hamilton time travel au fanfic

I love history. As a little kid, I would always go around the house sprouting random facts about the French Revolution or Genghis Khan. I was so passionate about it. My most favourite event? The American Revolution, because living and growing up in New York, I've always been exposed to a great deal of American history.

That night, I fell asleep on my bed reading a biography of one of America's founding fathers, Alexander Hamilton. I was barely through the first couple of chapters when my eyelids started growing heavy. I set the book down on my desk and dozed off, excited for reading the rest of the book.

I awoke to the sound of busy people, not surprised, but also to horse manure? That definitely wasn't normal. I was laying down on the ground, gladly not on that, but rather on the street? I immediately sat up, petticoats and skirts brushing by my peripheral vision. Hold on. There were no petticoats yesterday. Unless. No, that couldn't be. Magic isn't real. Yet here I am now, in the midst of what seems to be the greatest revolution.

I trudged down the street, still groggy from sleep. I could feel suspicious and judging glances from the couples walking by. I didn't know how to get out of here; I mean, it's pretty cool to be in the same time era as the founding fathers, but I'm used to my own time. I feel around my pockets for my phone only to remember I had left it on my nightstand by my book. Dang it. How would I get out? What would my parents be thinking? I decided to walk around a bit and try to find someone who, by any chance, know how to get me out. I continued on the street, eventually coming across a tall building. Reading the brass sign on the front by the door, I gasped. No, it can't be. But it is. I was at the office of Alexander Hamilton.

I lightly knocked on the door, butterflies haphazardly flying around. The door opened to a friendly ginger. "Hello there! Come on in - would you like some tea?"

"Thank you, and no thank you," God, that sounded really weird. I'd imagine the ginger, whom I'm assuming is Alexander Hamilton, gave me a weird look, as if to say to someone why there was a fourteen-year-old girl, dressed in the weirdest clothes, at the office of a lawyer.

"Please, take a seat," he said, interrupting my thoughts while motioning to some empty chairs on the other side of his deep mahogany desk. "So, what brings you here?" he asked me as I took a seat in the rather plush and comfortable blue-green seats. Before I could begin, he interrupted me again. "Pardon my manners; I am Alexander Hamilton, defense attorney. Who might you be? You do seem a little young to be asking for a lawyer."

This guy was truly the great Alexander Hamilton. I couldn't believe it. "Um, hi, Mr Hamilton. I'm Robin; and I was lost. I was wondering if you could help me? My story as to how I got here is very confusing, weird, and most likely very unbelievable." Ew, that sounded really informal compared to how he said it.

He laughed. "Don't worry; I've heard so many different stories. Please, continue," he said, motioning.

"Alright. It all started last night. I was reading a biography about you, actually. Then I fell asleep. Then I woke up on the street over there," I started, pointing over to the door. I also come from the future - the year 2019 to be exact. Yes, I'm from nearly 200 years in the future. So I woke up, walked around a bit, then found your office. I was wondering if you knew of any way for me to get back home?"

Mr Hamilton looked at me for a solid two minutes before replying, his blue eyes staring into my green eyes. “I’ve never actually heard of this before. I think I do have an idea, though I’m a little busy today. I’ll drop you off at my house and you can help out my wife Elizabeth. Here, come with me.”

“Thank you, Mr Hamilton!” I said as I got up. I can’t believe it, I was about to meet Eliza Hamilton!

We left his office and walked up the same street where I first appeared. Walking on this street showed me some familiarity because back at home in my time I would always walk up and down this street to get to all the places I needed to go, like school or to my friend’s houses. Hamilton’s office was near my house! What? Even though we were walking at a moderate pace, my heart was racing.

Eventually we reached their house. It was a beautiful three story building, the lights on the front casting long shadows onto the sidewalk. Woah, I just realised. I live near where the Hamiltons lived! Even cooler and epicer!

Mr Hamilton fished around his pockets in his greatcoat for his keys, and when he pulled them out, he searched for his house key, inserting it into the keyhole and opening the door. Behind the slab of wood was a footboy, and as Mr Hamilton talked to the boy, presumably what to tell Eliza, I spotted her farther in the parlour, sipping some tea with someone who looked similar. At the sound of the door opening, the women, turned their heads, smiling to see Mr Hamilton but confused to see an oddly-dressed fourteen-year-old in their house.

After a couple minutes of silence and confusion, Eliza’s lookalike, who must be either Peggy or Angelica, broke the silence. “Who’s that?”

Confidently, Mr Hamilton replied, “She appeared at my office a while ago. Her story is rather interesting, if you ladies are interested. And welcome, Peggy.”
So it was Peggy. They smiled and nodded as Mr Hamilton left back out the door to his office, leaving me alone with two of the Schuyler sisters and the footboy, who left to somewhere else in the house. Another couple more minutes of awkward silence ensued before Peggy broke it once more. “Well, what brings you here?”

I smiled, knowing that I was most likely going to be judged from them for a really long time.