Hey guys! That's right! I'm alive and still updating this! This would have been finished sooner, but then school started and AP chem got in the way... But hey! At least I haven't forgotten about this story, right? (Unlike some of my other ones) I hope you like this chapter! We finally have the main character get introduced! (Well some of them anyway). Enjoy! (Edit: I changed up a little of this chapter near the end. You should probably reread it to understand things going forward. ALSO! Lafayette and Jefferson are BROTHERS, not cousins. Sorry for the confusion.)

(Lafayette POV)

If this person doesn't get out of my way with his stupid phone in the next five seconds, I'm going to run him over.

I beeped my horn for the fourth time as this guy stood still, right in front of my car, recording the sky. He wasn't the only one too. There were at least ten others standing in the middle of the busy New York street looking up at the sky with their cellphones out.

It had stopped raining about 20 minutes ago, but the sky was still dark.

The clouds were swirling and forming different patterns in the sky. Nothing like a tornado, but still concerning.

The wind was still howling, picking up random pieces of trash on the busy New York streets, and tossing it around. I could feel it pushing against my sitting car, shaking the vehicle slightly. Thankfully, in the city, there were few trees to sway and fall, but the buildings still loomed over us. It seemed as if they were swaying themselves and could break and crash at any moment.

But that was ridiculous, these buildings were made to withstand strong winds. It was unlikely for the structures to falter… right?

Finally, after my fifth or sixth time honking my horn, the guy noticed that he was standing in the middle of the freaking road and moved.

"Finally, le imbécile moves," I mumbled, as I drove past the guy and maneuvered my way around the shocked pedestrians littering the streets.

The New York streets were even more crowded than usual, which was certainly a sight. People were running amuck in fear or some just stood in the middle of the crossroad staring at the sky in shock.

And I thought regular New York traffic was annoying.

I could barely move forward an inch before some maniac ran in front of the car yelling "The end is near!"

I mean, come on people, it's just a storm!

Then my phone suddenly started beeping loudly, the bright red screen displaying the words:

HURRICANE WARNING! CATEGORY 3!

Okay then, apparently it's not just a storm.

I turned onto Fort Washington Avenue and came upon a crashed car in my way.

Great. I sigh and try to back up so I can make a u-turn but the line of cars behind me provide a roadblock and beep at me angrily, so I can't go that way either.

Well, the world's gone to merde anyway, might as well get out.

So I get out of my car and it's significantly louder outside, people are screaming and sirens blare loudly.

The streets are a mess of car crashes and people running wild, breaking into stores and all around acting like crazed animals.

The storm hasn't even hit yet!

I sigh again, and look around for a possible side street I could drive down.

That's when I heard someone cursing out someone else in French.

My interest peaked, I haven't met many New Yorkers that spoke fluent French, I turned around to look for the source of the eloquent, and quite colorful, flow of language.

Finally, my eyes landed on a Hispanic man of moderately short stature standing on the street curve yelling at a cab driver the refused to give them a ride.

"Je ne peux pas putain vous croire! Vous êtes une fichue honte à ceux dans votre profession! Est-ce pas votre travail aux passagers en voiture, par l'intermédiaire de quels que soient les obstacles, vers leur destination? Et vous putain travaillez à NYC! Vous devriez être capable de conduire à travers rues à peine inondées! Je veux dire, le trafic au cours de l'hiver est bien pire."

(translation: "I can't f***ing believe you! You are a damn shame to those in your profession! Isn't it your job to drive passengers by car, through whatever obstacles, to their destination? And you f***ing work in NYC! You should be able to drive through barely flooded streets! I mean, the traffic during the winter is much worse.")

He spoke with more of a creole accent than I was used to hearing, but it was definitely French that he was yelling at the poor cabbie who seemed both slightly frightened and annoyed at the onslaught of words he couldn't comprehend. Although, from the cursing man's facial expression and body language, it was very likely that the driver knew he was being insulted.

Just when it seemed the Hispanic man was about to resort to physically expressing his anger, the cabbie sped off down the dangerous road that the driver was apparently "too scared" to drive down.

