A.N: Hello again guys! Here's the chapter 2! Woot!

Alexander groaned as he put his left hand to his head.

'Ugh, what happened?' He thought to himself, he struggled to open his eyes as he moved his hand to slick back his black hair. The last thing he remembered, he was standing in Weehawken, New Jersey, he and Burr got into a duel...and he lost. He remembered it all too well, the slight chill in the air that morning, the scared look of his opponent, the pain he felt as he was shot down.

Then he remembered being in a bright place with Eliza, and Angelica, Laurens, Phillip, and Washington! But now he was no longer there!

'Where am I? What is this place? It feels different. Am I here? Am I on the other side?' He asked himself,

Then he heard the door open. In walked a nurse with tan skin and black hair. She approached the bed that he was laying in.

"Sir?" The nurse said to him,

"Angelica?" He said thinking it was his sister in-law, "What happened?" He asked, he then opened his eyes for the first time since the resurrection and smiled upon seeing the nurse.

"Angelica...My Angelica..." This confused the nurse. She knew that he had mistaken her for someone else. She put her hand on his right wrist trying to comfort him.

"Mr. Hamilton, stay calm." She said, his eyes adjusted a little bit more until he could fully see clearly. He looked around confused. "This is not my home…" He then looked to the nurse, "...And you're not Angelica…"

"My name is Carol, I'm a nurse." She told him, he sat up only to feel a huge pain between his ribs. He hissed in pain and on an impulse put his hand to where it hurt and tossed his sheets aside to see his chest was bandaged up. He looked to the nurse confused.

"Don't be alarmed, we removed the bullet and patched you up. You're going to be okay." The nurse smiled at him,

"I'm going to live? I'm going to live!" He smiled and sighed in relief. I'm not leaving Eliza! Tell me, fair nurse, where is my wife?" He asked,

"...Who?" The nurse asked raising an eyebrow,

"My wife, Eliza, best of wives and best of women." He replied as a blush spread across his face,

"And my Angelica, my wife's sister. She's almost as beautiful as my wife!" How he couldn't wait to see the two of them again. His beautiful wife, the woman who was willing to spend her life with him, and his amazing friend, who, along with his wife, forgave him after all the wrong that he had done.

The nurse froze up, she didn't know how to reply. "Um...well…" He noticed her hesitation. He got a bad feeling.

"...Where are they?" He asked again, but before she could answer, Johnson and Mr. Porter entered the room.

"Ah! You're awake! Perfect!" Mr. Porter said delighted, "How is our patient feeling this morning?" He asked, Alexander just eyed the two men oddly. 'Strange apparel they're wearing.' He thought,

"Alexander, allow us to introduce ourselves, I'm Mr. Martin Porter and this is Mr. Peter Johnson. We had our medics fix your wound. You should recover just nicely, nothing to worry about." He explained to him,

"But why are you dressed so differently? And why does this room look so odd?" Alexander asked them,

"...You see, you were gone. You died from your gunshot wound. But we resurrected you from the dead. You're in the year 2017." Johnson explained,

"Amazing! I remember when I was shot, the doctor said my wounds were mortal. That I wouldn't make it. but I'm still here!" Alexander told them, he smiled a little. "You saved my life. Thank you."

The two scientists smiled, "It was no trouble." Johnson replied,

"Now I must see my wife, Eliza. Where is she? The last time I saw her, she and Angelica were at my bedside, both had tears in their eyes." He looked sad when he said that but instantly perked back up. "But now I'm going to live! They need to hear this good news!" Alexander said happily, "Where are they? I have asked this fair nurse where they are but she isn't telling me. He said,

Both scientists were unsure of how to respond, just like the nurse. Finally Mr. Porter replied,

"I'm afraid your wife and her sister aren't here."

"...Well, where are they?" He asked, both scientists hesitated again. Their silence said it all. Alexander's eyes widened, he slowly shook his head.

"...No...no they can't be…" They gave him a sad look.

Tears began to fill the resurrected man's eyes and he began to shake. He buried his face in his sheets and cried.

"Eliza! Angelica!" He cried, then he lowered the sheets from his eyes and glared at them. "Why have you brought just me to this terrible place! Why didn't you also save them!?" He demanded,

"We have brought you back for a very important reason. Our economy is failing horribly, and we need an outstanding mind to help us. According to history you were one of our nation's best treasurers, so we chose you." Johnson explained,

"Well you might as well have not saved me, you might as well end me again! No life is worth living without my wife and Angelica! They were the only people who loved me since my mother died! And now they're gone!"

"No! We need you!" Mr. Porter assured him, "With our help, you will do our country a great service again...Unfortunately, you seem unfit for modern life to go just yet. In our modern day society, the customs and mannerisms of your day no longer matter, if we were to send you now the government will think you're mad, plus with your injury you can't really move much. And we can't keep you here...You need someone to take care of you and show you the ways of the modern world until you are ready…" Mr. Porter then thought of somebody and smirked.

"Who's going to care for me?" Alexander asked, Mr. Porter turned to Johnson. "Take him to New York. Leave him with your daughter, hopefully she can help him…"

New York City

Rose grumbled as she fumbled for the key to her apartment. She opened her apartment and entered. It was a rather nice place with a space living room and a small open kitchen. The living room was nicely decorated with a sofa and a few chairs and a coffee table, a flat screen hung on the wall for when she wanted to watch T.V. Next to the small open kitchen there was a hallway that had four doors, two on each side. Two of the doors were bedrooms, one room was her room, and the other was a guest room. And the other two doors were a small bathroom and a closet.

Rose slouched into her apartment tiredly and collapsed on the sofa. It had been a long day at work and school and all she wanted to do was sleep. Work wasn't that bad but school was a whole lot worse. Her college history professor had assigned their entire class to write a twenty page essay on the Revolutionary War that was due by the end of the semester. Out of all the topics that she had learned about, the Revolutionary War was one of the hardest things for her. She had been racking her brain trying to write something but eventually came up with nothing. She was tired.

'Ugh! Someone kill me!' She thought to herself, 'I swear, if I have to see or hear one more thing about the Revolutionary War or one of the founding fathers, I'm gonna scream!"

But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. She groaned, "Coming!" She said to whoever was at the door, she got up from the couch and went to answer the door. She opened the door to see her dad and some other guy waiting on her doorstep.

"Hey Rosie!" Johnson said happily to his daughter, Rose smiled and hugged her father. "Hey dad." They broke off from the hug and she eyed the guy oddly.

"Who's this guy?" She then looked at his clothes. He was wearing what looked like a suit from the 1700s or something.

Johnson cleared his throat. "Sweetheart, I'd like you to meet one of our founding fathers, Alexander Hamilton."

Rose's eyes widened, "...What?" She said in disbelief, then she screamed from the top of her lungs.

Oh boy, this was quite the surprise for Rose. So yeah, Alexander's alive and they're going to show him the modern ways of life. What will be Rose's reaction? Find out in the next chapter! ;)