Suddenly Bodies Switch

Modern 18th Century

   Leslie felt extremely strange inside a white man's body, but tried to be calm about it and focus on acting like Burr, speaking in a 18th century mannerism and everything. He walked into what he thought should have been the White House after riding there by horse drawn carriage, going up what he thought to be at least two flights of stairs and checking for his office. Near it he saw Alexander Hamilton, walking to his with a large stack of papers in his arms as he was slightly hunched over with a pained expression on his face. Lin had always described him as a man of great posture, even if he was short.

Maybe today isn't one of his best days.

He walked over to the small man to try to help him when he heard him mumbling something under his breath in 21st century lingo. He shook it off like he never heard it, but he swore he did.

"Um.. hello Mr. Hamilton. Do you.. uh.. mind me giving you some... assistance?"

Hamilton looked at him, a look of relief spreading across his face. "Yes, Mr. Burr, sir! I would highly appreciate your help." The way he said it almost sounded like Lin trying to be Alexander rather than what he imagined the man to actually sound like. He took half of the large stack of papers, though they were surprisingly heavy, and walked with Hamilton to his office.

Leslie decided to test his Lin/Hamilton theory by asking him subtly, no matter how embarrassing it may be. He figured if it could happen to him, it could most definitely happen to Lin.

"Mr. Hamilton, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"May you happen to know a man by the name of Lin-Manuel Miranda?" Leslie asked, almost completely regretting it afterwards for how straight forward it came out.

The man looked at him with a look of surprise and acknowledgment at the same time. "Wait." he said suspiciously as if he knew who he was. "Leslie? Leslie Odom Jr.?"

"Lin!?" Leslie exclaimed, shocked yet somewhat relieved that his theory was correct.

"Oh thank goodness it's you! I swear, if I had to say another sentence in fancy talk like that, well, I wouldn't have been able to handle it!" he said, laughter in his voice. They reached Hamilton's office, Lin put the rest of the stack on top of the half Leslie was carrying, making it even more heavy and more exhausting to carry than it already was, and opened the door.

"Just put the papers on the desk or something. Don't want you straining your back, now do we?"

"Speaking of strained backs, are you alright? You look like you're hurt." Leslie asked, clearly noticing how much pain Lin was in.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that the beds here are hard as rocks compared to ours. I'm surprised this guy doesn't have osteoporosis yet!"

It usually wasn't like either of them to complain, but Leslie had to admit, the sofas in the 18th century were more comfortable than the beds, which is why he decided to sleep on the couch last night. Apparently, Eliza didn't let Lin have that luxury. That was made clear by how much strain he felt in his back.

"Wait, I just realized something." Lin said, snapping Leslie out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"If we are in Ham and Burr's bodies, then that means-"

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Burr was soon in a corner rocking back in forth in a ball whimpering while Hamilton was trying to learn how to use Anthony's iPhone, succeeding in the basic knowledge of the device, but was still learning the rest of it. Unlike Burr, he was acting a lot more calm. Philippa thought it was weird how Hamilton was the calm one when it was clear that Burr was usually the calm one, but she didn't question it.

"So what you guys are saying," Anthony started to ask after hearing the explanation of what happened, "is that Lin, Leslie, and maybe the rest of them switched bodies and times with the Founding Fathers plus Burr for no explainable reason?"

"Yes." Vanessa answered, "We think it has something to do with that pistol Daveed shot last night, but we aren't really sure."

The three heard another scream from behind them.

"May I ask where I may be?!" Washington said, obviously in Chris' body. He was clearly trying to keep calm, somewhat succeeding but also failing in a sense. Hamilton gave Anthony back his phone and went over to Washington, bending down on one knee so he could look him in the eye.

"Sir, I've not a single clue how, but these fine people have told me that we are in the 21st century, the year being 2016," he said, trying to be reassuring, but failing miserably. Washington started to hyperventilate, eyes wide as he did so.

"2-2016!?"

"Yes, sir. Honestly, I find this year to be fascinating. There are small devices named iPhones that use some sort of DNA recognition system to sense the- um, sir? Are you alright?"

Washington fainted, clearly not being able to take in the fact that he was in the future.

Everyone was just looking at him silently, Antony breaking the silence after a few minutes of it.

"I guess he just couldn't take our awesomeness."