Why Us? Why Now?
Summary: 17 year old Alexander Hamilton is a ward of the state currently living with his foster family in New York. It takes a meeting with a group of college kids at Revolution University for him to realize that not everything is what he thinks it is. REINCARNATION FIC. Regaining Memories for all of them!
Character(s): Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr, John Laurens, Eliza Schuyler, Angelica Schuyler, Peggy Schuyler, George Washington, King George III, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Hercules Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, Others to be added later on.
Warning(s): Spoilers of history and the musical, DEFINATELY AU, Modern time, most stuff isn't how history's written it, I don't even know where this story will go but it's going somewhere. Same sex couples, Male-x-Male, Sexual orientations all over, Reincarnation fic! Regaining Memories. Mentions of Suicide, Abuse, homophobia, immigrant prejudice, slurs, cursing, ETC
I've never written anything for Hamilton before so this is my first story for this fandom, enjoy!
Alex couldn't tell you what was wrong with him even if you asked him point blank. there was so much shit going on with him he wasn't even sure if he was ever normal. All his life he's been this way, never knowing when to shut up and always to stubborn to have his decisions swayed, not to mention getting into fights, cursing like a sailor, arguing with his teachers, getting kicked out of places, etc.
His father abandoned him and his mother when he was only ten years old, two years later him and his mother both came down with Malaria, he got better but his mother passed away as they laid together in bed, both of them to weak to move.
When 12 year old Alex woke up in his mother's arms with her cold corpse pressed against his side he was to weak to move or do anything other than cry. A few hours later he began praying for death to take him despite his mother's past pleading with him to get better, she didn't so he didn't see why he should. Just as he was about to pass out someone, who a lot like his twenty-something year old neighbor, came barging into the Hamilton's home and pulled Alex away from his mother. Alex doesn't remember what happened next, it's all a blur to him now as he thinks back on it.
It was after months of being forced medical care under a false name that Alex finally got better then was sent to live with his older cousin. On the day of his thirteenth birthday he found his cousin in their shared room, his cousin had killed himself and the next day with no time to grief for someone who he'd actually come to care for, Alex was kicked out of his cousin's apartment by the landlord. Homeless Alex went back to his old house and spent two years working under his mother's abusive landlord in exchange for bits of food and a place to live.
Then that damned hurricane happened, ripping away anything Alex had left of his old house, his cousins house, most his friends and old neighbors as well. Practically everyone died due to the storm, yet again Alex was left to survive and alone.
It was a month before he turned 16 that he was shipped off to a Pennsylvania foster home. Since then he's been in and out of abusive or forgetful foster homes all around the state before being sent to New York City.
He's definitely learned by now to keep his guard up and not to get attached.
Back to the never learning how to shut up, which got him where he was now.
Wandering around in New York nearing eleven at night, hiding from his current foster father who had just chased him out of the house when Alex went to far and snapped at the man for him demanding Alex's battered satchel be thrown out. There was nothing on earth that could every make him give up his mother's bag she's owned since the day Alex was born. Sure it was obvious that the bag belonged to a woman but Alex didn't care how that made him look, he kept it regardless. Plus Mr. Pierce was a abusive fuck anyway, what did it matter if Alex didn't go back to him.
Hearing loud music farther up the street and seeing the cars lined up and down the street, which Alex was quickly learning was pretty common in New York City, Alex quickly ran towards the noise.
The music was loud and brash, with the harsh lighting assaulting his eyes the moment he ran into the large building, and Alex loved every single second of it. That is until a large figure suddenly slammed into him, almost toppling him over.
"Whoa! Sorry man!" A tall tan man laughed slurring slightly, "H-Heeeey are you new here? Haven't seen ya around. Where you from?"
"W-What?" Alex said his eyes involuntarily widening.
"What dorm are ya?" The man asked tilting his red cup back and chugging that last of the alcohol that Alex could clearly smell.
"I don't have one yet." Alex lied.
The man blinked down at him before grinning widely, "I'm Jason Perez, I'm a junior here. Just go find the other freshman, uh, Aaron Burr? Yeah that's him. H-Here got a pic on school website." shoving his empty cup into Alex's hands Jason pulled out his cell and fumbled around with it for a bit before turning it towards Alex's face, "Here he is! Aaron Burr!"
Alex had to squint to see the man properly, he was young, probably not to much older then himself, black, with a shaved head, once he could actually see his distinctive features Alex nodded slightly though at the same time he couldn't help but feel as though he'd met Aaron Burr before.
"Just find him. He'll find ya a t-t-temporary bed for the night. Go to Principal King tomorrow to get assigned a dorm. Kay?" Jason smiled and put his phone away before clapping Alex on the back and tossing a quick 'Good Luck' over his shoulder as he walked off.
