#charles lee is such an asshole in this fic god damn

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Interruptions (A.Ham x Reader)

a/n: this one was hella fun to write i hope u guys enjoy!

request: alex x reader where one of hamil!squad says “Oh my God will you guys just kiss already!” to them 

word count: 1,752 words

“You know, if we were anywhere else I would smack you right now.”

“If I were anywhere else besides next to you I would be the happiest man alive.”

You scowled at Alexander as he laughed to himself.

“Alex, mon ami, will you please shut up?” Lafayette pleaded and you couldn’t help but agree.

“I don’t know, man,” Hercules laughed. “It’s fun to watch.”

“Alex, I know you love teasing my sister, but for tonight can you maybe tone it down a bit?” Your brother, John Laurens, asked.

You rolled your eyes and grumbled, “You’re the one that got us into this mess so you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

What happened was that Washington had invited everyone to a ball, including your brother and his friends. However, Washington insisted that everyone needed a date and that’s where you fell in. Alexander was the only one out of the entire revolutionary squad to not have a date, so being a good friend, your brother told him he knew someone who was unable to say no to him.

That was you.

You thought it was quite odd for your brother to ask, no, beg you to be Alexander’s date for the night, considering he knows how much the two of you argue about almost everything. You think it’s because he just wants to have a good laugh.

You wouldn’t have said yes if you knew you were going with Alexander, but you had already agreed so now you were looking beautiful and quite elegant in your new pastel purple dress Hercules made for you while feeling downright furious as you held onto Alexander’s hand.

“If Washington comes up to us we need to ac-” Alexander started

“We need to act professional. I know, I know. I don’t like you, but I’m not going to damage your career for that.” You mumbled to him.

He looked down at you surprised at your answer and squeezed your hand. You blushed but kept walking toward the open doors, determined to not show how flustered you were at that single act.

For the past hour, you and Alex debated the entire time instead of dancing or meeting new people. You were in the middle of another argument when Mr. Washington decided to make an appearance.

“Alexander, I’m glad you could make it tonight. Nice to see you’re finally taking a night off.”

Alexander jumped when he heard his commanding officer’s voice behind him.

“S-sir!” Alex stammered as he stood straighter. “I must admit, Sir, it is nice to take a break.”

General Washington gave him a small smile before looking at you, “And who is this young lady? Your date I presume.”

You smiled at him and curtsied, “(Y/N) Laurens, Your Excellency. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Likewise, Miss Laurens. Is your brother here, too?”

You nodded and pointed to your brother’s position in the ballroom, “I believe he’s trying to unsuccessfully ask those women to dance with him.” You said with a giggle and he chuckled with you.

“Speaking of dancing, I should find my wife. Good to see you Alexander and lovely meeting you Miss Laurens.” Washington said before he disappeared into the crowd.

Alexander visibly slouched and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

“Are you alright?” You asked with a laugh.

He just shook his head before turning his head to watch all the couples sway lively to the music.

It was silent between the two of you for a long time until he surprised you with a question.

“Care to dance, (Y/N)?” Alexander asked as he held out his hand.

You stared at his hand before looking up into his eyes, searching to see if he was trying to play a trick on you, but you saw none.

He wasn’t a bad dancer, you said to yourself as he spun you once again around the room. He is much lighter on his feet than I thought.

Throughout the first two dances, no words were exchanged before you finally couldn’t take it.

“I want to say I’m sorry for saying I wanted to slap you earlier,” You told him sheepishly. “I also want to apologize for all the times I’ve argued with you.”

Alexander shook his head and smiled, “No, I should be the one apologizing. I’m the one who can’t keep my mouth shut and starts the arguments.”

His grin grew as you giggled and he pulled you tighter.

“Y'know,” He whispered and you suddenly you felt like it was only the two of you dancing the night away in the ballroom. “The real reason I like arguing is because I li-”

“Yo Alex! Can I talk to you real quick?” Hercules asked, not knowing he interrupted Alex from saying something important.

