(A/n: Get ready for a long ass chapter!)

Third Person P.O.V.
Y/n had sent the letter to the General, printing the address of a park on the envelope. Three days later, Y/n and Martha received a letter from George Washington, explaining their harsh situation. Later that day, Y/n also received letters from Lafayette, Mulligan, Laurens, and Hamilton. In both Mulligan and Lafayette's letters, they'd explain how Hamilton and Laurens wouldn't shut up about her. And in Hamilton and Laurens' letters, they'd write how much they missed her. Furthermore, John began mentioning how much of a lovely person Eliza is in his letters.

A week had passed and it was clear to Y/n "Louis Scott" wasn't receiving a letter back from Washington. Either Washington ignored "Louis Scott's" letter or hadn't read it yet. She sighs longingly, leaning against the counter as her eyes wander the medieval house.

"Home..." She whispers to herself, "I used to always think those movies about how the main protagonist would do anything to get home were cheesy... But now I know what it's like to miss home."

"Hm? What was that, sweetie?" Martha's jolly voice asks.

"Er... Nothing m-mother," Y/n quickly straightens her posture and wears a fake smile, knowing that Martha could see right through it.

Martha raises her brows, "Right... Anyway, I'm going to the markets to shop for groceries," She jabs her finger in the direction of the door, "Care to join me, sweetie?"

Y/n's eyes land on the kitchen knife, a 'smart' idea popping into her head. Keeping her eyes on the knife, she speaks up, "N-no, I'm okay, I'm not feeling very well."

She feels Martha place her warm hand atop her forehead, "You don't seem to have a fever. I hope you feel better though," She then turns and glides across the room to the door.

Y/n holds her breath as she hears Martha close the door behind her. When she thought she was finally alone, she grabs the kitchen knife and stares thoughtfully down at it.

(WARNING: If you are sensitive about someone thinking about stabbing themselves, please skip the next couple of paragraphs.)

Home... I have to get home... She thought I'll do anything!

Y/n slowly hovers the knife over her chest with her shaky hands, her breath hitching in her throat.

You can do it...

She bites her lip, feeling weak in the knees.

Think of getting home! Dad, Skye, your phone, Internet, wifi!

Y/n slowly brings the knife to the fabric over her chest, the sharp edge grazing through it but not enough to reach her skin.

Home...

She pushes it closer.

Home...

But suddenly, a loud CRASH echoes through the house. She had dropped the knife. She falls to her knees, covering her face and shaking her head in disappointment.

"What am I doing!? I'm not going to stab myself!" She hugs her legs close to her chest, burying her head in her knees. "How am I ever going to get home?"

***

"God, he's wonderful!" Eliza exclaims dreamily as she spins, her groceries held close to her heart as if they were the most important things ever. Y/n groans with frustration, following behind the three Schuyler sisters.

"Who, Eliza?" Peggy asks obliviously.

Y/n rolls her eyes, Alexander, obviously-

"John!"

"JOHN!?" Y/n's voice startles the three as they come to an abrupt stop. They stare at her in shock as she breathes heavily. Her heart skips a beat, a fake smile coming to her face. "J-John! Well, he is wonderful, Eliza, I'm... Er... Happy for you!"

"I know right! He's such a gentleman!" She squeals loudly, grabbing Peggy's arm and dragging her ahead Angelica and Y/n.

Angie leans into Y/n's ear and whispers, "What was that about, N/n?"

She shrugs, internally screaming, "Nothing, I'm just really happy for my best friend, is all." Angelica hums in response, catching up with the other two.

What have I done!? Y/n looks down at her feet to hide the horrified face expression, She's meant to fall in love with Alexander, not John! Is it because I kept Alexander from Eliza for too long at the Winter's Ball? Is it because she and John got to know each other a lot better when I went after Alexander!? THIS IS BAD, THIS IS BAD, THIS IS SO BAD! This could change EVERYTHING! Eliza tells Alexander's story! If she marries John, no one in the future will know who he was!

"Oh, look!" Angie grabs the stressed girl's arm, pulling her to a dress shop where dresses are lined up near the windowsill. "The other two went to a bakery, wanna look inside?"

