Hi guys! So I've had this idea running around my head for a while, I even wrote a few paragraphs out while I was at work. I hope you like it!

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Alexander Hamilton was not a jealous man.

Not only because he had mostly everything that he wanted but also because he had the unforgiving drive to go out and get what he wanted, most of the time no matter the cost. He was not a jealous man as he had money, a roof over his head, friends, power but one thing he didn't have was colour. Colour was a thing that you could work your whole life towards seeing and never reach that goal. "It is fate" that's what people liked to say, to see colours you had to be on the favourable side of fate. Alexander Hamilton didn't believe in fate, he believed in hard work.

He found it hard to come to terms with the fact that no matter how much work he put in he may never see the world in all its glory, in full colour. It never stopped him, however it did dishearten him, which was no small feat, he was not a man that was disheartened easily. He always had drive, had a want to improve, to go further and to succeed but this was something you could not push, something you could not force. It was "fate".

He hated seeing soul bonded couple together, always smiling, gripping each other tightly and looking around in complete awe of the world, when all he could see was the usual grey and dreary world he had always seen. They say it's impossible to miss something you have never had.

"They" lied.

Alexander was not a jealous man but seeing couples like that struck something in him, a deep twist in his lower gut that was hard to shake or ignore. They seemed so happy, so satisfied.

Alexander had come to the conclusion he would never be satisfied.

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He awoke some time before 6am, as usual, after only a couple of hours of sleep. Washington had requested he come to work early that day, a special occasion he called it. Thomas Jefferson was returning from France and Washington wanted himself and Alexander there to greet him when he arrived. He had heard a lot of things about the man, a lot about his view's and Alexander had disagreed with almost every single one but alas he was to be working closely with the man starting today; hopefully not everything he had heard was true. He pulled himself from his bed and started his morning routine, wash himself, clothe himself, feed himself and a whole lot of coffee inbetween. Within an hour he was out of the door.

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When he arrived Washington was waiting for him, and after a long lecture about making a good impression, and another after that about not running his mouth, which Alexander mostly waved off they stood waiting for the guest of honour to arrive. When the moment finally came, after what seemed like a lifetime, the door swung open and Alexander took an intake of breath. The atmosphere of the room instantly changed.

Jefferson strutted through the door way and completely demanded all attention in the room, he had a commanding and confident aura that basically oozed from every part of his body. He looked around for a moment letting eyes drag through the people in the room before making an instant bee-line for Washington. He had a sort of graceful swagger to his walk that was only extenuated by the swishing of his coat behind him. His hair bounced slightly with each step, his hips swayed and he had a seemingly permanent smirk on his face. Alexander had the unyielding urge to wipe that smirk off.

He locked eyes with his own and Alexander tried to ignore the twisting in his gut. This was new, a twisting he had not felt before, a yearning for... something. As Jefferson approached them Alexander could not help but notice a similarity to a wild cat stalking its prey, he pushed that thought aside, as the taller man came to a stop in front of him. The size difference became stupidly apparent, as Alexander's head only came up to Jefferson's chin, the man's hair had to add on at least a few inches Alexander thought bitterly. Washington warmly welcomed him home apparently not noticing how Thomas's hooded eyes seemed rake over Alexander from top to bottom, even fully clothed Alexander felt exposed under that intense stare.

Alexander extended a hand and put on the best smile he could. "Mister Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton" He said firmly, but noticing the slight shake in his voice. Thomas glanced down at his hand then back up to lock his eyes in that intense staring match once more.

"Hamilton? Oh I've heard of you. For such a huge idiot I figured you'd be taller." Thomas drawled, his smirk only growing as he gave Washington a sort nod before he turned and strutted off back towards the door. Alexander watched wide eyed as the figure retreated, the twist in his stomach growing as he got further away, but this time it was joined by another feeling. Rage.

It bubbled in his chest like a pot of water left on a roaring fire for far too long. How dare he, he had just so openly humiliated him in front of the president and all the attending cabinet members, within seconds the bubbling had grown to full blown explosions as he surged forward only to be held back by the firm grip of the president. "Save it." Washington's voice boomed.

"Save it for the Cabinet meeting Alexander." He commanded.

Thomas had reached the door but had stopped and turned his head to look over his shoulder to find the source of the commotion. His smirk grew into a grin as he regarded Alexander with nothing but amusement in his eyes. "Mr President, Control your dog." And with a swish of his coat he disappeared down the hall.

Alexander snarled as the man left and Washington patted his shoulder in a 'stay put' fashion. It took every fibre of his being not to chase the man down and throw his fist to the man's stupid smirking mouth. "The Cabinet meeting will commence shortly." Washington stated, turning Alexander to face him. "You can turn your anger into something constructive and resolve this professionally cant you?" Washington asked raising an eyebrow, but it wasn't really a question. It was a command.

Alexander stared the president down for a few moments, and thought about verbally attacking the man to get rid of some of the anger that had now complete taken over his entire torso area, but from what sense he had left he knew that would be a very, very bad mistake. He reluctantly nodded and Washington sighed heavily, knowing the Alexander was on the war path no matter what he did or said. "You have an hour, cool down."

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When the time of the cabinet meeting arrived Alexander was raring to go. The anger had not depleted in the slightest, if anything it had only grown almost consuming him whole. He has no idea why the Virginian man infuriated him so much, why his comments had had such an effect on him. Yes, it had always been easy to rile him however with Thomas it was different. He had only met the man once and only a handful of words had been spoken between them but the tension was so intense it was like they had been swore mortal enemies for years.