Alexander looked at you desperately, “Please don’t leave. I’ll be back before you know I’m gone.”

You sighed as Alexander got whisked away. You walked slowly to the edge of the ballroom and leaned against the wall while watching the flurry of couples dance around in circles. Many songs had passed on and you were about to leave when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around to see a soldier smiling confidently at you.

“Excuse me, Miss. But I couldn’t help but notice your beauty from across the room and I just had to introduce myself. I’m General Charles Lee.” He said as he grabbed your elbow.

You didn’t like how cockily he said “general” and you certainly didn’t like how he grabbed your arm. You could tell this man was not a gentleman and your mind was racing for ideas of how to escape his grasp without angering him.

“I’m (Y/N) Laurens, Sir. And it truly was a pleasure to meet you and I thank you for your compliments, but I was just leaving.” You gave him a small smile as you tried to pull yourself out of his grasp.

His smile soon fell into a frown, “Why are you leaving so soon?” Then his eyes lit up sinisterly as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “If you want to leave we could just head back to my house and have a little fun.”

You gasped and pulled away from him to smack him right across the face. His cocky demeanor soon changed into a more terrifying one.

He quickly grabbed you by the waist and you used his other hand to put it over your mouth as you tried to thrash and scream to get somebody’s attention.

“Now you listen to me, you little whore. You aren’t suppose to run away when someone compliments you, especially a man of my position,” He growled. “You’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

You kept thrashing in his arms before you finally bit his hand and stomped hard on his foot with your sharp heels. He howled and you swiftly ran across the room away from him. You looked around and spotted Alexander looking hopelessly around the dancefloor and you sprinted towards him.

“Woah! (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked as you practically jumped into his arms.

You started stammering, “Th-there was th-this m-m-man. A-and he tried to-”

“Ah Miss Laurens! I see that I’ve found you!” You jumped and hid behind Alexander as you heard that voice again.

“Mr. Lee, I didn’t know you were acquainted with my date.” Alexander said cooly as he reached to grab your hand to comfort you. You quickly squeezed his hand like he did to you earlier.

“That’s General Lee to you Hamilton,” Lee snarled. “And this little slut ran away when I was nothing but a gentleman to her!”

You gasped and stepped out of your hiding spot, “Gentleman? You forcibly grabbed me before proceeding to tell me how you were going to kidnap me!” You spat into his face.

Lee’s face turned red with anger before he snatched your wrist and raised his to hit you, but before he had the chance to Alex caught Lee’s hand.

“Don’t you ever raise your hand to her again you fucking coward,” Alexander growled. “And how dare you call this woman a slut? How dare you? She’s a god damn angel from heaven who nobody deserves and you think you have the right to grope her and call her a slut? Leave now, Lee, before I force you out.”

Lee stormed away with a bright red face that was now flushed from being embarrassed in front of his fellow soldiers.

Alexander quickly turned around to you and pulled your face close to inspect if any damage has been done to you.

“Did he hurt you? Let me see your wrists,” Alexander desperately grabbed your wrists while you were still in shock from what had happened. “I knew it, the bastard bruised you. I swear (Y/N) the next time I see him I won’t just use my words to kick his-”

“Alexander, I’m fine,” You said as finally came back into reality. “I was just frightened that’s all.”

He took one of his hands out of yours to cup your cheek. Your were afraid he could feel about hot your face was as he gazed down into your eyes.

“Thank you,” You spoke softly. “Not for just saving me but for all those kind words you said.”

He smiled lovingly at you, “All of it was true, my dear.”

You both grinned brightly at each other before Alexander looked down in embarrassment, “Listen, (Y/N), what I was about to tell you on the dance floor earlier was that I argue with you because I li-”

“Oh my god will you guys just kiss already!”

Both of you snapped your heads up to see Hercules, Lafayette and John drunkily giggling while leaning against each other. You have no idea who yelled the statement, buy you were about to yell a retort back before Alexander grabbed your face to turn in towards his to kiss you.

