A/N: Hi! I'm so glad you enjoyed last chapter! I'M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS, LIKE WOW

SteamPunk Wilson: Aww, date time! And he's being slightly nicer to Sally, and maybe she's getting over her crush? It doesn't seem like she's going to provide many complications for their relationship, unlike my initial first thoughts

Reply: Yaaay! She shouldn't, unless I change my mind hmmmmmm... I'm still thinking about it!

GingerSprinkles: Aww they're so cute!

Reply: I know right! So freaking adorable.

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Thomas lay asleep in his hospital bed, his low and quiet snores the only noise in his room. Outside in the hall, at least every twenty minutes, a buzzer would go off and nurses would walk briskly yet quietly down the corridor. His horrible eel like sheets stuck to him, which was frustrating, but he'd managed to get to sleep, so it's fine. Jefferson had one arm under his pillow, hugging it. The alarm clock at his side read 6:12, and the sun was beginning to rise. It was officially the 9th of March.

James was at their shared apartment, getting dressed after having his normal 6 am shower. Washington had requested he stay off work, but there was an issue and they had to bring him in. Madison prayed this would only take an hour, maybe two. He didn't want to miss Jefferson getting out of hospital. Shoving his work shoes on his feet, James grabbed the apartment key, grasping his jacket before stopping. He stared at Thomas's one that was hanging under his. Madison smiled, he used to think Jefferson's obsession with magenta and all that is purple was weird, but now he found it oddly comforting. Sighing, he left the apartment, locking the door behind him.

Madison waited at the bus stop, I need to learn to drive. He thought, checking his watch impatiently. After waiting five minutes, the bus arrived and James clambered on, paying his fee and sitting at the back by the window. He watched as the bus went down streets, gazing at the buildings. James knew the commute off by heart by now. After sitting on the bus for 13 minutes, it pulled up at his stop. He clambered off, almost forgetting to thank the driver. He ran into his building, stopping at the door to fix his jacket. James pushed the door open, and was greeted by a flustered Washington.

"I'm so sorry to drag you in today, Madison. But we need your help," George started towards the stairs, James hot on his heels.

"What's the problem?"

"It's... it's Alexander," Washington sighed, opening the door that lead into Hamilton's office. Said man was sat, leaning over his desk, cup of coffee by his side. He was asleep. "Son?"

Hamilton blinked his eyes open, groaning, "dad?"

George was taken aback, but said nothing. "Madison is going to help you."

James glanced at Washington, opening his mouth to speak, but Hamilton did first. " Oh thank God," he looked at Madison's confused face, "start here." He pointed at a pile of paperwork, picking up his pen and continuing to write, taking a quick sip of coffee.

"B-but, Mr President! Thomas gets out of hospital today!" James turned to the president, a pleading look etched on his face.

"I'm sorry, Madison. This is important." And Washington left the office.

Madison sighed loudly and stressfully, picking up the paperwork Alexander had pointed to, taking it to his own his office to work on it. He desperately picked up his pen, working tirelessly, yawning.

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Thomas smiled happily, grabbing his temporary cane and sitting on his bed. Sally walked into the room, holding a bottle of pills and a bag. "Right, Mr Jefferson, these are your pills," she shook the pill bottle, "take one a day."

"Okay!" Thomas smiled, running one hand through his hair.

"I'll help you pack your bag, and we've got a taxi coming for you," Sally smiled, walking over to his little cabinet, starting to place his things in the bag.

"Is James coming?"

"Pardon?" Sally turned around, a frown painted on her lips.

"Is Madison coming?" Thomas asked again, hanging his head.

"I don't know, Mr Jefferson." Sally continued to pack.

After about 10 minutes, Sally smiled, walking over to Thomas. "Lets get you home." Thomas attempted to stand up, successfully on the first time.

"Finally." Sally waited for him to exit the room, following behind him with his bag.

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Jefferson clambered out of the taxi, thanking the driver and walking up to their apartment building. He thanked the gods that he lived on the ground floor. He staggered up to his door, expecting it to be unlocked, but it wasn't. Thomas was sure James would be in, he remembered Madison telling him he was off work. Jefferson groaned, hobbling into their living room, slowly sitting down, groaning. He picked up the remote from the arm of the couch, switching on the television and channel surfing. Thomas only sat there for around seven minutes before growing tired. He stood up again, falling backwards onto the sofa. Grabbing the handle of his cane and bag, he pushed himself up, managing to stand. Incredibly slowly, Thomas limped towards his bedroom, throwing his bag into the corner and flopping onto his bed. He almost screamed in pain, his leg throbbed from the short walk and then dropping onto bed. Jefferson curled up, just wanting a little sleep. Eventually he got his sleep, drifting off into dreams of Madison.

Thomas was awoken by the door slamming closed, frustrated groans filled the apartment. Jefferson, still half asleep, grabbed his cane that was leaning up against his bedside table, and forced himself to stand. He hobbled out of his room and into the living room, hair sticking out, even messier than before.

"Jemmy?" He slurred, yawning tiredly, leaning on his cane.

"Thomas?" Madison jumped, turning around. "Tommy!" He exclaimed happily, "you're back!" He leapt towards him, wanting so badly to hug Thomas, but he knew that would knock him over.

"So... am I getting a hug or not?" Jefferson giggled, looking down a little at Madison who smiled.

James wrapped his arms around the taller man, squeezing him tightly. Jefferson hugged back, placing his cane on the ground. "I've missed you... This place hasn't been the same..."

"Yeah, it's tidy!" Thomas joked, feeling completely awake.

