The FUCK?

That, truly, was all the four could think right now.

Though that was more of a … new ordeal.

See, Washington had been getting fed up with his cabinet. Specifically, the clear rivalry between Jefferson and Hamilton.

As much as he did want to see differing sides; he wanted to see the sides with civility. Not with the screams of fury or insistent, pointless squabbling that went on between Jefferson and Hamilton.

That was not calm disagreement. No, not of government men, it was the anger of rabid dogs at each others throats. There was no sense to it. Just rage.

So, he pushed (ordered) his cabinet to a short suspension from their jobs, with a small warning; either learn to deal with each other, or be fired.

As expected, most of them were absolutely furious

Jefferson had was already planning to shittalk the government in the papers (it wasn’t the first time). Madison was forced to work with other government ranks. Burr now really did have no way of social interaction. Hamilton was out of things to write about.

But, hey, rules are rules. So go by the rules and get along with each other.

In order to try to somehow, maybe start to tolerate each other, they started simple; a walk around York.

It was terrible, yeah, but fine.

“ I still think you’re shit, you know. “ Jefferson huffed as he knocked aside a rock from the street with his cane (it went under the wheel of a carriage. It caused a crash. Yikes.)

Hamilton glared at Jefferson like he had just insulted his bloodline, but Burr just grabbed Hamilton’s arm without even looking and just said “ Don’t even try it, Alexander. “

“ Control yourself, Hamilton. “ Madison lightly snapped at Hamilton, which did not help the growing fire of fury in the (former?) Secretary of Treasury.

Jefferson gave out a short sound - something between a huff and a laugh. “ He’s just mad I’m right. “

The four walked through the streets with similar bickering for some time, until they crossed through a dark alley and -

…

What the FUCK.

Carriages were replaced by speeding metal boxes. Fruit stalls were replaced by … whatever the hell that was being sold. People in odd costumes chased people with miniature glowing boxes.

And on one huge, glowing screen up upon a tower so high it must’ve touched the heavens?

‘ HAPPY 2026! ‘

This wasn’t 1790 anymore.

This was the year 2026.

Oh GOD -

“ HOLY - “ Hamilton was the first to leave his shock, instinctively pushing back Jefferson, Burr and Madison, all of which who stood behind him.

Jefferson took a slow step back into the alley, eyes wide with utter confusion. “ Oh God - … “

Madison carefully cleared his throat, head snapping around as he moved back to Jefferson’s side. At least he was staying calm. Kind of.

Burr just kind of … went still, like somebody had hit a button that made him just freeze up.

Hamilton - thank God for being an orphan - was smart (or dumb) enough to shove himself and the other three into the alley, just to get some privacy.

But, just before any of them could actually talk to one another …

… {{user}} showed up at the mouth of the alley.