You made a noise of surprise before closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around him to deepen the kiss. The two of you stayed embraced in each other’s arms, ignoring the hooting and howling for your friends.

When you finally pulled apart, you looked into each other’s eyes as if someone set the stars in there.

Alex broke the moment with a grin, “I argue with you because I like you.”

You rolled your eyes, “I figured that much out.” And you pulled him in for another a kiss.

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A Matter of Professional Integrity

I was going to save this for next week because I’ve posted a lot of KingBurr lately when it’s not even particularly a ship of mine. But also I’m tired and probably not going to finish the other fic I’m supposed to work on today (IT’S A SECRET OKAY) 

so here you go: modern AU bank robbery fic, featuring a very distressed Lee. Rest is under the readmore 

When the shouting started, the only thing Aaron could think of was 'of course'. The gun being waved in his face was a bit of a shock, but really. There had been few ways to make this miserable day worse, but the universe had managed to rustle something up anyways.

“Down against the wall, hands on your head! Now!” A man yelled in Aaron's face so loudly he was surprised spittle wasn't splashing him even through that face mask. Aaron obliged, not feeling particularly suicidal. He was joined by the one other patron, while the three bank employees were corralled behind the desk. Aaron couldn't decide if it was better or worse that there were so few hostages.

The older man beside Aaron scoffed under his breath as he sat down. “Amateurs,” He hissed, lightly tossing his head as he did so. Powder-white hair bounced in carefully coiffed curls. Aaron was certain the word wasn't meant to be heard, and he carefully did not stare. Clearly his exasperation wasn't too strange, if the other hostage felt similar. Aaron assumed it was a normal shock reaction- he'd always imagined being more terrified of a gun in his face.

“Stop sniffling!” One of the other robbers shouted in the face of a poor teller. He was shaking like a leaf and crying so hard his nose ran. “Oh my god, go sit with the other ones, then! Useless!” The Robber punched the butt of his gun into the teller's shoulder, making him yelp. Aaron suppressed a wince. The man beside him let out a long breath, sounding almost annoyed.

The teller stumbled, shivering and shaking, to Aaron's other side. Aaron straightened his back and took a measuring breath, forcing his outer self to look even more put together. The teller whimpered, but now that the robber's attention was elsewhere, had already stopped sobbing. Aaron tried to project calmness, in the hope that some might leak off onto the teller.

“Your phones, now!” The one that had been left to guard them gestured to the floor with his gun. The teller started crying again.

“Ridiculous,” The other customer scoffed, loud enough to be heard this time. “You want the phones now? Do you even have a jammer?” He had, of all things, a mocking smirk on his face. Aaron froze, not sure if he should back away before the man got shot, or try to defuse the situation somehow.

“Excuse me?” Predictably, the robber stalked up to the man. “Who do you think you are?! You shut your mouth and hand over the phone before I shoot it off.”

The man snorted. “My phone or the gun?” He casually reached into his pocket and tossed his phone on the ground.

The robber paused for a moment, confused. His grip on the gun tightened. “B-both! Shut up!” He swung the butt into the man's chest. The man choked, falling down like a sack of bricks. “Anyone else want any!?” The robber swung his gun wildly.

The teller crumpled, not from any physical injury. Aaron spared a glance at the worryingly twitchy finger over the gun's trigger. He let out a short sigh. Defusing, it was. Aaron slowly reached into his own pocket, wary as the robber's attention swiveled to him.

“We don't want any trouble.” Aaron spoke just a touch slower than usual, an extra note of careful measurement. He spoke the same way he would to an on-edge Hamilton.

“Damn straight you don't.” The robber huffed as Aaron placed his phone on the ground. His finger eased off the trigger, which was all Aaron really cared about, anyways. “You next, crybaby!”

