When John woke up the next morning with his arms wrapped around someone, he almost screamed. Then he noticed they were both clothed, and he physically relaxed before the pounding headache hit him like a brick to the head. "Ugh, Jesus Christ," he muttered.

"What about him?" the man he was holding asked. Oh crap, he was awake? Well, maybe that was for the best. And maybe he had an idea of what happened last night. All he remembered of the evening was a knife to his throat and then someone came along and saved his life. And he was pretty sure it was the man in his arms.

"Nothing, my head's just killing me."

"How can your head be killing you? I don't believe that's possible, unless you have some form of brain cancer." The man gave him a confused look, which caused John to give him the exact same look.

"It's an expression for when someone has a huge headache..."

"Oh. Okay then." John smiled softly at him before trying to remember his name. Alexander Hamilton? Yeah, he was pretty sure that was it.

~~That's all for this one. She didn't get any farther than that for this new one. Thank you. -Bre~~