Hello! I have written another story! I actually had the patience to start the exposition. Then I had the burst of energy and was like, "You know what? I'm going to finish the exposition today!" My brain just looked at me as if I was stupid. I'm not stupid. Anyway...here you go! The action will pick up eventually and there will be some shipping in this, but not yet. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda does.

(A. Ham POV)

To MySon!: Hey Pip! I hope you enjoy your first day of junior year at your new high school. Text me when you can okay?

I gripped the pole above me tightly as the subway jolted during a sharp turn.

The jolt caused me to spill my black coffee, thankfully not on myself, but onto a businesswoman standing nearby.

"Ah!"

She jumped back at the sudden hot liquid seeping into her white blouse.

After recovering from the shock, she looked up from the stain to glare at me.

Her dark brown eyes were frightening, it was like they were staring into my soul, a window to all the horrible acts she was capable of doing to me and was probably going to pursue.

"Be more careful when holding a drink buddy! This is a brand new shirt you know!"

I quickly tried to apologize and make sure I would get out of this predicament quickly.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to I swear! I just was texting my son on my phone and I guess I wasn't holding my coffee properly. Then the jolt just came out of nowhere! What can I do to repay you?"

This only seemed to irritate her, but at least she wasn't as mad as before.

"This shirt," she paused to gesture at her ruined blouse, "is probably worth more than 3 of your plaid shirts combined." I looked down sheepishly at my shirt to see that it was wrinkled and had a faint stain on it. "So I don't think you can repay me anything, mister. Just...forget it."

She turned back around and then proceeded to ignore me.

Now I was getting mad. I know it was my fault, but it was an accident! I have a pride problem as most people that know me have said on multiple occasions. So when she practically called me poor, I wasn't about to just let that go.

"Well, I'm sorry but I don't have the ability to predict the future. And it isn't that big of a deal, you probably have a million white shirt being as you're so rich."

She became stiff as I talked, probably expected me to have no backbone. Well, guess what lady? You're dealing with Alexander Hamilton. And he never backs down to a fight, especially one with words.

So I, of course, wasn't done yet. Oh no. I had only begun.

"What? Are you too 'high and mighty' to speak down to 'peasants' like me? I bet you don't even have a good paying job that you actually earned. Probably just fluttered your eyes at the employer and bam! You're the boss' new secretary."

That seemed to be the last straw, as she whipped back around to face me. She was practically seething now, she made the coffee look cold.

"Excuse you, but I'm actually a lawyer. And I have to go to court today! So if you would please shut your mouth and think before you lash out at someone for your mistake! God, I knew I shouldn't have taken the subway today. The bus would have been much better than this, even if I had to deal with the potholes."

Before I could even think of a rebuttal, she was walking out off the bus muttering something about annoying hobbits.

I blushed, fuming in anger and slight embarrassment as most of the people on the subway now are staring at me.

Ping!

I looked down at my temporarily forgotten phone to see Philip had texted me back.

From MySon!: Hey dad! School is alright so far. I have sooo many classes. And my legs are killing me from all of the walking. The steps dad. The steps!

I smiled, letting a soft laugh escape my lips. My sour mood immediately dissipating as I read my son's text. He always knew how to make me smile.

Just as I was about to text him back, the subway came to a stop.

The automatic doors opened as the sign above flashed

TIME SQUARE 42 ST

I grabbed my computer bag and what was left of my coffee as I went to the closest door.

I threw my empty coffee styrofoam cup in the nearest trash can as I made my way through the crowd onto the subway platform.

As I walked off the subway train and made my way towards the stairs, I noticed one of those gang people that spray paint on things committing vandalism...what was the word…. I knew I wrote an article on them before complaining to the security system….

Ah yes, graffiti artists.

I expected the art to be some gang sign or something, but I instead saw it was an image made up of intricate patterns.

The green swirled into beautiful patterns on a sea turtle. The image was so lifelike, the eyes a window into its soul. The blue swirled around it forming beautiful ocean waves with hidden fish swimming inside.

It was mesmerizing.

I was so awestruck by the art that I didn't realize that the guy had stopped painting to look at me.

I scratched the back of my head as I felt his gaze burn holes into the side of my head.

"Um, I like your work. Did you take an art class or something?"

He just tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows, still staring at me.

He had nice green amber eyes, similar to the turtle he drew.

Things progressively became more awkward the longer he stared at me and I avoided his gaze.

Eventually, I looked at my watch to see how long we have been standing in these positions when I saw that it was a quarter to 8.

