Into The Past

A Romantic Dance

Y/N L/N
My eyes bright and a stupid smile plastered on my face, I strode through the room, dreamily staring at the old fashioned decor and all the historical idols. This's my dream! History was one of my favorite subjects, thanks to Hamilton the musical. I'm surrounded by my idols, by people who make history! I'm surrounded by the most powerful people in history!

Me!

Me...

Me?

Why me?

I come to an abrupt stop, my so called father and mother disappearing ahead of me in the crowd. My smile fades as I spin, looking at the people huddled around me, staring in awe.

Why did I get this great opportunity?

What's so great about a girl who had her heart broken by a guy who never even liked her?

Why me?

I shake the negative thoughts out of my head, a gentle smile coming to my face again. I straighten my posture and slowly follow in the direction 'my parents' went, people making a path for me to walk through. Wow, I'm popular. Who am I kidding, my 'father' is the General fighting to protect these people! Heck, they don't even know he'll become president.

Wait...

I know everything.

All these people, I know their lives off the top of my head.

What if...

What if I'm stuck here forever?

What if I marry a man picked by Washington...

But in doing so, I change the fate of the USA?

An entire nation...

The fate of the world rests on my shoulders!

How could someone not crack under pressure!?

What if I mess up!?

What if I dishonor my parents!?

My heartbeat rises rapidly in my chest, my breathing getting heavy. That smile once again fades into a perplexed expression. I hurry to the table, spotting the wine and quickly grabbing a cup.

My shaky hand brings the drink to my lips, my eyes closing as the warm liquid makes its way down my throat.

"Ma'am?"

That voices startles me, my hand letting go of the cup that shatters on the ground. I curse under my breath, quickly grabbing a handkerchief and crouching down.

The person squats beside me, gently wiping the red liquid off the ground.

"This is my fault, I'll take care of it," I state kindly.

"I insist," the voice... It's so familiar! I look up to my right, finding a face only a couple of inches away from mine. The man too close for comfort, looks none other than... John...

I feel my stomach push its way through to my throat and the blood rushing to my cheeks.

John!

John!

The John!

No, he's not the John from the future...

But they have no difference...

They're mirror reflections of one another!

A blush paints John's freckled cheeks as he slowly scoots away, "My apologies, miss," I chuckle softly, his face reddening. I stand up and hold out my hand to help him up. His eyes avert to my hand as he slowly reaches up to grab. He stands.

"It's quiet alright," I smile warmly up at the red man.

John clears his throat, slowly brining my hand to his lips and kissing the back of it, a seductive smirk on his face. Did someone pour a whole bucket of burning lava over my face or did someone set it on fire? I shyly take my hand out of his, allowing it to fall by my side.

"John Laurens," He bows politely.

I curtsy elgantly, "Y/n Washington."

"Care to join me for a dance?" He asks as slow music begins playing through the ballroom. I stand up straight, looking down at his hand and pondering if I should accept his offer.

It's so obvious he's flirting... I could change the future if I accept this...

But I just want to have one dance...

With a man that has the face of John...

I place my soft hand into his and wink up at him, "I would be delighted, John." A triumphant smirk comes to his face as he leads us to the dance floor. He carefully places his hand on my waist, setting off all the wrong alarms in my body.

It's okay, stay clam, stay calm!

I wrap my arm around his neck, my eyes locking with his chocolate ones.

Then it hits me like that rock my sister threw at me for singing Hamilton too loud...

I can't dance!

I bite my lip nervously, looking down at my feet and making sure they're in sync. John places his finger under my chin, slowly lifting my head to look up at him. I smile at his adorableness as his hand returns to my waist.

Just go with the flow, Y/n...

ALEXANDER HAMILTON
I'm still looking for the General's daughter but no luck seems to be on my side. I manage to find her father, talking to other Generals. I gulp down the lump in my throat, turning and trying to avoid being seen by him.

"Ah, Hamilton!" His voice rings through my ears like a bell. I curse under my breath, quickly wearing a soft smile and turning to be faced by the large man. "Enjoying the night, son?"

I SWEAR TO GOD, IF HE CALLS ME SON ONE MORE TIME-

"Of course, sir. How are you and Mrs. Washington?" I attempt to start a conversation.

"We're doing good. Come, I wanted to introduce you to my daughter." He winks playfully down at my uncomfortable figure. I nod and follow behind the tall man, ecstatic to finally meet the beautiful woman.

But then I see her...

Dancing with John!

"Y/n!" Washington calls, interrupting their romantic dance. Luckily. She looks up at him with her innocent eyes as John slowly backs away, glaring at me. I glare back. "I want you meet Alexander Hamilton-"

"Good to meet you, sir!" She exclaims with a bright smile, Washington and Laurens going quiet in confusion. Washington clears his throat, as if sending her a message. Her face reddens in embarrassment, "S-sorry..."

I couldn't help but chuckle at Y/n's adorableness, "No, it's fine." I take her hand in mine and gently kiss the back of it. Our eyes lock, the world around us seeming to disappear.

She smiles gently, "Y/n Washington."

"It's a pleasure meeting you."

"Would you be so kind as to join me for this dance, Alexander?" She asks innocently, John scoffing and glaring with envy.

I nod my head, "Of course, anything for someone as beautiful as you-"

"Don't get too touchy now, Alexander. You too, John," Washington said from behind us. John and I tremble in fear.

She giggles softly as we make our way to the dance floor. She asked me the most random questions. Not to mention that she acted... Like we knew each other?