Author's Note: Hello again my Ham Fams! Two updates within a month? Crazy right, I know, but you never know when inspiration strikes! Now I don't Hamilton, but I am a fan and therefor I will be borrowing from it to create this original storyline.

~Satisfied~

"I remember that night, I just might regret that night for the rest of my days. I remember those solider boys tripping over themselves to win our praise. I remember that dreamlike candlelight like a dream you can't quite place. But Alexander, I'll never forget the first time I saw your face. I have never been the same."

There were many times in his eighteen years that John Lawrence was taken by surprise. Sadly to his own admission, he never quite obtain the ability of hindsight. This fact came back to bite him in the ass many times. Some events weren't so bad as they were more embarrassing than anything else. Like his birthday parties, always thrown on the same date without change, but he would always jump when he entered his living room to find all his family and friends waiting for him. His family found it hilarious, his friends teased him, and it became a long standing joke. Then there were the less funny things, like being surprised when he finally got to kiss the prettiest girl in his grade at a dance in middle school. The surprise wasn't even the kiss, he had asked her to be his date, but the result had thrown him. It felt like nothing, no sparks, no fireworks, nothing. So many times he had heard from other guys that kissing was supposed to be life changing. John had thought maybe she just wasn't the right girl for him and in the proceeding year kissed another two girls and found the results the same.

Then came his fifteenth birthday (and the surprise of such party) and he found himself in his kitchen pantry with his friend Dylan. And boy was that a surprise of a surprise, his friend was gay! Not only that, but John had found himself kissing back and liking it. So came the third shock of the evening. So he was gay. Well then. At least his parents seemed alright with it when they walked in on their make out session. That had lead to a rather embarrassing talk later that he would soon rather forget entirely. The relationship with Dylan didn't last long as they both decided it was better to remain friends. Yeah, the kissing was great, but not much else seemed to spark anything emotional.

By the time his sixteenth birthday came around John thought he was done being taken by surprise. What else at this point in his life could shock him? As if the fates themselves had heard his sarcastic ass thought and decided to challenge him, John started having odd dreams. They were about himself, but a little older, a little louder, and wearing a uniform. He was charging into battles on a stallion, surrounded by a group of similarly dressed soldiers, he the only white guy among them. He dreamt he was drinking in a bar that didn't have lightbulbs, but used candles instead. He was laughing and drinking with two other men when another two walked up. The taller one kind of faded into the background of his dream as the shorter one came into focus.

And then he woke up one night with a splitting headache and a revelation. He had been alive before. He had been a solider in the army way back during the Revolutionary War. John Laurens, so close to his current name, had lead men into battle and seen death first hand. He had fought and lived and had made the best group of friends anyone ever had! Hercules, Lafayette, and, and, Alexander…

His heart twisted painfully, now matching the pain in his head. Alexander Hamilton, the man had taken his breath away from that first meeting. The short little immigrant was larger than life! The way he talked so passionately about the way the country should be and how he agreed with John about blacks having more value than anyone gave credit for. Alexander could get anyone excited about practically anything at all with his command of language. The way he dreamed the future being was something John wanted to be apart of, to be apart of Alexander's world.

Then John Lawrence remembered John Lauren's heart being crushed by events after the meeting between his friend and one Elizabeth Schuyler. Of course Alexander fell in love with her. She was beautiful, charming, sweet, and it helped that she was the second daughter to a rich Scottish politician. He remembered the wedding in all its grandeur, but at the time he couldn't help thinking how garish it all was. Or maybe he was just feeling petty and jealous over the fact the woman had won Alexander's heart when he himself couldn't.

It was hard to move on after the wedding, but he did it. He came to accept that while he had loved Alexander that Alexander might not have ever felt the same way about him. No matter how some of the letters the man wrote to John seemed to be intimate, he knew that was just how Alexander wrote. Passionately, strongly, and without restraint. Arming his shattered heart and dreams with that knowledge John moved forward. He threw himself into the war's cause, threw himself into battle, and ultimately threw himself to death's door. John Laurens had died after the war had been won without ever realizing he had died a truly free man.

After he remembered his past life, his new one changed drastically. His father had gotten a promotion and it meant that his family had to relocate. John spent all of his life in North Carolina and everything he knew was there. So why did the sound of moving to New York in the middle of the school year make him feel excited? Well, that answer became clear his first week at his new school. His friends were here! Well, most of his friends, the most important one was nowhere to be found. Hercules had found him first during third period, which had been Home Economics. Which John only took because his mother was forever laminating over the fact he couldn't cook even the basics. "Really honey, what happens when you finally meet Prince Charming? Don't you want to impress him with your skills in the kitchen? A way to a man's heart is his stomach after all!" Looking at his father's growing waist line over the years, he had no doubt that there was some truth to his mother's words. So yeah, cooking class. Hercules was taking it just because it was an easy class for him due to his memories of being a tailor.

Then Herc had dragged him to a table come lunch period and was reintroduced to the formerly fighting Frenchman, Gilbert Marie Lafayette. Still a Frenchman as his parents were French ambassadors, but god help anyone who dared to call him Gilbert. He even had the pleasure of meeting the youngest Schuyler sister Peggy. She was a firecracker of a girl with such a presence that to ignore her was damn impossible. Which was a shame as he would have gladly done so if it meant he hadn't of had to meet her sister again, Eliza. The pain, while not faded, was still there to some extent and seeing her just as beautiful and charming as she was over a hundred years ago irritated him. Over the first few weeks he just tried to be civil, tried to be nice, but it was becoming obvious he was failing as Eliza took him aside one day and asked if his behavior had to do at all with Alexander.