Aaron looked at the teller, hyperventilating on the ground, and then back at the robber- momentarily assuaged but still on edge and already looking edgier. Before his work could be undone, Aaron shifted, standing between them. “The man's having a panic attack. I can help him calm down.”

The robber scoffed. “Special snowflakes,” He muttered, then shrugged. “Just get his phone for me if he's too pathetic to pull himself together. Honestly.” Aaron refrained from rolling his eyes- what effect did they think pulling guns on normal people would do? Aaron was still secretly a little surprised that he wasn't having an episode of some kind yet. Instead, he knelt by the teller, carefully grabbing his hand.

“Deep breaths. Count with me.” He whispered, just enough for the teller to hear. “I won't let them shoot you, alright?” Aaron's ability to seem completely unruffled by anything finally came through. The teller's breathing slowed and deepened, shoulders slumping as his body relaxed. “Can you tell me your name?”

The teller breathed a few more times, clinging tightly to the hand Aaron had offered. “Charles. Uh, Charles Lee.”

“Alright. My name is Aaron. It's nice to meet you, Charles.” He watched with a vague sense of pride as Charles swallowed, wiped the moisture from his face, and nodded. “Now, can you tell me where your phone is? I'll hand it over for you, if you'd like.”

Charles froze again, but instead of reverting like Aaron feared- a perfectly fair response, but there was an armed man behind them- he just shook his head. “I-I don't have it on me. We aren't allowed phones on shift. But he doesn't look like he'd believe that...” Charles trailed off. His panic attack suddenly made even more sense.

Aaron turned back to the robber, wondering how to word this. “Sir,” He started, a safe term of respect. The third hostage barely held back a snort, now sitting up again, but holding a hand to his gut. Aaron very carefully did not glance in his direction. “My friend doesn't have his phone on him, because he was on shift and those are the company rules.”

“Bullshit,” The robber spat, predictably. “No one listens to no-phone rules. Hand it over, now.”

Aaron glanced at Charles again, . “But sir, his work uniform does not have any pockets. There's nowhere for him to be holding one.”

The robber scoffed, then stalked over. Aaron felt tense as a bowstring. He tightened his grip on Charles' hand, silently begging him not to react. “You could be hiding them in your shoes. Take 'em off.” Charles whimpered again.

Aaron reached for Charles' feet before his inaction could make things worse. “See?” He projected as much calmness as he good, handing the shoes over gingerly. “Nowhere for it to be.”

“Ugh,” Aaron couldn't see the robber's facial expression, but he could hear the nose wrinkle. He threw the shoes over his shoulder and away. “Fine, whatever. You need a less shitty job.” With apparently nothing else on his list of tasks, the robber backed away several feet and shouldered his gun. “Hey, any luck, you guys?” He called, to his companions.

Aaron let his posture relax. The robber was still clearly watching them, but his attention was elsewhere. “Asshole,” he whispered at Charles. “Could have at least given the shoes back, right?” He hoped a light tone might make the poor man feel a little better.

It worked. Charles didn't laugh, but he did huff sharply and offer a half smile. “That's at least the worst of it, right? I mean, the police are probably coming.”

Aaron was about to assure him, when the other man finally turned to them. “The police around here are even more incompetent than these idiots. They're probably here already, making everything worse.”

“W-worse? How do you know?” Charles squeezed Aaron's hand so tight, he almost flinched.

The man rolled his eyes. “You think they're equipped for a hostage situation? They're going to block the entire area up and do absolutely nothing except make my men's job harder.”

Aaron frowned at the words. All this time, he'd thought that the other hostage was just having a strange reaction to danger. But he spoke of experience, had spent the entire time dismissive of the robbers' planning and execution, and apparently was in control of 'men' who could supposedly manage a hostage situation better than police would. This was not a normal man.

“May I have your name?” Aaron asked cautiously. The man's lips turned up and his eyes hooded, somehow managing to look suggestive while sitting against the wall with a hand to his bruised stomach. Charles shifted behind Aaron, uncomfortable at the change of tone.

