Suddenly Bodies Switch

Unrest and Relaxation

  Alexander had to take a moment away from the book to calm down, something he hadn't been able to do for a very long time. He didn't expect anyone to understand why, he could never tell them the reason. But now he didn't have to, it was a burden off of his shoulders. And sure, he felt pity for Miranda for having to bear it, but he probably wasn't even bothered by it yet. The foul thing was probably adjusting just as poorly as he was, and rightfully so.

  Just as he was about to return to his readings, the sounds of Washington once again waking up disturbed him. To say he was annoyed at yet another distraction from his reading was an understatement. He avoided saying anything in case he came off harsh to his superior. Besides, the first time he talked to him he over-explained the situation and caused him to faint, he didn't want that to happen again.

  The three from this time went over to give him the customary introduction and made sure he stayed awake this time. Not to long after, Jefferson and Madison stepped out of the washroom. Jefferson looked a tad bit anxious, but no one could blame him. Still, Alexander didn't want any more distraction, so without a word he left the room, somehow slipping past the group with ease, and made his way into a room with it's door already open. He figured it was a guest bedroom, considering how bare it was compared to the sitting-room he was in earlier.

  There was a very recognisable pistol on the floor, a model he used many times before, yet he could tell it was only that: a model. Very much not the real thing, which he was relieved by. However, something in him warned him against going near it, a remnant of that wretched pest instilling unnecessary fear into him once more; but he was still compelled to listen, for that same pest was often right about things like this and had saved his life on many an occasion. So, obeying that command one last time, he walked away from it, still keeping his eyes on it until he was far enough away to feel safe and for the insistent call to vanish.

  He sat upon the bed, opened the book, and thanked whatever higher power that was out there for some peace and goddamn quiet.

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  Lin kept staring into the mirror that reflected a face so close to Hamilton's, yet so obviously off if you knew where to look. Its hair was more red than it was auburn with a bit more grey scattered throughout, its skin was paler and, most drastic of all, its eyes glowed an almost blood red, a stark contrast to Hamilton's almost indigo shade; the reflection wore a pair of glasses similar to the ones Hamilton wore in his duel, which hid the glow of its eyes by only a little bit.

  Worst of all for Lin's already panicked state, this reflection didn't even try to mimic what he was doing, instead choosing to lean against its side of the mirror and displaying a wide, devilish grin.

  "You're panicking more than Alex did when we first met," it commented, its voice lacking Hamilton's accent and sounding a tad bit rough. "Though he wasn't exactly at full strength back then."

What do you mean? Lin thought. What did you do to him?

"I did nothing to him. He's always been weak as far as I'm concerned. If anything, I made him stronger."

"Lin, for the love of God please snap out of it!" he heard Leslie's voice fade into his mind. He looked up at him and saw the sheer panic that spread across his face.

"What happened to you?" Leslie nearly screamed.

"I wouldn't tell him if I were you," the reflection's voice advised, now only in his head. "I'd hate for your friends to think you've lost it."

  He didn't want to. He wanted to say everything that was going on, down to the detail. But he couldn't, none of what he was thinking was what he said. "I don't know," was what came out instead.

  No! he screamed in his head. I have to tell him! Why won't you let me tell him?

  "Well, you clearly don't care for your own self-preservation, but I'd like for you to at least consider Alexander's." Lin could hear the sly grin in the voice's attempt at pity. "Imagine what would happen if he came home and suddenly the whole world knew his most damning secret. Telling even one man could snowball down into all of the country knowing, and maybe more if word spreads further."

  Hamilton's secret? This voice in his head belonged to Hamilton? Lin had to wonder how many decisions we're influenced by it considering how easily it took control of Lin's voice alone.

  He looked around, only able to find Leslie when he knew Chris was there last time he checked. "Where did Chris go?" he asked.

  "Back to the room to tell the others what happened. Why, do you need him? I'll go get him if you-"

  "No, it's fine. I just wanted to know." Lin said. Then he started to feel faint. "I think I'm ready to go back now." he heard his own voice say, though he didn't speak at all. Leslie replied, but his voice was foggy and unable to be understood. His lids felt heavy and soon everything went black.

A/N
Hey, remember when this was a comedy and I didn't have the urge to make everything a psychological drama featuring my own AUs/headcanons? Yeah, me neither.
Hamilton's potentially literal inner demons aside, I've been writing another story for a different fandom I've been in for almost three years now and I'm gonna start posting it soon. Please show it some support, it would mean a lot and I've been working harder on it than I have any other. In the meantime, I will still be trying to get these chapters out along with it.

*Disclaimer* This is my personal interpretation of these people, not how I think they actually act IRL. Anything written down here is completely fictional.