The Loops In Time (A Hamilton AU) (READ DESC)

HAMILTON: DOCUMENT 1.

The first time it had happened, it had felt like a flash. Hamilton would feel the piercing pain in the middle of his ribs, and would then collapse—his knees giving out, but then.. he hadn't hit the ground like he thought he would. The last thing he heard before it began was the ear-shattering scream of his enemy whom had shot him. And the first thing he heard when it began was.. the sound of chattering.

His eyes were completely shut, he hadn't been able to open them for merely a few seconds. But.. he could hear quite a few sounds. Bustling crowds of people moving along the street, the sound of a ship moving across the rippiling waters, and the familiar breeze of air.

And then, he opened them, only to be met with a sight he never thought he'd see again.

It was New York, or rather, how his brilliant New York City had used to look before the war had changed it understandably so only within 30 years. Though Hamilton himself did not realize this. He had wondered what on earth happened—where his enemy was, where his gun had gone—he needed to know!

For a few moments, he looked as if he had gone mad. Slowly walking among the crowds of adults and teenagers yelling and chattering among themselves. Had New York City always looked this new? Was he dreaming? Could a man perhaps dream before death? Was this Heaven? Where were all the angels?

A force then ran through his body as he scrambled among the people, whom seemed so lively, oh so youthful! He had opened his mouth to apologize and look into the eyes of whomever he had ran into, but his mouth remained open, and he did not speak another word.

"Apologies, sir." The formal yet polite voice spoke. "It seems I did not see you."

It was Aaron Burr. The man whom had shot him.

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Aaron Burr did not recognize him.

Alexander had hotly shot a retort out of his own anger, of this possibly being the afterlife, had his enemy died too? How had he died? Why did he shoot him if he aimed his pistol at the sky? Why had his first friend shot him?! And yet—in the end, in his.. this stranger, he had no idea what Alexander had even been talking about.

Eventually, after an apology, Aaron Burr had offered him a drink with a confused yet suspicious look on his face; Alexander tried to deny the offer, though this is what his enemy had insisted upon.

What did this mean? What was happening?

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John Laurens was alive.

His friend, John Laurens, was alive, and happy. Though his friend—he did not recognize him! Alexander had felt almost moved to tears at the sight of his friend, yet for some reason, his friend didn't recognize him. If this was the afterlife, why didnt—why didn't he recognize him?!

Was this the afterlife?

Alexander wiped his salty tears, and tipped the drink his enemy had bought for him a few minutes.. a few years maybe? No, now, it was a few minutes aago.

...

It was—it was 30 years ago? Or had it been 30 minutes ago?

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This wasn't the afterlife.

This wasn't his New York City.

What was this?

Why was he back inside of the war? Why did his friends seem so insistent on him joining in? His friends had insisted on him doing it for the sake of his country, for the sake of his people! Oh, how it had dismayed him so. His breaths were quivering, his lips trembling, George Washington needed—