Hamilton oneshots (CANCELLED)

Genuine feelings

QUICK A/N

This was highly influenced by the "spy au thing" chapter in frosneibv's jamilton oneshot book. I thought of something while reading it so I tried to make my own spin of it.  

I HOPE/THINK I'M NOT PLAGIARIZING I just like the spy au idea and never wrote anything like it so yeah I hope it doesn't seem like I'm stealing their ideas.

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Jefferson's perspective

One month

I need to stay in New York for one month

I mean it doesn't seem bad sure Virginia is a one hour flight away but still. I'd be staying for a long time.

Let me get the story straight first. I used to be a spy working for Washington; key word used to.

Recently Washington contacted me again after years. He said that there was an undercover in a school in newyork. They're a bomber. They're planning to blow up the whole school.

Washington needed one of his best spies to work on this because the slightest discomfort and doubt in the bomber could send the whole school down in flames.

So contacted me. I do admit I may be a bit rusty but I know I'm still capable of putting up a fight. Sneaking around on the other hand? Well not so much.

I stand in front of the school

If I was staying here for a month I needed a dorm, i'd prefer a hotel or an apartment but I needed to insert myself in people's personal lives as much as I could to find who the bomber would be with ease.

The school isn't too bad, its still a really nice school. It is one of the best schools in New York afterall.

I walked around the halls in hope to find my dorm

Room 1800

I find it on the third floor. I opened the door to be greeted by a guy sitting on a couch patiently.

He looks over to me, eyeing me up and down with skeptical eyes. He stands up and looks me right in the eyes with an intimidating look.

"Uh bonjour? I'm Marie-Joseph Paul yves roch Gilbert du motier de Lafayette but you may just call me lafayette"

The name washington assigned me was a pain in the ass to memorize that asshat, he must be messing with me.

He made me French, luckily my French accent isn't that bad. Ive stayed in France for years and even studied there for a bit when I was much younger.

He continued to look at me, his face eventually softens and he smiled

"Hello Lafayette, I'm Alexander Hamilton nice to meet you"

He continued to force a smile on his face and extended his hand

I shook his hand but didn't let it go

"Uh could you let go?"

"Why are you smiling even if you do not want to?"