PJO Fusion
Alexander stared blankly at the door where his stepfather has left.
Alexander Harrison was a reincarnation; he's known that since he was born. He's had hints of memories of another lifetime, and they all join together.
This was the last push he needed to connect everything together and remember.
His name is Alexander Hamilton, and he's going to change the world one last time.
Alexander walked down the halls of his school, blankly reading a book he's read before.
He's nine years old and in middle school. He walks to his classes, posture straight even with textbooks weighing him down.
As the youngest in the school, the teachers adore him. Added with his smarts, he's practically the favorite. That's one of the few reasons as to why no one bullies him.
He smiles at he teachers, eyes bright. His favorite teacher, though, is Mr. Warringson. He's the history teacher and mostly focuses on Greek Mythology and the Revolution- two things he loves. He reminds Alexander of Washington.
"General, sir!" He said loudly one day when he turns around. George was standing there, surveying him. He blushes in embarresment. "Uh- sorry."
He smiles, nearly bitter, and speaks forced words. Like how George would when Alex approaches a sore subject. "It's fine, Alexander. Go back to work."
And for a moment he can imagine that they are in a tent, late at night with a candle burning low. General Washington looking over a letter Alexander has written, and thus surprising him. He says something along the lines of "sir!" and "sorry," then Washington would smile and tell him it's fine and to go back to work or sleep (it's often the former).
Alex internally shakes his head at the thought and turned back to his essay (that was well beyond the minimum limit) and continued writing.
He thought he heard George say "good lord, what if this boy had a laptop?" as he walked away.
Alex entered the orphanage. His mother died of cancer a week after his stepfather left. He stared at the paintings adorning he walls. How funny, he resides in Eliza's orphanage. He smiled bierly, turning down the hall to his room.
He walked the schoolhalls and stopped when he heard thunder. Of fucking course there's a thunder storm, he thought. He looked out the window- wind whips the pane as rain pattered the glass. Thunder resounded in the halls. Hamilton frowned, looking down. He walked quicker, entering the history roomed. Half the class was there when he sat down, taking out a book. He flipped to a random page, and started reading.
Anything to drown out the storm. It was the last day of school.
It landed on Zeus; he checked the book title. Yep, Greek Mythology. He huffed and read the book.
The storm suddenly stopped as Alex started to shake with tears. It eased and ended.
"Alexander, meet me after class." The words reminded him of when he got in trouble at camp. He meekly nodded his head.
"I'm a demigod- you're a demigod?!" Alex whisper-shouted in shock. "That doesn't make sense! How could-"
"Alexander. Here, and don't mention it."
"This is it..." he looked down at the card. Camp Half-Blood. He entered and was immediately claimed by Zeus and, though fainter, Eris. "Huh."