Mkay, so I started writing this a long time ago, like, 2 years ago, long time. The plot i can live with. But I wrote this when I had a huge HUGE obsession over ASOUE, therefore it's filled with random references and characters names... I don't even know.

So essentially, this was made before Hamilton blessed my ears, so I took the plot and added in Hamilton characters into it, since it already takes place in the 1700's.

A few things you need to know:

The plot works better if Aaron Burr never met Alexander, so it didn't happen in this story.

I use a lyric from a religious song called "Come Hold My Son", it's very beautiful and plays a big role in this story. I can tell you the story about how I came up with the idea, (if I can remember) next chapter, if y'all leave comments saying you want to hear it, bc that is not the song that inspired me. I don't own Hamilton or Come Hold My Son.

I do not have a charger for my laptop so I am writing on my tablet, this wouldn't be such a problem if the autocorrect wasn't so annoying, if it corrects to a word, it won't let me go back and change it unless I get rid of the word all together. Random stupid stuff like that. I am still able to upload, so yay, but if you see any weird words, or something strange, I apologize, but I can't fix it. (So sorry, it drives me crazy!)

PS THIS will be a rather long story, so if you like the prologue then please feel free to follow the story so you can get notified when I update. Sry you had to read all that.

Prologue:

The entire city had gathered for church. The officers slowly piled in after they had finished making their rounds, to make sure that everyone was in church.

The priest began the service, Kathryn sat in the back, cradling her child, praying that she would remain silent for the next couple hours. Kathryn sang along and rocked her baby girl to the music her daughter giggled, Kathryn heard footsteps behind her. She knew what was going to happen.

Thinking fast, she shoved her baby into an unexpecting woman's arms who sat next to her. Kathryn felt pain in the back of her head. She managed to stay long enough to secure that her child in the woman's arms before passing out and falling to the floor. The town watched and released a disapproving hiss.

Kathryn awoke with a start. She didn't recognize the room around her, the clothes she was in, nor where she was.

"Ah! You have finally awoken!" A woman's voice called.a

"Who are you? Where am I? What happened?" Kathryn demanded the woman.

"Ma'am, I am Jannette, you may call me Jane." Jane said with a smile on her face. " i brought you to my house after church yesterday, you passed out after being hit with the officer's wooden slab. You were very wise to give me your darling girl before fainting. "

"Theodosia!" Kathryn gasped, "Where is she?"

The woman hushed Kathryn, hoping it would calm her, but did not. "Theodosia is just in the other room with my son. He is taking good care of her, I do imagine that she's hungry, she's been crying as of late."

"May I see her?" Kathryn asked trying to stand.

Jane pushed her back down as she got dizzy from standing. "Rest my dear,I will bring her to you and leave as I will let you feed her." Jane rose from her chair and left the room.

While she waited, Kathryn studied the room around her. A large collection of books lined the far wall, a cluttered desk sat next to the wooden bed. An oil lamp sat in the bedside table in the opposite side of the desk. Jane's chair was walnut, and had a blue and white checkered cusion.

Jane soon returned to the room, carrying Theodosia. After the crying baby was in her mother's arms, she quited down, still screaming for food.

"I'll leave you to do your thing,"

"Thank you," Kathryn nodded as Jane left.

After the baby has been feed and burped, Kathryn sung her baby to sleep.

"On a cold night in Bethlehem,

No fire warns her hands,

she gives birth to the word made of flesh

the bread of life in a manger"

Kathryn's voice is calm and soothing, thick like honey an d sweet like sugar. Softer than the clouds in the sky or a sheep's wool. Prettier than any diamond or gem.

A knocking at the door interrupts her singing as Jane's son walked into the room.

"Sorry ma'am, I was told to check on you."

Kathryn studies the young man who has been caring for her daughter. About the same age as herself, tall, soft, green eyes, and ginger hair, Kathryn couldn't help but stare at the well built man in front of her.

"Is something wrong?" He asked nervously .

A romance soon blossomed between the two. Shortly after Theodosia's first birthday, the two married and raised Theodosia. They gave her siblings as time went on.

The family grew and the children raised successful. Kathryn sang her special song to all her children.

Theodosia fell in love and married, just shy of her twentieth year, to a man named James Prevost, a British officer, in 1781, however James died out of country.

Theodosia then married a man named Aaron Burr, the two had five kids, only one lived past infancy, they named her Theodosia after her mother. In 1794, Theodosia Bartow Burr died leaving the young Theodosia with her father.

Aaron grew cold and over protective to his daughter, never letting her out alone, or much at all.

Theodosia didn't know what to do without her mother. Or with the change in her father.