Crap.

"Oh, crap. I'm going to be late! I cannot let Burr have something else to use against me for the boss' favor."

I readjusted my bag full of unfinished articles and my laptop as I rushed to the stairs.

I quickly turned around to say bye to the guy, but he was no longer there.

Hmm, odd. Oh well.

I continued walking towards the New York Times building almost getting hit by cars a few times in my rush. I walked, or more like ran, up to the elevator. "Wait for me! Please hold it open!" I yelled and was able to get in just before it closed.

I rushed in past a man that graciously held the door open.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome Mr. Hamilton."

I looked up at that voice.

"Ah, Mr. Burr, sir!"

His emotionless face grimaced slightly at my play on his name.

"Please Hamilton, I have asked you not to call me that too many times to count."

I chuckled at him. He must have gotten his hair cut recently to be neat and short. His attire was, as usual, a white dress shirt and a burgundy formal jacket. He had on his designer dress pants and slightly heeled black dress shoes.

He always liked to dress to impress.

"Aw, Burr, baby! You know I'm just messing with you!"I saw him take a deep breath closing his eyes mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like a death curse on my soul, but what do I know.

"So, how was your morning commute? Mine was absolutely terrible. This woman had the nerve to sass me! And I'm practically the king of sass! I did accidentally spill my coffee on her, but then she blew up at me as if I just dropped an entire bucket of ice on her head! You know what? Maybe I should do an article on the subway. I mean there are quite a few issues that need to be resolved. I also saw this odd graffiti artist. He was pretty good, even though he was committing vandalism. He was a little creepy, but also kinda c—"

He opened his eyes once more with a and stepped off the elevator as it arrived at his floor with a sigh of relief.

"Bye Hamilton. And here's some advice."

"—but before I could even hold a conversation with him he...wait did you say something Burr, sir?"

"Talk less, smile more."

I looked at him with confusion evident on my face.

"What do you me—"

The doors closed as the elevator went up taking me away from Burr.

(Angelica POV)

Ugh, this is not a great start to my day.

I searched in my purse for a tissue as I walked towards up the stairs to the courthouse.

I tried in vain to dab out the coffee, but the stain only spread.

"Ah, curse you, black coffee."

I'm just glad none of it got on my dress pants.

I put on my shades as I came up into the sunlight and wrapped by blazer around myself to try and look professional.

"Oh, why did my car have to be in the shop today? I am not looking forward to dealing with the stain on my shirt throughout the day. At least it's warm today so the coffee will evaporate some."

I walked down the crowded sidewalks with my heels clicking with every confident step. There weren't many people walking today, or maybe it just seemed like that because the crowd parted as I strode by. My air of confidence sending others scurrying back to avoid getting on my bad side.

I had perfected the technique of giving off such an air that even the worst terrorists would avert his eyes and shift nervously with fear if I so much as glanced in his direction. I guess that happens when you've been a lawyer for almost 15 years.

After walking to the court building, she now sat at her desk doing all she could to get the stain out of her shirt.

Ping!

I looked at my phone to see that my sister sent me a text.

From MotherHen: Hey sis! How was your morning? Good luck with the case!

I smiled at her caring nature, she was always the one to try and take care of me, even though I'm the oldest. I always was the overprotective one, but she was the caring mother hen (hence her nickname).

To MotherHen: Hey Liz. My morning wasn't that great. This idiot spilled coffee on me. Hope the kids are treating you nicely.

*Knock* *Knock*

I looked up from my phone and smiled as my partner in crime (not literally 'cause duh, we're lawyers) walked in with coffee in hand.

He had tan skin with wavy, styled, hazel brown hair, that I know he made a huge effort to keep that way. He was sporting a tailor fitted light gray suit and a flirtatious smile that he usually greeted me with daily.

"Hey, Angie—"

"For the last time John, my name is Angelica! A, N, G, E, L, I, C, A! Not Angie, or Ang', and most definitely not Angel."

He just smiled and walked over to me, setting the coffee down on the table.

"Of course, Angel." He said with a smirk as he pecked my cheek before swiftly evading my fist.

"I hate you…" I grumbled as I leaned back in my office chair.

"I brought coffee."

"...are a wonderful human being, that I will forever cherish."

He laughed at my sudden change of attitude as I cradled the reviving drink to my chest, careful not to have any more spill on my already ruined blouse.

"I see. All I have to do is buy your coffee, then you will be satisfied?"

I looked up at him from my drink taking a long good sip of the creamy goodness.

