Time: 🌝
Hamilton age: Idk it really changes a lot
Washington age: ⬆️
Context: Who's to say.
I SWEAR this is not supposed to be a crackfic.
Warning: This takes a hot minute to get to the point but I promise it's worth it. Right when you think it's over, no it's not. I might unpublish if this flops later thought.
Jake's pov:
Hi. I'm a new character and I promise you will only see me in this chapter. But I swear I'm relevant. I'm actually the main protagonist for most of this. But anyways, here's my deal. I'm Jake, Alexander Hamilton's distant grandchild. And in my social studies class, I just learned how he died, and honestly? That wasn't fair at all. So I'm like super pissed about it. But lucky for everyone, I inherited A. Ham's genius, and I sort of own a time machine. I bet you can see where this is going.
I called my friend Ben over and explained to him the plan for today. "So, we have to go back in time to save your great great great great great great great great grandpa from dying in his duel? I thought the first rule of time travel is never alter the past!" He argued. "Yeah, but come on, you heard what happened, and his poor wife! We need to go back and help him!" I demanded. "Okay, but the past is scary! What if we get killed or something?" He asked as I packed a small backpack full of snacks and stuff. "We have the return pad. It'll be fine, it always has in the past!" I said, pulling him into the time machine and entering the exact date we needed. "Okay, if you're absolutely positive about this..." Ben muttered as we traveled back in time.
"The people are asking to hear my voice!" I heard as we landed in 1800. "Okay, this is the right place. Now all we have to do is tell Hamilton not to go to the duel. Got it?" I whispered to Ben. He gave me two thumbs up.
"For the country is facing a difficult choice!" "Come on man, just get to the point already..." I mumbled, hiding behind a stack of crates. "And if you were to ask me who I'd promote" Hamilton went on. "Jefferson has my vote!" He announced. "Perfect. Now, Burr's gonna challenge him to a duel, and we just stop him. Great." Ben said. "No, dumbass! That's like four years from now! I just needed to confirm that this was exactly how it went! Now we have to travel to 1804 when he actually duels!" I set down the return pad, but right before I could step on it, I heard a voice above me.
"Messing with the fabrics of reality, I see!" A ghost announced. "AHHH! WHAT THE FUCK?" I gasped. "Now, what is this?" The ghost flew around the return pad. "Don't touch that, man! Look, we're... from the future. I know, we sound insane, but it's true. We came to save Hamilton from accidentally getting killed in a duel in four years." I admitted. "Hamilton dies? He was always so reckless, I knew he would never let natural death take him." The ghost man sighed. "So, like, who are you?" Ben asked. "Why, do you not recognize me? I'm George Washington, first president of the United States!" He announced proudly. "My bad, everyone back then looked the same. Damn powdered wigs..." I said. "You don't like my wig? I think it is quite fashionable." He consciously touched the back of his wig. "No man, I think it's kind of ridiculous. No offense, but it's going to go out of style later. Ever wonder why I'm not wearing one?" I asked. "Huh. I didn't ask, but okay." Washington shrugged. "Damn!" Ben gasped. "Well, if Hamilton is going to die, I must protect him until then." Washington suggested. "Yeah go ahead man, I'm just gonna stop him from dying if you don't mind." I stepped on the return pad and traveled back to the present, then to 1804.
"Hamilton! Alexander Hamilton!" I knocked on his door desperately. His wife, Elizabeth, answered the door. "Hi, is your husband home?" I asked quickly. "Yes, he is about to leave now." She told us. "NO! Ma'am, can I come in?" I asked, and without waiting for an answer, I barged in and found Hamilton putting on his glasses in his bedroom. "Sir! Sir, please listen to us. We're your great great great great great great great great grandkids, and we need to stop you. You are going to die in this duel. You will point your gun at the sky, then Burr's gonna shoot you and that's it, you're worm food after that." I explained, out of breath by the time I finished. "Um, what? I mean, if you say so, I kind of wanted to sleep anyways." He shrugged, stripping down to his underwear and climbing back into bed. "So... that's it? How do I know that you're not gonna go duel Burr as soon as we leave?" I asked. "Because I love my wife very dearly." He explained. "Okay... well you stay in bed, because I'm gonna tell Elizabeth. Ha!" I said, running to tell his wife not to let him out. "Wait! Kids, if you are really from the future, can I ask you something?" Hamilton asked. "Yeah. Go ahead." I shrugged. "Did my bank last?" He asked. "Oh yeah. It's a total pain nowadays, but it lasted. They even give out free lollipops to little kids. "What's a Lolli- never mind. How do people remember me?" He asked. "Uh, you're on the ten dollar bill, and this guy wrote a musical about you. It was a crazy hit, and we even went to see it." I told him. "Sweet. What's the current political climate? Federalists or stinky democratic republicans?" "Uhhh... it's gone to shit. That's the best way I can put it. I beg you, do not ask any further questions. You do not want to know." I quickly set up the return pad and stepped on it. "Good luck man, you did great." I said, but right before I left, I saw George Washington's ghost wink at me from a corner of the bedroom.
The past four years before the duel:
Third person pov:
"Eliza! I want to go fishing with my friends!" Hamilton yelled from the kitchen. "You don't have friends Alex! Besides, you went last time!" Eliza yelled from somewhere else in the kitchen. "Fine, I wanna go by myself, but it'll be fun! Bye!" Hamilton hurried out the door and onto his boat. "See, the fish are my friends." He said, leaning back onto the side of the canoe. He leaned so far back that he fell in, his foot getting stuck on a piece of seaweed. "AHH! HELP! THERE'S SOMETHING TOUCHING MY FOOT!" He screamed, but the seaweed wouldn't let go, and nobody came to help him.
After a while of trying to get loose, Hamilton grew tired, and let himself slip under the water. But luckily for him, his guardian ghost, George Washington was there to save him. Washington grabbed him and pulled him to shore, then quickly did CPR, saving Hamilton's life. "Ah- huh?" Hamilton looked up and saw his father figure above him. "How about neither of us tell Eliza about this?" Washington asked before fading away.
But that's not the only time Washington was there to help Hamilton. During that period of time where Burr and Alexander were writing letters to each other (Your Obedient Servant), Washington's ghost frequently threw chairs at Hamilton's head and knocked him out, helping him get the sleep he needed. And those rare times when Hamilton passed out, Washington was there to safely take him to a bed and cook him some good food. And somehow, Eliza never knew. And if there was that tiny possibility that she did, she never mentioned it.
Even in the afterlife, Washington was there to be a father to Hamilton. Even if Hamilton was 46 when he was supposed to die.
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