Guns and Amnesia

Chapter One

Laurens' POV:

Everything was going okay up until around 7 months ago, when I lost my memory of my entire life. Lafayette, my best friend, explained to me that I had gotten into an argument about my favorite composer of all time, who's name is what Lafayette told me was Johann Sebastian Bach.

Apparently, the person I was arguing with does NOT lose, so as the argument became greater, we each became angrier and exceedingly frustrated towards one another.

According to Laf, this argument about Johann Sebastian Bach had gotten out of hand and the one and only Alexander Hamilton had challenged me to a duel. Being the diehard Johann fan that I was, I accepted the offer to shoot the Bach hater in the hip.

In the end, Hamilton and I journeyed to New Jersey, (cus everything's illegal in New Jersey) all just to duel about Johann Sebastian Bach. Laf supposedly didn't agree to any of this, (but as long as I've known him, he seems like he'd be up for anything) but decided to be my second. (A.K.A. my lieutenant when there's reckoning to be reckoned)

Lafayette, Hamilton, a doctor that Hamilton knew, Burr, Mulligan and I had all arrived at the location of the duel. Laf was my second, Mulligan was Hamilton's second and Lafayette tells me that he still has no clue why Burr was there.

Apparently Burr's just really nosey and always wants to be in "the room where it happens", which if you were to ask anyone that has EVER met Burr, they'd tell you that they also have no idea what Burr's talking about.

Getting on with it.

The doctor was there in case anything went wrong.

Lafayette and Mulligan started talking, trying to settle the whole "B.S." situation. (Laf called it "B.S" because he had given it the clever name of "Bach Shit" instead of the traditional 'bullshit'). Lafayette explained that he couldn't resolve the "B.S." argument because Mulligan said that Hamilton thought that George Frideric Handel was a better composer than Bach.

For some STRANGE reason, every time Laf tells me this part, his entire feature changes. He becomes woozy and lethargic, as if he's scared of what happened to me.

He always tells me in a serious tone "Even though you can't remember, this DID happen to YOU. So you're not allowed to laugh." I then give him a sharp look that says "You sure?" he'd continue by laughing at me.

ANYWAYS

Laf told me that Hamilton and I stood back to back and started our ten paces away from one another. Then the doctor turned around so he could have deniability and Laf said that I looked terrified so he had given me a reassuring thumbs up.

Again, Burr was there for NO reason but Laf said that it felt almost safer to have an extra person to lean on just in case something went SOUTH. He said that as I was nearing my tenth pace, my face filled with doubt and worry; probably because in the end, I knew I was too weak to shoot my fellow soldier.

Laf says that I was too good of a man to hurt Hamilton, so that's why I didn't shoot. I didn't shoot because I was "too good of a man", but I know that I was just too much of a pussy to actually hurt him (even though I used to fight in the war that is STILL happening).

By all accounts, Hamilton aimed his pistol at the sky (WAIT!), smirked and shouted "You FOOL! How could you bear to listen to the basic composer, Johann Sebastian Bach, when you could be listening to the phenomenal, George Frideric Handel!" He then shot me in the stomach. BANG! I apparently just stood there, basking in the fact that Alexander Hamilton could POSSIBLY consider Handel a phenomenon, while bleeding A LOT (and could've been to my death).

The first time I was told this story, perplexed as to HOW it could've gotten worse, but apparently there's always a way it could get worse.

Lafayette said that as I was standing there, trying to figure out how someone could dislike Bach, three dwarfs dressed as leprechauns came out of some nearby bushes and started to punch the crap out of me.

Everyone was confused and surprised to say the least.

They were especially confused when the three leprechauns started to wail at the top of their lungs complete gibberish, as Laf had put it.

The screams must've summoned other tiny people, because there were about six other dwarfs that were all dressed in different costumes. Three out of the six new dwarfs jumped out of the treetops above us, and they were supposedly all dressed as the mythical creature, the unicorn, and all of the unicorn dwarfs started to charge me just as three more tiny people dug themselves out of the dirt beneath us.

Laf said that up to this point, there were three leprechaun dwarfs punching me, three unicorn dwarfs charging me and what had looked to be dwarfs dressed in 4 leafed clover costumes, who were digging themselves out of the dirt directly underneath me.

Lafayette had explained that all nine dwarfs had picked me up and started using me as a battering ram to knock a small tree over.

Laf said that he didn't do anything because no one else knew what was going on either and told me "Well I wasn't going to go over there and dropkick a bunch of dwarfs." Which kind of makes sense. He said that once the dwarfs had officially knocked the tree over with my head, they dropped me and picked the tree up chanting "We shall find our pot of gold."

Laf had rushed over to me along with Hamilton and the rest of the people that were there, to come check on me. I was passed out cold, my head bleeding and recently shot by Hamilton.

Lafayette and Hamilton picked me up (which I've always thought was weird because I thought Hamilton hated me) and put me on the back of Laf's horse, while the doctor and Burr checked on me. Of course, Laf never left my side (or so he said), while Hamilton and Mulligan were talking off to the side.

They rode me back into town and finally dropped me off at my house where the doctor brought me to my EXTREMELY worried wife.

I then woke up the next day with the WORST headache I've ever had (or what I could remember having, which was none) and I couldn't remember single. I barely knew my own name. Laf now tells me that all of that was the scariest experience to ever happen to him and I always tell him "Imagine how I felt."

AN:

Isn't this just amazing? Ik Ik. Don't tell me. I'm AMAZING at writing fanfics. ANYWHOOOO.... Comment if you want any specific ships or anything like that ig or if you liked the first chapter (or didn't like it, idc). HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!