"I will never be satisfied," I said with a wink before setting my cup down on my desk.

John laughed again before sitting at one of the seats in front of my desk.

"So, how has your day been Ang?"

I sighed as I looked down at my ruined blouse thinking of the sour start to my day.

"Not so good."

He frowned at my answer and the fact that I didn't correct him about my name.

He followed my eyes and saw my ruined blouse.

"Yikes, what happened Angelica?"

He must actually be concerned if he said my name right.

Either that or he can sense that I'm already in a bad mood.

"Well, this idiot on the subway spilled his scorching hot black coffee all over me. So now my new white blouse is ruined."

His frown deepened at this revelation.

"Really? Do I need to fight him for you?"

He said playfully, or at least I hope it was playful, he punched his left hand in a threatening manner.

I smiled at this but shook my head.

"No, I think I handled it pretty well, it was an accident anyway I suppose."

John didn't look very convinced but relaxed his posture.

"Okay...but what are you going to do for the case today?"

I sighed at the reminder of possibly one of the most important cases of my career being in less that one hour.

"I don't know. I guess I'll just button my blazer and pray no one important notices the stain."

He frowned in thought for a moment before leaving my office.

"Well, bye?"

I guess he remembered something urgent for the case.

I was reading through some papers of evidence for the case when John rushed back into my office.

He practically crashed into my desk in his hurry.

"John! Are you okay? You should really slow down before you're seriously hurt yourself and will be unable to help with the case."

He pushed himself back up into a standing position before plopping down into a chair trying to catch his breath.

"I'm *pants* fine *pants* I just *pants* needed to *pants* get something."

I leaned towards him handing him some water I bought from the cafeteria.

"Thanks," he said before quickly gulping down at least a third of the bottle.

He wipes his chin hastily and tried to gather his thoughts.

"So, why did you run in here?"

His eyes flew open and he made a rush to pat his pockets before making a noise of relief as he took a white cloth or something of the like out of his pocket.

"Here."

He set the cloth on the table in front of me.

"Uh, thanks for the cloth?"

He tilted his head at my response before the slight confusion left his eyes.

"No, no unfold it."

I did as he asked to see it was not a cloth but a white dress shirt, my old white dress shirt.

"John! Thank you so much! Where did you find it? I have been looking for this everywhere!"

He blushed slightly at my gratitude.

But then I frowned and eyed him warily.

"Wait, how did you find it?"

His blush deepened as he rubbed the back of his neck like he usually does when he's nervous.

"Well, you sort left it at my place."

At this, I blanched giving him an unbelieving look.

"What do you mean I left it at your place?"

He frowned for a moment before he turned as red as a cherry at my implication.

"Oh no! Not, not like that! I meant when we were, you know, together…."

At this, I relaxed a little although now I felt a little awkward as well.

"Oh, uh, yeah of course. Well, uh, thanks, John." I said as a light blush spread across my cheeks.

"No problem Angie," he said with a small smile.

I smiled back slightly decided to let him call me Angie since I could tell he was just trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, I should probably change now before the case."

"Okay. I should probably get back to my office and look over some documents."

I walked with him towards the door and he turned around to say bye, giving me a one arm hug.

"See ya later Angel…." I gave him a look.

"...ica."

I chuckled at his poor save and lightly shoved him out the door.

"Bye Mr. John Church."

He had started walking down the hall before swiftly turning around to glare at me.

"I told you not to call me that! It makes me feel old!"

"Well, now you know how I feel!"

"Yeah well, shut up."

He turned back around walking to his office.

I laughed softly as I watched him walk away before walking to the bathroom to change my clothes.

(Eliza POV)

From SheWillNeverBeSatisfied: Hey Liz. My morning wasn't that great. This idiot spilled coffee on me. Hope the kids are treating you nicely.

I smiled lightly about to respond when the bell rings.

Before I could dismiss them at least half my class jumped up at once and started yelling, I mean talking, to each other ready to rush out the door.

"Wait!"

Everyone stops immediately at my voice and sit back down.

Perks of being the teacher that gives out candy I suppose.

"Before you leave remember to check google classroom for your homework! It won't be much, but it will have to do with the founding fathers—"

"ALEXANDER HAMILTON!"

Some students yelled this then the class broke into laughter.

I smiled, ever since Lin-Manuel Miranda made a soundtrack this has happened more often in class. I'm glad that everyone is so interested in history, but if one more person asks if I'm related to the Schuyler sisters or Eliza Hamilton reincarnated I will assign them an essay.

