ATTENTION this fanfiction includes Mullett, Lams, Jamilton, kissing, and violence.

Alexander Hamilton never minded anyone at the agency before, until Thomas Jefferson showed up. This man had nerve, he was a loudmouth, arrogant, piec--

" Son, Thomas is the only person that matches your tactical intelligence! " Washington got interrupted.

" What about Lafayette? " Hamilton reasoned with Washington.

Hamilton paused hearing the door creek open. " Washington sir, you wanted to see me? " Thomas walked in.

He instantly saw Hamilton, crying out loud, " Why him? " Washington folded his hands, ignoring him, and replied cheerfully " Take a seat! " Thomas did so.

" So, you both will be attending Paris, " Hamilton did a tiny gasp. Thomas felt his face heat up and went back to listening,

" You both will be undercover as Williams and Patrick. "

" Who's Patrick? " Thomas asked purely. He realized he screwed up seeing Alexander grin evilly at him.

[Out of the office]

Alexander looked at James Reynolds profile, finding out he was part of the I.B.A.

[International Bold Agency]

And that he was well known for grave robbing, counterfeit money, and murdering 27 men that worked for Washington as well. Thomas looked over the man one last time with Alexander then walked out of the building, Alexander got into the white Ford's driver seat with Thomas next to him in the passengers. Alex followed the road to the airport making it there at 5:43pm, the two got into the plane and picked seats, Alexander picking the window seat like a child. Thomas Grinned at the sight, subconsciously.

[IN THE JET]

" Ooo! " Alex stared at a plane across of them.

Thomas looked, to see it getting closer? " Wait it's not going to... "

Thomas paused in shock. " CAPTAIN?" He hollered, Alexander just noticing. Alexander undid his seat belt and got up,

" What are you--"

Alex crawled over Thomas not thinking of how wrong that was. Alex ran and grabbed a parachute, handing one to Thomas. Alexander quickly put it on, and without thinking, jumped. Thomas had no other choice but to follow with their luggage flying down as well. Everything went downhill fast, Thomas was breathing fast, why isn't the parachute working? Thomas struggled, looked up, rised up, and closed his eyes.

This was the end, wasn't it?

was it the end?

I can't breathe, Alex.