This World Is Wide Enough

Strange Occurences

Bros are at the play! Lyrics credit from Hamilton, original play by Lin Manuel Miranda NO lyrics are mine!

Aaron felt like death was sitting in the seat he was in. The talking was fading and Alexander had his fingers intertwined with his hand. Aaron found this to be very reassuring, even though the other literally had no idea how terrified he was. He looked at Alex, who was in light wash jeans and black, torn-ish shoes with a hoodie that in small text said 'Just you wait', a dark green colour. It complemented him and he looked absolutely adorable-

"Aaron? You okay?" 

"h-huh? o-ohh yeah, of course I am." Goddammit, that sounded so awkward-

"Do I look okay?" He asked half nervously.

"You look adorable," Aaron blurted. Alex let out a chuckle and rested his head on the other's shoulder. The show began and Barnes prayed this would not end as a disaster. 

The first song played, 'Alexander Hamilton', and Alex perked up and smiled widely at the stage. He hadn't expected much of the musical, he just thought it would be a fun night out. But there was something familiar...too familiar. His smile faded as he narrowed his eyes at the stage--suddenly, a flash passed through his head as the first person began to sing. He was back at Nevis, his mother dying in his arms as his father turned his back, reaching out to him as he sobbed. 

"Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned, Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain, Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain, and he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain" 

The hurricane. Waves crashed over the scene as he saw a person being engulfed--only to realize it was his brother James. He screamed out the name, but everything began to crash down on him, the buildings crashing as he was holding his mother, 

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden, Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick-

Alexander was shaken into reality and met with the face of a heavily concerned Aaron. He was sobbing, tears falling off of his cheeks and he didn't even realize until now. Alex felt tears still flowing as he doubled over from another flashback as the following word were heard

And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Aaron reached for the Hamilton, grabbing his shoulders as he tried to stay quiet around the others. Hamilton let out a sob as he broke down then and there, tears flowing non stop. 

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide

Alex felt memories of his past and present life sifting through his mind, mixing together as if forming a large portrait. He forced himself to stop crying, heavy breaths and shudders were replaced. The taller stood terrified, but led him out of the room, away from the theatre. He had too many questions to ask the other. Was it real? Is this what ACTUALLY happened? What is going on? Why was Hamilton hurt? 

Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside
A voice saying, "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself"He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

He cursed at the loud speakers and microphones as he finally stopped in the bathroom. Alex was quiet, not a single sob escaping him as he stood by the sink, pausing before washing his face. Aaron kept his hand on the shorter males' shoulder, trying to read his expression. What the hell just happened? Whatever it was, it hurt Alexander, and Aaron HATED that. 

"Hey...you feeling any better?" Alexander let out a shaky breath before inhaling and hugging himself, eyes refusing to meet the others' gaze. He had no idea how he could possibly answer. Nod? shake his head? actually say words? 

Perhaps...say his thoughts? 

"I don't even know..." he whispered, back leaning against the wall. 

"How about we head back home, yeah? You don't have to tell me anything." Aaron insisted. He was more than sure that this Musical would be the answer to his doubts and questions--but he was a coward for not wanting to know and face the truth. If Alexander did live through...all of that...Barnes couldn't even imagine the pain. He felt absolutely terrible for him, so with that, he pulled Alexander to his chest, tucking his head under his chin as he felt shaky exhales. 

"I'm so sorry..." he mumbled into his hair. Alex pressed his face into his chest, as if he could just bury away to get further from reality. As if the both of them did not want to know what would come next. Oh--but Alexander's curiosity would never leave him alone. 

"n-no. I wanna stay...Aaron," There was a short pause as the taller stroked his hair soothingly, "do you believe in reincarnation?" 

Oh.

God. No. 

Please no. 

he was frozen before he pulled away and Alex looked at him suspiciously, eyes fixed heavily on the reaction. Aaron shrugged his shoulders, looking away from the boy in front of him and at the ground. Hamilton sighed, rubbing his temple as he silently debated whether of not to go back into the room. He took Barnes's hand and smiled softly, before they both left back to the theatre. 

Aaron desired to scream, he wanted to go home. Alexander is always right when it comes to theories. He didn't want this one to be true, nor would he count on it to be wrong. If what he said was true...Bar--Burr...is the villain. 

Or is the person who is lost a villian? A person who is in pain--does not excuse them for what they did--shall we reject the mere goodness they too had created? 

Either way, Hamilton would hate him. 

And me, I'm the damn fool that shot him (shot him, shot him)

As both of them walked into the room in that very moment, Aaron grabbed his head as he leaned against the wall. The flashes returned, the person with their gun in the air as their hair was open and messy, blood everywhere even on his own hands. The ground was red and his vision began to swirl again. He felt Alex's hand on his shoulder, probably asking if he was okay or if he needed to leave. If he left, Alex would only be more suspicious. 

Why didn't he feel the pulse too, if he IS Hamilton? 

The pain coursed through his head, and ended exactly as the song did. A strum of a guitar was now playing, but it wasn't enough to calm him down. Alex didn't remove his gaze, he intended his focus on the taller, watching his eyes dart, as if there was something he was hiding. He felt Aaron ease up, patting his hand in a silent way to tell him he is actually fine. The Hamilton squeezed his hand smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek before they sat down. 

This is almost too suspicious.