°~Flashback~°

(Third Person POV)

"C'mon, it's not that bad!" Y/N sighed. "Just a bit of wind and rain!"
"Yeah, but it might kill us!!" Emily screeched in paranoia, hiding beneath the bedsheets.
"We're in the house, we're safe!"
"Nu-uh! Not if the roof falls!"

Y/N chuckled, finally taking the slightest bit of pity and closing the curtains. The child was still crouched into her mattress, her blonde hair obscuring the pillow. "Won't you come out?" Y/N questioned. "I closed the curtains." Thunder rumbled, shaking the earth to a crisp. Emily pulled the quilt further over her head.

Y/N huffed, fiddling with the sleeves of her pyjamas. She hated to see her sister like this, but she couldn't help but tease her. They were sisters, afterall. But this time, she took sympathy, sitting on the edge of the bed. Y/N placed her small hand onto the pillow.

"If we were in trouble, mum would come and get us." Y/N reminded Emily.
"Mum's asleep!" Emily whimpered.
"You know that whenever we're in trouble, she'll do whatever she can to help us. But you know thunderstorms? They're like the mistakes you make."

Emily peeked out from under the quilt, staring at Y/N. "Whenever you make a mistake, you have to learn from that mistake. Understand what you did wrong. And thunderstorms are like the mistakes that try to bring us down. But you can't let it. You have to stand up to it, face your fears."

Y/N ruffled Emily's hair. "So whenever you face something scary like this, just remember that you can't let it weigh you down. Because you're strong. And I know for a fact you are." Emily smiled, staring back at the curtain.

Y/N rolled her eyes, pushing Emily over- her head fell back into the pillow. "Now shut up and go to sleep before mum catches us." Y/N trailed over to her bed beside her sister's, snuggling into the mattress.

"Y/N?" Emily asked.
"Yeah?"
"...I love you."

"...I love you too."

°~End Flashback~°

(Emily POV)

Y/N hadn't written back in 3 weeks. Perhaps she was busy with... war stuff... I hope. Or maybe she's coming home. That'd be cool. But I can't think negative. No. She will come back. I just know it.

I tried settling my boredom by reading. But honestly, these 18th Century books just made me... boreder. There was nothing to them! Alexander even tried persuaded me to start reading Shakespeare, but honestly? I had enough of that back at school when I was a kid.

Therefore I've just turned out to be lazy. Having no one to talk to was rough. Sure, there's Charles, but we've never really bonded. Not like him and Y/N did. And, obviously, Valentino, but she's always finding a way to wind her brother up.

So you could say I missed Y/N. A lot. Who knows what she's doing out there, hopefully kicking revolutionary ass. But the night was closing in, and thunder roared across New York City. It was... somewhat comforting. I wished the world my final goodbye for the day, closing the curtains without a care.

°~Time Skip~°

I'd decided to take a stroll through the city, for there was nothing else for me to do. I held an umbrella above my head as shade from the sun, as Mrs Taylor had implored. Charles was working alongside Hugh, so I guess I could pay them a visit if I so dearly wanted to.

"Hey there, Miss." A man leaned against a lamppost, eyeing me up curiously.
I wanted so much to just roll my eyes and walk away, but I urged myself to be polite. "Good morning."
"What's such a fine young lady such as yourself up to today?"
"Nothing much, just... wandering around town."

"Oh? And do you have anyone accompanying you?" he questioned, leaning in closer.
"No... But I jus--"
"Y'know it's dangerous out here, Miss. You might need some company..." He tried to snake his hands around my waists, but I restrained them and pulled myself away.

"No, really, I- I'm fine!" I implored.
"Are you sure? That delicate body of yours may require some protecting..."
"No! I'm fine!!" I pushed him away frantically, but instead only made myself fall backwards. I collapsed into a puddle of muddied water, ruining my dress entirely.
"Psh, whore." The man strolled off, leaving me on the street.

"Oh, dear, are you alright?!" A lady in a beautiful green dress scurried up to me, taking my hand. She pulled me back up to my feet with great force.
"Yeah... I'm fine..." I sighed, wiping down my dress.
"Who was that awful man?!" she asked with concern.
"I... I don't know..."

"Oh, I'll get him for you, dear, don't you worry about it. But let's get you cleaned up for now." I couldn't even comprehend what had just happened, so I took the woman's advice as she led me to Mulligan & Son. Great. Now Charles was about to see what a mess I was.

The doorbell rang as we entered, and the lady had her arm hooked around mine. "Ah, Miss Schuyler! Wh-" Hugh glanced at me, shivering bitterly. "Oh my, Miss Hamilton!!" He hurried over, taking my other arm and leading me into the back room.

I sat down upon a chair, goosebumps all across my body from the encounter. "What happened here?!" Hugh asked the apparent 'Miss Schuyler'.
"Some terrible man thought it was appropriate to approach her in a rather unacceptable manner. And, trying to escape from him, she fell." she explained.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, Miss..." Hugh sighed sympathetically. I stared only at the ground, feeling only shame and humiliation. "I'll fetch you a new dress. Please wait here." Hugh exited the room, leaving me alone with Miss Schuyler.

She took my hands into hers carefully, rubbing her thumb over them slowly. "Would you like to tell me your name, Miss?" she asked. Just the purity in her voice was enough to win me over completely. I gazed into her hazel eyes, feeling calmness fill me.

"Emily. Hamilton."

"My name is Elizabeth Schuyler. You can call me Eliza."