The Time of Our Lives || Hamilton Time Travel AU

Chapter 5

Sarah's POV

I stormed back into the bar, the anger in my eyes alerting the others that something was up. "What's the problem, mon ami?" Lafayette questioned.

I barely acknowledged him. "Alexander is a dick. I'm leaving."

"Wait, what!? Will you be able to get back??" The worry in Hercules' voice was obvious, so I softened my tone.

"Yes, I will. We tried out the gateway a few times before we met up with Laf to make sure everything was alright. I promise, I'll be back tomorrow." I smiled at my friends, trying to forget about Alex for awhile.

"Ok! We can meet back here, same time tomorrow!" Laurens said excitedly. He and Chloe both seemed happy that we were going to be back tomorrow. I waved goodbye to our "squad" and left the bar with Allison and Chloe on my heels.

Alexander's POV

I walked back into the bar and was greeted with the stares of Laurens, Mulligan, Lafayette, and the sisters. "What?" I questioned.

"Mon dieu, what did you do to Sarah!? She just stormed out of here a second ago!" Lafayette was red with anger. Nobody liked it when our girls got messed with, even if it was one of our own that messed with them.

"It was all her. She accused me of a horrible sin, and I simply pointed out exactly how terrible what she had said was." I defended myself, even though I didn't quite believe it. I knew the only reason I had been mad was because how obvious it was that she was right.

"Whatever the case mon ami, you will apologize to her when they come back tomorrow." They all turned away from me like I had just committed a terrible crime. In all honesty, I felt like I had. We just got our best friends back, and the first thing I do is fight with one of them! I can't believe myself sometimes. I sighed and left the bar, beginning the journey back home.

...

I slammed the door shut behind me. I knew I had to apologize to Sarah before tomorrow, but I had no idea what to say. Finally, I decided to throw all thoughts aside and let my hand guide me. I began writing the letter.

My dearest Sarah,

I have no words. There is nothing I can say to make this situation better, but I can try. I sincerely apologize. The only reason I acted that way was because...well...you were right. Deep down, I know that you were speaking nothing but the truth.

In all honesty, I have been feeling a strong connection to a certain John Laurens lately. It doesn't matter anyway. Even if I am in love with him, he would never commit such a sin. I'm sorry I have to word it that way, but it's true. In our time, we are raised not being allowed to believe that a man can love a man or a woman can love a woman. It is forbidden. It's just how we were raised.

If you have any advice on how to act upon this Laurens situation without upsetting him, I am more than willing to discuss it with you when you come back tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Alexander Hamilton.

I stuffed the letter inside of an envelope and addressed the message to her. Luckily, we had decided to keep the magic box at my house, so I could send the letter immediately. I sent the letter and began to wait. I would check the box every few minutes to see if I had a response.

After just a few moments, I noticed the box was no longer empty. A small piece of paper with rushed handwriting and a single sentence on it waited for me. I read what it said.

Alexander,

Meet me at the edge of town.

Sarah.

As soon as I read the last line on the paper, I was running. I made it across town before darkness fell, which was a pretty impressive feat. I noticed a figure waiting in front of an abandoned building. When I got closer, I immediately recognized the figure.

"Sarah!" I cried out, the regret of our last conversation making my voice crack.

She turned towards the sound of my voice and put a finger to her lips, making the words on my tongue disappear.

I followed her inside the building and to the 3rd floor. She turned the corner to walk into what looked like an old office building. Ripped up papers and ash coated the floor. All the metal was rusted over. There were no lamps around the office and any sign of life had seemingly left long ago, based on the current state of the area.

She led me to a small closet and shoved me inside, quickly following behind me. She shoved past me to the back wall, where a strange symbol was scratched into the wood. It looked like a triangle with a small circle on the top point, with lines coming out of it like it was the sun. She touched each point of the triangle and traced the circle, causing the strange glyph to glow a bright red.

Suddenly, the closet filled with a blinding white light.