Madison chuckled, releasing Jefferson. He immediately bent down, picking up the cane and handing it to Thomas. "Here." Thomas smiled, grabbing the handle.

There was a sudden knock at the door. "Is Jefferson in!?" Hercules Mulligan.

Jefferson sat on the couch and yelled, "Yeah! Come in!"

Two men waltzed in, Hercules and Lafayette. "Oh. He is back. Yay," Hercules sounded slightly sarcastic, standing in the living room.

Lafayette elbowed Hercules, sitting down on the opposite sofa from Thomas. Hercules sat next to him and James heard Lafayette hiss to Hercules. "'Erc! Don't be so rude!" Even quietly, his thick French accent was noticeable. "'Ow are 'ou feeling, Thomas?"

"Better than before." Jefferson laughed, lacing his fingers with Madison's, placing his laced hand on Madison's thigh. James blushed lightly.

"YO!" There was a loud yell, "IT'S ALEX AND JOHN, LET US IN!" Alexander Hamilton.

Madison groaned, "come in..."

The two men came clattering in, bursting into the room. Jefferson quickly released Madison's hand, bringing his own hand back onto his thigh. James glanced sadly at Thomas, before bringing his attention to he four people in their apartment.

"Hey!" John sat next to Lafayette, leaving little room for Alexander. Hamilton sighed, seating himself next to Jefferson, as far away as possible. "How are ya?"

Thomas rolled his eyes, "fine. My leg is fine. I feel fine. I'm okay in the head," he watched as John opened his mouth again, "yes, I need a cane, no, it's not difficult to use."

John closed his mouth.

Lafayette giggled, holding Hercules's hand. James looked at it. He wished Thomas would let him do it. But he knew Jefferson wasn't comfortable yet, just out of hospital. They hadn't even been on a first date yet!

Thomas could see the loving way Hercules looked at Lafayette, he also saw how John and Alex glanced at each other.

"Hey," Alex spoke up, "Madison, thanks for earlier."

Jefferson looked disturbed at Madison, "What?"

"Uh, I was called into work and had to help Hamilton."

Thomas shrugged, "does anyone want to play a game?" Hercules asked.

"Sure!" John sounded excited, and Thomas smiled.

"Sounds fun!"

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(Ok so, this part is PG-13, it's sexual Never have I ever. So, skip this is you want :3)

"Never have I ever, sent nudes," Alexander spoke. They weren't drinking, no. So much worse.

It was strip Never Have I Ever.

Alex asked the first question.

Hercules groaned, kicking off his shoes. Lafayette doing the same.

Thomas laughed, and John started to talk. "Never have I ever, masterbated to porn."

Hercules threw his beanie across the room, as Alexander kicked off his shoes. James very slowly untied his shoelaces, slipping them off. Thomas gasped quietly, freaking out a little.

"Never have I ever, been a sub." Thomas flicked hair from his face as he spoke.

Lafayette rolled his eyes, taking off his jacket as John did the same. "Damn all you to hell," Laf hissed. "Never have I ever read smut online."

Alex took his jacket off and James did too. "Never have I ever read 50 shades of Gray," Hercules sneered. Thomas couldn't stop freaking out on the inside, JAMES HAD READ SMUT FOR FUCKS SAKE!

Thomas flushed bright red, taking his shoes off. Before mumbling, "I've read all three..."

James turned to him, smirking, "Then you should take off three things."

"Wha-" John shouted his agreement, Alexander, Hercules and eventually Lafayette joining in. Thomas flushed an even brighter crimson, removing his socks and jacket. "Take that."

James rolled his eyes, "never have I ever, had a girlfriend."

Alexander pouted, taking off his socks. John did the same. And Thomas unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off over his head. He placed it on his lap, staring around the room, "shall we continue?"

Hamilton nodded, "never have I ever, masterbated at work."

James slipped his socks off, hanging his head in embarrassment. Hercules murmured something in Irish, pulling his shirt off. Lafayette stared over his shoulder, looking at Hercules's bare chest, he leaned back against him.

"Never have I ever, been to a strip club," John giggled.

Lafayette glared down, taking his shirt off, still leaning against Hercules. Alex sighed, removing his shirt. James and John were now the only ones still wearing a shirt.

"Never have I ever, had a threesome," Alexander spoke.

"You haven't even lost your virginity!" Hercules exclaimed.

"WHY AREN'T YOU TAKING ANYTHING OFF?!" Lafayette yelled, knowing the man he'd been dating had been with more than one person at once.

"I've had a foursome! Not a threesome!" Hercules pointed out.

While the two were talking, Thomas nudged James. "Help me stand up..."

"Why?"

"Because I have to take my trousers off..." He hissed, biting his bottom lip. James flushed red.

"O-okay..." He grabbed Thomas's hand, pulling Jefferson up. Alexander looked to the side, as Thomas undid his fly. Lafayette was the only one who didn't seem freaked out.

"Ah, I remember it well," Hercules looked at Lafayette, eyes wide, "in France, Thomas had one with a man and another woman. What iz ze matter with zat?"

Thomas just sat back down, in just his boxers now, "it's cold in here."

James couldn't help looking down at Jefferson's... crotch. Lafayette nudged Hercules, "I think its time we left," Hercules nodded, grabbing his shirt and the rest of his clothes. Alexander noticed this and grabbed all his stuff, dressing and leaving with John.

"Thanks for having us, feel better soon!" And all of them left.

Thomas looked over to James, not picking up his stuff. "Are you not going to get dressed?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Do you want me to?"

James didn't know what to say. Yes and no. "We should leave that for after the first date." Madison winked.

"Well then, it's 4 in the afternoon. Get ready, we're going out at 8."

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