Alex stared after Jason in a sort of dazed bewilderment before dropping the empty red cup onto the floor and quickly moving off in the opposite direction, maybe he could keep the idea of being a freshman up for a bit longer and find this Aaron Burr to get a room for the night. At least now he won't have to find a empty park bench to sleep on.
Pushing his way past the older kids surrounding him and trying to fight back nausea at the smells of piss, vomit and alcohol coming from all over, after almost an hour of searching and declining all the sudden invites to dance Alex finally caught sight of Aaron Burr, but he needed to make sure. Making a beeline towards the bar Alex stood behind who he hoped was Aaron Burr.
"Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?"
The man in front of him tensed before seemingly blurting out, "That depends, who's asking?"
Alex grinned politely, despite the fact that the man hadn't turned around to face him, "Oh, well, sure, sir I'm Alexander Hamilton, I'm at your service, sir I have been looking for you."
The man, who Alex was positive was Aaron Burr, spun around and stared at Alex in something akin to horror. With each passing second the man grew paler.
"Sir?"
"I'm getting nervous."
Alex stared back at Aaron Burr and tilted his head to the side, "Why?"
"I-I..."
"Yes well, Sir I was told to find you." Alex coughed lightly hoping to get back on subject, "I was told you could find me a dorm for the night."
"A dorm?"
Alex stared at Aaron oddly, "You are Aaron Burr, yes Sir?"
"Yes!" Aaron said only instead of looking at Alex in horror it seemed to melt into confusion and...regret?
"Then could you please show me to a freshman dorm? I wasn't assigned one." Alex said calmly. To be honest, he was still sore from the beating Mr. Peirce had given him earlier all he wanted now was to sleep.
"Freshman dorm?" Aaron seemed surprised but quickly spoke, "Of course! F-Follow me, I know the perfect dorm."
Alex was beginning to get a weird feeling about all of this but all he cared about at the moment was sleep, so intent on getting a bed for the night Alex followed Aaron out of the bar and party area into a long hallway where it seemed the party was also taking place.
"What is everyone celebrating?" Alex asked deciding he might as well get to know about the place he was staying in.
Aaron jumped as though startled before shooting Alex a look then looking away, "The school's received a donation of $50,000 dollars in renovating the west wing of the school."
"Sooooo everyone's celebrating that?" Alex grinned, "Good for them!"
Aaron didn't respond causing the conversation to effectively end and a tense sort of silence to surround the pair.
Sighing Alex reached out and stopped Aaron from walking, "Okay, please stop Sir, we need to talk."
Aaron blinked at him before shifting his gaze away.
Taking a deep breath and really not wanting to do so, Alex asked, "Do you want me to leave?"
Aaron's head cracked with how quickly he caused himself to look back at Alex.
"You're uncomfortable around me, it's pretty obvious. I don't know what I've done to offend you Sir, but for whatever it may have been I apologize. If this will continue to bother you, tell me know I you won't see me again." When Aaron didn't say anything or giving any sign of hearing him besides the widening of his eyes Alex added, "I promise. I'm a man of my word Aaron Burr, Sir."
Seemingly snapping out of whatever funk he was just in Aaron shouted, "No!" Causing Alex to jerk back away from him, "I-I'm sorry. No, you don't need to leave. I'm the one who's sorry, I shouldn't be acting this way. Please stay?"
Hesitantly Alex nodded and allowed Aaron to guide him down a couple more hallways before coming to a stop outside of room 17A.
"Could you wait out here so I could speak with them real quick?" Aaron asked glancing at Alex.
Alex smiled and leaned back against the wall across from the dorm room's door, "Take your time, I don't mind waiting."
Nodding quickly, Aaron knocked loudly on the door before gripping the handle and opening the apparently unlocked door. Alex frowned as Aaron shut the door behind him not giving Alex a chance to look inside, he could hear Aaron speaking with other people but for the life of him Alex had no clue as to what they were saying. Finally after what was long enough for Alex to debate falling asleep right there in the hallway, the dorm room door swung open.
"Bonjour! Je m'apple Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, vous m'appelez Marquis de Lafayette. C'est toi Alexander Hamilton, oui?" A tall black man with long curly hair tied back into a neat bun and a odd gleam in his eyes, practically flew out of the dorm and grabbed ahold of Alex's arm as he tried pulling him into the dorm.
"Um..." Alex turned his head as he was pulled through the doorway and saw Aaron standing next to two other men who were all staring at him as though he were a ghost.
