History Has Its Eyes On You ~ A Hamilton Fanfiction (Book 1, Act 2)

Re-encounter

(Y/N POV)

Whilst Eliza took care of Alexander and Hugh left for his old tailoring store, now owned by Hercules, Emily and I had settled ourselves back into what we were told was our old room. The more I saw, the more I remembered, and hence I became familiarized with the room and house as a whole rather quickly. 

Being distracted with my own thoughts and anxiousness, I had barely noticed Emily's inability to speak over the past couple of hours or so. She was a vibrant young girl who could talk for the world, and yet here she sat on her bed, silent. Predominantly, it began when she saw Philip. I'd wondered if there had been something about him that brought back a memory for her, and right now, we both needed as much information as we could get.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, tilting my head to meet her sunken face.
She nodded.
Raising my eyebrow, I continued. "Are you being honest with me?"
This time, she shook her head. "W- What if Alexander... you know..."
"What?"
"...What if he doesn't like us?"
"Emily, he's the one who understands. He was just... just shocked to see us back like this. Even if we can't clearly remember being... adults."

She looked away. "I've seen him before."
"We both have-"
"Not Alexander. The boy with the curly hair."
"Philip?" I questioned.
"I think so."
"Well, you probably remember him fr-"
"Not like that." she interrupted. "I've seen him somewhere else."
"Like before we came here?"
"No... On the ship. I saw him... In my dream..."
"...What dr-"

The door opened. In stumbled Alexander, gazing at us the same way that he had at the door. Except, this time, he did not faint. He was in shock and could not speak, he just stared for what seemed like minutes upon minutes. Emily was hugging her knees, too afraid to look at him. From the sorrow in his eyes, he was almost too afraid to look at either of us.

In time, Alexander began to tread across the floorboards. He did not wish to disturb Emily, and so came and sat at the end of my bed. He took in sharp inhales, yet no tears brimmed in his eyes. He lacked emotion. Nobody, not even we, could ever predict these sudden turn of events. A small part of me regretted saving that boy.

"You're-" His voice trembled. In a way, I was amused by the fact that I was meeting the real Alexander Hamilton. But then I reminded myself that I had known him already for the past fifteen years. "Do you remember me...?"
"I suppose I do... kind of..." I admitted.
He covered his face; clear droplets of sweat formed on his head. "How could this happen?"
"We don't know..."

He brushed back the hair from his face. "This is going to ruin my legacy- Our legacy. How are we going to conceal this from the world?! They'll accuse me, and my career, it will end. Everything I've worked for, it will all be over-"
"We shouldn't panic." I calmed, though it did not help the situation at all. "In the end, I- I'm sure that it will all turn out f-"

"What do you remember?" - Alexander grabbed both of my shoulders - "For God's sake, what do you remember?!!" he demanded.
"I- I was in the trenches!" I answered. "You took me in, and then Emily, too. I joined the war as a cross-dresser a- and then Emily was married to John Laurens! We won the war, and we travelled to London some years later to meet the King. T- Then I ran in front of a carriage to save a boy from getting killed, and that's when we-" Just then, a noticed that an accidental tear had fallen from my eye. "...This happened..."

Alexander let go. "She was engaged to John Laurens," - He glanced at Emily, now paying her full attention - "before he was killed saving the body of a woman who was already dead."
Her eyes widened, but she showed no other reaction. She turned away, holding his legs closer to her chest.
"I once adored him..." he confessed. "And I can't even look at my own son sometimes because he reminds me of him."

"...I'm sorry."
Alexander glanced up to me.
"If only I had done something, that would never have happened. I don't know why I didn't do anything, I should have known but I didn't." I scrunched my face up. "I'm sorry, Alexander. I don't know why this had to happen and I wish we... that we had never came here in the first place-"

Alexander pulled me into a hug. "If you two hadn't came here, my life would be incomplete. Emily, you grew to be the most forthcoming and affectionate young lady that I have ever met. You acted alike a second mother to my children, and a daughter of mine that I hoped would be fortunate enough to be her own mother someday. Y/N, you proved to be the bravest, most fearless person I knew. You willingly fought for our nation, despite your physical disqualifications. Not only that, but you saved my life. You took a bullet for me, and from then on, I vowed to be in your debt. Without you both, I don't know what would ever become of me."
I chuckled. "I do."

Alexander smirked. "There is much that both of you are to know. Especially you, Y/N. It's important that you learn these things before the news spreads to the point in which it is unavoidable. At that moment, we will conduct an arrangement. For now, there is something that I would like to show you both. It was something that held deep meaning to you, Y/N, but for the both of you, it could bring about memories of your past."
"What is it?" I enquired as Alexander stood.

He sighed. "Something that I am almost thankful that you cannot recall."