The man cursed again, although this time in another language (maybe Spanish?) and flipped him off as the cab turned the corner.

He sighed and started to run his hands through his greasy, messy ponytail when he turned so I could finally see his face.

Wait, a second, I know him…

"Alexandre?"

The man looked up and our eyes met across the somewhat flooded streets.

He squinted at me before his eyes widened in recognition, and he called out, "Marquis?"

His voice was hesitant and his face was a mixture of shock and joy.

When I grinned widely and waved, the shock dissipated and his face was of pure joy and relief.

"Gilbert! It is so good to see you!" Alexander said with a laugh as I approached him.

"You as well, mon ami!" I said with a hug.

He pulled back first and I took a good look at him. His hair was a bit longer than the last time I saw him and his eyes looked tired but were as bright as usual.

"Ah, you've finally managed faire pousser une barbe!"

(translation: "to grow a beard")

Alexander rolled his eyes. "Haha, très drôle."

(translation: "very funny")

I smiled, "So, I saw you were cussing out a cab driver. He wouldn't drive you?"

Alexander frowned and looked down the street in the direction the cab drove off. "He refuses to drive me in such 'dangerous and unfavorable conditions.' Although, I think he just didn't want to because I couldn't cover the fee which he doubled because of 'supply and demand.' We're in f***ing New York! The number of cabs is endless!"

I shook my head in sympathy, "What a connard." Alexander snorted and nodded his wad in agreement.

"Where are you heading? Maybe I can give you a ride?" I asked, gesturing to my car. Alexander smiled although it was tight.

"I need to go to Washington Heights Elementary. My son and Eliza are there."

I frowned, "But I thought you said Philippe was almost 17 now?"

Alex frowned but then realization crossed his face, "Oh no, he doesn't attend the school, and no, I haven't had any more kids since France, but Eliza works there. And the last text Philip sent me said he was going there."

"Ah, d'accord. Well, I think it's close to here. I can drive, and you'll give me directions, oui?"

"Oui, merci, Gilbert," Alexander said, voice filled with relief, as I led him back to my car.

I smiled as I slid into the driver seat before turning to Alexander beside me.

"No problem Alexandre, just lead the way."

(Eliza POV)

I looked at my phone in dismay, I had at least 4 missed calls from my parents, 2 missed calls from Alexander, 3 missed calls from Angelica, and another missed call from Peggy, along with half that amount of voicemails.

I frown as I listen to the first voicemail from Angelica.

"Hey Eliza, it's me, Angelica. I was just calling to see if you're okay. Peggy's with me, and we're both alright. Please call back this number as soon as you can."

She fell silent, and I'm about to listen to the next voicemail when she adds, "I love you," her voice was filled with emotion that I knew she was trying to hold back, then she hung up the call.

I was overwhelmed me with relief, happy that my family was okay, but I was still worried about Alexander. Thankfully, my parents live farther upstate, and that area wasn't hit, so they should be fine.

I started to listen to the last voicemail Alexander left, hoping for the best, but also preparing for the worst.

"Hi, Eliza, it's Alex. I found a friend with a car that agreed to drive us to a safer place. We're coming to your school, I think you said you were working late today. Tell me if Philip is okay, alright? And I'm fine so don't worry about me. Stay safe, bye."

I saved with relief. Thank god he's okay, and he's coming to get us! I need to tell Philip.

Just as I was about to go look for him, my son jogged up to me with a smile on his face.

The girl, Theodosia, was beside him.

"Hey, Mom! We managed to open the doors in the Cafeteria that lead outside! We can get out of here to safety!"

I smiled, standing up to hug him, careful of his arm. "That's great Philip! And I just listened to a voicemail from your dad." Philip pulled back to look at me. His face was shocked, but slowly his shock morphed into glee. "Really? What did he say?"

"He said he was coming to the school with a friend who could give us a ride. We can go to the hospital and have them take a look at your arm!"

I turned to Theodosia, "You can come with us if you want? I'm sure Alex's friend won't mind."