I can't imagine how Alexander must feel. His name is literally Alexander Hamilton. The amount of people that have gone up to him because of his name recently has been overwhelming. At least that what he says. He could be exaggerating but since I see where he's coming from I believe him.

"Yes, Alexander Hamilton was a founding father, but please. Do not make the homework all about the musical."

A few people blushed as she gave them a long stare knowing their tendency to stray off topic.

"Okay, Ms. Schuyler."

I smiled at them and then opened the door for them to leave for their next class.

"Alright, go on now. You don't want to be late."

"Bye Ms, Schuyler!" was heard as some children walked by waving.

"Bye!" I said with a chuckled before sitting at my desk with a happy sigh.

Thankfully the next period was lunch so I didn't have any more children to look after for 40 minutes.

*Knock* *Knock*

I turned around to see a young woman walk into the room.

A smile broke out on my face as I saw my younger sister walk into my room wearing a warm yellow sweater and skinny jeans. She was a little short but only a few inches shorter than me. She had light caramel skin and dark golden brown waving hair up in a low ponytail. Her dark chocolate eyes sparkled playfully as she walked in.

"Hey Peg!"

"Hey Liz!" we hugged each other for a minute before sitting down by my desk.

I pulled out my lunch bag and took out a container of oatmeal I made this morning, although didn't get time to eat until now.

"So, how is your first day of teaching Peggy?"

She shrugged as she sat on one of the desks nearby instead of pulling up a chair.

"It's cool I guess. I mean, I love being with the younger kids, but I don't know if they'll like me…" Peggy trailed off looking down at her hands.

I quickly grabbed her left hand and squeezed it trying to offer some comfort.

"Of course the will! It may take time, but trust me. You're great with kids! Whenever you came over to babysit Philip when he was younger, he always told me about how much fun he had and asked when he would be able to see you again. A few times I've had to bribe him with candy to stop asking about you!"

Peggy laughed as she blushed lightly at my praise.

"Thanks, sis."

I smiled, happy to bring a smile back to her face. "No problem Peg."

We sat there and talked for a little while before my phone rang.

"Hold on a moment Peg."

She nodded and sipped her iced tea.

I frowned as I saw Philip's school number.

"Hello, this is miss Schuyler speaking."

A polite female voice answered. "Hello, Ms. Schuyler...wait but I thought you were Philip Hamilton's mom. Is this the right number?"I sighed, I had gotten this a lot, but at least she didn't comment on about the Schuyler Sisters.

"Yes, I'm his mom. My husband and I divorced and I kept my maiden name, although we are still on good terms. Now can I ask what has caused you to call me?"

"Oh! Uh, sorry miss I shouldn't have assumed…"

"It's alright, but what about Philip?"

"Well...he got in a fight during lunch."

Oh no, not again.

"Well is he okay? What was the fight about? I can assure you my Philip isn't a violent person. He just has a short temper."

Peggy perked up at the word fight and looked at me concerned. I waved her off as I listened to what the woman said."Well miss, apparently this boy Eacker was taunting him about something and Philip punched him."

"Ah, Philip…" I mumbled under my breath.

"I'll be there as quick as I can."

"Thank you, miss."

I hung up and grabbed my bags.

Peggy stood up to help me gather my things.

"What happened? Is Philip okay? What's this about fighting?"

I sighed deeply and rubbed my forehead as I felt a headache coming on.

"Well, they didn't tell me how wasn't fine but he got in a fight, Peggy. On the first day!"

Peggy wrapped her arms around me for a moment and I relaxed a little in her caring embrace.

"Relax Liz'. Take deep breaths. I'm sure this was only a misunderstanding. Philip is never violent without a reason. He was probably defending himself.

I sighed again and nodded against her back and broke apart from the hug.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"Of course I am."

I smiled at her before grabbing my coat as we walked out of the classroom.

"Now, you're starting to sound like Angelica."

Peggy gasped pretending to sound flattered.

"Really? Thank you! I try." she said this with a hair flip which she somehow accomplished flawlessly with her long hair.

I chuckled as I walked down the hall.

"Tell them to prepare a sub in case I can't get back in time for my next class!" I yell over my back as I walk towards the school lobby.

"Okay! Tell Philip I said hi!"

"I will!"

Okay, that was a little boring, but it will eventually pick up. Reviews are always welcome! I will take any advice I can honestly. Until next time! Which will hopefully be tomorrow?

~PJOandHP4life