One Week Later...

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A huge relief fell over Alexander as the nurse pulled out his IV. His now few bandages were replaced and he was given a roll of gauze for later. Barely healed scars scattered every part of his body, from his jawline to his toes. The only places King kept untouched were his left hand, right leg, and crotch area (inner thigh, groin), thank the heavens.

Finally, it was time to go home.

After 8 whole days of disgusting and bland hospital food, he was prepared to take up Jefferson's date offer immediately.

Alex locked the door behind the nurses as they kindly bid him goodbye, slipping off his blue hospital gown and old underwear and replacing it with some new boxers, clean, gray sweatpants, and a black Twenty One Pilots tank that read, "Stressed Øut". He had kept it from when he was in his early 20's; John had brought the outfit over a few hours ago.

Just as he pulled on his top, someone knocked loudly on his door.

"Just a sec." Hamilton muttered, stuffing his cellphone and apartment keys into his pocket before unlocking and opening the door.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" Thomas drawled, leaning heavily on his crutches and biting his lip as he dragged his gaze slowly down Alexander's body. He still wore his gown, but his IV cart was nowhere in sight.

Jefferson had healed a lot over the past week, going from barely being able to get out of bed to exploring the halls at night on his new crutches. While his leg had been spared from amputation, that didn't mean it was completely fine and healthy. It had taken most of the shrapnel, so it was crippled and very weak. The doctors doubted a full recovery, but Thomas kept his hopes high.

Alexander grinned, holding onto the door frame as he reached forward and pecked the unfairly tall man on the lips.

"Move out the way, you big oaf," Alex teased. Thomas swung his crutches back and moved a few inches away, allowing Hamilton to exit Room #1776 for- hopefully- the last time.

Alex followed Thomas down the long hallway to Room #1789.
"When are you leaving?" He asked.

"In an hour or so." Thomas replied, clamping his right crutch in his elbow and twisting open his room door.

Alex flipped on the light as Thomas limped forward and situated himself on the side of the bed. Alex threw himself onto the sofa closest to Thomas.

Alex watched Thomas as he leaned his crutches on the side of the mattress, grabbed a hairbrush that lied on a nightstand beside the bed, and began pulling it through his tangled curls. Hamilton couldn't help but think about how cute Thomas was sometimes.

"So," Alex said, watching the rhythmic movement of the brush flowing through Thomas' fluffy curls. "Where are we goin' after you're let outta prison?"

Thomas chuckled. "I don't know. What do you like? Chinese, Mexican, American..."

"Hm..." Alex hummed, smirking wickedly. "I have to say, I really enjoy me some delicious and nutritous, Thomas Jefferson."

Thomas' brushing paused, looking at Alex for a second before bursting out in laughter, his face tinted a sharp shade of red. "You little fucker."

"Oui, I am little, and I'm planning on the second part later." Alex winked, which made Thomas double over in laughter and drop his brush with a clatter.

Alex snorted, before standing up and making his way over to Thomas. He curled his hands into his hair and forced him to stare up into his dark gaze. Thomas' breath hitched.

"I wasn't kidding." He muttered as he reached down and connected their lips. Jefferson shuddered.

"Can't wait 'til after we finish eating Panda Express, then." Thomas replied into the kiss, smirking as Alex's eyes lit up with amusement.

Alex moved and sat himself on the bed beside Thomas, allowing him to push more roughly into the kiss.

Then, someone knocked on the door.

The, open door.

Both men froze like a deer in headlights.

"Sorry to interrupt your, uh, that." Alex heard someone snicker but refused to turn around. "But, we came to pick you guys up." A low voice explained in embarrassment.

Alex slowly uncurled his fingers from Thomas' hair, turning around to meet a half-amused, half-embarrased Hercules Mulligan, a smirking Marie-Joseph Paul Roch Yves Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette, and a red-faced John Laurens who was stifling his giggles.

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing 'ze goddamn door?" Lafayette chimed, making Laurens unleash his fit of childish laughter.

Thomas rolled his eyes, scooting away from Alex slightly. "Shut up, Gil. Did you bring my clothes?"

"Oui."