“My name is George. Most however, call me King.” His words felt significant, somehow. Aaron did not miss the way Charles froze stock-still behind him. The man smirked even wider, but his eyes stayed focused on Aaron, waiting for him to react.

For the life of him, Aaron could not figure out what he was supposed to be reacting to. “So do you prefer King or George, then?” Obviously, this man was important, somehow. Aaron didn't want to step on any toes, but he had never heard one mention of a George or a King, anywhere.

Thankfully, he let out a soft laugh instead of acting offended. “George is fine. I don't get it enough these days.”

“Alright, it's good to meet you, George. I'm Aaron. I'd offer you a hand, but I don't think our guard would like that.” Aaron gave a rueful smile. They were lucky enough the robber watching them was letting them speak, or wasn't observant enough to catch their quiet words- if Aaron were him, he would have forbidden it. Instead, the robber watched them sullenly from a short distance, arms crossed.

George rolled his eyes for what had to at least be the third time so far. “Oh, don't worry about those idiots, they're like babies with guns. More likely to shoot themselves than anyone else.” He scooted closer to Aaron. “Besides, you gave your hand to that crying fellow earlier.”

Charles squeaked, quiet and nervous, at the mention. Aaron shot him a reassuring look, before turning back to George. “You clearly don't need it.”

George scooted closer, again. “Oh, but I want it. I can start panicking too, if you want?” He was smiling, probably not serious. But Aaron didn't want to take that chance- the man seemed a bit unhinged, and certainly was not taking the situation seriously. Bemused, Aaron offered his other hand. George shook it in a perfect, business-like shake; but before Aaron could disengage, he pulled it gently up for a delicate kiss on the back of the hand.

Aaron flushed, unable to help himself. George grinned into the kiss, slowly releasing. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Aaron. Given the situation, I believe that is saying something.”

“Uhm,” Aaron stuttered like a schoolgirl. “T-this is really not the time.” Then, gathering himself, “There are guns pointed at us.”

“For now,” George agreed with a shrug, still grinning at Aaron's reaction. “I can wait for a better time, if it would please you.”

Aaron gulped, somehow more nervous at this George's attention than he'd been at the robber's attention. “Uh, sure,” He excused. George was probably only flirting because he had a strange relationship with danger. When they got out of here, they would all forget each other.

Charles didn't seem to be panicking anymore, but he also did not speak a single word after George's introduction, which only raised more flags for Aaron. But there wasn't much else they could do but sit together quietly.

It was only minutes later that they finally heard sirens. “Shit!” The robber cursed.

“Honestly, what did they think was going to happen?” George whispered to Aaron under his breath. “They probably got into the vault long ago but wasted all their time arguing and trying to take the whole load at once. Idiots.”

Clearly, George had some knowledge about these kinds of exchanges, though knowledge of a dubious origin. Aaron decided to take advantage of it instead of analyzing it too carefully. “What happens next, then?”

George smiled, for some reason pleased by the question. “They'll start negotiating. Likely, they let one hostage go to confirm that there even are hostages. Then, they try to hold the bank for as long as possible, looking for some way out. Then they surrender.”

Aaron considered the information. “Let's hope they surrender earlier, rather than later.” With any luck, Charles would be the one let go.

“Yes, let's hope. I have places to be.” George sniffed. Aaron didn't, but he was tired and hungry and just wanted to go home and lie down, even before this whole ordeal. It had been a long day.

Somehow, Aaron wasn't surprised when things went almost exactly as George predicted. First, they let two hostages go- the other two bank employees.

“These amateurs can't negotiate for shit,” George muttered into Aaron's ear. “Each person they give up is one they can't leverage later.” Meanwhile, Charles started shaking again as his coworkers were escorted out the door. Aaron bumped his shoulder lightly, before he drew attention to himself again.

They were marched into the back of the bank next, to the employee break area even further from any windows. Their twitchy guard took a seat at the break table while the sat in the corner. Aaron situated himself in the middle again, still unsure about Charles' weird reaction to George's name.

