First of all, I want to thank all of you who reviewed, favorited, and followed! It means a lot to know you guys like it! I could've sworn I put this in the notes of the last chapter, but I recommend xxSpearmintxx's fic 'Founding Fathers React to Hamilton', as it is the main inspiration for this! (And, I daresay, they update much quicker than I think I'm even capable of!)

This fic has also been crossposted to ao3 in case, I don't know. I just know I can reply to your comments there and some people like it more.

Two things I want ya'lls opinions on though: One, I am considering using different versions of songs together, if that makes sense? Like combining 'The World Was Wide Enough' and 'Ten Things One Thing'? And two, doing some sort of interlude chapter between acts and exposing our revolutionaries to bits of the twenty first century? Just kind of letting them know what became of America what their legacies were, ect? This was a suggestion by Marshmallow in the reviews and I really like it.


"1776 — New York City"

The tension from the moment before had almost drained entirely, a few, namely Eliza, Washington, and Alexander, leaning forward in their seats slightly in anticipation as it was announced where the story would be really beginning.

"Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?"

There was a moment of stunned silence, watching a young Hamilton trot eagerly up to Burr. Alexander himself snorted quietly at his younger self's eagerness to meet the man who was then an idol and would become something between a frustration and friend.

"That depends, who's asking?"

"Oh well sure, sir. I'm Alexander Hamilton, I'm at your service, sir."

Angelica laughed quietly then, watching the young Hamilton give an eager little bow, of all things. "Really, Alexander?" she asked, tone dripping with amusement. It was difficult to believe that he'd once been in near awe of the man he was now more likely to rant for an hour about than venerate.

For his part, Hamilton rolled his eyes, though his gaze found Burr almost reflexively, and he was surprised to see a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. It was almost.. fond? Reminiscent at least. It was only through an impressive show of self control that he stopped himself from pointing out that sentimentality was close to an opinion and that Aaron should be careful, lest he hurt himself by displaying it.

"I have been looking for you."

"I'm getting nervous."

"What would you have to be nervous about, Aaron?" Eliza asked, sounding genuinely curious, even though the entertainment she was getting from her husband's former eagerness was obvious in her voice and the way her thumb traced a line along the inside of his wrist.

"Would you not be nervous if you were approached by a stranger with no warning?"

"Don't act as though you didn't enjoy the attention." Alexander cut into the end of the rhetorical question, though Burr had no argument for him.

"Sir, I heard your name at Princeton, I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punched him. It's a blur, sir. He handles the financials—

"You punched the bursar?"

"Yes!"

"Alexander!" Eliza and Angelica scolded, their voices nearly perfectly synchronized, while Lafayette, Hercules, and John exploded into laughter at just how proud of himself Alexander sounded, as if punching his way out of a graduation opportunity was a grand accomplishment.

Washington's head shook in quiet disbelief. It was interesting to know that Hamilton's tendency to leap to violence hadn't begun in the war, but instead before it - even if the knowledge did little to help him in knowing how to keep his aide de camp properly reigned in.

"I wanted to do what you did, graduate in two, then join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid, I'm not stupid."

Lafayette huffed out a brief laugh at that, shaking his head. He wasn't alone, no, small snickers and noises of disbelief at the sheer childish indignation in Alexander's tone that anyone had dared think him stupid. Not that they weren't used to the almost petulant defensiveness, but clearly the years had given him an eloquence to express it that he'd not had then.

"So how'd you do it?How'd you graduate so fast?"

"Well I didn't do it by going around punching people."

No one had an argument for that.

"It was my parents' dying wish before they passed."

Hamilton scoffed then. "Your father had also been the president of the school. You left that part out until much later."

Burr shrugged wordlessly.

"You're an orphan. Of course! I'm an orphan! God, I wish there was a war, then we could prove that we're worth more than anyone bargained for."

Eyes widened all around at the sheer eagerness with which Hamilton drew that similarity between them, trailing after Burr even as he made to walk away. Sure, Hamilton's tact still had much to be desired, but... well, the 'but' was debatable. There wasn't a single one among them who doubted whether the Hamilton among them now would say the same.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"That would be nice."

"While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice:"

"Here we go..." Alexander groaned, eyes rolling so far they seemed almost as if they might stick there.

