Alexander Harriston/Alexander Hamilton
Hello! I know that this idea isn't really that original, but I hope I can make this story interesting enough to make you stick around. Also, here's your daily reminder that these characters belong to our dear Linnamon roll, Lin-Manuel Miranda. Or not, since they technically were real people... Eh, don't think about it too much. Enjoy :)
Hamilton!
Hamilton!
Alexande-
"Alexander Harriston!"
Alexander bolted upright in his seat. "-THE CONCLUSION IS THAT THE STUDENT BODY WILL HAVE BETTER ACCESS TO THE FOOD IN THE CAFETERIA!"
Gregory Washington stared at him from the other side of the table. He glared at one of the students to his right. "Darcy, did you give your assignment to Harriston again?"
The man in question, Finneas Darcy, sunk into his seat. Gregory's eyes spoke of immense disappointment. Alexander glanced at Finneas and saw him wince. At least the man had the decency to feel sheepish, Alexander thought.
"Sorry, Greg. But, come on! The guy's reliable, right, Lex?" Finneas defended, looking to him for support. Now, he was proud of the cafeteria plan he came up with, and he was getting pretty bored of handling the finances.
He did like being able to work on a wider scale. Not to say he didn't think the finances were important- actually, if the school didn't handle their funds well, it would severely affect- wait, he's getting off-topic.
"Harriston?"
"Gregory, I wouldn't mind handling a little more work," he said. No, he wouldn't admit that he liked it, being able to mold the school's foundations as he liked. If he said that, Gregory would look at him like a disappointed father scolding his son.
He added, "But Finneas did pass on his responsibility to me. It's your job, Finneas." Said man looked at him, an affronted expression on his face that, quite frankly, had Alexander snorting to hide his laughter.
Gregory stared at him for a second longer, and Alexander deflated, because that meant he didn't quite believe him. Suddenly, it was getting harder and harder for him to hide things from the older man. "...Darcy, I'll talk to you after the meeting. Harriston, I'll speak to you after classes."
Alexander sincerely hoped he wouldn't be removed from his position in the council. Although he was a relatively new student, he was able to rise above his station through hard work. He was smart, non-stop, and a self-starter to boot. He wouldn't throw away his shot now.
"So about those financial plans?"
Alexander was snapped out from his thoughts. An easy smile made its way onto his face. "As I was saying- or was supposed to say-"
The meeting went on for a few more minutes. Alexander spent his time listening to the other council members' proposals, picking apart their flaws and strengths.
Sometime in the middle of it all, he couldn't remember, he spaced out. He's been doing that a lot lately.
Flashes of court rooms, familiar faces, frustrated words, and distant voices flitted across his mind.
"Are you ready for a cabinet meeting?"
"Jefferson, the floor is yours."
"Hamilton, take a walk."
"We need bold strokes!"
"That's an order from your commander."
"Meeting's over. Thank you for your presence."
"Washington, sir!" he gasped. George looked at him- wait, George? Alexander blinked. No. Not George, he doesn't even know a George. Gregory looked at him weirdly. "Yes?" he asked.
Alexander stared at him a moment too long. "Uh. No, nothing, si- Gregory," he replied. "If you say so," the older man shrugged.
As Gregory exited the room, Alexander swore he looked disappointed.
He closed his locker.
"Ah- excuse me."
Alexander looked at the person who'd bumped into him. "No problem," he absently said. The girl was about his height, dark skinned, her frizzy hair tied back. She stared back at him, an eyebrow raised.
"Huh. Not gonna flirt?" she asked.
Ah. Alexander knows who this is. He's heard enough of the Skyler sisters from his friend, Burr, to deduce which ones were which.
The girl in front of him held herself with an unusual confidence he didn't often see from his peers. In fact, he'd even say it was comparable to Washington's own confidence.
Her eyes were intelligent. This must be Angelica.
Before he knew what he was saying, the words were already rolling off his tongue, "You don't look like an easy woman to satisfy." Angelica's face fell flat, and then she took that as her cue to leave.
"I've worn that exact same expression many times before, you know. If you need to talk, I'm available," he called out. Skyler stopped for a second.
"My name is Angelica Skyler. Although, you already knew that, didn't you?" she said. Alexander grinned. "Mine's Alexander Harriston!" She didn't look back.
"Just you wait," he muttered.
The cafeteria was crowded, as usual. Alexander really hoped that they'd consider implementing Finn- oh, right, his plan soon. It'd make life easier for both servers and students.
Luckily, a girl he'd never seen his entire life gave him her lunch. She smiled at him and told him not to worry, and that she just thought he looked tired. Alexander wondered if he really looked that worse for wear.
The girl was kind, and held a grace and compassion in her eyes that Alexander found too difficult to name. He felt like he could relax around her, like he could be more open. He usually never felt like that around anyone.
She must be formidable person, he thought.
All of that aside, what struck him the most was how easy and right it felt to talk to her. And to top it all off, she just seemed so...familiar. Well, recently, a lot of things seemed familiar.
A brightly lit room, ball gowns, suits, dancing, chatting, glasses of wine, and soft smiles invaded his vision.
"Elizabeth Schuyler, a pleasure to meet you."
"I'll leave you to it."
"Be true."
"I swear to God you'll never feel so..."
"Helpless..."
"Take a break!"
"I hope that you burn."
"Alexander, did you know?!"
"It's quiet uptown."
"...Best of wives and best of women."
He almost fell face-first into the floor. When he regained his balance, he looked around to see the cafeteria and the bustling students inside it.
Not a ballroom.
