Ship: None! (Well, platonic Mullette.)
AU: Hear me out!
Imagine, that Laurens didn't die. That he's in hiding and Alex doesn't know.
Now, what if Jefferson and Madison actually WERE Lafayette and Hercules who were rebuilding their lives. 1. So Lafayette wouldn't be thrown in prison, and 2. Because Hercules was being shunned (for some reason, doesn't matter.)
I just... what if they made new lives?
TW: Swearing? Is that a TW
Don't think about it that much.
ALSO MODERN AU BUT THEY STILL WORK IN CONGRESS
AHHHHHHH! I'll be calling them both Thomas and Lafayette or James and Hercules, just keep in mind James is Hercules. They're the same person. Does that make sense? They've created fake identities.
Alex's P.O.V
I've been working with George Washington in congress for... about three weeks now. And, it's fine.
I heard that a new guy is coming back from France to be Secretary of State, which is exciting. I hope to god it'll get things off my back, like the whiskey tax and such.
"Hamilton?"
I glanced up from my desk, stilling my mind and clearing it of thoughts. "Yes, sir?" George Washington was standing in my doorway, leaning slightly against the frame.
"Care to join me in welcoming our Secretary of State?" He smiled fatherly, and I stood, placing my favourite pen back into the pot. I try to keep tidy.
Washington led me down the stairs, (I don't understand why we didn't take the elevator,) and out to the lobby, a large open space. We were only kept waiting for 30 seconds before the doors opened and two men walked. Almost equal in height, and I recognised one as James Madison. This new guy, god forbid, was dressed in a frivolous magenta suit, accompanied by a cane and a slight limp. He had hair just like my old friend Lafayette, except he kept his down. When I look at him, he does remind me of Laf.
"Mr. Jefferson, welcome home." George stuck out his hand.
I leapt in, not wanting to lose my chance and shook Jefferson's hand firmly. "Mr. Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton." He shot Madison a look of distress and slight disgust before pushing me aside and shaking Washington's hand with a grin.
"Mr. Jefferson, welcome home!" Washington repeated, he seemed rather... embarrassed? In me? No!
James was smiling fondly, which was unusual for him, as Jefferson made his way back to standing by him. Ah, they must be friends. Jefferson cleared his throat before speaking. "So, what'd I miss?" His voice came out in an annoyingly clear Southern accent, yet another Virginian. Ughhh.
George asked Mr. Jefferson and Mr. Madison to follow him and dismissed me off to my office. I was a tad bit offended, but briskly walked away despite that feeling.
3rd Person P.O.V
Thomas and James followed after Washington as they walked towards the elevator. They clambered inside in silence, until the doors closed.
"It's nice to have you back, Lafayette." George smiled, pressing the floor 3 button.
He looked in shock to ""James"", his words coming out in blabbers. "Pardon?"
Washington chuckled. "I've known you for so long, I can tell it's you." He turned to Her-James. "And Hercules, I see you did well studying politics."
The two looked down. "Okay, so you caught us. You understand why we're doing this right?" Hercules murmured, fixing his gray jacket.
George nodded. "Of course I do, so I won't tell anyone." He tapped his nose. "And, Laf. That's an excellent American accent."
Lafayette smiled. "Merci, Monsieur Washington." He let his French accent shine through, until the doors opened.
"Right, Mr. Jefferson, your office is the second one on the right. Madison's office is just across from yours." George opened the door, and Thomas went inside. "James, I expect you'll help Thomas here prepare for the cabinet meeting?"
James nodded and followed Thomas inside. Jefferson locked the door and sunk into his swivel desk chair. "You alright, Laf?"
Lafayette let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I dunno, Herc. This is gonna be difficult." He chuckled nervously.
Hercules returned this laugh. "We probably should prepare for the meeting."
"Ugh."
"Madison, you mad as a hatter, so take your medicine!" Hercules had never wanted to punch his best friend so much. Ever. "Damn, you in worse shape than the national debt is in! Sittin' there useless as two shits, hey turn around, bend over, I'l show you where my shoe fits!" He went to jump up, but Lafayette beat him to it, running forward in anger. Washington stood between them, frowning.
"EXCUSE ME! Madison, Jefferson, take a walk. Hamilton, take a walk! We will reconvene after a brief recess." He shot Alexander a glare. "Hamilton!"
"Yes, sir?"
"A word."
"You don't have the votes." Hercules spat, still feeling the rage.
"You don't have the votes!" Lafayette laughed before continuing with a smug smirk.
"You're gonna need congressional approval, and you don't have the votes!" The two were pretty fed up with the way Alexander had treated them, even if he didn't know who they actually were.
