A/n: Ugh, I had to go to this Lunch Party with the entirety of my family which mind you, is HUGE. and like, this guy that I absolutely despise might go. SMHHHHH (December 8)

-I already went. I made this chapter 3 days ago. I went to the party yesterday. IT. ABSOLUTELY. SUCKED. (December 10)

Skye's P.O.V.

I watch as my younger brother AJ and Frances dance romantically, she has pink in her cheeks, giggling at every joke and cheesy pickup line he makes. I roll my eyes, averting my attention to mother dancing with Uncle John and Angelica dancing with John.

Who does she think she's fooling? I know mom only told AJ to find a date because it would distract him from his desire to drink.

The countdown should begin soon... but I still haven't found a dance partner. Yes, I've danced with my father and Uncle John and Grandfather but... never a real date.

And if I'm honest, I wouldn't mind it if William were to dance with me.

I spot James talking with Georges out of the corner of my eye, the girls gossiping among themselves. I inhale sharply as I build up the courage to approach the guy, standing alone by the drinks.

"Hey..." I smile shyly. His soft chocolate eyes lock with mine and he smirks slyly.

"Well, well. You'd think the Skye Hamilton would have found a date by now, no?" Will teases.

"Be quiet," I said. I turn away from his gorgeous features, knowing he'd tease me if I stared. I poured myself a glass of wine.

I bring it to my lips and take a slow sip. He breaks the uncomfortable silence, "Skye, what do you want?"

"Erm... well... you see, uh, I just..." Stop stammering, Skye! Just ask him!

"You want to dance, don't you?" Will holds out his hand. I stare down at it in shock, a soft smile making its way to my lips.

I look him in the eyes and nod, "Yes."

Y/n's P.O.V.

John Laurens approaches me and holds out his hand, "May I have this dance, Y/n?" I smile to myself, slowly placing my delicate s/c hand in the palm of his hand.

He rests his hand on my waist, the other holding mine as he guides us.

Seems AJ has proved me wrong. I'm proud of my boy, he's finally built up the courage to ask someone to dance, at least. I narrow my eyes on the girls watching the two in envy. They notice and scurry away.

This is my son and Frances' night, I won't allow someone to just waltz in and ruin it.

I notice Angelica and John dancing, James Madison watching from the sidelines proudly.

"You seem distracted?" John suddenly asks. I avert my gaze to his kind eyes. "What is the matter?"

"Nothing, John... nothing..." I study his unsatisfied expression.

***

John's curly hair is let down, allowing it to fall over his shoulders, and his petite freckles are scattered across his face.

He looks so much like...

Philip...

I feel tears well up in my eyes. He notices this, "Y-Y/n, what's the matter, love?"

"You look so much alike..." I murmur heartbreakingly. He smiles softly and kisses my forehead, slowly stepping back as we switch partners.

"Father?" I said as I dance away with George Washington. I quickly wipe the tears from my eyes.

"Y/n, how has your night been, my daughter? Your mother has been searching everywhere for you," The man who towers high above me said.

I laugh nervously, "I apologize. I've been everywhere. Erm... I'm sorry..."

"Hm?"

"It's my fault your real daughter couldn't return home..." I avoid his eyes.

"Look into my eyes, young lady," Father demands, "You are now my responsibility. I do not blame you for any of this, so you shouldn't be blaming yourself. I miss her, obviously, but I tend to look on the bright side of things. Who knows? She may be having much more fun there than here."

***

Father suddenly steps back even though we aren't supposed to trade partners yet. I raise my brows in shock as Alexander steps out from behind him, taking my hand in his. He kisses my knuckles with a sly smirk plastered on his face, standing up straight.

"A-Alexander, where are your glasses? Can you see?"

"Y/n Hamilton? May I have this dance?" I notice he tied his hair back like old times, he wore his old Revolutionary suite, and the bags under his eyes disappeared.

He looked exactly like... when we first met.

"I'd love that," I smile back. He rests his hand on my waist as we sway elegantly.

"You look beautiful tonight."

"You look incredibly handsome, my love," I admit.

"What can I say?" My husband beams proudly, "I'm quite the looker, huh?" He studies my features as I laugh. "You have a beautiful laugh."

Smiling, I feel my cheeks heat up slightly. "The countdown is starting soon. I'll go fetch James and the others," I said.

He doesn't release me from his grasp. Simply says, "I enjoyed that dance. Hopefully, we could do it again."

"I'd like that, Mr. Hamilton," I bow before walking away to find my children.

***

Alexander and I watch from the top of the steps leading to the garden below us as our children laugh among themselves. Eventually, everyone was outside, getting ready for the countdown. Some remained inside for the warmth and to keep track of time.

"We went through so much this year," Alexander said, his hand drifting to mine, "And I'm so sorry, Y/n..." I feel tears well up in my eyes, "I wasn't in my right mind..." Our hands intertwine. "You know..."

"10!" And so it started.

"Philip would have loved it here... he seemed very fond of Theodosia Burr-"

"9!"

"I miss him..." I admit, the tears I had tried to imprison finally escaping.

"8!"

"I do too... more than you can ever imagine..."

"7!"

"But I want to leave this behind..." Alexander suddenly said. I look at him.

"6!"

He cups my cheek, using his thumb to wipe the tears.

"5!"

"How will we ever evolve if we keep dwelling on the past? Let's move on, Y/n..."

"4!"

"I know you keep telling yourself you've moved on. But you haven't. So let's do it..."

"3!"

"Together..." I mumble.

"2!"

He leans in, "Together."

"1!"

As we shared a New Year's kiss, a gunshot echoed in my head.

It's 1804...

The year of Alexander Hamilton's death.