Chapter 4: To The Four of Us

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY JEFFERSON?!"

"Oh, do not act like you didn't hear me, Hamilton! Your plan is as ill-conceived as everything else you've said today. It's not going to work!"

"It's better than anything you've come up with! It's the best way to bring the states back together after King's "Presidency." If anyone else can come up with something that won't plunge us into a civil war, I'm all ears!"

"Ha! That's a first! Alexander Hamilton, listening to people. My god, the world must be ending!"

"YOU WANNA GO, YOU SLAVER?!"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!"

"YOU HEARD ME! YOU MOTHER FUC-"

"ENOUGH! WE'RE TRYING TO FIX A COUNTRY OVER HERE!"

Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson, because honestly who else would it be, stared at, oddly enough, Aaron Burr. It was rare to hear the man raise his voice, let alone actually yell at someone. Alexander glanced at Jefferson for a millisecond before sighing and sitting back down, "Alright fine. What do you need help with Burr?"

"The National Bank is falling apart. Former President King really made sure they'd be screwed over when he left the office. Being up for the position of Secretary of Treasury, you'd handle it best."

"On it."

Jefferson sat down a good distance away from Alexander and opened his own laptop, "What do you have for me?"

"I just got several lists of people up for nominations for positions in the Cabinet. Help me screen through through them."

"Got it."

The room became quiet, aside from the tapping of keys. There was a slightly tense feeling in the air that Alexander could understand. Jefferson, Burr and himself were the only ones that came in today and there was so much work they had to do. Setting up a Presidential cabinet and making sure the government didn't fall apart was a big job, especially for such a small group as the one they had to work with.

Burr hadn't been kidding around when he said the National Bank was losing it. Alexander was surprised it was still operating. The whole thing had been reduced to a shamble of what it used to be and was almost completely corrupted from the inside out. It would need a major overhaul just to make sure it didn't cave in on itself. He needed to make some calls, get with anyone working there that was still marginally trustworthy, and start fixing this mess.

"... Who the hell put Lee in the nominations?!"

Alexander glanced over at a very irked Virginian. One of the few things they could agree on was that Lee was a terrible person and a worse politician. Seriously, how did someone like him end up as Governor of California? Burr glanced up from his computer, "Huh? Lee? Do you mean Charles Lee? Hm. Hang on a second..."

Burr tapped through the system for a few minutes. "... It seems he's up for a position. Secretary of Commerce by the looks of it."

Alexander and Jefferson shot to their feet and yelled at the same time, "Are you kidding me?!"

They quickly glanced at each other, blinked, the glared at Burr in surprising unison for people that had a hard time not arguing.

Jefferson spoke first, "You are kidding though, right? I mean... It's Lee!"

"Yeah! You trust Lee to improve the standard of living for all Americans?!"

Burr sighed and pinched the bridge, "It's not confirmed, but we do have to give him something."

Jefferson fell back in his chair and groaned, "Is this where the country is headed? If so, I'm going back to France."

"Non! If I don't get to bail, neither do you!"

Alexander blinked at the new voice. He turned towards the door and was pleasantly meet with America's favorite fighting Frenchman.

"Lafayette! Thank God you're here!"

He shrugged off his jacket and sat between himself and Jefferson, "Oui, I heard you understaffed today and I decided to, how you say, lend a hand?"

Burr rolled his eyes, "It's nice to have you here, but we all know you speak perfect English. So if you could, how you say, knock it off, we'd appreciate it."

Laf chuckled as he pulled out his own laptop, "Ah yes, the elusive humor of Arron Burr. Amazing that it's come into view out of season." He turned to Jefferson, missing the look of indignation on Burr's face. "So, why do you plot a return to my motherland, mon ami?"

Jefferson sighed and ran a hand over his face, "Charles Lee is up for a nomination. Most likely Secretary of Commerce, by the looks of it."

Lafayette's face scrunched up like he ate something unbearably bitter. Alexander just sighed and went back to trying to help the National Bank. "My thoughts exactly, Laf."

