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"WAIT WHAT!?"
Alexander's eyes widen as Burr told him the whole story. Turns out he was in 1797. And he had just made the worse decision of his life which was the reason Eliza, his wife, was so mad. She had just learned the details of the Reynolds' Pamphlet and was angry about the information within it. Alexander looked at the man in shock as Burr nodded.
"How did you not know that?"
"I'm not your Alex!" he insisted. "I'm from 2017! I don't belong here!"
Aaron's eyes widen. "Astounding! That is 200 years from now! How are you still alive?! And younger?"
Alexander just simply shrugged. "I don't know but how am I supposed to get home?!"
Burr shrugged as well. "Well since you are basically homeless, I am willing to assist you. You may sleep in my room if you would like."
"What about you?"
"I have some work to do in here anyways." he digressed. "I will get my sleep later."
"What about my wet clothes?"
"Just find something in my room to wear instead." He stated. "I clean them up for you."
Alexander nodded, getting up and heading to Burr's room. Before leaving, he turned to the older man and smiled. "Thanks."
Aaron smiled back before sitting at the desk. "You are very welcome."
The young man walked down the hall to a vacant room. He walked inside and looked around. Flowers in elegant vases and candles laid on a table as he walked in. He stared at the painting above it all and look in awe. There was a painting of a woman. She wore a delicate light green dress and her dark hair laid nicely on her shoulders. Alexander continued to stare up at the picture.
She was beautiful.
"I wonder what happened to her…" he said aloud.
"She died when I was young." a voice spoke as Alexander turned to the door to see Theodosia. The young girl stepped into the room and stood next to him. She looked up at the picture longily before speaking once more. "My father talks about her all the time. I wish I got to know her like he did. I wish I could have spent more time with her and saw how glorious she was."
"I think the same way about my mom." the islander told her. "She died of illness when I was twelve. I always think about her and usually write about her in my book. It always makes me cry but I know she's watching me from above…"
"I want to be there with her sometimes.."
"I know.." he nodded. "But who gonna be here to hug and hold your dad when he's sad? You don't want him to be lonely, do you?"
She shook her head. "And you have your father too, don't you?"
"No." he said, looking at the ground solemnly. "He left me when I was ten."
Theodosia noticed the man starting to cry. She hugged him close. "It is not your fault. Leaving you was his mistake. Do not torture yourself. He is simply missing out of how resplendent you are."
Alexander rested his head on her chest as he continued to stare at the painting. "And your mother gets to witness how beautiful of a woman you are becoming from the heavens."
"Thank you for the gesture Mr. Hamilton." she thanked, running her fingerings in his hair, which was now dry. The writer sneezed as the teen grabbed the man's face. "I think you are getting ill Mr. Hamilton. Let me help you out of these cold clothes."
~I~I~
"What do we do about the old guy?" Angelica asked, pointing toward the bedroom. "We can't just leave him in there."
The group was standing near the spare bedroom door. The oldest Schuyler was standing the closest to the door and stared towards Laurens for guidance.
"You're right." John nodded, getting next to Angelica. "We need to find him some more fitting clothes." He looked towards Lafayette. "Laf, let him wear some of your stuff."
"Okay!" the french man exclaimed before running into the living room to go through his freckled faced man then pointed out.
"Since he's from 1797, Eliza and Angelica are gonna have to stay away from him."
"WHAT WHY?!" the girls asked in unison.
"Because you two are mad at him because of the Reynolds' Pamphlet!" he reasoned. "He had an affair and wrote about it to the public.."
"Maybe if we-" Eliza spoke but was cut off by John.
"No, as the historian here, me, Hercules and Lafayette will console him."
"But shouldn't you not?" Peggy asked. "You did say he got upset when you entered the room."
"Yeah but there is no way he'll still crying." The man with freckled stated before opening the door to see the old man still in tears on his knees. John closed the door. "Nevermind."
"I got the clothes!" Lafayette beamed, handing John the folded items.
"I'll give it to him." Thomas stated, retrieving the clothes and going into the room with the old man. The remaining people in the hall shrugged.
In the room, Jefferson stared down at the old Alexander as he bawled on the floor. The bushy haired man handed him the clothes before saying.
"Look, I know you're sad and I know you asked me to bring me your suit but, I don't have it. You'll have to put this on."
"Alright then," the old man nodded, wiping away his tears. "I will don this. Look away unless you want to see me undressed."
Jefferson blushed before turning away as the man put on the new clothes. Once he was done, the man turned back around. The new clothes fit perfectly on him. He wore a purple polo shirt with jeans. Alexander looked at himself in distaste.
"This outfit is disgraceful! Are you certain that there is nothing else to wear?"
"I'm positive." Thomas nodded. "Lafayette picked it out."
"Lafayette… Marquis de Lafayette?!" His eyes were as wide as saucers. The tears came back as they fell down his face. "Where is he, if I may ask."
"Outside with the others."
"Others?"
"Ya know, Hercules, Frederick, Peggy, Eliza…"
"Eliza…" he repeated, his tears coming down in bigger blows. "I wanna speak to her, if I may."
"John said she can't come in here."
"Why every not?" he asked, wiping the tears that masked his face. More came down as he spoke. "I want to talk to my wife."
"Fine." Thomas said, stepping out the room to confront John about the predicament.
~I~I~
"Thank you for all this."
"It was no trouble Mr. Hamilton."
Theodosia had tucked the young man into bed after putting him in a nightshirt and getting him cleaned up. She rubbed his face before her smile grew brighter.
"You feel fine Mr. Hamilton. Your illness seemed to have vanished."
He nodded, getting comfortable as the teenager heard a knock on the door down the stairs. She looked towards Alexander before exiting the room and rushing down the stairs. She then made her way to the door and met eyes with Philip Hamilton.
"Hello madam. I was wondering if you-"
"Well if it isn't Mr. Philip Hamilton." Burr smiled, coming up behind his daughter. Philip smiled.
"Good evening Mr. Burr. I was sent out by my mother to see where my father is."
"Well he is right-" Theodosia started as Burr finished.
"He is not present here Mr. Hamilton. Please be on your way. My daughter needs her rest."
"But he is in your room dad."
"Really?" Philip questioned. "Sir, with all due respect, are you attempting to hide my father?"
"No." he responded. "Your father is not here."
Philip raised an eyebrow. "Your daughter just said that he was in your room. Now if you excuse me, I will be retrieving him now."
"No you won't." Burr replied, dragging him back outside the door and shutting it.
"Why did you do that?" Theodosia asked as Aaron replied.
"He is not the Alexander he is searching for…"
"I do not understand." she stated as Burr rubbed her cheek.
"Go to bed. I'll explain it in the morning over breakfast."
She nodded before heading up the stairs to her room. Burr sighed in relief, going to his bedroom door to check on the young man. He beamed as he watched Alexander snore softly from his spot on the bed. He then looked at the painting on the wall.
"Good night my love." he whispered before closing the door gently and heading to his office.