Hello people! I have gotten a handle on the requests, I hope to put out the first chapter before/on your birthdays, and follow it up after that. Only thing is, since a lot of the requests are for next week, this story might be on hold for updates next week, but I will quickly return. This chapter is long, yay! Enter Jefferson, kind of. Also, so sorry about the French, I speak French at a reasonable level, but some of the ideas are a little odd. I will endeavor as much as possible to be correct. I have put the English "translation" in parentheses, so you get the idea. Also, both Alex and John spoke French, so this is historical-ish.

Sam Parks: Ooh! Thank you so much for suggesting Hamliza! I wanted to write a Hamliza story and you have given me the perfect idea! I hope to put your story up on Wednesday, so you have time to enjoy it.

M.J.: A brief question, I was looking up the series on Netflix, and I couldn't find it, is it Once Opom a Time like it said in the review, or Once Upon A Time? Maybe your story will be out on Friday, your birthday, since Thursday is Halloween.

Batgirl'66: Yay! That sounds cool!

Annie Samsons: That sounds perfect! I'm excited to start writing! But, how does Alex meet these people if he does not get out and he is continually under James's control?

Also, thank you very much to all the people who have written kind reviews. I am not able to find them on my computer for some reason right now, I just had some questions for the requests. I do appreciate them! If you like this chapter, please leave a review! I don't own Hamilton the musical, and these were real people, so anyway.

At last, the story...

(JOHN's Point-of-View)

I go to pick up Philip after school, since he hasn't learned to drive yet (despite me trying to teach him multiple times). Since it's Friday, I leave work a little early and head to the bakery, where I pick up cream hornes to surprise Philip, knowing full well that I'm going to be early.

When I arrive at Philip's school, I see him exiting the building with his friends and…. Aaron Burr's daughter? I think her name is Theodosia. Philip comes closer to the car, talking to Theodosia.

They look really cute together, and I want to set them up… but I know Alex won't agree with that, because it involves Aaron Burr's daughter. I have to pay attention to what Alex wants, which doesn't bother me, because I love Alex so much. Even if we don't agree, we make it work and find a compromise. That's what people in a loving relationship (gay or not) do.

As Philip enters the car, I offer each of them a cream horne, which they accept. Theodosia thanks me and bids Philip goodbye, and I see a blush and a bigger smile climb onto Philip's face.

Knowing well enough not to probe Philip right away, I start the car and drive away. But then, against my better judgement, I am so curious that I attempt to ask Philip about Theodosia, but he clams up angrily. I file this for later, but drop the subject.

-X-

A few days later, I'm sitting on the couch, having prepared dinner and sent Philip to his room for homework. Alex has promised that he will come home on time today, and we can have dinner together. I sincerely hope nothing disrupts that.

Alex comes in, and I jump up, wanting to set and have dinner before he gets called in again. Philip comes in too, and we have a very pleasant dinner. After dinner, Philip retires to his room, and Alex and I stay at the table.

"Ring!" Alex's phone makes an abnormally loud noise.

At the sound, Alex stands and answers the telephone. "Now, sir?" He questions. "Okay. I will be there in 10 minutes."

He turns to me, "Hey, Jackie, George just called, he says he needs a little help with the information we just received about the case."

"Sure. No problem." I answer amicably. I stand to kiss him goodbye, and he accepts.

He places his hand on the door handle, "Thanks, Jackie. I know I haven't been here frequently, this case is really time-consuming. I promise I'll make it up to you."

"I know you will. Don't worry." I smile, and he opens the door, letting himself out.

I go to check on Philip, and since he has finished his homework, I tuck him into bed, pulling up the covers and giving him a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

"Good night, Dad." He murmurs as I close the door.

"Good night." I shut the door all the way.

I go back into the living room and collapse on the couch. I take out my computer and start looking over the pictures of the turtles I am going to treat and operate on tomorrow. I always like to have a general idea of the situation before I go in to work.

These pictures are particularly terrible, turtles with cut flippers and trash tangled all among them. I wince. Who would do this to these poor creatures? They must be heartless! I think. Then, I think God, I love turtles.

After about half an hour, I'm starting to feel drowsy. I put away my computer on the table and sit waiting for Alex. I lie backward on the couch, and before I know it, I'm almost asleep.

But before I can fall asleep, I am shocked awake by the sound of the door banging against the wall. I look up to see Alex standing in the door, fuming.

I know I'll find out what's bothering him with out asking, so instead I gently warn him, "Alex, dear, the wall already has enough dents from being banged against by the door."

Ignoring my statement about the door, Alex shouts, "Thomas Jefferson is an idiot!"

I smile, knowing my prediction about finding out what happened has been acquiesced. "What happened, sweetheart?"

"He brought a new case against us, and he wrote up some bull**** about gay people, specifically about you and I!" Alex answers.

I bristle, it brings back memories of the way my father used to act. Alex notices, and immediately starts apologizing. "Oh, darling Jackie! I'm so sorry! I forgot!"

I brush off the memories. That's the past, and since I have Alex, I don't have to worry about that anymore.

"Don't worry. You know that's not true, Lexi! Come join me on the couch!" I beckon him to the couch with me.

Alexander, clearly exhausted, relents. I cuddle up against him and connect our lips.

We stay that way for a long time, until we're forced apart to breathe. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to breathe, so I could just kiss Alex forever. I place my head on Alex's chest and run my fingers through his beautiful hair. Alex traces his finger along my freckles, which he has remarked many times look like the sky is printed on my face. Alex lays next to me on the couch, my arms wrapped around him.

I whisper idly and contentedly in French, in case Philip enters, "J'ai entendu Philip parle à une fille."

[I heard Philip talking to a girl.]

Alexander smiles gently, "Qui a le plaisir de converser avec mon beau fils?"

[Who has the pleasure to talk to my beautiful son?]

I reply, knowing he won't like this, I lower my voice a little bit, "Je pense elle s'appelle...Theodosia."

[I think her name is...Theodosia.]

Alex bristles, "Quoi? Theodosia, la fille de Aaron Burr?"

[What? Theodosia, the daughter of Aaron Burr?]

I respond meekly, "Oui."

[Yes.]

"Mais...mais..." He stammers.

[But...but...]

"Relaxe. Ils sont incroyable ensemble. Tu dois regarder ils." I reason calmly.

[Relax. They look incredible together. You should see them.]

This doesn't seem to make him relax. He switches back into English. "I want to save my dear Philip. He can't be with her."

Oh well. I sigh, knowing it will be a very difficult thing to convince him of, but I intend to convince him. Wink wink, my brain thinks amusedly.