I do not own Hamilton. The songs are by Lin Manuel Miranda. This is my first story, and I hope that you guys like it!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! wailed the alarm. Lin Manuel Miranda forced his weary eyes open and slammed his hand onto the snooze button. He glanced at the time and sighed. 4:30 A.M. This is what you get for procrastinating. he thought. He heaved his aching body out of the bed and started hastily throwing his clothes into his black suitcase.

"Lin honey, are you up already?" groaned Vanessa as she tentatively sat upright in the bed while smoothing down her tangled mop of dark brown hair. "It's 4:30!" she continued. "Why don't you come back to sleep?"

The concerned wife waited for an answer, but instead received only a grunt. "You forgot to pack!" she accused.

"I wouldn't call it forgot so much as purposefully put-off." the composer smiled mischievously while throwing a pair of underwear into the bag.

Vanessa rolled her eyes and laid back down. Today was January 9th, 2019, the day that her husband would travel to Puerto Rico to reprise his role as Hamilton at the Teatro UPR theatre. She would not be joining him.

"Look Nessie, I know you're worried, but it's only for a month. I'll be back before you know I'm gone." reassured Lin.

But Vanessa never answered back.

"Daddy, do you have to go?" sniffled Sebastian later that morning, his large puppy eyes welling up with tears.

Lin knelt down to become eye-to-eye with his son. "Yes," he answered, sadness dotting his voice, "but it's only for a little while. I'll call you every night so that we can talk, and I'll be come back in a few weeks."

"You promise?"

"I promise." The father and son embraced, the latter wailing, the former trying to comfort him. As Lin boarded the plane, it never crossed his mind that that might have been the last time that he ever hugged his child.

Two and a half hours later and the turbulence had become unbearable. The plane was violently shaking back and forth jostling him until he was sick. The rain was pounding down and Lin couldn't see out the window. He was done. He got up, and slowly made his way over to the cockpit to talk to the pilot.

"What the hell is going on!?" he screamed.

The pilot Henry, turned back to Lin, his face pale. "Sir, it shouldn't be possible, nothing appeared out the radar, there was no news of it happening, heck it's not even in the right season-"

"Tell me what's wrong!" demanded Lin.

Henry gulped. "Sir, it appears that we are stuck in a hurricane."

No. That was the one thought that went through his mind, multiplying into infinity. ... No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! It was a hurricane that destroyed his grandparents home. A hurricane that killed his cousins. A hurricane that had ripped his family to pieces. And now it was his turn to face the dreaded storm.

"I'm going to try to break free !" Henry yelled, but the noise of the cyclone was so loud Lin didn't hear. The engines redirected their power, but the storm was too powerful. The plane was sucked into the swirling vortex at the center of the chaos.

The jet went still and dead silence hung in the air. Out of nowhere, a soft and oh so too familiar song was gently playing.

In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet...

Lin shook his head. He couldn't be in the eye, and yet he was.

For just a moment...

Panicking, he looked out the window, hoping, praying, that this was all just a dream.

and yellow sky...

I hope you enjoyed. I am planning on updating once a week. Please review! All reviews, even negative ones help.