Theodosia's cheeks tinted red and looked from me to Philip to me again.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine, and I'm sure they'll need help around here with..." She said trying to refuse, her hands moving wildly, trying to convey her point.

"Nonsense! You're coming with us, sweetheart… but you should probably call and tell your parents."

Theodosia still looked unsure, but nodded, "Okay… Thank you, Mrs. Hamilton."

I smiled at her gently, "Just call me Eliza."

I could feel Philip's meaningful gaze on me and glance at him.

After raising him for so long, I knew exactly what he was trying to convey.

His face clearly said, "Mom, I swear to god, don't meddle with this. I really like her, and I don't want you interfering. Seriously, Mom, I know you know what I'm trying to convey so please, please don't."

I just smiled sweetly and winked before turning back to Theodosia.

And I knew he knew that meant, "There's no way I'm not meddling in this."

I put my arm around the young girl and led her out of the middle of the hallway. "Come on, let's go get your things. They should be here soon."

(Jefferson POV)

"Sir! Please be a little more polite to our guests..." the man that let us in said, starting off strongly but as he continued to talk his voice went down to a whisper.

"Guests? Sammy, what's going on here?"

The man that let us in, Sammy? I guess, blushed and rushed to explain. "S-sorry sir, it's just, these people were caught in the storm and need a place to stay the night. The roads are flooded, and they don't really have anywhere else to go."

The man's glare softened a little as he looked us over. I suppose our clothes were probably a mess, especially Angelica and Peggy.

Not to mention what my hair must look like. It'll take hours to fix it at this point.

He hummed and finally looked back to "Sammy." "Well… I suppose they can stay the night. But I want them out by morning."

Rude. He should be honored to be in my presence, women and men alike would give anything to get my autograph. I should know, I sold it for $250 on eBay, out of boredom once.

Just then, someone started knocking loudly at the doors.

The man in the bathrobe groaned, "Ugh, not more people. Just ignore it." He waved a hand in dismissal and began walking back the way he came.

"But what if it's a person that needs our help? They could be injured!" Peggy tried to reason with the man that only responded with a short, "Don't care."

"But they could be dying!" she pleaded with him.

The guy turned to look at her this time, but only shrugged, "Not my problem. You can't save everyone out there."

She glared at him, but before she could argue any further, the man that let us in spoke up.

"Sir, please. We have room and tons of medical supplies to spare." Sammy said softly.

The man looked at him for a few seconds, the two having a staring contest from across the room. Apparently, Sammy won, because the man in the robe sighed, but relented, "Alright, let them in. But I will not have my house turned into a storm shelter!"

Sammy smiled, "Thank you, sir," and then he opened the left door to a man standing outside.

His fist was raised in a position to knock again and his long black hair was falling out of a messy bun and plastered to his wet face, apparently, it had started to rain after they entered the mansion. The man had a short goatee and dark bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in days. He was wearing a brown blazer with a dark gray hoodie underneath, paired with some blue jeans, all of which were soaking wet and totally unfashionable.

He looked slightly familiar, and as I stared at him a while longer, I figured out why. He was the famous New York Times journalist that was notorious for using his job to criticize popular figures. Myself included.

The man seemed a little taken aback at the now opened door, but he quickly recovered and smiled gratefully at Sammy. "Thank you. I was getting drenched out there."

Sammy smiled in return, "You're welcome, would you like to come in?"

His smile brightened as his shoulders sagged in relief. "Yes, that'd be wonderful."

Sammy stepped aside and the man walked through the door, his attention immediately captured by the fancy decor. "Wow, you must be loaded," he said craning his neck to see the chandelier.

Sammy blushed slightly, he seems to do that often, "No, no, this isn't, I'm not—"

"This is my house."

The man looked down, a little surprised to see so many people in the foyer, his eyes quickly scanned over the many faces staring at him before they found the man in the robe who had spoken.

"Oh, uh, thank you then for allowing me to enter your home. I was just wondering if—"

"Yes, you can stay the night, but only for one night. Sammy will show all of you to your rooms."

And then the man finally disappeared behind a wall, probably going to take off his face mask.