Well, he had his lunch now, so at least he didn't have to wait in line.
Practically every table was occupied by different groups. "Alexander!" someone shouted, and the man himself thought the timing was quite convenient. He was getting tired of searching for a table.
Arin Burr waved at him from across the room. Alexander weaved through crowds of students relatively easily, and was soon standing at his friend's side.
"Alexander, good to see you!" he greeted, adding, "I'd like you to meet a friend from my History class." Alexander peeked behind Arin and saw three boys chatting animatedly about something or another.
"A friend?" he deadpanned. One of the boys noticed him and sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Uh, yeah. That'd be me. Sorry, I hope you don't mind that I brought some friends of my own?"
His curly hair was tied back, and his face was sprinkled with freckles. Alexander felt his stomach twist in a way he'd never felt before. It was... painful.
Drunken nights, barks of laughter, friendly banter, and fleeting touches invaded the forefront of his mind.
"I'm John Laurens in the place to be!"
"Take another shot!"
"Laurens, I like you a lot."
"Let's get this guy in front of a crowd!"
"Raise a glass to freedom."
"There's hope for our ass after all!"
"Laurens, do not throw away your shot."
"Are you okay?" the boy asked. "John?" Alexander whispered. For a second, he was confused. Why did he ask that? Who's John? It sounded so familiar. But...he didn't know.
"Oh. You didn't tell me you already told him my name," John smiled at him, although he was talking to Arin. "Full name's John Laurence, in case you didn't know yet."
Arin looked at Alexander, confused. "But I didn't..." he mumbled. Alexander's cheeks burned a bit.
"Ha, he's shy. Don't tease him too much, mon ami," one of John's friends quipped, nudging his arm. John swatted his hand away. Alexander's lips pressed into a line, his irritation showing on his face.
The man who said that spoke with a French accent. He noticed Alexander staring at him.
"Hello, friend. My name is Latyeffe. Lancelot Latyeffe. Nice to meet you," he greeted, sticking out his hand. Alexander shook it firmly. "Not sure If I can say the same," Alexander snarked. Lancelot barked out a laugh. The boy sitting beside him sprang up.
"What's up! I'm Hercules Morgan, although I personally don't think I need an introduction," he announced, also sticking his hand out. However instead of a handshake, his hand was positioned for a fist-bump.
The corners of Alexander's lips perked, forming a somewhat amused smile.
"Alexander Harriston. Nice to meet you as well," he nodded, finally acknowledging all three boys. The moment he sat down, John threw his arm around him, Lancelot flashed him a toothy smile, and Hercules clapped him on the back.
Alexander let himself laugh like he'd known them for years.
Arin watched them all with a fond expression, but for just a split-second, he frowned. After that, he resumed smiling, even though it didn't quite reach his eyes.
It was the last period for the day. Now, Alexander usually didn't fall asleep in class. That never used to happen before.
That being the case, he also didn't usually space out, see, hear, and feel things that weren't actually there, and he most certainly did not usually feel like he's met people he hadn't even seen his whole life.
To sum it up, his life was at a very weird point at the moment.
Alexander felt himself nod off and he tried to stop it, but it felt like his very consciousness was urging him to bonk out on his desk in the middle of class.
Maybe I should take a break, he thought drowsily.
His eyes agreed. The moment he closed them, he felt his mind slip into unconsciousness. And then, the dreams came. Or would it be more appropriate to call them visions?
Well, he didn't really care about that. The only thing that mattered were the faces, voices, words, and feelings that crashed into him. It was so sudden, and it swallowed him whole like a hurricane.
Thousands of thoughts filled his mind, and he saw pages and pages of writings, and then he remembered what it felt like to write so much it seemed like he was running out of time, of how it was to always want to rise above his station and how he never was satisfied with where he was, and suddenly he knew the pain of losing friends and family, and he felt shame and regret and it felt overwhelming because it was like an entire lifetime of struggle, pain, joy, and sorrow had just crashed into him, and it suffocated him, just like his thoughts of having a legacy did-
A legacy.
What is a legacy?
...he didn't know. Did he?
Oh, but he did. He knows. They were seeds you plant in a garden that you never get to see grow.
But how...?
Oh. It hurt. He was hurting. Something was ringing in his ears. He heard someone shout.
He saw two faces he swore he'd seen only moments ago. They were crying. The world went dark.
...But then he could also see John, a girl who confided in him, a son he didn't have yet, a mother that left him so long ago, and Gregory.
John Laurens.
Peggy.
(His) Philip.
His mother.
George.
...
Mulligan.
Lafayette.
Angelica.
...
Aaron Burr.
...
...
Eliza.
He woke up.
He raced down the hallway. He couldn't keep Gregory waiting. He burst into the Student Council meeting room. "Gregory?" he called out. The man in question was seated at the table. "Harriston," he said. "Take a seat."
Alexander didn't need anymore prompting.
"...How much?" Gregory asked. Alexander didn't need to think twice to know what he meant. Before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out of his mouth as if they'd be forgotten the moment he hesitated to say anything.
"Alexander Hamilton. My name was Alexander Hamilton."
Gregory smiled.
Yup, already knew before Hamboy did. Who else already knows, I wonder? Anyway, just so you know, the pairing in this fic is Hamliza. Sorry to the Lams shippers out there. Other ships are still undecided, but if you have any suggestions (especially for our boi Laurens) then please let me know! Also, the next fic will either be from Angelica's or Laurens' POVs. Stay tuned, updates every Saturday or Sunday.
AK_Ulti, signing out~