Yes, it's early. I'm extremely impatient. I'm half tempted to publish everything I've written in this story right now...
We'll just have to see how long my self-control can last.

This is the first chapter and will set the story in motion.

Please enjoy!

~TH~

January 1798
Alexander

The light snowfall made a soft pitter-patter noise as he pulled his coat up around his neck. Alexander had always hated the cold. There was something menacing about it, especially after the holidays. If it was going to be cold, at least it could bring some cheer.

He clutched his briefcase closer as he walked, wishing to already be home. He had so much work to get done and was already expected to attend Angelica's party this weekend. He truly loved his sister-in-law, but he simply didn't have time for such things. Alexander was exhausted, but his work never stopped. He was still trying to make up for all the money he lost during his years as Secretary-Treasurer. He had to care for his family.

A small gasp escaped his lips as his foot slipped on a patch of ice. He instinctively clutched his briefcase tighter, afraid to lose it and the papers he'd spent hours working on.

His back connected with the frozen ground, his head slamming solidly in sync. A small wheeze escaped his lips as a dazed feeling washed over him. He laid there for a moment trying to regain focus.

"Sir! Are you well?" A gentleman who looked to be around Alexander's own age was peering down on him.

The man on the ground blinked a couple of times before the words held any true meaning. Alexander smiled sheepishly, hating to have made such a fool of himself in public. "Just a small slip."

The gentleman helped him to his feet. Hamilton moved to step away from his grasp but nearly fell again when his balance failed him.

The man hastily grabbed Alexander's arm. Even after Alex had regained balance, his head was still viciously spinning.

"Allow me to help you home, sir." The man gave the stumbling man a troubled look.

Alexander pushed himself away, "No, I assure you that I am... Quite... Capable." He stumbled only to once again be rescued by the mysterious man.

"I must insist, sir."

Hamilton gave a short nod, trying to ignore the rolling in his stomach.

The man smiled. "Ezra Jamison,"

"Alexander Hamilton," He answered, trying to keep any dignity he had left intact.

As they awkwardly walked towards his home, Alexander attempted to continue the small talk Jamison had started. It was mainly a one-sided conversation as Hamilton, for once in his life, had no desire to speak. It was likely the talk was nothing more than keeping him conscious. He must have hit his head harder than he thought.

"I'm originally from Albany,"

Alexander shook his head slightly. It was rude to completely ignore the one who was speaking to you.

"I'm only here in the City for a few months."

"Business?" Hamilton inquired quietly. His head truly was pounding at this point.

"Among other things." The man seemed to brush off the question.

They arrived at the Hamilton household. Even though it was quite late, there were still lights on.

Alexander clumsily pushed open the door. "Eliza," he called out weakly.

"Alexander?" She appeared, a worried frown on her beautiful face. When she caught sight of her husband, barely conscious, leaning on another man for support, she rushed forward.

"What happened?" She said taking part of his weight on herself.

Alex tried to smile reassuringly. "It is nothing, my love, I'll be fine. I just need to sit for a moment."

When he was finally set down in the parlour, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back. Eliza knelt down beside him.

"What happened?" She sounded frightened. Alexander couldn't allow for that.

"I slipped," he gave an embarrassed smile. "It's nothing serious I assure you." He lightly kissed her hand. "Just a slight headache."

He heard her sigh, but he couldn't bear to open his eyes at the moment. The chair he was sitting in shifted and the weight of his wife's hand was removed.

"Thank you, sir," Eliza said, "I really... Appreciate..." She trailed off.

Confused by the sudden silence, he worked his eyes open. There he saw his wife staring at the stranger, her mouth slightly open. Ezra had the same surprised look on his face.

Hamilton got his first good look at his rescuer. He appeared to be correct in his age estimation. Even in a better light, the man looked around forty. He had dark eyes and even darker short cut hair. It was a stark contrast to the man's pale skin. He was clean-shaven and was wearing a finely tailored suit. Clearly a man of a higher class.

"Jamison?" Eliza breathed, breaking the silence.

The man in question blinked as if truly seeing her for the first time. "Eliza? Eliza Schuyler?"

"It's Hamilton now," she said with what appeared to be a blush.

Alexander felt a wave of jealous insecurities wash over him. "I'm sorry," he interrupted, attempting to keep his voice light. "But I feel as though I am missing something."

"This is Ezra Jamison." His wife supplied, "we," she paused a moment, "knew each other when we were children."

"You are quite a lucky man, Mr Hamilton." Ezra smiled at him.

It felt fake, much like the smile Jefferson would give at the end of a Cabinet Meeting.

Alexander gave a weak attempt to smile back. He was overreacting. The man was right, he was very lucky to have Eliza. He had no reason to feel any jealousy towards him.

"I really must be going." Jamison nodded to Hamilton then turned to Eliza. "I do hope we get a chance to catch up."

"I would like that," Eliza smiled.

Alexander felt sick to his stomach. Whether that was due to his fall or the scene was playing out in front of him, he was unsure. Then the man turned and was gone. He allowed his eyes to slip closed.

"Hey," He felt his wife leaning over him. "No, sleeping." She pressed a kiss to his lips. His eyes once again opened when she pulled away. "Come on," she grabbed him by the arm. "Off to bed."

They clumsily made their way upstairs. He wanted to go straight to bed, but Eliza insisted he change. Stifling a groan, he allowed her to help. The aching in his head had done little but increase.

When he was finally lying down, Eliza crawled into bed beside him and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Love you." He whispered.

The smile didn't completely erase the concern in her eyes, but it certainly did help. "I love you, too. Now sleep. We'll see how you feel in the morning."

Alexander pulled her into a kiss before allowing his exhaustion to take claim.

He was overreacting, he tried to assure himself. Eliza was his. No one could take that away.

~TH~

So, Ezra Jamison, any thoughts?

Get used to him now as he will be a main character going forward. :)

Alexander is so cute when he's jealous. Like... honestly.

Please comment! They are what I live for!

Until next Friday/Saturday/or just whenever I can't take it anymore and post a new chapter.

God bless,
Jamie