It was awkwardly silent for a few seconds as everyone was sizing up the new arrival.

Angelica had an indiscernible look on her face as she gazed at him, Peggy was looking at him with a frown, Maria was avoiding eye contact, and Madison was staring at him with a thoughtful look on his face.

I just couldn't get over how a man who went to work surrounded by fashion column writers would dress so horribly.

"Wait a second… Alex?" Peggy asked hesitantly moving forward to get a better look at his face.

"Yeah, do I know you?" the man, Alex, frowned and examined her a bit more closely before his eyes widened in recognition and surprise. "Wait, Peggy? Is that you?"

Peggy smiled, "Yeah! I'm so glad you're alright!" she exclaimed before running forward to give him a hug which he returned with the same enthusiasm.

"Wait… Alex? Like, Alexander?" Angelica asked, looking at him in shock and slight confusion, which I believe the majority of the room could sympathize with.

Peggy broke the hug and when she looked back at her sister, her eyes were shining with unshed tears of what I assume was happiness.

"Yes! It's Alexander!"

Angelica stood there stunned for a moment, looking between the two.

Peggy looked a little confused at how her sister was reacting, "Ange?"

Angelica shook her head, probably in an attempt to regain her bearings, and walked forward slowly towards Alexander. "I— It's just, we haven't seen each other in forever."

"Well, that's true… excluding that morning I spilled coffee on you." the man said awkwardly.

Peggy gaped at her sister, eyes switching between her and this Alexander swiftly.

"What do you mean?" Peggy asked them in confusion.

"Well, after he divorced Eliza, we just sort of became distant," Angelica responded, trying to avoid her sister's eyes as well as this Alexander's.

Alexander frowned, "Yeah… We just haven't spoken in a while."

Peggy turned to gape at him, "Really? Why? We talk all the time Alex."

There was an awkward silence with the man, Alexander, and Angelica stood awkwardly beside each other as Peggy's confused gaze scrutinized them.

I decided to break the silence.

"Well… while this reunion has been touching, sort of, can someone please explain how you three are related?"

Before any of them could answer me, another knock was heard at the door, and a familiar French accent called out, "Hello? Alexandre? Will they let us stay?"

Everyone turned to see a tall man standing just outside the doorway, peeking his head through to stare at us.

Wait a second… Is that?

"Lafayette?"

"Lafayette!"

Two voices, one being mine and the other being Alexander, spoke at once.

I turned to look at Alexander and he looked back at me, both of us giving the other a confused look.

"Wait, you know him?" We spoke together once again.

"Jefferson?" my brother spoke regaining my attention.

Before I could respond, Alexander rounded on me, "Wait, you're Jefferson? As in Thomas Jefferson?! The actor?! " He sounded both unbelieving and a little repulsed.

I rolled my eyes, "No, I'm Thomas Jefferson the founding father. Yes, of course, I'm the actor! Don't you recognize me?" I added the last part with confusion, my face was pretty well known. Heck, I can't even walk down the street with being jumped by fangirls.

"Well, now I can see the resemblance. However, I don't remember your hair being such a mess," the man replied with a slight smirk.

How dare he!

"Excuse you—"

"Ahem."

We all turned to look at the man, Sammy, who blushed slightly at all the attention suddenly focused on him.

"How about we just introduce ourselves, hmm?" He said, looking around at us.

He smiled, "I'll start, My name is Samuel Seabury, but you can call me Samuel."

I stepped forward to speak next, "Well, I know I already said this, but saying it twice can't hurt. I'm Thomas Jefferson, yes the actor, and no, I won't give out any autographs."

I glance at Angelica, "Well, unless you ask nicely." I say with a smirk and wink.

She rolls her eyes almost in unison with her sister.

"Save it, Thomas." she says dismissively before introducing herself, "I'm Angelica Schuyler, and this is my sister Margarita."

"But if any of you call me that, I'll gut you," Peggy said cheerfully. "Just call me Peggy."

"And I'm James Madison, and I'm his manager," Jemmy says, nodding his head toward me.