"Talk less."

"What?"

"Smile more."

Loud noises of frustration exploded from all except Washington, Eliza, and Burr himself. Sure, Alexander was the most vocal about his distaste of Burr's chosen self mantra, but eventually they'd all grown tired of it.

Hamilton laughed nervously in response.

"Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for."

"You can't be serious!"

"Unfortunately he was." Alexander muttered, almost too quiet to hear, earning him a disapproving, arms-crossed-over-the-chest look from Burr.

"You want to get ahead?"

"Yes..."

"Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead."

In spite of the darker turn of Burr's advice, excitement lit up the room as they watched him guide the young Alexander with a hand on his shoulder into a pub where Laurens, Lafayette, and Hercules were gathered, drinking and carrying on loudly.

"Yo yo yo yo yo! What time is it?"

"Showtime!"

"...like I said..."

While smiles had returned at the appearance of the trio, Alexander and John shared dark looks as the possible implication of Burr's words sank in. Would his outspoken nature be the reason he'd be killed?

"Showtime! Showtime! Yo!I'm John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints o' Sam Adams, but I'm working on three! Those redcoats don't want it with me cause I will pop chick-a-pop these cops 'til I'm free!"

Despite the somber air that'd come over the room, John drew himself up some with a grin at the sight of his stage counterpart carrying on.

"Ah oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette!The Lancelot of the revolutionary set!I came from afar just to say 'Bonsoir,' tell the king, 'casse-toi!' Who's the best? C'est moi!"

Lafayette, Hercules, John, and Alexander exploded into laughter then. It was an interesting reminder of how broken Lafayett'es English had been when he'd first arrived, and just how much he'd hated the king.

"And you all say I'm arrogant." Alexander commented lightly. Or at least, it was supposed to have been lightly. Instead i came out almost defensively.

"You are." The response came simultaneously from Burr, Washington, and Angelica.

"Brrrah, brraaah! I am Hercules Mulligan! Up in it, lovin' it. Yes I heard your mother say 'come again?' Lock up your daughters and horses, of course, it's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets!"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Alexander yelped suddenly, "Horses? Herc, what the fuck!?" For a long moment they took small comfort in the fact that Hercules looked mortified to the point of speechlessness at the insinuation.

"I never- that's-" he spluttered, shaking his head.

"Wow."

Lafayette barely managed to suppress a noise of agreement with his on stage counterpart.

"No more sex, pour me another brew, son!Let's raise a couple more—"

"To the revolution!"

Alexander, Lafayette, John, and Hercules shared quick looks of remembrance, if the latter's smile was still tenuous. They remembered the childish eagerness with which they'd awaited the war. True, they hadn't been properly prepared for the reality of it, but the belief in the cause was the same, maybe even stronger.

Washington watched the boys quietly from the corner of his eye, smiling just slightly. Sure, a lot of the eagerness in both the stage versions of them and the ones before him could be dismissed as the folly of youth, he didn't think that was accurate. Boys like the self named 'revolutionary set' would be the keystone of the new nation, he was sure.

"Well if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton College! Aaron Burr! Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!"

"Good luck with that, you're takin' a stand. You spit, I'mma sit, we'll see where we land."

Alexander groaned loudly, throwing himself backwards in his place and rolling his eyes. He didn't understand how Burr could keep any beliefs so firmly hidden away, and could grasp even less why he'd even want to. He wouldn't ever be able to make any changes that he wanted to if he didn't fight for it? Why couldn't he understand that? He barely looked up as Eliza patted his arm lightly hiding a small smile behind her other hand, amused in spite of herself by her husband's intense exasperation.

John scowled quietly at Burr alongside Lafayette and Mulligan while the stage versions of themselves booed loudly, and it was only due to a severe look from Washington that they didn't join in.

"Burr, the revolution's imminent, what do you stall for?"

"If you stand for nothing, Burr, what'll you fall for?"

Burr's brows furrowed as he scowled at the screen, then to the Hamilton across from him, who wore a nearly identical quizzical expression, like Aaron might finally answer. No, he wouldn't though. Alexander would have to grow up and learn the value of biding time on his own.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Who, who is this kid? What's he gonna do?"


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