Every other founding father (A Hamilsquad x reader story)

Will they tell your story

(Yes, it's been a while. This may be bad but, I like it hopefully you will as well. To those who dislike my work, it's my story, I do what I want. If making readers emotionally confused is what I want, then so be it. You should all know by now. There is no stopping me.)

3 years later

It's been years since I had went to the 1700s. Apparently figures from the past can't live in the future so, they left. It was nice while it lasted but I couldn't be so greedy as to not let their lives progress, I made a sacrifice, for them. I know they'll go on to do great things and I'm proud that I have had the chance to be apart of their lives. I'll never forget that day, the tears and struggle, it felt like it all went down yesterday...

2 years earlier

"Guys, I need to talk to you about something." I say nervously "What is it mon amour?" Laf asks while everyone sits down. I inhale shakily and explain to them "Your lives won't progress if you stay here. I don't want my greed to be the fault of the past being torn apart. I'm sure that this is for the best, you guys need to go back home and do what you've fought for all these years." After I said this the men broke down either arguing with what I said or staying quiet while shocked. I feel guilty knowing what will happen in the future to them but, I can't change what has already happened. I hug each man tightly knowing the pain they'll go through, I stay in an embrace with John and Alexander a little longer. John would be the first to die in battle, Alexander, Alexander would rush in too quickly for most of his life then when he needs to rush in he doesn't, he holds himself back, he throws away his shot. I look at each of them and salute them, they have been great soldiers to fight alongside but most of all they've been great friends. With that they leave one by one, off to live their lives, one last time...

Present Day

Now, I live in New Jersey. I'm a lawyer and I'm fairly happy with my choices. Though I work defending people I haven't turned uptight which is a good thing. I also have a second job being a substitute history teacher, they wanted me full time, apparently I was better than the actual teacher. It would make sense I'm good with history, my favorite course was always the 1700s, I love teaching the kids about our founding fathers. Today was a Saturday, I sat on the couch playing Overwatch until I heard a loud crash from the kitchen. I got up and ran to my closet grabbing a bat and got ready to kill whatever made the sound. I walked slowly getting ready to swing as I turned on the light, I saw... a pistol. A pistol I'd never seen before but it looked ghostly. I grabbed it gently and felt a wave of pain and sadness along with regret, I felt the presence of two hands on my shoulders. I turn expecting to see two people but I'm met with nothing. I hear shuffling behind me and turn to see a piece of slightly burnt paper on the ground it read...

"We fought with him,
Me? I died for him,
Me? I trusted him,
Me? I loved him,
And me? I'm the damn fool that shot him."

I dropped the paper and looked around quickly. I see ghostly figures watching me, three stood smiling, two looked down upon me, two others stayed close to eachother while one looked sad, one looked at me with respect, and the last looked guilty. I look to each one as I got to the trio, one of the figures extended their hand, I tried to grab ahold but they disappeared before I had the chance. I looked around searching everywhere holding on to the pistol tightly. I saw the man I had seen before, the one dressed like a general.
"I was younger than you are now when I was given my first command, I lead my men straight into a massacre, I witnessed their deaths firsthand. I made every mistake and felt the shame rise in me and even now I lie awake knowing history has its eyes on me. Let me tell you what I wish I'd known when I was young and dreamed of glory you have no control, who lives, who dies, who tells your story..."

With that he was gone. I look around more seeing the figures each time doing various things or saying various things. I feel my breath hitch as I try to calm down, I can't, these figures they seem so familiar. I fall to the ground in confusion and sadness. What was going on, who were these people?
I turn my eyes to the ceiling and lie down on my back. I need a break, for once in what seemed like forever, with that I closed my eyes and drifted off into the comforting void of darkness.

Alexanders POV

I walk towards Y/Ns sleeping form. I look around acknowledging the others around me. John Laurens, Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, Phillip, James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, and Burr.  I don't remember how we got where we are now but what I do remember is getting shot, by Burr. I look around the house realizing it was different, maybe she decided to move after we left. "Where the hell are we Hamilton?!" Jefferson asks loudly "We're in the future Thomas, now please be quiet she's trying to sleep." I say simply "How can we be in the future exactly? That's impossible and I know even if you are an idiot that you can understand that!" Jefferson says while I try to resist beating the shit out of him. I look at the other men examining their features. Hercules
and Lafayette looked concerned, John looked overjoyed, Madison looked like he was going to be sick, Washington looked calm, Phillip looked worried, Jefferson looked upset, and Burr looked scared. I leaned down and picked Y/N up laying her on the couch as we all sit down and get ready to explain everything. The thing was is I didn't even know how to explain, I remember seeing white then waking up here, seeing my son, seeing my friends, seeing my enemies. I'm glad to not be dead but if this is the afterlife do I really have to spend it with Jefferson of all people? I run a hand through my hair as I hear Y/N stir from her sleep as her eyes bolt open.

Y/Ns POV
(I know, I'm doing this for you)

I wake up from my short nap and pray that what I saw was a dream. Unfortunately, it wasn't. I sit up and look around Alexander Hamilton, Hercules Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, John Laurens, George Washington, and Arron Burr sit amongst me along with three others. I run up to Herc, John, and Laf and hug them tightly only letting go to hug Alexander. I sit back down and inhale,

"Welcome. For those of you who don't know me I am Y/N L/N, lawyer, teacher, writer, and the first woman to fight in the Revolutionary War. I have seen men fall in front of me and I have been amongst the greatest of our nation. This is the twenty-first century and you are currently in my house, located in New Jersey. So, welcome to your afterlife boys, and welcome to 2019."