I look at Maria, and the others follow my lead. She blushes a little and shifts nervously, her curly hair falling in front of her left eye. "Um, hi, I'm Maria Re–Lewis!" She says the last part quickly before her blush intensifies. "I'm Maria Lewis," she says again, more confidently this time.

I raise an eyebrow but dismiss it as her being shy.

"I'm Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton. You may have heard of me, I'm a pretty popular journalist for the Times." Alexander interjects, pulling attention away from Maria.

Well he sure is cocky, isn't he?

All eyes then turned to Lafayette who gave a nervous smile before introducing himself.

"Bonjour, je-m'appel Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette."

He said this with a smile that widened when he saw the looks of confusion on mostly everyone's faces.

I rolled my eyes, he always does this when introducing himself.

I was surprised to see Alexander do the same, smiling fondly. "Come on Laf, stop confusing them."

Lafayette smirks at him but relents, "Okay, fine. You can call me Lafayette." he said with a wink to Peggy, who blushed slightly but tried to cover it up with a roll of her eyes.

"Wait a second," Angelica spoke up, looking at Lafayette suspiciously.

"Aren't you running for Vice President?"

Lafayette smiled sheepishly, "Oui."

"Wait, but aren't you French?" asked Maria in confusion.

Before Lafayette can answer, I do so instead.

"He's half French, our mom was French. However, he was born in America. He just has the accent and often speaks French because he spent five years there after college and has been speaking a mix of English and French since."

Lafayette glared at me, "Thanks for giving out my life story Thomas."

I smiled cheekily, "No prob."

"Anyway, can we stay here? Cause the others were kinda tired of waiting." Lafayette said meaningfully, looking at Alexander.

"What others?" Angelica asked.

Lafayette opened his mouth to answer when the door opened slightly and a woman's voice was heard.

"Philip! Come back here! We don't know—"

Another voice, this one more like a teenage boy, cut her off. "It'll be fine Mom! I just want to see…"

The boy trailed off when he opened the door to see the foyer, now getting pretty full, occupied by quite a few adults who were now all staring at him.

"Philip! I told you to stay in the car—"

"Philip!" Angelica and Peggy surged forward, both crashing into the boy and almost tipping him over.

"Umph!" Philip managed to say before his face was covered in a curtain of two different types of curly hair.

"Thank god you're alright!"

"I tried calling you! Why didn't you answer?!"

"Where have you been?!"

"Is Eliza alright?"

He was met with an onslaught of questions from the two women as they pulled away from the hug.

"Wait, your arm! What happened?!" Angelica demanded, finally taking notice of the boy's makeshift cast around his arm.

The boy, Philip I suppose, chuckled, "Well, you see there was this tree—"

"Philip Hamilton! I told you not to go in there!" a woman spoke sternly as she pushed her way through the doors.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw Angelica and Peggy.

"Sis!"

"Eliza!"

The three rushed forward to embrace each other.

"I'm so glad you're both alright!" Eliza said tearfully, hugging both women tight.

"Uh, guys? Can we stay… oh."

There was another woman at the door, this one was younger, probably a teenager, and had her long black hair in dreadlocks tied up in a bun on the top of her head.

She stood in the doorway, observing the odd scene in front of her with a look of great confusion which I could completely relate to.

"Uh... am I interrupting something?" the girl asked hesitantly, stepping into the now very crowded foyer.

Seriously, how many more unexpected appearances are going to happen today?

"Ahem."

We all turned to look at Seabury once more.

"Well, now that all of you are here, why don't I show you all to the dining room? I'm sure you're hungry after all you've been through," he said giving a sweeping glance around the room.

"I could eat," Peggy said with a shrug as the rest of the room murmured their agreement.

Seabury smiled before clapping his hands together, "Wonderful! Follow me then."

So... that was a lot of rushed introductions. And there's still more to come! Honestly, I have no idea when my next update will be, but I plan to have something up before Thanksgiving. (Remember! Comments are appreciated! I usually write more if I feel people actually read this) Bye for now!

~PJOandHP4life