A/N: There are some Walking Dead spoilers in this chapter.


TJEFFSOWEEN: It must be nice to have Washington on your side.
negan-killed-peg: what does that mean, Jefderson?
TJEFFSOWEEN: Ask Hamilton


Alexander walked into his and John's apartment. John turned the TV off and stood up.

"How'd the meeting go?" He asked. "I'm guessing it went okay. Since you're not dead."

"I'm suspended." Alexander replied. "But Washington really saved my ass. Told the dean that Jefferson's been picking on me since I got here. Got me off the hook with the dean anyway. Washington suspended me."

"Oh man, I'm sorry." John said. "Guess there's not gonna be a Halloween party, huh?"

"Oh no, Hamilween is going ahead as planned." Alexander smirked.

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme blasted from John's pocket. Alexander's gaze drifted down.

"You gonna get that?" Alexander asked.

"It's not me." John shrugged.

"John. Turtles. It's you." Alexander folded his arms. "I'm not an idiot."

John sighed and pulled his phone from his pocket and answered it. The voice on the other end definitely belonged to one of the Schuylers.

"Should I start planning Alex's funeral?"

"No, Peggy, he's standing right here in front of me." John looked at Alexander in a way that he wanted Alexander to say something.

"Hi Peggy!" Alexander shouted.

"Wow. Can't believe he survived that one."

"Well, George Washington loves him, so-"

"Oh my god, that must be what Jefferson was talking about earlier!"

"Why?" Alexander shouted.

"Yeah, what did he say?" John asked. "Hang on, I'm gonna put you on speaker." He tapped his phone screen. "Go ahead."

"It was on the group chat." Alexander heard Peggy's voice a lot clearer. "He said something like 'it must be nice to have Washington on your side'. It's weird, right?"

"He's just being a dick as usual, Peggy." Alexander said dismissively.

"No, see, I don't think he is." Peggy said. She sounded contemplative. "That definitely sounded... Threat-y to me."

"You think Jefferson was threatening Alex?" John asked.

"I'd nod, but this isn't Skype." Peggy replied. "So yes."

"Dude." John turned to Alexander. "This ain't over."

"Ye-no shit, Watson." Alexander rolled his eyes. It was just like Jefferson to threaten him.

"Anyway, Laf and I will be around after our lecture with Professor North." Peggy chuckled. "He's the guy who insists we call him Lord North, but man, I am not doing that."

"See you two soon, Peggy." John said.

"Yeah, bye!" Alexander blurted out.

John hung up the phone.

"Uh... Coffee?" Alexander suggested.

"You know the dean's gonna call your foster parents." John said.

"He might not." Alexander said.

"Yeah, but if Peggy said that Jefferson said something vaguely threatening, you know he's gonna follow through." John put his hand on Alexander's shoulder.

"John, I've known you and the Schuylers for years."

"About three."

"Years." Alexander repeated himself. "I trust Peggy. I know that Jefferson is probably planning something. But I doubt he's going to get the dean to sic my foster parents on me. Besides, I've moved out. I'm living with you now. And I'm 19. What can they do?"
"Send you back to Nevis?"

"No way! I have a legal permit to study here!" Alexander scoffed. "Jefferson can't do anything."

"Unless he goes to the police and presses charges."

"Yeah, but you're my witness, buddy. Just tell them that Jefferson started it."

"Alexander... Just watch your back." John said with a slight sigh.

Alexander simply nodded.


As promised, Peggy and Lafayette came over after their last lecture. They were accompanied by Angelica and Maria and Eliza, who was just very happy to see Alexander alive. She wrapped both of her arms around him and held him tightly as if she hadn't seen him in years.

Following the Schuylers were Aaron and Theo, then James and finally Hercules, whose final lecture ran late.

Until Hercules arrived, Alexander was hard at work on his essays, leaving John to entertain the guests. It also prompted Aaron to say "he's just non-stop", which got a chuckle from everyone. They knew what Alex was like.

"Okay." Alexander closed his laptop after saving his work about five times in a row. "Time to get planning some Halloween shit."

"What did you have in mind, Alexander?" Hercules asked.

"Nothing. I was hoping you guys would help come up with something." Alexander replied. "I mean, I want to throw a party and that's about it."

