Disclaimer...I don't own Hamilton. The fabulous Lin-Manuel Miranda does.

Thump! Alexander Hamilton, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison hit the floor.

"What in god's name?" Groaned Washington, slowly getting up from the floor. James Madison raised an eyebrow from his spot on the ground.

"What is that..." He paused, searching for words. "That hideous black box. Over there."

Looking to where Madison pointed, the others turned their gazes to a television. Of course they had no clue what a television was, but they would find out eventually. Hamilton picked up a small sheet of parchment on top of the box and cleared his throat.

"Dear Sirs,

I have brought you here by means of magic, obviously.

I will have you watch a musical called Hamilton. This musical will be about the life of Alexander Hamilton, as you may have guessed from the title. I wish you the best of luck.

A friend."

"A musical about Hamilton." Jefferson mused. "How exciting." Hamilton shot him a look.

"A musical about you wouldn't be interesting either." Jefferson scowled and opened his mouth to reply when Washington cut in.

"Boys, I presume we cannot leave until this musical is finished. We ought to get to it." Steering both men to the couch, Washington sat down with the men on either side of him. The black screen started to glow and music began to play.

I'll write more when it's possibly not 1 AM and when I have coffee. Or ideas.