Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Not According to Plan

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Warnings: Cussing, gunfire, arguing, mobs.

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Hamilton never expected the news of his arrival to spread so quickly. Even if it should've been, he was an icon, after all, an icon moving to the heart of the nation to get even more involved. That was a big deal no matter how anyone looked at it, especially when so many icons already lived there, trying to settle things down in the aftermath of the war that just ended. If Hamilton had a guess, it was about to start up again. And that meant his job was to keep the Revolution alive.

Everyone else seemed to have this figured out as well. If he wanted so much as to walk down the street, he had to pull up his hood and put on some sunglasses and pray that no one recognized him. It only worked some of the time. Supporters rallied around him, Goveys threw stuff. Normal day to day. It wasn't much different from New York honestly. Just pray that no one decided to try and shoot him, which was a very high possibility. It was going to be like that where ever he went. Not that he let himself believe that. Any excuse to hate Virginia, right?

Even if Washington D.C. was technically not Virginia. Even if the park he was currently walking through was absolutely gorgeous.

Hamilton's time was mostly taken up by writing back T.J. who had responded to his pamphlet. T.J. was an idiot, thinking that they could set up a government practically identical to the one they had and think it would turn out any better. Though Hamilton had to admit, he was well learned and definitely knew his stuff. No one could hold their own against Hamilton as well as T.J. could. That didn't change the fact that Hamilton hated the guy. It was just natural, he couldn't stand someone who was so blind to what the nation actually needed.

At least Hamilton didn't have to deal with him in person, he could already see the heated arguments that would ensue. Hamilton would probably throw something or punch the guy, sometimes Hamilton wondered if he had anger issues. At least T.J. wasn't a government loyalist, a Govey. That would just be too much to bear. Hamilton would probably explode. Even if Hamilton had started out as a Govey himself. Oops.

But for now, Hamilton had to count his blessings. Everything was going according to plan. He was in Virginia, he managed to get a job at a law firm, he had an income, and he was getting closer to the heart of the operation. It wouldn't be long before he was running everything. He would fix the nation and set them on a path toward success. The future was bright and full of promise.

Hamilton stopped walking, acting like he was just enjoying the view when he was actually gauging the whispers around him. Shit, he'd been recognized somewhere and now there was a crowd.

"Is that-"

"I think it is."

"That's got to be him."

"Alexander Hamilton."

"Let's go get him."

Hamilton looked around, people were heading straight for him and they didn't look very friendly at all. He was quick to calculate odds, his military instinct kicking in. Most of them were just curling their fists, but there were a few with glass bottles and one or two with knives. His odds didn't look good. Hamilton turned quickly on his heel to make a retreat but ended up running into someone, he jumped back, ready to throw a punch.

That someone laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, "Jack! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you," the person said loudly, grinning down at him. Hamilton blinked, not quite relaxing as he scanned the man. A very tall man dressed in magenta, brandishing a cane. "Oh relax, darlin', it's just me."