"Um... Why not?"

"Good because you were coming either way," Angie remarks. Y/n laughs. They strolled to the entrance, entering the large place, the cold wind running chills down their spines.

"Woah, look at that one," Y/n points at a red lace dress, "I want it!"

"Y/n, you idiot, that's on display, you can't buy it. It might not even match your measurements. If you want it you have to go get your measurements taken!" Angie gazed down at her obliviously, "Didn't you already know that, N/n?"

"Yes, I knew that!" She places her hands on her hips and glares at Angie, "Now how do I get my measurements taken!?" Angie snickered, pulling Y/n to the tailor of the shop

"Excuse me, sir?" Angie steals the attention of the tailor, his eyes widening at the sight of the two beautiful ladies. "Ms. Y/n Washington would like to get her measurements taken." She motions down to her friend.

Y/n smiles through gritted teeth, whispering to Angie, "Why did you introduce me like that?"

"So people know that I'm friends with the daughter of the General, duh!" She replies in a hushed voice. Y/m couldn't help but laugh.

"Right this way, miss," The man leads Y/n to a room, closed off from the others. For a second, she thought she was getting kidnapped. Then she remembered...

They had to strip to take measurements in the 1700s...

"M-miss, you're turning red, are you alright?"

"I'm fine..."

Y/n's P.O.V.
After a tiring day, the only thing I wanted to do was get home and sleep... But right when I enter the house, Martha hands me two letters, said to have been sent by Alexander and John. I wanted to save the letters for after I sleep, but my curiosity took over and ripped it open.

Dearest Y/n,
The thoughts of seeing you again are the only things pushing me through this harsh winter. I would much rather be enjoying some time with you. You consume my thoughts and it's getting hard to focus on the war, how dare you!

I couldn't help but laugh at that.

Anyway, I know this may seem straightforward... But, Y/n, I am truly in love with you. And if it's this hard for me to spend a week away from you, I'm not sure I can spend my whole life without you. I am asking for your permission, Y/n. I want to court you.

Yours forever,
Alexander Hamilton

The fixed timeline seemed to be crumbling right before me. I drop the letter, my jaw dropping with it. Martha, who has been standing there the entire time, cocks her head to the side emotionlessly, "What is it, sweetie? Is something wrong with the boys?"

"Mom, Alexander wants to court me!" I exclaim in worry. Happiness floods through her. Martha's face brightens, brighter than the fucking sun. She runs and hugs me too tightly.

"THAT'S GREAT!" She exclaims, "And know, I approve, love." We break the hug and she is able to examine my worried face, "Y/n, love, are you alright? You're getting married, why the perplexed face?"

"Mom, I'm still young, I can't start a family-"

"Hold it right there, missy! You were supposed to be married at the age of eighteen, you're twenty-one!"

Oh, that's right, people got married at a really young age at this time. GREAT!

(A/n: My mom married my father and had me at the age of eighteen. Crazy, huh?)

"Y/n, are you not in love with Alexander?"

"Mom... Of course, I love him... But... I just need to think about it..." I pick the letter up off the ground and shove past Martha upstairs to my bedroom, John's letter held close to my chest.

When I finally enter my comfort zone, I toss Alex's letter onto my desk and close the door. I rip open John's letter, my eyes skimming through it.

Apologize...

Courting...

Jealous...

Eliza...

Marry...

Alexander...

I suck in a sharp breath, finally finding the courage to read the entire letter.

To the loveliest, Y/n,
First, I wanted to apologize about kissing you before courting you, it was a mistake... A good mistake at that. Alexander announced he will ask for your hand in marriage. I'll admit, I was a bit jealous I hadn't thought of the idea before he did. But as long as you're happy, that would be enough. Eliza sent yet another letter. She is a great person, Y/n, and I'm thinking about maybe courting her... Even if I end up marrying a different woman, you will always have a place in my heart. Of course, that is if Philip Schuyler says yes to me and you say yes to Alexander ;)

With love,
John Laurens

Oh, my God...

What am I going to do?