1774, The Caribbean

Alexander was pale as he stumbled into his small, old room and got to work writing. He had managed to salvage it from the hurricane that had wreaked havoc and ended just a day before. Picking up a quill and dipping it in ink he began to write. After hours of hard work he was approached by someone. Someone who wanted to read what he was writing. Apparently, they liked it so they told others about it, and after a while there were many people saying his potential shouldn't be wasted. Before they could say any more, a bright light suddenly consumed his vision.

1781, Yorktown

BOOM

Men were screaming as the cannons kept hitting the ground. Arron was looking around, trying to see if there was someone who he could save. There were dead everywhere. Scraps of cannon balls, clothing and guns. He looked around in horror. He shook his head, it was over in the next week, it was going to be over. He looked up at the sky as he heard a loud whistling. Another cannon. Himself and everyone around went running to avoid the cannon ball. Just as they got out of range there was a bright flash and they didn't see the battlefield anymore.

1781, Chesapeake Bay

Lafayette was keeping watch over the seas. He had to pay attention to when the British would retreat from Yorktown. It was going to be over soon. He looked at the horizon. It had been two days and no sign of the British yet. He prayed to God that his friends were alright on the battlefield. The British must have been putting up a fight. As he was looking out, everything started getting brighter. He rubbed his eyes hoping he was just tired. When he opened them again, he wasn't looking at the bay anymore.

1781, South Carolina

John Laurens was sneaking around the plantation. He was sick of the slavery and the people taking advantages of these poor souls. And he was here to stop it.

"Follow me." He said to a group of slaves that were sitting under a tree for the extremely rare moment that they got.

"Who are you?" One asked suspiciously.

"John Laurens." is all he had to say for their faces to light up.

"You're the one helping all of us." another said,

John looked around, "Yes that's me. Now hurry up or this won't work." The group scrambled to their feet and followed John through the trees. He explained the plan to the group. "Pretend like I own you until we get to the safe house. Then you can work your way to freedom." An hour later he was waving at the group as the climbed into the cellar to hide. As he was walking away a light engulfed his vision. And he didn't see the trees anymore.

1781, a City in New York

Hercules was getting tired of sewing the same coats over and over again. The war was going to be over in a matter of days anyway. But if he didn't do something, it would raise suspicion among the British officers. And he didn't want that, he was a spy after all. Sighing as he set the fourth coat of the day down on the pile, he thought of his friends. They were out on the battlefield, fighting for his and this country's freedom. And all he was doing was sewing some pants. Yes his job was dangerous, immensely so. But they were out fighting, and could die any second. Before another thought could go through his head there was a flash and his studio was no longer in front of him.

1781, New York

"It's going to be over soon." Martha Washington said over her cup of tea.

"I can't believe it." Eliza said, bouncing a giggling baby boy.

"I know." Angelica added.

"After all these years we'll be free." Peggy added.

"Just a few more days." Martha said.

"I'm going to go put Philip to bed. I'll be down in a moment." Eliza said, walking up the stairs. As she was coming back down light enveloped the room where all the ladies were, and the sitting room wasn't there anymore.

1781, London

The king threw the letter down in anger.

"What do you mean we're losing?" He asked in a deadly voice. The men in the room all looked at him scared.

"The colonies are too strong, There has to be a spy. They know all of our plans and beat us to the locations to stop us before we can do anything." the general said.

The king sighed, putting his head in his hands. "Get out of my sight." There was a scrambling of feet and a slam of a door and a flash. The king looked up to what he thought was an empty room.

1789, New York

Jefferson sighed as he walked out of the cabinet meeting. He really couldn't stand that Alexander Hamilton. Even though he had just met him three hours ago. Man could that guy talk. It was annoying.

"Come on James. Let me throw one punch." Thomas said to his friend.

"No, then Washington might not let you speak again at a meeting." James Madison said, walking along side him.

"It must be nice for him to have Washington on his side." Thomas spat. They made their way into Jefferson's office where they would be having lunch. As they walked in the door there was a flash of light, and the office was no more.

1801, New York

"See you on the dueling ground." Philip said as he walked away. He didn't understand how some people could just say things like that about someone and not get away with it. "I'll show him he can't talk about my father like that." Philip muttered to himself. He continued walking home so he could get advice from his dad. As he was about to walk in the door there was a flash of light. Philip looked around and saw that he was no longer at his house.

Suddenly, everyone was in a room. Aaron stumbled as he had been running. He crashed to the ground and curled up because the last thing he knew was that a cannon was about to hit the ground.

