Hamilton X Reader: Back to our 17s (SEQUEL)

-Chapter 2: Explain-

My eyes widened as I pushed him off and rubbed my lips. "MAH DUDE, YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!!" I spat as I rubbed my lips. "W-what?" He asked me as I nodded. "Jalene? Your f*cking girlfriend?!" I yelled as he winced. "I don't-Y/N you're my wife!" He tried to explain.

"B*tch, that's in the play! Is this some kind of prank?" I asked as he shook his head. "Y/N, listen to me," He told me as he grabbed both of my wrists. "B*tch, don't touch me," I demanded but he ignored me. "I don't know what happened, the last thing I remember was when I was on my death bed and I was 90." He told me as I looked at him. He would look good for a 90-year-old man. "But I don't look or feel 90." He told me as I looked back up at him.

"So help me explain," He begged as I cursed myself for not having my phone on me to call Daveed and see if this was him or not. "Daveed, let's just go back down and get you some help," I suggested as he looked offended.

"B*tch, I don't need help," He snapped. "And who the hell is Daveed?" He asked as I sighed. "Okay, mental hospital, here we come," I sighed to myself. "Y/N!" He yelled clearly done with my bullsh*t.

"It's me, Thomas Jefferson. I'm your husband!" He cried as tears rolled off his cheeks. I felt a heart string being pulled as I winced at him.

It felt familiar enough but I couldn't place my finger on it. I looked into his eyes as he looked back into mine. He tried to lean in again, but I pulled my face to the side. He let go of me as I stepped a step backward. 'Daveed' looked like he was about to fall down onto his knees and cry his eyes out. So then it hit me.

There's no way in hell that that is Daveed.

I exhaled and looked at him. His dull eyes were lifeless, his eyebrows were pulled into an everlasting frown and tears were being holdback from falling off his cheeks. I looked at his magenta suit. It certainly didn't look like a costume from the musical. It looked real and really expensive.

I sighed again before rubbing my eyes. Am I really gonna do this?

Thomas's P.O.V

"Thomas Jefferson, right?" I heard as I looked up and met her e/c eyes. "Y/N L/N, pleasure to meet you," She smiled softly as she held out her hand to be shaken.

Memories hit me like a rock Hamilton would occasionally throw at me.

"Y/N L/N. Pleasure to meet you." She smiled softly. "Pleasure's all mine," I answered softly.

I slowly put my hand in her's. "P-Pleasure's all mine..." I answered softly.

"Okay Thomas, I'm willing to believe that you are Thomas Jefferson..." She started as I looked right into her soul. "However, I think you've mistaken me for someone else," She continued as I shook my head. "No, no, I could never-"

"You need to stop that before I change my mind," She warned me as a cold aura surrounded us. I sighed but nodded. She doesn't remember anything. Maybe it isn't her...But then again, I don't know where the hell we are.

"Where are we?" I asked in curiosity as she cocked an eyebrow. "New York," She answered as I looked more confused. "What date is it?" I asked as she was hesitant to answer. "I think it's the fourth of August 2025," She answered as my eyes widened. "No," I whispered as she looked to the side. "Yes," She answered as I began to panic.

"HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE?!" I yelled as she huffed. "B*TCH I ASKED YOU THIS 5 HOURS AGO!!" She yelled back.

"I thought I was in the 1800's b*otch." I snapped back. "Well, that's a surprise for both of us, isn't it?" she hissed as I huffed and folded my arms. She sighed. "Let's get you out of here," She stated as she opened a hatch and checked to see if anyone was passing by.

There's no way she isn't the Y/N I know and love.

But Y/N lived in the 18th century, not in the 21st.

"Come here..." She whispered fastly as I crouched down. She slowly let a ladder fall and looked around again before climbing down. I followed her and we slowly made our way towards her changing room so she could get into her 'casual' clothes.

What she was wearing was as casual as I could imagine. Black dress and everything.

When we were in her changing room, she propped up a chair and locked the door so no one would come in. "Now, I think Daveed left some of us wardrobe here..." She whispered. "So...Who's Daveed?" I asked slightly irritated. "You keep talking about him," I stated as she turned around.

"He's the one who plays you in the cast," she explained as she pulled a neatly folded pair of blue pants and a very danky looking shirt with short sleeves out her closet. "Why do you have clothes of him?" I asked still a bit irritated. "Because it's protocol, keep clothes of yourself in every wardrobe. If you have to get away from the fans without being stopped, you need to quickly change. So you can enter every changing room and have clothes ready." She explained.

"Smart," I scoffed as she threw the clothes at me. "Change, will you?" She ordered with an irritated expression splattered on her face. "Where?" I asked as she sat down on the couch. "Go behind the changing curtain and come back when you have it on." She told me as she grabbed a black thin brick from the table.

"..." I stayed quiet and gripped on the clothes. I made my way behind the curtain.

Y/N's P.O.V

As Thomas went behind the curtain I called Daveed to really make sure he wasn't joking around. I went outside for a second and closed the door behind me. The phone rang a few times before Daveed picked up.

"Y/N! Where are you?! Fans are asking about you! We're outside!" He quickly yelled as I heard some fan girls and guys in the background. "I can't come right now. I'm going home," I explained as I heard some people sigh. "Y/N, come on, the fans are here and some had some fanart." He whined as I heard cheering. I looked at the door and opened it to check if Thomas was in there. He was so I closed the door again.

"Sure," I sighed as I heard more cheering. "See you in a bit!" Daveed chuckled as I smiled. "Okay," I stated as I hung up and went back inside. Thomas had put on the shirt and the jeans. "What the f*ck is this?" He mumbled to himself as he looked in the mirror. "You look great," I complimented as I leaned against the door.

He turned around and his cheeks turned a slight tint of pink. He smiled a bit flustered and rubbed his arm. "Thanks." He mumbled out as I smiled. "So," I began as he perked his head up.

"I need to go, do some stuff...can you just stay here?" I asked as he nodded. "Keep the door locked, don't answer it unless I call out and stay put," I told him as he sat down on the couch.

"Relax! I got this," he reassured me as I shook my head. "Sure," I told him before leaving the room.