Alexander entered the meeting room and stomped over to his seat, throwing himself into it. His fist sat in his lap, knuckles complete white. He couldn't wait to get up and verbally destroy the walking annoyance, his leg bounced up and down with impatience. A few moments later Jefferson waltzed in with Madison closely behind him, he sent Alexander a sly smirk and took his seat, crossing one of his legs over the other and placing his hands on the top of his cane. He never broke eye contact with Alexander. A challenge Alexander gladly accepted.

Washington rose from his seat and the rooms quite murmuring died down to silence. "Welcome to the cabinet meeting gentleman, thank you for your attendance. The issue on the table, secretary Hamilton's plan to assume state debts and establish a national Bank, Secretary Jefferson you have the floor Sir."

Jefferson stood and handed his cane to Madison and with a swish on his coat he took the centre on the floor to begin in argument. Alexander leaned forward, his elbows settling on his knees as he listened to the man's words, he never realised how much he hated the southern drawl until now. The words lit a fire inside him that built and built until he was sure he practically blowing smoke out of his ears. The way the Thomas smirked and flounced around with such grace as his spoke was hard to not be captivated by. The air of confidence and assurance he exuded seeped to every corner of the room and Alexander was not ignorant to it, no matter how much the man angered him.

"Ah! Place your bets as to who that benefits? The very seat of government where Hamilton sits."

"No true!" Alexander snarled, jumping from his seat and squaring up to Thomas before another Cabinet member pulled him back into his seat. Alexander grit his teeth but managed to stay quiet for the next few minutes, allowing Jefferson to finish his speech.

"When Britain taxed our tea we got frisky. Imagine what gonna happen when your try to tax our Whisky." He purred as the cabinet cheered and jeered for a response. Jefferson winked at the anger on Alexander's face, holding his arms out in with full confidence as he stepped back to allow Alexander the floor.

"Secretary Hamilton, your response" Alexander scowled as he took the floor, Thomas remained standing to the side, arms crossed, looking upon Alexander with mild disgust. Now it was Alexander's turn to smirk as he began the defence of his plan.

To say he shocked the cabinet was an understatement. He was brutal and didn't hold anything back as he began his assault. Jefferson had a deep frown on his face as he listened, physically recoiling at the mentions of his connections to Slavery. A course of gasps sounded throughout the cabinet at the equivalent of a well worded bitch slap that Jefferson was recieving. As Alexander continued Jefferson's arms dropped to his sides and his fists clenched tightly. That only amused Alexander, he was making the man loose his cool and he loved it.

He turned his attentions to Madison for a moment and knew he had hit a soft spot. Jefferson's face twisted almost instantly.

"Sitting their useless at two shit's, hey turn around bend over, I'll show you where my shoe fits!" The room went wild and Thomas let out a guttural growl and launched himself forward, Alexander took strides to meet him half way, with both of their fists raised they slammed together. Jefferson immediately gripped Alexander collar and swung his fist back ready to plant it on the smaller mans cheek when Alexander reached up to grip his bare wrist and...

Everything froze.

The men stared intensely at each other, mouths agape. As soon as their skin touched the room around them seemed to explode, starting with their eyes.

Jefferson watched as the deep brown colour of Alexander's eyes exploded and began to seep colour everywhere, his coat leeped forward with a deep forest green, his skin sparkled to life with a hint of a golden tan, his cheeks rosy and lips rosier. His long black hair swayed slightly and glittered in the light. Alexander observed the same in horror, he watched as Jefferson's curls bounced into colour, a colour not quite dark brown or black but a perfect deep mixture of both. He watched as the man's delicious chocolate eyes widened in shock and his skin began swirling with a beautiful brown which complimented the harsh magenta coat he was wearing perfectly in a way he imagined no one else could pull off. The room followed suit, bursting to life with blues, pinks, oranges and reds surging forward. The soft cream of the walls, a man dirty blonde hair and the deep crimson of the curtains that framed the windows and the aqua of the sky outside It was all so...Beautiful.

Time seemed to catch up with them all at once as they dragged their eyes away from the display and stared dumbly at one another, both frozen in mid attack with a look of pure shock and horror painted on their faces. Alexander could feel his world crumbling around him.

"..N..No" He managed to stutter out.

"My god..." Jefferson replied.

The two were suddenly dragged apart, Washington forcing his way between them, and the colour drained from the room instantly. Like someone pulling the plug at the bottom of a full bathtub that only took seconds to empty.

"Hamilton take a walk, Jefferson take a walk!" Washington commanded his voice calm but forceful but neither one moved, they just continued to stare at one another in a state of absolute shock.

This man, this horrible, overly confident, arrogant man...was his soul mate? Alexander began to back away slowly muttering bits of broken sentences.

"Can't be...That's...Impossible" While panic rose in his chest and was beginning to seep into his face, Jefferson's had relaxed some and had begun regarding him with a strange interest. It was almost curious but sullen at the same time as he came to terms with the meaning of what had just occurred. He stared into Alexander's terrified eyes and suddenly his face changed all together.

He smiled. He smiled wide and sinister.

"You're mine" He mouthed, before he began to chuckle lightly.

Alexander felt the panic hit him in the chest like a sledge hammer. His eyes widened even more, if possible. He couldnt take it anymore, the disarray in the room, people shouting, arguing, Washington's confused eyes as he asked him if he was alright, Jefferson's smug almost predatory grin, it all made his head spin. He felt like he was going to throw up, he was spinning out of control.

He bolted from the room, tripping over himself to get away, away from the realisation that his soul mate was the man he hated most in the world.

He didn't return to work for a week.

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