A.N: Oh boy...Where do I begin? Um...Yeah, I'm going to be doing a fanfic for this fandom inspired by the musical...I really like this musical and I'm sad that they ended it the way history went...I want to fix that :) I know this is changing history but hey, if Don Bluth and Disney could each change history then I can too. So here's how it's going to work. The characters are going to look the way they did in the musical, not historically (Duh) and I don't own the musical or the characters. Lin-Manuel Miranda owns those precious gems ^^ and also, I don't really know how a lot of political meetings work, so just go with it. Okay, enjoy! ;)

Weehawken, New Jersey: 1804

PLOW!

Aaron Burr stood there in shock as he lowered his gun. What did he just do!? Not ten feet away from him, his opponent, Alexander Hamilton, clutched the area below his chest as he fell to the ground in agony. Burr looked at the shotgun his hand and back down at his enemy. He literally felt his world crash around him as he watched his ex-friend bleed to death in front of him.

The doctor that Hamilton knew and Nathaniel Pendleton ran to his side and helped him to stand up. "Quick! We gotta get him back across the Hudson before it's too late!" Pendleton yelled, they began to drag him away from the site of the duel and back to the boat and rowed him across the river. Meanwhile, Burr just stood there still in shock.

"I can't believe this...I'm a terrible shot and yet I struck him…" Burr fell to his knees. He began to remember his old friend and how they were friends in the beginning and slowly became enemies. As Burr looked back on those memories he wondered what went wrong to make them have to fight each other. Then he realized it…

...Hamilton was right…

He hated to admit it, but his rival was right. He was right about voting for Jefferson to take office, Burr realized that he really didn't stand for anything but himself, and that wasn't right, but his stubbornness prevented him from admitting it. He thought it was tragic that it took him this long to realize that they were both right and wrong. They could've prevented all this never have dueled but now...his friend could possibly die and it was all thanks to his stubbornness and pride.

Burr left the site of the duel and went to get a drink at the bar. As he sipped his drink he heard screams and cries ring throughout the city, he knew who they were for. As lucky as he felt to still be standing, he couldn't help the large aching amount of guilt that filled his soul.

Suddenly, the doors to the pub burst open and in came a man and a woman with tears in their eyes and their faces were flushed.

"He's dead! He's dead! Alexander Hamilton is dead!" The woman screamed, Burr couldn't believe what he heard! His rival was dead, and he killed him. Starting to feel choked up, he quietly said a prayer.

"Dear lord, bless his soul." He sobbed, he then took a huge gulp of his drink.

Washington D.C: Present Day

"Ladies and gentlemen of the house, our first order of business of our cabinet meeting today is the status of our economy." The president spoke. He looked to a man next to him who had neatly combed gray hair and was in a grey suit.

"Secretary William Rodgers." He said giving a nod, the man returned the gesture and spoke. "According to our Treasurer, Michael Thompson, our economy has been...tight lately...I guess one could say that the system is starting to malfunction and all the banks are...failing…" He said,

Everyone stood up upon hearing this, "What is Thompson going to do to stop this!?" One of the other members of the cabinet asked, she was thin with black hair that barely went past her shoulders and was in tight a blue dress and jacket.

"He's not sure, he suggests that maybe we enforce an Expansionary Fiscal Policy." Secretary Rodgers explained,

"No! That will only make the problem worse!" The lady cabinet member yelled, "That's the only real plan he has!" Secretary Rodgers retaliated, "There's no other way!"

"Enough!" The president yelled, both politicians shut up.

"Apparently there's currently nothing we can do...For now, we leave things as they are and see what happens." The president told them. "Let's hope to God that this crisis will end soon…"

In downtown D.C, a man in a trench coat was walking down the street. His hair was gray and he had a beard and black framed glasses. This was Peter Johnson. A scientist who worked for the government. His experiments one daughter and divorced, his ex wife lived all the way across the country in California and his daughter was in New York attending school to become a historian. He stopped at a newspaper machine and put in a quarter. He opened the hatch to the machine and pulled that day's newspaper. He managed to skim over the less important news of the day until a certain article caught his eye.

"...Hm...Our country's economy grows worse...only a miracle can save us…" He read the article title quietly to himself, "The economy's in trouble? A miracle?...This is our chance!" He said happily,

The U.S Department of Science, Washington D.C

"Sir! I've got some great news!" Johnson told his boss, his boss was Mr. Porter, a bald man with glasses in a lab coat. He ran the Government's science facility.

"What is it, Johnson?" He asked, "Remember the "little project" we've been working on? Well, now we can finally use it for good!" Johnson replied, he then showed his boss the newspaper with the article about the economy failing. This confused Mr. Porter.

"What is the failing economy have to do with our project?" He asked, "That's the thing! Our project brings people back from the dead! We could bring back a treasurer from the past who could help us!" Johnson explained,

"But Johnson, who would we resurrect?" Mr. Porter asked,

"I don't know, but I know someone who could help us with that…"

New York City

The ringing sound of a cell phone on a nightstand rung through a small apartment in New York City. A tired groan came from the bed next to the nightstand and the person in the bed turned over to lie on their stomach and attempted to block the noise of the phone with their pillow. The cell phone wouldn't stop ringing which caused the tired person growled frustratingly as they took the pillow off of their head. It was a girl with dark wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. Her hair was a complete and utter mess and there was dried drool on her chin. She leaned on her elbow and reached for her phone answered it.

"Hello?" She said sleepily, "Rose? It's me." Johnson said, "Dad? What are you calling me for? It's my day off, and I'm trying to sleep." The girl known as Rose replied grouchily,

"Honey, I have a very important question to ask you. It's a history question and since you're studying to be a historian I figured you could help." Her father explained to her, "Okay dad, what's up?" She asked,

"Can you name one brilliant mind that helped our economy?" He asked,

Rose sat there and thought for a minute, she had to think of someone who she had learned about. She knew the founding fathers of America really helped the economy. Suddenly she thought of one.

"Well, there was Alexander Hamilton." She replied,

"Alexander Hamilton." Her father repeated, "Yeah, he established the first national banks of our country, he wrote a bunch of essays supporting the constitution...He really helped our nation come together." She replied,

"Alright, thanks sweetie." Johnson said hastily hanging up, "Wait, why would you want to know-." Rose asked, she was cut off by her father hanging up. "Dad? Dad?" She said after he hung up,

Mr. Porter and Johnson got to work putting Johnson's plan into action. They had men get Alexander's remains from his burial site and brought them back. They put him in the chamber in which they were going to resurrect him and got things ready for the process. They attatched tubes to his limbs and removed the bullet that killed him from his body.

Mr. Porter and Johnson gave the people operating the chamber a signal that they could go and they started the machine up. Lightning flashed and the heat inside the chamber went up. After a minute of running the chamber, they stopped to see if the resurrection was complete. They opened the chamber to see that he was completely restored. He looked like as young and healthy as he was when he was alive. But was he alive?

"...Did it work?" One of the men operating the chamber asked, they entered the chamber and looked closely to see if he was breathing. He looked still. Suddenly his right arm shot straight up and he began to groan in agony.

"It worked! He's alive! Quick! We must get him medical assistance! Stat!" Mr. Porter ordered, they loaded him onto a gurney and rolled him into the medical quarter of the institute. Once they got him in a room, they inserted some blood and bodily fluids into his system and waited for him to wake up.

Well, that's it for the first chapter! I know it didn't have Alexander in it all that much, but the next chapter will have a A LOT of him in it! I swear! Okay, see 'ya! :)