Time Changer

Chapter 1: "THEY ARE HERE?!"

Day 1

Stark first dropped off Hamilton and Laurens- telling them that he would leave them alone to 'process' everything, as he put it.

Washington and Lafayette seemed to be stunned- Laff having a lovestruck gaze- to who, they knew- while Hercules had a seemingly blank expression as they walked down the hall and past Hamilton and Laurens views.

Once they were gone, however, the door closed, they started talking and-other stuff.

Once the doors closed completely, Hamilton held Laurens in the tightest embrace he could give.

"You had died." he mumbled, holding Laurens tightly- his voice muffled by Laurens coat. It sounded of saddness and disbar, but also of relief. "You were dead."

Laurens reciprocated the gesture almost immediately.

"Did you die as well?" he spoke softly.

Hamilton nodded. "I was involved in a duel with Burr. It is quite a story- but I would rather not recount it at this moment, as it is lengthy even by my standards." he moved so he was looking up at Laurens- not breaking the embrace. "Suffice to say that Burr shot me, and though I do not believe he had the intention of terminating my life, I expired several hours later."

"Burr," Laurens growled. He had a glint in his eye that reminded him of when Laurens dueled with Charles Lee. Though, that felt like centuries now.

Which it now was.

"I forgive him, John," Hamilton quieted him, then took a step back, only to capture Laurens' lips in a kiss. Laurens made a surprised sound, then melted into the kiss, moving to hold onto Alexander's hips.

It would have evolved into something else, but, just as Hamilton's hand began to undo the buttons on Laurens' uniform - there were really too many for comfort - there was a knock on the door, followed by Stark barging through without a welcome. Hamilton and Laurens yelped, attempting to jump apart and create a little space between them- but it was futile; Stark had a glint in his eyes that said that he knew exactly what they had been doing (though Hamilton did concede that it wasn't exactly hard to figure out) but simply didn't care.

"Sorry to be a cockblocker," Stark said cheerfully; Hamilton blinked at the unfamiliar term, though he could guess its meaning without much difficulty, "but I've managed to contact one of Hamilton's descendants and asked whether she could visit and I could take a sample of her DNA, to which she had readily agreed. I'm going to need some hairs from Carrot over there."

Hamilton was briefly puzzled as to how his hair would facilitate Stark in figuring out whether he was indeed related to his own descendant - God, he had descendants - but concluded that it must also contain some of this DNA business (which he really ought to read up on, like everything else they had heard of so far, since he was determined to gain all possible knowledge from this time period while they were here).

He pulled out a few hairs- which hurt only a little, compared to, well, everything that's happened- and handed them to Stark, who genially placed them in a transparent bag.

"I'll be gone for a bit. If you need anything, simply call for JARVIS, and he will provide you with anything you need. Steve, Nat, Clint and a few others- some you both might be familiar with- are in the kitchen, if you feel like talking. Other than that, have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, kids," he winked, then left.

Hamilton looked at Laurens, who looked right back at Hamilton. "That gentleman is rather unique, I would say," Laurens finally said after a good thirty seconds.

"He is also finally gone," Hamilton grinned lasciviously, resuming his work on Laurens' buttons and coat-which only took Laurens a moment to start on Hamilton.

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"Oh, GODDAMN IT!" Hamilton exclaimed. Seabury- Laurens remembered him briefly, thank you very much- covered his ears.

Alex and John had decided to come see who those people were that Stark was inquiring about- only to find someone with seemingly expensive clothing, Samuel Seabury- who seemed to be almost leaning on the first man, Aaron Bur- That arsehole- and two men that Hamilton almost instantly screamed about (who also seemed to be wearing expensive clothing.

Laurens gave him a questioning look- his eyebrows raised slightly in a questioning gesture- asking Hamilton about who possibly these people are, and how he knows them. He has a lot to catch on- both past and present-future.

Clint, Rogers, Natasha, and one other were situated at different places around the room.

They looked the most uncomfortable-they had their arms intracted as tight as they seemingly could. They had longer hair then Mr Stark- though not as long as Alex's, what with his hair down- Laurens found out about that while they were on the bed that was in that room they were situated with- but the color was different then anybody that he had met-looking to be a mix of red, brown, and blonde (That's author-chan's hair color btw-naturally). They were holding a thin, black square (he would later find out that that's a cell phone), and a black bag sitting next to them that said 'Mischief managed' in big white letters, and the outfit they were wearing was almost all black- except their breeches, that was a dark shade of blue. The shirt that they were wearing had the words 'I Solemnly Swear I am up to no good' in the same font as the bag.

"THEY ARE HERE?!" Hamilton exclaimed, making Laurens snap back to reality.

"Well, well," the first man exclaimed, his hair an auborn color (Like Alexander), "if it isn't Alexander Hamilton." he snapped his gaze to Laurens, who was still standing by Alexander, watching this play out. "Who might you be?"

"He doesn't have to answer to you." Alexander snapped almost instantly. The man raised an eyebrow in question.

"Who is he?" John whispered in his ear.

"That-"

"I'm Thomas Jefferson." he put his hand to his heart in a dramatic way. "You never told him about me, Alexander? After all we've been through?"

"Don't call me that." Alexander said.

"Who is he anyway?" the other guy asked, though John barely heard him. He sounded oddly shy, and if he was the other fellow's friend, than he didn't seem like the type to willingly follow him.

"So," John started, catching everyone's attention, "this is the guy Stark mentioned earlier?" he lowered his voice so only his Alex could hear it. "That you gagged about?"

Hamilton snorted, making someone laugh from the other side of the room-near the other people. It sounded like they stifled their laughter, but some sort of laughing sound came from over there from time to time.

"Who's the othe-"