Apparently his crush from way back when hadn't been as secret as he had hoped it had been. All at once everything he had bottle up for a century came spilling out. He found himself yelling at how he had loved the man first and that he knew him better than anyone else. Accusing her of stealing him away just because she could as she was in a higher social standing and didn't really love him. Being so cruel as to say the only reason he married her was because she had money and that he hadn't really loved her at all. He went on and on and through it all Eliza remained utterly silent. John never even realized that his words started to come out as sobs or that fat tears were rolling down his cheeks. But when he did notice it was too late to stop them. He was surprised once again and found a pair of warm arms wrapping around his neck and that a face was pressing into his chest. Then he felt wet tears through his shirt and heard a small voice telling him 'I miss him too.'

Things became easier after that. Eliza and he had grown closer, he apologized for what he had said. He told her that while money was probably a factor in his decision to marry her, John had seen the way his best friend looked at her. And that Alexander Hamilton had married her because to him, she was his entire world. Eliza told him in return that while Alexander might not have loved him as John wished him too, that he had loved him as a friend. And John could happily live with that so long as he got to see the man again.

Now, lying in bed as Alexander Hathaway moved in a frenzy around their room gathering up everything way too early in the morning, he could say it was the truth. John still loved him, but he was content in just being his friend, close by and watching. Although he could be a little happier if Alex would learn to sleep in just a little bit.

"The orientation doesn't start for another three hours Alex, just why?"

The man looked at him as though he had grown another head. "Why? That's only three hours! And I still have to type up a new article on my blog, finish a letter I'm writing to the governor about the refusal of updating the gun laws last week, and then"

John stopped listening, it was way too early for this. Taking one of his spare pillows he flung it at the general direction of Alex's words. There was a soft thud followed by a grumble.

"That was rude."

*~Hamilton is My Jamilton~*

Angelica Skylar had remembered who she was only eleven years old. There was no denying it or pretending that her memory of her former life wasn't real. She knew it to be true because her very being told her so. Of course, being so young she didn't know what to do with this knowledge exactly, not that she could do much anyways as no one would believe her. So she did the only thing she could do, which is what she had always done, she focused on her sisters. She watched for any sign that they might one day remember who they had been, when they had been, and they could all remember together. It didn't take long for Eliza to remember, only three years after Angelica herself had. But what shocked her was when she came to find that her youngest sister, little Peggy Skylar, had always remembered. In Peggy's own little eleven year old words, "Because, duh, Ange!"

With her sisters they grew up the same way they did last time, together, watching out for each other and loving each other most of all. Angelica came to realize that her life this time around wasn't all the different than her last one. Their mother died in child birth when Peggy was brought into the world, leaving their father once again a single parent. He loved them, truly, but often spent most of his time working and providing the best he could for them. She, being the oldest and the wisest, knew that once again her place was to carry the good name of Skylar. Her future was to be successful and one day take over her father's company, marry someone from a good family, and start her own. Her mind was focused on that goal and nothing would distract her from it.

That's not to say that when Eliza and Peggy came home one day to tell her about finding Hercules, John, and Lafayette her stomach didn't do a little flip. Because she had hoped beyond hope that Alexander would have also came back. And if she hated herself a little for the way she felt she never let on.

She admits it. She had loved Alexander Hamilton from the first moment their eyes met on the balcony of the ballroom. Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame captured her from that moment onwards. He spoke so swiftly, so confidently, and she was falling. But reality was harsh so of course he was just a poor solider with no family to speak of. He had nothing that could benefit her society or wealth wise, but damn it if when he said 'hi' she forgot her own damn name. He was handsome and charming and she wanted to take him away from that place. Then Eliza told her he was hers, turning to face her younger sister she saw the truth, with eyes that were so helpless. And so Angelica had done what she always did, put her sister's happiness before her own.

The wedding, her sister's pregnancies, her own marriage, and everything in-between did nothing to alleviate her own feelings. The way her heart skipped a beat when a new letter arrived in her London home from her brother in law. She swooned easily, but no matter the letters or the words they contained, she never betrayed her sister. And she wasn't planning on starting to now that Alexander had finally made his way back. The only downside was that she couldn't hurt him for what he had done to Eliza now, because he didn't even remember it. And she was pissed about it.

"He better watch himself this time or I'm going to kill him." She muttered as she brush her hair. Orientation was in an hour and as a select upperclassman, she was asked to help out.

Thea, who was barely awake and trying to do her makeup, merely rolled her eyes.

"Just give him a chance. He seems like a nice guy and he hasn't done anything."

"Yet."

"Oh my God. Overreacting much? Nothing is going to happen. You won't let it, the boys won't let it, and I'm pretty sure Eliza would kick his ass this time around he tried to pull something, so can you please chill?"

Having finished her hair she left the bathroom, but not before saying over her shoulder.

"I'll chill when he actually proves he can keep it in his pants and not flirt with every girl he sees."

Thea just whispered under her breath. "Thank god I don't have a sister. Aaron would be dead by now."

And that does it for this chapter! Two unrequited loves and a whole lot of feelings. I just popped this out on a whim so I don't know when my next update will be, but please stay tuned. As always I would love to hear from you guys so leave a comment if you can, if not that's okay! Thank you to everyone who had favorited my story and who had followed it. It means so much that you guys enjoy it.