"AARON!" Someone shouted. Burr both flinched and curled up tighter. Someone dropped to their knees beside them and gently started rubbing their backs. Eliza, Angelica, Peggy, Martha and Maria all watched scared as the men tried to calm the two down. The ones who had been in battle were covered in dirt and sweat and their clothes were torn. They had never seen the effects of war on someone so close to them. Sure they've heard of it, but never seen it. Lafayette and Hercules were off to the side, ready to jump in if something were to happen to the man. Thomas and James watched on in curiosity. They had heard of how bad the war was, but never did they expect it to do this to a man. Off to the side, the king watched a bit guiltily. So this is what the war had done to the soldiers.

"Shh. It's okay Arron." Someone said quietly. Burr was shaking. Why hadn't the cannon hit yet? Or did it? Was he dead?

"Shh. You're not dead." Someone said sadly. "You're safe." Eliza covered her mouth to hold back a sob. Angelica and Peggy pulled her into a hug. This must be so much harder for her to watch. After a few minutes they started calming enough to recognize voices.

"Laurens?" Arron asked. "General?" There was a collective sigh of relief. Lafayette and Hercules came over and pulled their friends into a hug. George Washington just tried to hug them all. He was glad that they were all okay, they were like his children after all. The group stood up, helping Aaron and they looked around tiredly. They didn't seem to notice a confused Alex.

"Mom?" Came a voice.

Everyone looked over to the teenager standing awkwardly from the rest of the group.

"Who are you?" Thomas asked sharply.

"Philip. Philip Hamilton." the teen replied. Eliza's hand went to her mouth and Alexander stared at him whilst questioning his own sanity.

"Are you really?" he asked quietly, and the others seemed to just them realize he was there.

Philip nodded, confused. "You just saw me a few weeks ago." That had Alexander confused, he definatly didn't have a son, he had never been with anyone, besides this guy looked older than he himself.

"..What year are you from?" James asked.

"Now that's a -" Thomas started to say but he was cut off.

"1801." Philip said. Everyone stared at him in shock.

"Alright everyone name your year." Washington ordered.

The majority of answers were 1781. But there were two men from 1789 and most surprisingly, Alexander was from 1774.

"Who're you?" Hercules asked.

"Thomas Jefferson."

"James Madison."

"Aren't you the French ambassador?" Lafayette asked Thomas.

"That's me." Thomas said.

"Better idea, can we all just go around and introduce ourselves? You seem to know each other but I don't know anyone here." Hamilton deadpanned. The others fidgeted before someone stepped up.

"The name is Laurens, John Laurens, and over there is Hercules Mulligan and the Marquis de Lafayette. That's General George Washington and that is Arron Burr. Those three are the Schyler sisters, Eliza, Angelica, and Peggy. That's everyone then." Alex nodded, commuting Johns words to memory. He sat down and thought of how the hell he could have gotten where he is right now. The rest followed suit, although less than happy to do it. They all stood up straight as there was another flash and a piece of paper fluttered from the ceiling. Washington grabbed it out of the air and read it aloud.

Dear People,

I have brought you all here today to watch a musical based on the life of someone in this room. That someone is Alexander Hamilton. Now, I want you all to sit down and enjoy this musical. This is here for you to change the future and save some friends.

Everyone looked confused. 'Save some friends?'. George continued.

And don't worry. Wherever you were at before you came here is fine. Time has been frozen. And yes Eliza, baby Philip is safe.

Eliza sighed in relief.

There's a room off to the side for you to go get cleaned up and washed before we start the musical. (i'm looking at you Alexander, Aaron and Washington).

Signed, anonymous

For the first time they all looked around the room. There were four couches, some chairs and a big black screen on the wall. And true to the letter, there was a door on the far wall.

"What's that?" Philip asked, pointing at the screen.

"I don't know." the king said, also looking at it.

Suddenly, it lit up, and the words "Hamilton: An American Musical" flashed. Everyone jumped back in shock.

"Whoa." Alexander said.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up." Washington said.

The two that were in battle staggered to the room, and the other men who hadn't been clean in a while also followed because it was there to use. After about twenty minutes they exited the room cleaner than they had been in weeks, and in new clothes.

"Let's sit." the king said, shocking everyone. They hadn't noticed he was here. After a second everyone went and arranged themselves on the couches. As they all settled, the lights in the room dimmed and the screen lit up to life.