Time passed, first an hour, then another, then Aaron lost track of time entirely. Charles curled in on himself. George sighed and made his impatience even more obvious, occasionally stretching and yawning even when it earned him glares from the robber. Aaron was hungry and thirsty, but there was another factor, increasingly hard to ignore. Aaron tried to stretch his chest, breathing just on the uncomfortable side of short.

“Aaron, my dear, what's wrong?” George laid a hand on Aaron's elbow, drawing his attention. If it were any other situation, he would have railed at George's presumption- dear? They were strangers!- but he had bigger things on his mind right now.

Aaron thought of lying, or misdirecting. But it really was becoming a problem, and if George had an objection, the current situation would limit his reactions. “My binder's been on too long. It's getting uncomfortable.”

He could feel the surprise, from both his companions. “I see,” George answered. “How long is it supposed to be on?”

“Eight to twelve hours. It's been over a day now, though. I was working so late last night I forgot to take it off.”

The hand at Aaron's elbow stroked down now, to his wrist. “What happens when it's on too long?”

Aaron shrugged, though the movement pinched. “Doesn't matter. Not like I can take it off here.”

George gripped Aaron's wrist, light but firm. “Dear, what happens?” George pushed pure authority into his voice, enough to make Aaron straighten automatically. He recognized the tone from another George- his boss, Washington.

“Bruises my ribs, makes it a bit harder to breathe,” Aaron admitted, glancing away. He missed George's next expression, but he didn't miss hoe George's grip flexed, tight for a moment, then loose again, brushing down to his fingers.

“I see,” George answered. “Then I guess I'll have to call it in. I swear, law enforcement is useless.” He  made a soft tsk of disappointment, like he was talking about slow service workers rather than the police.

“I'm sorry?” Aaron asked, “Call what in? We don't have any phones?”  George shushed him gently, placing his fingers against Aaron's lips. Aaron recoiled at the sheer audacity, but kept his mouth shut rather than complain. Even though George was clearly not bothered, Aaron would allow it as a symptom of their predicament- he certainly wasn't making a fuss of Charles' steel-trap grip on his other hand.

There was no answer, at least not immediately. Aaron tried to arrange himself comfortably. He was never leaving his binder on overnight ever again. He leaned into Charles' shoulder, wishing he could lie down. Charles shifted to make his shoulder a more accommodating pillow. Before he could get comfortable, Aaron found himself pulled off of Charles, their hands finally loosened.

“Wha-” Aaron fell against George.

“Shh, I'm softer, I make a better pillow.” Aaron frowned, brows furrowed. It felt like a possessive move, but what did George have to be possessive about? Besides, George was actually right about being more comfortable, and Aaron was sore, tired, still starving, and didn't feel like pursuing the matter. He closed his eyes, trying not to think too closely about the slight dizziness that crept in whenever he moved.

It was a short time after that, when the confusion was finally answered, in the form of two sudden gunshots. Everyone in the room jumped, except for George, who merely laid a hand against Aaron's arm, guiding him back down. The robber guarding them stood up. “What's going on out there!? Hey-!”

The door slammed open, and someone who wasn't one of the robbers immediately aimed their gun and shot. The robber went down with a gurgle.

Aaron had never seen a person get shot before. George stroked Aaron's back. Charles was silent, Aaron hoped it wasn't because he had fainted.

“About damn time,” George complained. “Now, what's our getaway?” Aaron moved to get up, to do something to appear more dignified, only for George to hum and gently tug him back. Aaron fell against his shoulder with a soft thump. He decided to focus on his breathing, instead.

“Your majesty, we have a distraction going on around the front. There's a van waiting to bring you back to the safe house. But we need to move now.”

“Very well, but we need to make a stop first.” George responded, before Aaron could even start to parse  the 'your majesty' statement. “My dear little Aaron here needs to get home as soon as possible.”