"Lafayette, let go of him you're scaring him!" Aaron said when he saw the look on Alex's face.
The man, Lafayette, looked down at Alex in confusion and his smiled vanished, "Je suis désolé!"
Feeling bad for making the man think he had scared him, though that was mainly due to Aaron's comment, Alex quickly replied, "Vous a fait ne me fait pas peur, je vais bien. Oui, mon nom est Alexander Hamilton. Il est agréable de vous rencontrer Lafayette."
Lafayette's grin came back in full force, but before he could even open his mouth to reply one of the other men the one with the cluster of freckles shouted, "How about you two speak English for us three!"
Alex blushed slightly and muttered an apology, but the moment the apology slid past his lips the others were staring at him oddly.
"Right." Aaron coughed, "Hamilton, this is Lafayette as you already know." Aaron pointed to the freckled man, "This is John Laurens and-"
"I'm Hercules Mulligan!" A muscular black man with not necessarily a bald head nor long hair stood and strolled towards Alex casually before sticking out his hand.
"Alexander Hamilton." Alex shook Hercules' hand and nodded at John, "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. Though if you won't mind, may I spend the night here?"
"Of course you can Mon ami!" Lafayette cheered, "There is an extra bed in John's room you can bunk with him!"
John smiled and said, "You don't really need to ask. You can have this as your permanent dorm you know, our old roommate moved out."
Alex shook his head in disagreement even before John had finished talking, "No thank you, I will only be staying the night."
"You sure?" Hercules said frowning, "You know you can stay man."
Alex smiled at him, "Yes I am sure. I just needed somewhere to rest for tonight, I will be leaving first thing in the morning."
Aaron frowned at him, "Hamilton, I already told you that you don't need to leave."
Alex cocked his head to the side, "I know. I'm leaving tomorrow because I'll need to head back home and talk to my...parents." Alex added lying, "Also to get the rest of my stuff."
"Hamilton is a new freshman here." Aaron explained to the others.
"Oh! Well I'll show you to our room for the night then." John smiled gesturing for Alex to follow him.
"Ah wait!" Lafayette gestured wildly, "May I ask, how many languages do you speak?"
Alex shifted awkwardly before realizing all of then were staring at him awaiting an response.
"I'm fluent in French, Spanish, Hebrew, German and Latin. I'm currently trying to learn Russian...sorry" Alex added seeing the looks they were all giving him.
"Don't apologize man!" Hercules shook his head, "That's just...Wow!"
Alex looked away, blushing.
Silence fell once again but this time due to Alex being embarrassed at the praise and the others were all lost in thought at how...how different Alexander was acting. It was obvious that he didn't remember them, or he did and was pretending not to, either way it was painfully clear that he was still their Alexander Hamilton.
"Uh...the room's right down here..." John suddenly said startling Alex who quickly turned to John and followed him as he led the way down the short hallway in the dorm.
"What the actual fucking fuck." Hercules blurted out.
"He is so...different from before." Lafayette murmured.
"He doesn't remember us." Aaron said staring down the hall where Alex disappeared.
"A-Are you sure?" Lafayette asked with wide eyes beginning to get a bit teary.
It's been about three years since each of them began getting dreams of memories that couldn't possible be their own, but were. In those three years they've come to realize no matter how impossible it may seem that they really were the Aaron Burr, Hercules Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, and John Laurens from the revolution.
Suddenly learning that you were actually close to two hundred and something years old bothered all of them and they each reacted differently.
It wasn't until they all decided to attend Revolution University of NYC, New York that they met each other and met this...this modern times versions of The Schuyler sisters, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Theodosia, Maria & James Reynolds [who surprisingly admitted that they lied about Alexander Hamilton having an affair with Maria and staged it so everyone would believe them. Which resulted in Eliza having a breakdown and then attacking both of them.] all as fellow students and George Washington as the history professor, King George the third as the dean of the campus and of course each other.
None of them had the exact same lives.
Different parents.
Different upbringings.
They most certainly dressed and talked differently.
But at the same time...it was as though nothing about them had changed at all.
It freaked all of them out, so at first they avoided each other like the plague but eventually they all grouped together again, despite not all of them getting along. Things were still sore with Aaron and the others for being the one to shoot and Kill Alexander Hamilton.
As the years passed all of them began to lose hope of ever meeting Alex again. They began to think he was...reincarnated like they were, and it hurt to think like that but they couldn't ignore it any longer.
Only...why did he show up now...and why didn't he remember any of them?
This is my first Hamilton Fanfiction, I've never seen the musical but I have read a few other fanfic's and listened to the soundtrack non-stop!
Please let me know what you all thought, and if I should continue this or not.
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