Technically prosthetics were invented in the 1600s but for my convenience they haven't been invented yet. Also everyone has their historical appearance, but I can't find what Philip looked like so I'm just making him look like Anthony. And I'm making the English pretty much the same.

Ayannah's POV

Falling. Screaming. It's strange, one moment you're procrastinating homework, the next you're falling into the past. Or at lest you think you are. I'm not really sure what's happening or what happened but right now all I'm doing is falling and screaming.

I land on the ground so hard I thought my leg would fall off, which, you know it can. I quickly stand up, ignoring the fact that all my breath has been sucked away. I don't have my inhaler so I can't really do anything about it. I glance down at my metal leg and wonder how much attention it would draw. Unfortunately for me, I'm wearing shorts so the prosthetic is quite noticeable. Although I'm not sure what time period this is so it might not draw too much attention.

Wait. "THERES NO CORONA!!!!" I scream. I jump up and down excitedly, adrenaline overcoming my breathlessness. "There's not murder hornets! No quarantine! No toilet paper shortage! And I'm literally living through my favorite subject!"

A lady who was standing outside her house gave me a glare. I looked at her dress to see if it could help me determine when I am. Puffier skirt but still not too big... early 1800s?

I started walking towards her. "Excuse me, ma'am?" The lady didn't answer, she just quickly got into her house and slammed the door.

If I'm going to get any help, I'm going to need to not look like this. I'm wearing jean shorts, with a bright purple hoodie, I have a metal leg, and I'm holding my phone with my earbuds. I'm easily going to be seen as insane.

I sigh and walk towards what I assume is town. I need to at least get a dress, and maybe someone who can confirm the time period. I grab the extra hair tie off my wrist and pull my hair into a low ponytail while walking.

I collide with something and fall backwards, my body hitting the ground hard. "Oh my god, I'm sorry" Comes a male voice.

"It's alright" I say, standing up. I look at him, he looks oddly familiar. He's a few inches taller than me and looks about a year or two older than me.

"I'm Philip" he says, bringing my hand to his lips.

The feminist side if me really wanted to kick his ass for that, but then I remembered that it's probably normal right now to do that. I stared at his a second longer. I gasp and get giddy. "You're Philip Hamilton!" I exclaim.

He smiled slightly. "Yeah, how'd you know that? I've never seen you around before"

I bit my check. I shouldn't've let my history nerd show. "Um, you look a lot like your father"

Philip shrugs. "I get that a lot. People say I'm a perfect mix of my parents"

I shivered as a breeze came through. It must've been a different time of year then at home because it was way colder than summer, and I'm pretty sure it's not just because of global warming. "What's today's date?" I asked.

"February 15th, 1798" Philip answers. So the Reynolds Pamphlet has already been published. "But if you don't mind me asking, what are you wearing? And what is on your leg?"

How do I respond to that? "This is my leg" I blurt out.

Philip stares at me confused. "What?"

"Like I don't have a leg" I unhook my prosthetic and show my nub of a leg.

Philip gasps. "That's incredible! What is your fake leg made out of"

"The souls of my enemies" I chuckle.

"What?"

"Oh nothing." Dang it Aya you can't talk like that. "It's made mostly of metal"

"Amazing" He says in awe while still looking at my leg. I slide my prosthetic back on and Philip looks at my face again. "Your face looks a little torn up, do you want to come to my house so my mother can look at it?"

I hadn't even realized that I got torn up from the fall. I put my hand on my cheek. Apparently it was bleeding. "That'd be nice, thank you"

"Follow me" Philip smiled. We walked down the empty street in a silence for a while. My head was spinning, a million questions popping up but I'm not sure if it's the right time to ask. "By the way, I never got your name" Philip says.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Ayannah, but my friends call me Aya"

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We got to the Hamilton residence and I was beyond excited. I mean, who wouldn't be insanely excited to meet Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton?

Philip knocked on the door and Eliza opened it. I internally fangirled but didn't show it. "Welcome back Pip, cab you take Holly for me? She won't stop crying and she needs to sleep. I know how much she likes you" Philip nodded and Eliza handed him a baby girl that couldn't have even been a year old. Eliza looked right at me and grinned. "Philip who's this?"

I was quick to introduce myself before Philip could do it for me. "I'm Ayannah, but everyone calls me Aya" I stuck my hand out so she could shake it but quickly remembered I was in a different time and shoved my hands into my pockets.

"I'm Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton, but you can call me Eliza"