Y/n's P.O.V.

"A-Alexander?"

"Y/n? Is something wrong?"

"Can we go home soon? I feel ill..."

"Anything for you, my love."

Many months later...

I look up at the sunset thoughtfully, Alexander and me walking through the quiet streets, hand in hand. I feel him tugging mine slightly and shift my attention to him.

"It's beautiful, is it not?" His eyes are so beautiful. They're like a maze, so easy to get lost in.

I smile and nod, turning away from him and back at the gorgeous view of the blanket of snow covering the mountains, the sun dipping below them and casting colors into the sky.

Philip would have loved it here...

"What's wrong?" Alexander asks. I don't respond though. "Y-Y/n?"

"Yes?" I manage to squeak.

"What's wrong? You're worrying me..." I look into my husband's puzzled eyes.

I sigh and look ahead again, "Like I had said, love, nothing to concern yourself over." I knew he could see right through my lie but he played it off anyway.

"In this heated campaign, who are you supporting?"

My eyes grow wide.

Thomas Jefferson and James Madison are still going at it with Aaron Burr...

Shit!

"W-why should my political opinion matter? I'm just a woman anyway, heh..." I chuckle nervously.

An amused expression makes its way to Alex's face, "Is that so? What happened to the woman who didn't shut up for anyone? Who argued even with the highest of statuses?"

"Alexander, stop..." I whine.

"So? Jefferson or Burr?"

"I don't know..."

"If you had to choose?"

Don't choose Jefferson, he'll end up choosing him and Burr will duel him.

But if I choose Burr, he may win the election, Jefferson would probably challenge my husband to a duel and the Nation's history would be thrown into disarray!

GOD, WHY ME!?

What would you do, Skye?

"Burr is quiet and understanding and loving, he would make an amazing president. He will listen to all the ideas of his cabinet and whatnot. Like my father once had. But Jefferson is very upbeat and fun and out there. He's also very bold and confident, unafraid to speak his opinion. I don't know..."

"In my opinion, Jefferson would make a better president. As you had said, Burr is quiet. He wouldn't be able to make his own choices. He's too kind and peaceful. If a war is ever to come, he'll try to sign a peace treaty. It will make us look weak!"

"Don't say that Burr is an amazing man."

"But Jefferson, though I disagree with his beliefs, speaks his mind and is bold. He doesn't hold back and he's strong-willed. But do I really want a man with a large crush on my wife to be elected president?"

There was a silent pause. I interrupt it by laughing.

"Alexander Hamilton!"

"Y/n Hamilton!" He mimics, making me laugh harder.

"Stop! Chose whomever you please, I'll support you through thick and thin."

"Thank you, Y/n..."

"Yeah..."

Burr's P.O.V.

He chose Jefferson...

Alexander Hamilton... that arrogant bastard! Immigrant! Orphan! Whore's son!

He ruined my entire political career, talking behind my back about how I would make a terrible president!

He chose his enemy!

Instead of me, his old friend!

His first friend!

I have tried my best to be the best I can towards that small man but he'll never be satisfied!

I've had enough!

I've never done anything wrong to that man, I've tried to cooperate but he's just so frustrating!

I've had enough...

I will not stay quiet anymore.

Dear Alexander,

     I am slow to anger, but I toe the line as I reckon with the effects of your life on mine. I look back on where I failed and in every place I checked, the only common thread has been your disrespect! Now you call me amoral, a dangerous disgrace. If you've got something to say, name a time and place, face-to-face.

I have the honor to be your obedient servant,
A. Burr

Mr. Vice President,

I am not the reason no one trusts you, no one knows what you believe! I will not equivocate on my opinion, I have always worn it on my sleeve. Even if I said what you think I said, you would need to cite a more specific grievance. Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements!

Dozens of papers are attached to the letter. "Sweet Jesus..." I shake my head.

Hey, I have not been shy, I am just a guy in the public eye, tryin' to do my best for our republic, I don't wanna fight but I won't apologize for doing what's right!

I have the honor to be your obedient servant,
A. Ham

And the letters continued but I had decided to meet him face-to-face and finish the conversation

. He emotionlessly listens to my rambling.

"Careful how you proceed, good man. Intemperate indeed, good man. Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to bleed, good man!"

"Burr, your grievance is legitimate. I stand by what I said, every bit of it!" He protests falsely, "You stand only for yourself, it's what you do! I can't apologize because it's true-"

My blood boils.

I've had enough abuse.

I will show him how disgraceful I am.

My voice grows deep. "Then stand, Alexander," I said through gritted teeth. "Weehawken, dawn. Guns drawn."

He frowns deeply, "You're on."