winded, hitting the floor with small thuds.
Hamilton groaned and rubbed his head. "Ugh, not again..."
Jefferson recovered faster, grabbing Hamilton's arm. "What did you do?"
Hamilton gave Jefferson an innocent smile, which ended up looking more creepy than cute.
"Oh, nothing much. I'm sure you'll find out later."
Jefferson narrowed his eyes. Hamilton had definitely done something that he thought would ruin Jefferson's life.
"That's it. You're not doing anything else." Jefferson stood up, pulling Hamilton with him. After the initial shock of realizing how light Hamilton was, Jefferson then lifted Hamilton off the floor, laughing uncontrollably.
"How does it feel to be the one being carried?" Jefferson managed to wheeze.
"Put me down, Hamilton!" Hamilton screeched.
"Nope," Jefferson told him cheerily. "You're coming with me." Jefferson dodged Hamilton's flailing arms and legs and carried him back to the room with the magic carpet. There was a bit of difficultly opening the door while carrying an angry Hamilton, but eventually the two had made it back into the room.
Suddenly feeling determined to end this fiasco, Jefferson ran to the carpet and shuffled his feet on it, feeling electricity crackle beneath him. Slowly and slowly it built up, until-
There was a flash of light and Jefferson dropped Hamilton, both of the falling to the ground for the third time that day.
Hamilton rolled off the carpet and onto the floor, wiggling around happily despite how strange it must have looked. "Finally, my own body! I need to bathe immediately to get all the Jefferson off." He shuddered suddenly as he remembered that his nemesis had been controlling his body only seconds ago.
Jefferson, still lying on the rug, stared at the ceiling. "Well that was the strangest day of my life," he commented. Then he added, surprisingly blunt. "Do you agree to never speak of this again?"
"No one would believe us if we did!" Hamilton snorted, throwing his arms in the air.
There was a pause.
"You can have the rug," Hamilton said suddenly.
Jefferson started laughing without warning. "Do you honestly think I still want it after all of this?" He wheezed. "I never want to see that fuzzy nightmare mat again!"
"Then throw it away or something! Nobody would notice!" Hamilton started to get to his feet as he spoke, staggering momentarily as he regained the use of his left leg.
Jefferson scrambled to his feet, grabbing his cane as he did so. "But-"
Hamilton interrupted him, already at the opened door. "By the way, you have a date with Madison tonight. Don't be late."
And with that, Hamilton left the room, leaving a very shocked Jefferson to wonder what on earth Hamilton had done.
I hope you all liked this little story! Thank you for reading this, and please review telling me what you thought!
(No more requests for this story, I am somehow overwhelmed by the two requests I got and cannot handle the responsibility.)