"Well, the girls aren't going to like that..."

Burr raised a curious eyebrow, "Girls?"

"Oui. The Schuyler Sisters said they'd be around soon."

"Oh yeah! Speaking of Angie and Liza, they're up for nominations too."

Alexander turned from his computer, "That so, Jefferson? What positions?"

"Hm... Looks like Secretary of Health and Human Services for Angie and Secretary of Education for Liza."

Alexander thought it over momentarily, "... Yeah, that makes sense."

Lafayette looked through the list as well, "Oui. I couldn't have thought of any better choices. General Washington has made some good picks. Oh! Paul Revere is on here!"

Alexander quickly leaned over, "Oh, really? Where?"

Lafayette smirked and him, clearly trying not to chuckle, "Secretary of Transportation."

Alexander barely held back his laughter. The Senator of Oregon and the three-year winner of the Tour de France was almost too perfect a pick.

Jefferson tilted his head to the side, "How long do you think it will be until he makes it so people have to bike everywhere?"

Alexander and Lafayette couldn't help but laugh at that. Even Burr chuckled some. It was nice to see them laughing after the hell they'd gone through to get where they are now. They'd been through and sacrificed a lot to get Washington in office. He wasn't sure where'd they'd have to go or what they'd have to do from here, but he had a feeling that they'd do what's right for America.

Meanwhile...

"-nd then, he accuses Angelica of treason! Angelica! Treason! Can you believe him?!"

"Oh my god. I can. Trust me Peg. I've looked into his history and trust me if anyone's committed treason, it's Lee, not your sister."

Margarita "Peggy" Schuyler sighed and leaned back against the couch, "I know, right? I think he's still pissed that she was chosen over him to be House Speaker."

John Laurens nodded and filled both their cups of coffee, "Oh, definitely. Did you see the Twitter rant he went on that night? I mean, can you get any pettier?"

Hercules Mulligan sat next to John with his own coffee and a tray of cookies, "No one does petty like Lee. Except maybe Seabury."

"Ew! Gross! Don't bring him up! I've seen enough of that "reporter" to last me a lifetime. I know Fox had needed new blood, but seriously?! Seabury?!"

John nodded and picked up a cookie, "How that man has made it this far, I'll never know."

Theodosia Bartow sat next to Peggy and raised her own coffee, "Hear hear!"

The youngest Schuyler Sister chuckled and nudged Theo, "I hear you, I hear you."

Hercules chuckled and grabbed four cookies of his own, "So John, how was the interview with the Marquis?"

John smirked and sipped his coffee, "Oh, you would like to hear about Lafayette, wouldn't you?"

The elder man eyed him suspiciously, "What's that supposed to mean?"

His freckled friend simply shrugged and ate another cookie. Peggy and Theo exchanged glances and giggled. Hercules sighed and gulped down his coffee. "I don't know what's so funny. I'm just... curious about Lafayette. That's all."

Peggy chuckles and refills her coffee, "If you're just curious about Lafayette, then I guess so is John about a certain Caribbean politician."

John choked on his coffee, "Um! P-pardon?"

Theodosia snorted and nibbled a cookie, "Oh, I think you know what she means Johnny."

The young comedian groaned and finished his coffee, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The other three looked at him with equal disbelief. Hercules chuckled and ruffled John's hair, "Yeah, sure John. Whatever you say."

John huffed and grabbed another cookie, "So. Everything set up for tomorrow night?"

Peggy smirked widely, an almost evil glimmer in her eye, "Oh hell yes! I am so ready!"

Hercules chuckled, "Yeah, same over here. The audience won't know what hit em!"

Theodosia nodded, "Good. Remember, we only get one shot at this. Do you three know the signal word?"

The three comedians smiled widely and yelled, "Rochambeau!"

The young writer stood and raised her glass, "Then you know your orders. Let's not blow this. To the revolution!"

The other three stood and raised their glasses, "To the revolution!"