"Well, it's not like we could have a haunted house." Angelica said. "If it's just going to be in Alex and John's tiny apartment."

"Haunted apartment!" Lafayette suggested loudly.

"Yes! Walking Dead themed!" Peggy shouted.

"Yes!" Theodosia agreed.

"Nothing's going to be Walking Dead themed in my apartment!" John shouted over the hubbub of people talking over each other.

"You're still keeping the haunted apartment idea?" Lafayette asked as they sat down on the couch. They put their arm around Peggy.

"It's a good idea, Laf." Peggy patted Lafayette on their chest.

"How can we have a haunted apartment if we're having a party?" Alexander asked.

"How about you have, how you say, scary things. Hidden around the apartment." Lafayette suggested.

"You mean Easter in Halloween?" Eliza asked.

"No, Easter in Halloween sounds good." Alexander nodded.

"You mean drunk people finding spaghetti and meatballs in the dark and mistaking it for brains?" Maria asked.

"That is exactly what I mean!" Lafayette giggled.

"We can have that Walking Dead theme after all!" Peggy cried jubilantly.

"Just as long as it's not Glenn's brains." Theodosia winced slightly.

"Ooh man. Yeah. That was unpleasant." Angelica said.

"Actually that was downright gross." Aaron shook his head. "Sickening. Did you even watch the same episode I did?"

"He was still alive trying to talk and his head was all caved in and oh my god that was terrible." James agreed.

"And poor old Abraham, man. Didn't deserve that end either." Peggy said.

"What? Being beaten to death by a baseball bat wielding psychopath?" Angelica asked.

"You know Negan's barbed wire baseball bat is called Lucille, Angelica." Eliza rolled her eyes.

"At least Abraham's last words were, what, suck my balls?" Theodosia shrugged.

John and Alexander stood there just watching the discussion over the latest episode of the Walking Dead with a mix of shock and confusion on their faces.

"What. On. Earth.?" Alexander shouted to get everyone's attention after around ten minutes more of the Walking Dead.

"At least Daryl didn't get Lucille'd." Maria finished.

"No! This isn't going to be a Walking Dead party!" Alexander shouted again.

"Boo Alex!" Peggy heckled. "One click and I can get Jefferson here."

"Alexander Hamilton is immune to blackmail so there." Alexander folded his arms childishly.

"Hercules!" John broke the silence. "Since you don't want to make any Halloween costumes, how about you go and uh... Pick out the decorations?" He suggested.

"Yeah. I can do that." Hercules nodded.

"Lafayette?"

"Oui."

"How would you and Peggy like to do the cooking?" Alexander suggested. "Sort out the food."

"I wanted to do the food!" Angelica said.

"So did I!" Eliza huffed.

"Fine, Laf and the Schuyler sisters are doing the food." Alexander said. "John, are you noting this?"

"No."

"Well, note it."

"Okay." John said, much like a young teenager. He picked up a pen and some scrap paper.

"Lafayette, Peggy, Eliza and Angelica are doing the food." Alexander said. "And Hercules is sorting out the decorations."

"Who's doing the costumes?" John asked.

"I'll do it." Theodosia raised her hand.

"Okay. Theo's doing the costumes." Alexander nodded. "The drinks?"

"Aaron can do that." Theodosia said.

"I'm fine either way." Aaron shrugged.

Alexander let out a soft groan. "Stop being so flip floppy. I swear you're worse than Mitt Romney in 2012 for that shit, Aaron."

"Laf and the Schuylers are doing the food, Hercules is doing the decorations, Theo's doing the costumes, Aaron's doing the drinks. John and I are hosting and helping everyone else, particularly Hercules. That leaves Maria and James."

"I'll sort the music." Maria said.

"And I'll spread the word." James said.

"Mmm. Okay. Just don't invite Jeffersuck-son. Jefferson." Alexander rushed to correct himself.

"Okay. Everyone has their job." John scribbled on the paper. Food, decorations, costumes, drinks, music, promotion and hosting." He listed. "Now get out there and do it!"


A/N: What is Jefferson planning? Hmm...

Also, historical fact time!

Frederick North was the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom at the time of the American Revolution-in fact, he led the UK into the war. He also preferred to be called by his title, Lord North.