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"You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced, gracefully stepping aside as Alexander gently dipped Eliza into a loving kiss. Their friends and family erupted with applause, cheers, and whistles. In the crowd, Lafayette's distinctive voice stood out, accompanied by Mulligan's deep timbre and John's whooping.
"We are married," Eliza whispered with shining eyes as they parted. Alexander nodded, his emotions overwhelming him, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t trust himself to speak. Their whirlwind romance, as fast as it was, felt nothing short of incredible. He had known Eliza for only three weeks, yet he was certain he would never meet another woman like her and never love another woman as much as he loved her.
Alexander’s eyes swept across the room, a grin of sheer joy spreading across his face as he observed his new extended family. He had never experienced a true family before, and now he had so many to call his own. He locked eyes with Philip Schuyler, who radiated pride and adoration. "Take good care of her," he mouthed. Alexander bowed his head in acknowledgement. He would cherish Eliza til the day he died, but guilt nagged at the edges of his mind as his eyes found John’s. He offered Alexander a strained smile.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of white light enveloped Alexander, accompanied by shouts and gasps from the room's occupants. His feet dangled in the air, and Eliza's panicked voice reached his ears. Her hands gripped him tightly, but he could not see her.
"I am right here!" he called out.
His feet found solid ground once more, and he opened his eyes to a completely different room. This new setting featured rickety chairs and a large white cloth hanging at the front. In the center stood a peculiar box with an odd nozzle on its front.
"Get off of me, Mulligans!" Lafayette's voice shouted, thick with his French accent.
“I would if Laurens would bloody move,” Mulligans yelled back.
“Hold on.” Alexander’s shoulders finally relaxed when he heard John’s voice, sounding panicked but otherwise safe.
“Gentlemen,” a familiar voice called.
Alexander turned to see General Washington, his composure poised and undisturbed as always, despite the inexplicable circumstances that he was either thrown across the world to a random room or a group of people just magically appeared in the room he was in. The others, too preoccupied with their own confusion, paid him little attention.
“What the actual hell?” another voice said, this one unfamiliar. Thomas Jefferson, someone he hed only heard of, pushed at the man on top of him, who groaned before rolling off.
“Eliza!” Angelica exclaimed, hugging her sister. Eliza hugged her back tightly before abruptly pulling away.
“Where is Peggy?”
The sisters looked around wildly before finally spotting Peggy. They ran to her, hugging tightly.
John sidled up to him, gripping his arm tightly. “Alexander? What the hell happened?”
“I do not… I am not sure.”
“That is a first,” another familiar voice said.
“Aaron Burr, sir. Do you know what happened?” Alexander asked, rolling his eyes.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” he said, smirking. “Can I get everyone’s attention?”
No one listened to him.
“Excuse me!”
Alexander scoffed before yelling. “Hello, everyone. Burr appears to know why we are here. Let us we listen to him, yes?”
All eyes turned to Burr, who blushed under their scrutiny.
"I have a letter here addressed to all of us," he announced, holding up a scroll of paper.
"Well, what does it say?" Jefferson demanded, his arms crossed.
Burr cleared his throat, standing up straighter. Alexander rolled his eyes as Lafeyette sniggered.
"History is a fickle thing, is it not?" Burr began, sounding a bit bewildered as he read the message. "One small decision can change its entire course. Have any of you ever wondered how you will be remembered in the history books?"
“That is Alexander’s whole thing,” John snickered, swinging an arm around him and punching him in the shoulder, fond look in his eyes.
“Your legacy is not guaranteed, yet you do everything, please.”
All eyes turned to Alexander, who held his head high, unperturbed by their stares.
“Now is your chance to find out how America remembered you,” Burr trailed off.
"What does it say?" a somewhat impatient Jefferson asked.
“You are going to watch your future through the lens of one man and how you changed the course of history, for better or for worse; that is for you to decide.”
"What does that mean?" Eliza asked, still holding her sisters close.
"There is more on the back," Mulligan interjected, grabbing the paper from Burr, much to his chagrin. Alexander could not help but chuckle under his breath as Mulligan cleared his throat before reading. “This recording comes from the future, the year 2020. It is your legacy[1], Hamilton.”
“2020,” John said in awe. “People still remember you almost 250 years from now, Alexander.” He turned to him with a wide grin.
Alexander stood there, stunned. This was precisely what he had longed for: to create something that would withstand the sands of time and keep his name alive in the mouths of people for generations to come.
“Why Hamilton?” Jefferson demanded. Alexander could almost see him wanting to stomp his feet like a child. What did Thomas Jefferson have against him?
“It says to press something on the box to get it started,” Mulligan finished, stepping over to the box. Washington, Jefferson, and Hamilton followed him, hovering over the box as Mulligans flipped it.
He was not entirely sure what they were looking for, and Jefferson began pressing random parts of it in an attempt to get it started. But nothing seemed to work, and his frustration was palpable. "How does this damned thing work?" he yelled, stepping away.
Washington examined it as well before shaking his head. "I am not sure."
Peggy bounded over to join them, causing Jefferson to scoff. "I do not think you will—"
"Would you not just press the thing called 'start'?" she suggested, pressing a button on the side of the box. The peculiar nozzle lit up, and the white cloth at the front of the room turned black in the middle. "That was not so hard," Peggy remarked before returning to her seat. Jefferson grumbled and took his own seat near Madison, while Washington sat with Burr, and Alexander found a spot next to his wife. John took the seat on his other side, with Lafayette and Mulligans sitting behind them. Angelica sat with Eliza to the left and Peggy on her right.
“This is all so unreal,” John whispered from next to him. Alexander nodded. Whatever this was, it was his legacy—what he left behind—immortalized in this recording. He held his breath as it began.