A/N: Okay, here is the long awaited sequel to Tomahawks and Briefcases! This is going to be a oneshot series of stuff that ties up loose ends and creates new situations for our favorite Assassins (and Templar).

So, I hope you all enjoy

-Silverwing

It was Friday, and it seemed like a normal night at the campus of the College of Saint Rose. The autumn wind blew through the trees, causing a certain tree branch to slap against a certain student's window.

Connor sighed and tapped his pencil against his Intro to Microbiology textbook. Coach Faulkner had given the baseball team a day off, so that meant no workouts. Desmond wasn't in the room either, so that took away another source of entertainment for Connor.

He tossed his pencil aside, wondering why he was stooping to homework to keep him busy on a Friday night.

Ellie must be getting to him.

Glancing at his phone, Connor decided that it wasn't too late to call his girlfriend. He swiped it up and tapped in her number, drumming his fingertips on his desk as he waited.

"Hey, what's up?" Ellie asked. Rustling noises sounded in the background.

Connor leaned back in his chair. "What are you doing?"

More rustling noises sounded out before she replied. "I was working on homework. Do you know how boring it is around here now that you all graduated?"

Connor grimaced. He could only imagine how boring it would be without his friends. "I don't wanna know."

"Too bad. Listening to my complaining is on your list of boyfriend duties," Ellie teased.

With a grin, Connor switched his phone to his other hand. "Oh no, not this duty again."

"Oh quiet, I know you could care less."

Connor opened his mouth to reply, but the door bursting open caused him to pause. Desmond always came in dramatically.

"Did Desmond just walk in?" Ellie chuckled.

"Dude, I have something we can do tonight. Tell Ellie goodbye!" Desmond crowed, punching Connor's arm playfully.

Connor furrowed his brow at him and shoved him away, focusing on Ellie again. "Desmond wants me to do something."

"So I heard."

"Should I?"

"I'm not your keeper."

"That's on your list of girlfriend duties though."

Ellie barked out a laugh. "Only cause your dad asked! Go have fun. Tell me about it in the morning."

Connor rolled his eyes and said goodbye, scowling up at his friend. He didn't get to talk to Ellie all the time, and it always irritated him when their calls were cut short.

"What is it?" he sighed, standing up. He suddenly felt curious. What did Desmond have planned?

"Come on, the seniors are inviting a bunch of people to their apartments tonight," he paused, "This could be our first chance to really party this semester! Come on!"

Connor remembered the last party he went to. It almost caused him to lose his best friend. "No. Not happening."

"Come on! The guys are expecting us! Anyway, they love you. I won't get to hang out for long if you're not there," Desmond pleaded.

With a sigh, Connor stood up. "Fine, but I'm not staying there all night and I'm not drinking."

Desmond beamed at him, tossing Connor the Mustang's keys. "That's alright with me, Double D."

He walked toward the door. "I'm gonna get fucked up tonight!" he crowed, pumping a fist in the air.

Connor almost rolled his eyes. This was one of the few downsides to living with Desmond. He liked to go out when he could, while Connor usually stayed in and did whatever he felt like doing. And, when Desmond did manage to drag Connor out, Connor was the Designated Driver.

The boys made their way to Connor's Mustang and they were on their way in no time. "So what makes you think the guys don't like you?" Connor asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

Desmond rubbed the back of his head. "Shit, I don't know. I feel like they see me as the annoying freshman."

Connor honestly didn't know what he was talking about. Most of the seniors that were infielders did nothing but talk about how much they liked Desmond.

Perhaps tonight could prove to Desmond that what he thought wasn't true.

The apartments two of the seniors, Jack and Andy, lived in were a few blocks off of campus and they were known partiers. This could either end up being a very good night or a very bad night; Connor didn't know.

When the door opened, Connor immediately felt uncomfortable. It was loud, messy, and crowded.

Connor regretted letting Desmond drag him here.

"Heeeeeey! It's the two star freshmen!" a loud, obnoxious voice crowed over everyone else.

Soon, the other baseball players were crowded around the duo, causing Connor to be even more uncomfortable.

"Dez, come try this new shit I found! You won't be able to piss straight after drinking it," Andy laughed, dragging Desmond toward the kitchen.

