Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters! The great Lin Manuel-Miranda does…
Also this is like my first Hamilton fic soooooooooo….. Help pls. And I KNOW that there will be some inaccuracies, sorry. I'm in AP US History for a reason.
3 ~Alex
Reincarnation. Most people would think it false. Yup, just a fairy tale, not real. Complete fiction. That's what everyone would tell you, all except for Alexander Howardson.
He was around 16 when he began to have these dreams that felt more like blasts to the past or, as he called them, memories. It didn't take long for him to realize that that's indeed what they were. It also didn't take him long to realize that they came from the one and only Alexander Hamilton. Being an orphan and no really caring about his last name he eventually changed it back to Hamilton.
Now he was 18 and on his way to New York City, and away from the farms of Missouri from which he grew up. The city was a lot bigger than he remembered. The buildings reaching heights never imagined by anyone in the time he was alive. However, he had to go see a few things before he went back to King's College, or Columbia as it was now called: he needed to see his old house and his grave.
He walked up his old house, memories came flooding back; the good and the bad. He remembered never fully appreciating how elegant it was. Never would he have thought that people would want to preserve his house. It was amazing, and it was thanks to the wife that he never spent enough time with. God, he missed her.
He was so in awe that his house was still here that he didn't realize where he was walking until he ran headfirst into someone. "Oh! Sorry!" he quickly stated.
"No worries," said the guy around his age, "what brings you here?"
"Huh?" Alexander questioned.
"Oh, sorry, I mean- there just isn't usually a lot of people my age that come here. Mostly just old tourists and high schoolers obsessed with Hamilton."
Alexander chuckled,"Yeah, I don't blame them though, it's a good musical. Definitely my favorite!" He couldn't help but feel like he knew this person from somewhere. The way he wore their beeny definitely reminded him of Hercules Mulligan.
"I agree! I loved the way the characters are portrayed! My name is Hercules, by the way, Hercules Mulligan."
Alexander stood there in shock,. "Mulligan?"
"Yeah, I know, very coincidental. Like the Son of Liberty and tailor from the musical."
"But you wanna know something even crazier?" Alexander said breathlessly.
"Sure," he replied.
"My name is Alexander Hamilton."
"Alex?" Hercules asked excitedly.
"The one and only." he said smugly.
"OH MY GOD I THOUGHT IT JUST ME AND LAF!" Hercules screamed and pulled Alexander into a bone crushing hug.
"Wait! Laf is here too?" he inquired.
"Yeah, he's my roommate at King's- I mean Columbia," he put Alexander down, "Man, that's weird.
"I know what you mean. This whole thing is weird."
"Definitely. Hey, do you know anyone else?" he asked hopefully.
"Sadly not." Alexander said.
"Do wanna go see Laf?" Hercules asked, trying to lighten the mood. "I bet he'll wanna see you after all this time."
"Yeah," Alex replied, still a little sad that he didn't know anyone.
They walked through the city talking and just catching up until Alex asked, "So, is it just Lafayette or do you know anyone else?" He was hoping that Hercules maybe forgot to mention that the Schuyler Sisters were there or that John Laurens was also here.
"Well, there are a few people that we think have also been reincarnated, like Aaron Burr, or John Laurens. We think we saw them both in passing a few weeks ago on our way to our dorm. But, other than that, nope."
"Oh," he said disappointingly,"well, I'd rather have you and Laf than nothing, ya know."
"Me too, mon ami."
They turned around to Lafayette standing there with a coffee in his hands looking rather pleased with himself.
"Laf!" Alex exclaimed, jumping on him and giving a hug similar to the one Hercules gave him. "It's good to see you again!"
"You too, le petit lion."
"Still gonna call me that, huh?"
"Yup!"
"Hey, weird request, but do wanna go visit my grave?"
"Yeah, weird. But do you even have your dorm key yet?" asked Hercules
"No."
"Well, we should probably go and get that and them go visit your grave."
"Well, when you put it that way…"
They got his dorm key and made their way his dorm, talking all the way there.
"Do you guys remember Samuel Seabury?" Hercules asked, laughing.
"And how Alex roasted him in front of all those people?" Lafayette added.
"Yeah," Alexander said wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.
They got to his dorm room and opened the front door. It was small, but that's not what was significant about it; it was covered in Hamilton propaganda.
"Well someone's a fanboy," Hercules said sarcastically.
"That would be me," said a voice from one of the small bedrooms. The boy was lanky and had curly hair, and millions of freckles.
"Yo! I'm John Laurens! Like the character, you see that's why I like the musical-"
"JOHN!" the other three shouted and buried him in a hug.
"John! I thought I would never see you again! Oh my god! I've missed you so much, you have no idea!" Alex rambled, "After you died my life fell apart and everything went to shit. Oh my god you have no idea!"
"Alexander? Guys? WAIT! I THOUGHT ME AND AARON WERE THE ONLY ONES! HOLY SHIT, YOU GUYS! I'VE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH!" he screamed, and hugged back.