"Such a blunder, sometimes it makes me wonder, why I even bring the thunder!" Lafayette turned on his heel and walked off with his head held high.
Hercules smirked, raised his eyebrows and spat. "Why he even brings the thunder."
Lafayette huffed, storming into the elevator. "I cannot believe him!"
Hercules quickly agreed. "He-He's such an... an!" He just huffed again, stamping his foot.
They arrived at floor three and went into separate offices.
Time Skip to after Cabinet Battle 2! (But before Washington on your side)
Hercules wiggled the door handle to Lafayette's office, finding it open and walking inside. "Thomas?" He closed the door with a click and turned the lock. He turned around to find Lafayette with his head on his desk, quiet and choked sobs coming from him. "Are you alright, Laf?"
"We're not getting help! He's just going to leave us!" Lafayette cried into his desk, his hair being soaked.
Hercules crouched by Lafayette. "Hey, it's alright."
"I'm not sure how much I can keep this up, Herc!"
Alex paused outside. His knuckle was raised to knock, when he heard someone cry, "this up, Herc!" And was unsure why, of all people, Thomas was talking about Hercules. How did he even know Herc?!"
"Hey, calm down. You know we have to keep it up, unless you want to go to jail!" It was muffled, but sounded like James Madison. What were they talking about!?
There was a soft sob.
"Why couldn't we just hide?" Alex didn't hear what was said, but the accent wasn't American. It was morphing into French. "Like Laurens!" Alex crumpled at the sound of his dead best friend. Again, questioning how the two Virginians knew him!
"Laurens is in hiding in Scotland with his wife and child, you know that. This option made the most sense, since John asked us to check up on Alex." Alexander's eyes narrowed. He needed to know what was going on, but also wanted to listen in more.
"I know that, Hercules. But why couldn't we just go with 'im?" HERCULES?!
Alexander knocked harshly on the door and heard the scrambling of footsteps and the door unlocked. Alex wasted no time in pushing the door open, kind of shocked to find Jefferson's face tear stained. "I have some paper work for you." He slammed it on Thomas' desk, smiling. "So, whatchu talkin' about?"
Thomas and James looked at each other, swallowing the lumps in their throats. "The whiskey taxes." Jefferson came out with, his accent sounding very American.
"Oh, really? Eh, how do you know Hercules?" The two stiffened, and James coughed.
"We... uh... I was thinking about getting a suit off of him." James smirked and Thomas nodded in agreement.
"Oh, okay." Alexander cocked an eyebrow. "And... John's still alive?"
Thomas' head snapped up, his eyes wide. "What?" His Southern accent sounded strained, nervous.
"John Laurens is hiding out in Scotland, and wanted you two to check on me?" He chuckled. "Is this some sort of sick joke? Why would he, even if he is alive, which he isn't, why would he chose you two?"
Thomas looked at James, slamming his head of the desk with a groan. There was French mumbling and Alex's head perked up. He knew where he recognised this man from. "Thomas... Is that even your name?"
James slammed the door closed, and locked it. "You better shut the fuck up right now, Alex."
"HERCULES?!"
"Tais-toi, Alexander!"
"LAFAYETTE!?"
"We said shut up!" The two hissed. Lafayette grabbed a hair tie off his desk, twisting it around his wrist.
Alex looked around in shock. "No... No! Prove it, heathen!"
The Frenchman sighed heavily, tying the bobble around his hair, making it a bun.
Hamilton gave a quiet, exasperated, 'holy shit.'
"Yo, Laf. Gimme a sec." James unlocked the door and made his way to his own office, searching for something special. Lafayette took his hair out the bun as ""James"" walked back in. He shoved his beanie on with an eyeroll.
"I can't believe this..." Alexander ran a hand through his hair. "Oh, fuck. I'm sorry for insulting you two and, and now... France and..."
"Don't apologise, Lexi. It's fine." Lafayette sighed. "Just... forget who we are."
"What?" He exclaimed. "I can't do that! You guys are my best friends!"
"Not anymore." Hercules said, dead-panned.
"B-but!"
"No. We started oppossing political parties, we insulted one and other. In the eyes of the media, I 'ate you." Lafayette showed no emotion. "We are not friends."
"Far from it." Hercules finished.
Lafayette cleared his throat, transitioning into his American accent flawlessly. "I'll have the completed paperwork on your desk by Friday."
Hercules flicked his wrist to the door. "Goodbye, Hamiton."
"B-but, Herc- Laf-"
"It's Madison." He hissed turning his back. "Now, goodbye."
"Goodbye..."
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