"Merci, you French asshole. Now, gimme." Thomas made grabby hands like a toddler. Lafayette threw the ball of clothes into Thomas' face, and everyone except Jefferson burst out laughing (Laurens was quite literally rolling on the floor).

"Oh, hush." Thomas rolled his eyes, but it was obvious he was amused. "Shoo, I wanna get dressed."

Three of the revolutionary set left, their giggles still echoing down the halls.

Alexander stayed, though. He closed the door behind his friends and sat down on the sofa he had occupied earlier.

Thomas stared blankly at him.

"Go on, get dressed." Alex said, smirking. "Unless you want me to close my eyes."

Thomas sighed, pulling his gown over his head and leaving himself in just his boxers.

And holy hell, Alexander was not expecting the muscular chest and eight-pack of abs covered in healed, red scars, which somehow made him more sexy. They both blushed madly.

"Take a picture, Ham, it'll last longer." Thomas snickered, and Alex felt his face turn a deeper shade of red. He finally pulled his gaze away to stare at the blank TV screen mounted on the wall.

Thomas quickly slipped off his underwear, taking advantage of Alexander's embarrasment, and replacing it with the black ones Gilbert had brought. He shuffled the dark blue skinny jeans on, wincing as it dragged roughly on his bandaged bad leg, and pulled on the casual black button-up.

Alex had decided to continue looking away until Thomas was finished dressing. After 5-ish minutes, he heard creaking and the sound of crutches stomping towards him.

Thomas poked his cheek, grinning sheepishly. "Let's go."

Alex stood up, and they both left the room. They met the rest of the group in the lobby, and Hamilton and Jefferson both gratefully signed out of the hospital.

Mulligan took to the wheel, Lafayette calling shotgun and forcing Laurens to sit in the back. Alex helped Thomas put his crutches in the trunk and helped him limp over to the door.

"Its weird seeing you guys so willing to help each other." John mumbled, shuffling so the two had enough room to sit comfortably. "I mean, I support y'all, but I'm still used to Alex complaining about how stupidly tall Thomas is, or how freakishly fluffy his hair looks."

Alex laughed, scooting in beside John. "Well, I wasn't wrong on either of those things."

"Oooh." John teased.

Thomas watched the playful banter, and felt a now painful memory tug it's way out. He frowned as he struggled into the car and closed the door with a slam.

"Jemmy, I..." Thomas looked down, fiddling with his expensive black watch. They were in Madison's office, which was a bit larger then Thomas'.

James waited patiently for him to finish.

"...I think I'm bisexual." Jefferson squeaked, face turning a deep shade of red as he waited for James to recoil in shock or disgust, maybe kick him out of his office and refuse to talk to him ever again.

Instead, Madison just smiled understandingly. "Really? When did you know?"

Jefferson eyes widened, before responding quickly. "I, um, kinda have a little, tiny... crushonHamilton."

Now Madison was shocked.

"Hamilton, huh? Well," James chuckled. "I wasn't expecting that. But I support you, and I'm honored that you trust me."

Thomas grinned, stress dissipating. He was so glad James still loved him. "Thank you."

Hercules driving over a bumpy pothole snapped Thomas out of the fond, now unbearably sad memory. He looked out at the city speeding by outside the window. They had decided that Mulligan was going to drop him off at his house, so Alex and him could finish getting prepared for their date. Thomas had insisted on Alex coming to his house, he didn't want him going back to his iffily secure apartment.

Thomas smiled faintly. James would be thrilled that he had finally asked Alexander out.

Thomas really missed him.

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I'm not very proud of this chapter.

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Anyway, sorry this took so long to come out (like Jefferson lmao), but it's bc I won't have WiFi at my new house until Monday afternoon, (after my fIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL aHh DD::), so that's when the next chappyboi should be out.

You guys should check out a new book I'm making called "Burr". It's an AU where Hamilham votes for bUrR instead of jEfFySoN in the election of 1800. Go check it out :'D.

Other than my shameless self-promotion, this book will finish up in a few chapters, I hope. I might make a prequel with more backstory on the drama of Ham and 'Liza later on if y'all want that.

Edit: I wrote all of the author's note in italics and underline (like this) but for some reason it changed to regular and I refuse to write it all again so dEaL wItH iT.

~River