Traversing The Universes (Non-AnaVerse Oneshots)

Oh Creator

This is pretty much a realistic AU. Really, I just wanted to write about the ghosts of Ana, Lilith, and the rest of their friends coming to visit me. Only, in this, history is seen just a little bit differently as the canon AnaVerse. It's short, sweet, and I like it, so enjoy. 

P.S. Since I always write in first person (except for rare special occasions), just assume that the POV is Ana's. She's the one I write most about. I'll try to remember to tell you if it's a Lilith story.

Warnings: None :)

Much Love, Krissy

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The world has changed so much from when we were alive. The state of the country was absolutely dreadful and disturbing, and the president- oh, this is not what Washington wanted. We wander the streets, a gust of air across the sidewalk. With the pandemic going on, there aren't as many people or cars in the streets.

"I still don't understand what you want to show me," I say, looking over at John. He smiles slightly at me, before turning his gaze forward again. I look over my shoulder.

"So no one will tell me anything?" I ask. I receive a lot of smiles and shakes of the head and sigh, pouting. We finally arrive at a house. It's nothing special, really. One story, a lot of trees around, longer than it is wide, and some carved pumpkins set on either side of one of the windows. Both glow green out of the carvings on the outside. John tugs me in the direction of the house, and I follow him, still confused. It's dark, and the curtains are drawn. I don't understand why he'd bring me here.

"John-" He shushes me. As ghosts, we simply pass through the wall inside the house. I pause and look around. The room is quiet and dark, and no one is around. I look at the standing clock in the corner, which reads 11:23. However, beside the standing clock, a door is open, looking into a bedroom. The light is on, but I don't see anyone moving inside. John tugs me toward the room, ignoring the furniture and just going through it. We pause in the doorway, and I can see a teenage girl sitting in a chair in the corner, her eyes glue to her laptop screen as she taps away at the keys.

"John, I don't understand. Did you bring me to help you haunt some poor girl?" I ask, looking at my best friend. He shakes his head and smiles at me for a second.

"I want you to meet Krissy," he says, gesturing to the girl. I raise an eyebrow at him and he chuckles, before smiling fondly at her.

"She's writing a story about you," he says. My eyes widen and I look over at the girl, before looking back at John.

"But...No one knows I existed, not even that Lin-Manuel Miranda fellow who wrote a musical about Alexander and Eliza," I say, not sure if I should believe what he's telling me. He tugs on my hand and I follow him into the room, to her. She looks tired, and I slowly peer down at the screen. She seems to be working on schoolwork, something about Astronomy. She stops for a moment and closes her eyes, her chest puffing out as she arches her back. She makes a face of disappointment, and I realize she was trying to pop it. I stand up straight and look at John, who's sitting on the end of her bed.

"I don't understand, how is she writing a story about me?" I ask. He looks over at her and chuckles.

"To be honest, she thinks that you and Lilith are people she made up. You'd be shocked at how accurate her writing is to you and your family. She even used the same names," he says. I look back at the girl, examining her face. She doesn't stand out in any sort of way to me, really. Except some of her features seem almost familiar.

"She's supposedly a distant relative of Washington, Adams, and Madison," John says. That's what it is. Her aura reminds me of Washington. The way she's writing is like Madison, or Alexander. She looks up, as if she heard John. Somehow, her eyes seem to meet mine, and I wonder for a fleeting moment if she can see me. She looks back at the screen, seemingly unphased. No, I suppose not. I straighten up, gently touch the top of the girl's head.

"Thank you, darling," I say, smiling slightly. She freezes up, suddenly looking up again. She wraps her blanket tighter around herself, gazing toward me with wide eyes. The light suddenly goes over, and I snap my head around to look. Alex has his hand against the lightswitch.

"Alexander! You're going to give the poor girl a heart attack!" I scold, pointing an accusatory finger at him. He gives me a slightly apologetic look.

"Ana." I look at John, but he's looking at Krissy. I turn my gaze back toward the girl, and find her eyes not staring through me, but at me. Her face is illuminated by the laptop screen, making her eyes shine.

"Anastasia?" she asks softly. I smile at her and nod, crouching down in front of her chair. She sits up and moves her laptop aside, putting it on the bed beside John.

"But I...I made you up," she says softly. I shake my head and take both of her hands in mine.

"No, chérie (darling). I am very real. Somehow, you've been telling everything about my story in your writing," I say. She opens and closes her mouth over and over again, her eyes starting to fill with tears.

"Everything that I...It all happened to you?" she asks softly. I squeeze her hands and nod.

"Yes, darling," I say. She looks up at my friends, and I feel her trembling slightly. A tear rolls down her cheek.

"I wrote it because it was tragic, and I didn't think that a life with that much death could happen. I wanted to write about a woman who was strong, despite all of her tragedies," she mutters, bowing her head. Another translucent hand reaches out and brushes the tear from her face, and I look up. My daughter is smiling softly at her.

"Don't cry because of us. We've all been reunited. We're happy now," she says. Krissy sniffles as she looks up at Lilith. After a moment, she nods and squeezes lightly on my hands.

"You should rest," John says. Krissy turns to look at him, and I stand up.

"I still have so much work..." she says. There's a soft chuckle, and we turn our heads. Alexander gives the girl a fond look.

"Don't make my mistake, kid. It isn't worth it," he says. I smile at him, before looking back at Krissy.

"He's right. Take a break and rest your mind, dear," I say. She smiles slightly.

"I'm not married, Mr. Hamilton, and who exactly am I going to have an affair with?" she asks cheekily. Angelica barks out a laugh, and there's a unanimous chuckle in the group. Alexander even chuckles at her wits. She considers us for a moment, before slowly nodding.

"Alright, I'll go to sleep," she says. I smile at her and release her hand. We all work together to get her room ready, tossing decorative pillows off the bed and putting away clothes and her laptop. She finally climbs into bed, smiling at us sweetly.

"It was nice to meet you," she mutters. I brush some loose hair off her forehead and smile.

"Thank you for telling my story, even if they only believe it is imagined," I say. She smiles up at me, then looks at my friends. She raises her hand from beneath the covers in a small wave, before turning over onto her side. I watch her relax for a moment, before John takes my hand and tugs, and we all float through the walls and leave Krissy's home.

"She's telling our stories," Lilith says, pausing and turning to look at me. I see how much it brightens her, the glow of her smile as she says it. Over the years, I know she has grown to feel insignificant. Nothing more than a nameless woman who is barely mentioned or remembered. Knowing that someone is writing my story, and her story, I see her insecurity fade away.

"I remember her talking about some kids who were rude to her, can we go haunt them?" Alex asks, looking over at me with bright eyes. I chuckle and exchange glances with the rest of them, each of us looking at one another with a mischievous smirk.

"Yes, Alexander, I think we shall," I say. He whoops and runs off down the road, and there's collective laughter before we follow behind him.