It was clear the other man was taken aback- and now Aaron was really wishing he'd been more critical of George's obvious experience in hostage taking. But instead of asking why, he merely nodded. “Where do we need to stop?”

Everyone looked at Aaron. Aaron looked back, completely confused and more than a little shell shocked over the body lying not far away. “Don't... we need to talk to the police first?” Everyone stared.

Finally, George let out a huff of laughter. “Dear, I have nothing to say to the police, and you told me yourself you need to remove that binder. If you stay, they will keep you for hours longer and they certainly won't be accommodating about it. Let me take you home now, and our good friend Charles can stay and speak with the police.” He turned his head to give the nerve wracked man a sharp grin. “I'm sure you'll leave my little old name out of it, won't you, Charles?”

Aaron watched Charles nod furiously to the statement. It all sounded like a bad idea, but George had a point- he really would rather be at home, and he was only bruising himself more the longer he couldn't change. “Okay,” He said.

Without warning, George scooped Aaron and stood- one arm under his knees, and the other on his back. Aaron yelped as the ground suddenly left him, leaning instinctively into George's chest. “Hey, I can walk!” He tried to wiggle, but it just made him sway dangerously, and he stopped. “Put me down, please!” Aaron settled on hissing, instead.

“Sorry dear, this is faster.” George strolled towards the door. The man with the gun held it open for them. “Thank you, Seabury. You always do manage to come through for me.”

“Of course, your majesty.” The man answered. He walked ahead to open the employee exit for them. “The van is waiting, as soon as you give the address.”

George shifted his arms slightly, bouncing Aaron even closer. Aaron automatically grabbed at his shoulder, pulling himself more upright. For being an incredibly undignified princess-carry, it was surprisingly comfortable. “What do you think, dear, can you tell us where you live?”

Aaron considered the question, then considered one of his own. “Who the hell are you, really?”

George laughed. “I've been honest from the start! I have to admit though, that you didn't recognize the name King hurt my feelings, a little. I thought I was more infamous than that.”

“What-?” Aaron started.

“You don't recognize his majesty?” Seabury, George's subordinate rescuer, shouted like Aaron had done the world a great disservice. “Our King, leader of the Monarchy?! For shame!”

Aaron did, actually, recognize 'The Monarchy'. The biggest gang-slash-mafia in town. The same gang that Aaron's boss- and entire firm- was devoted to overthrowing. But no one had ever spoke much of the leader at work- Aaron had always suspected it was to protect as many people as possible from being involved and possibly targeted. He had always quietly railed against being cut out and blocked from those most important meetings.

Maybe if he'd been allowed in the room where it happens, he wouldn't be in this situation now.

“Oh,” said Aaron, the situation finally dawning. Then, because it wasn't like it could get any worse, he told them his address. As he did, George's eyes lit up.

“Oh! You're Aaron Burr!”

Aaron's brows furrowed, but he nodded anyways.

George- the King- carefully climbed into the getaway van, still holding Aaron to his lap. “I keep tabs on all of Washington's lawyers, with him being such a delightful rival. Of course, if I'd known you were so interesting in a crisis, and cute on top of that, I'd have been paying much closer attention.”

Aaron felt a hint of disturbance at the knowledge that his address had been memorized by a crime lord simply because of where he worked. It was overshadowed by inexplicable butterflies. “I acted perfectly normal in a crisis,” He protested, ignoring the 'cute' comment.

“I've seen plenty of civilian reactions to guns being waved at them,” George assured, “But you have a mind of steel, and the constitution to match. It would serve you well in this line of work, though I suspect it serves you just as well in your current career path.”

Aaron wasn't sure what to say to that. He let the gang leader- the person he should be putting in prison- drive to his house, and then physically carry him in to his room.

“I'll see you soon, dear!” George waved his hand, winked, and left.

Aaron considered worrying about that statement. He decided to throw off his binder and order his weight in delivery Chinese instead.