Darkness. That's all a certain man saw, a man known by others as Alex Hampton, to him however he knew who he really was. Alexander Hamilton. It all came to him earlier in the day, he was with his parents when a wave of sadness hit him. As if this was not right, as if he should not be by their side. A familiar feeling resided, when he was out in the town he came across a women he did not know, a woman in this time period known as Liz Skyler. The feeling was of love but also feeling of loss and guilt, he at the time did not know why he felt this way but now he did she was Eliza, his wife. He could not shake off the feeling though of how many people he did not know here that he knew in his past life, or who he does know for that matter.
He could faintly hear voices in the darkness, breaking through it. As if it was urging him to wake up, but he didn't want to. He wanted to sleep a little longer, he hadn't felt this tired since the time he had to write his essays defending the constitution. He suspected this was because of the rush of memories and experiences of his past life, having two lives and identities cannot be good for the mind, he wondered which one would be more dominate in that case. It would most likely be Hamilton, after all that side of him, the true side, was a fighter. He would never back down and only do what he can to stay in the game.
"Alex, honey, wake up please." A woman's voice was calling out. One familiar yet not so familiar at the same time. He slowly opened his eyes to be greeted with the sight of her. A woman stood there with a man. Ah, he recognised them, his mother and father. Well in this time period at least. He could not think to imagine having parents now but he looked at them both with longing eyes. He had wished he had a family growing up and now he had it, it was taken away from him. That was the cruelty of life.
"Son, you're awake? Are you hurt? The doctor said you fell as you had low sugar levels. I told you to not skip meals, what were you thinking?" His father had begun to lecture him. He knew he should feel some emotion towards them. Guilt, affection or even sorrow but he didn't. To him he had lost his parents a long time ago. Instead he ended up just looking at them and sighed softly to himself.
"I'm not your son." He muttered out of habit, no he was not this person's son and he had to remember that. He was taken back though by his voice. A British accent. Great. He fought against England to free America and to make it independent and now he was British, that is just what he needed.
His mother looked back at him and held him close in a tight hug. She was holding him and yet she was not ill this time around. It did make him tear up. Now he was not the one to cry however when faced with two lives and two sets of memories and personalities it was hard to keep balance as of yet. Especially getting hugged by your mother who had died and concern from your father that left you when you were ten. He wiped his tears away as he refused to show such weakness and he sat upright, breaking out of his mother's hold. He gave her a soft smile as he moved himself to the edge of the bed and stood up.
Okay, bad idea for him. With everything going on in his mind he had begun to feel dizzy, he held onto the side of the bed until his vision cleared. His parents were trying to stop him but he didn't listen. He was his own man after all. He walked to the bathroom alone and he looked at his reflection in the mirror. His looks hasn't changed much from his past life. It seems the only thing changed was that he was British, someone just shoot him now. However that thought just made rage fill up inside him. Curling up his fist he hit the sink out of anger. His oldest friend and rival shot him when he pointed his gun to the sky. If he ever saw Burr in this life he would be sure to get him back.
He sighed to himself as he looked on the seat of the toilet in the hospital. It contained fresh clothing, he assumed his parents had put them there to give to him when he got better. With a small shrug he had taken off the hospital gown and put on his clothes he was given. A blue shirt and blue trousers were what he now wore, not his initial choice of wear but he guessed that was just his older self-speaking out to him on that, in any case it was still better than what Jefferson would ever wear and that was a fact.
Once he was dressed he walked back to where his parents stood and could not help but feel out of place. Now he knew who he was, he did not feel like he belonged here, not truly anyway. He ignored his father's hand and headed out the door and ignoring his mother's calls he walked out of the hospital. He just held his head up as he walked down the streets and he accidentally walked into someone as he was looking to the sky. His eyes met with one he had always loved, Eliza.
"Watch where you are walking!" A voice came out from behind her, Angelica, of course it would be her.
"Lisa I am sure he didn't mean it. Are you okay? I'm Liz what's your name?." Eliza pulled out her hand smiling. She was as nice as ever.
"Alex Hampton it's a pleasure to meet you." He took her hand in his own and kissed the back of it. He couldn't help it. This was his wife, standing in front of him and yet she did not know who he was. While Liz was not bothered by the kiss Angelica had slapped him.
"For your information she already has a girlfriend. You don't just kiss a girl you don't know." It was clear Angelica was being protective over her sister. Although what caught him was the fact Eliza was already in a relationship. Who could she be with? He knew he had no play in her life anymore, he was not in her narrative anymore.
"I do apologise, I hope the best for you Eli-Liz…" He had to correct himself as he teared up, turning his back to walk the other way, he had to deal with all this, he was no longer in the time he was in and he did not know the same people anymore. He headed straight to his home, he could not think of how so much has changed and also to think you feel the loss of others once you truly have lost them.
The immigrant opened the door with his own keys and ran straight to his room. He was not surprised to see his parents not there, in fact he would like them to stay gone. He was only seventeen in this time despite his room was not one for that age. His walls were yellow, laminated flooring, a wooden desk with pens, pencils and sheets of paper scattered on it and the desk was under a cabin bed. He looked at his desk and saw what was written, it seems he was trying to remember even before he realised it. Written on the paper was two words. ' '. He laughed softly as he sat at his desk and took a fresh sheet of paper and did the only thing he knew what to do. Write in the face of pain. He wrote like he did back in his times, handwriting was back and also he wrote a detailed essay on the American government back from his time, he never did do enough work.
He wrote on and on, even ignoring his parents when they came back when they called for dinner. He wrote until he couldn't keep going. He had fallen asleep at his desk, for the first time but definitely not the last time now he was back. His parents were worried for Alex but they thought to let him have his space as he may be working on his college work or even asleep from the recovery. They did notice though how he had changed but they hoped it was just a small recovery issue and nothing more but they were oblivious to the fact their son Alex Hampton was gone and now in his place was Alexander Hamilton.
A/N: thank you for your time reading this, I didn't write all too much as this is only the first chapter and all so yeah, I will update when I can though so I am not promising any schedules or anything like that. So comment down what you think of this and if there are any mistakes don't be affraid to note them down and I shall change them when I can ^_^
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