Jack, the other senior, rested his elbow on Connor's shoulder. The pitcher shook his head. "Poor kid, I hope he has good alcohol tolerance."

Connor arched a brow. "Why?"

"The shit Andy is talking about it Summer Brew…only with 100 proof vodka instead of the normal shit," Jack snickered.

Yup, tonight was going to be a long one if Desmond was going to try it.

Jack wasn't drinking, so Connor stuck around him the rest of the night. And surprisingly, Connor was enjoying himself. Soon, he found himself playing Super Smash Bros. on Jack's old GameCube.

"Pause it man. I gotta piss," Jack said, tossing his controller on the couch.

Connor paused the game and stared at the screen. He glanced at his phone and was shocked to see that it was 1 o' clock in the morning already.

"Hey."

Something soft suddenly touched Connor's arm and he glanced over to see the tall, brunette girl that sat next to him in Biology.

"Uh…hi…"

Crap, what was her name?

"I'm Myriam," she said, sitting down on the couch next to him, "you're Connor, right?"

She scooted closer, resting her arm on the back of the couch behind him. "Are you having fun?" she asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

Connor stared at the TV screen again, being reminded of when a pair of twinkling, green eyes would do that to him instead. He didn't like where this was going. Myriam was inching closer to him and he was running out of space on the couch. "Sure," he choked out, looking at anywhere but her.

He could feel her leaning against his arm now and he came to the conclusion that she had a little to drink. She usually was more focused and serious in class.

"You're pretty cute, Connor," she giggled, saying his name in a husky tone.

Shit.

"Myriam."

"Yeah?" she cooed.

"I'm not single," he said with a stern look.

Her big, brown eyes blinked in shock as she backed away a little. She quickly scooted to the other side of the couch. "I'm so sorry I didn't know I-"

Connor instantly felt bad. He always did when a girl looked like her feelings got hurt. "It's okay. You didn't know," he quickly said, hoping she could see it really wasn't a big deal.

Myriam pulled her hair over her shoulder, looking down at her lap. "Now I feel dumb," she laughed with no humor.

"Don't. It's okay."

Myriam gasped and looked at him. "Is she here? Crap, I hope I didn't cause anything-"

"No. It's cool," he said, becoming slightly irritated. It wasn't like he had a shirt saying 'Taken' on it or anything.

"Shit," she hissed, letting her head fall on the back of the couch with a 'thud'.

She suddenly looked at him. "I should have known. Guys like you are usually taken. Anyway," she held out her hand, tottering a little, "Truce? I don't want it to be awkward in class now."

Connor shook her hand. "Truce." Now, he hoped she would drop it.

"What's her name?"

Connor wondered where the hell Jack went. "Ellie."

"Do you have a picture?"

Deciding to keep her distracted, Connor pulled up a picture of him and Ellie on his phone that Ellie had forced him to take, handing it to her.

The picture was of them at the Imagine Dragons concert they went to last summer.

"Wow, she's cute. I didn't stand a chance," Myriam laughed, handing his phone back. She tottered a little and Connor helped her stay upright.

"You shouldn't put yourself down like that."

He hated it when Ellie said any part of her wasn't good enough, he didn't know why girls did that to themselves anyway.

"Myriam, are you okay?"

Jack had finally returned and he gently rested a hand on Myriam's shoulder. Connor suddenly saw the resemblance between the two. Jack had mentioned his little sister going here, but Connor never put two and two together.

Myriam waved him off. "I'm fine," she said, standing up. "See ya, Connor. You should bring Ellie here sometime."

Jack laughed. "Connor's girlfriend coming here? I still think those pictures are fake."

Connor frowned. No one believed him when he said he was already dating someone, and it was starting to irritate him. He couldn't wait until Ellie convinced Eliza and Peter to let her visit some weekend.

"Whatever, just let me kick your ass on here now," Connor growled, tossing the remote to his teammate.

"Jesus, take a joke man," Jack laughed, plopping down beside him.

Myriam walked away and Connor started to wonder if he should tell Ellie about what happened or not. Myriam wasn't the first girl that did that to him that night, but they refused to believe he was single.

The bad thing was that wasn't the worst thing that happened that night.

Haytham grumbled as he sorted through the stack of papers for his most recent case. His close friend, Charles, was sitting on the couch.

"What's the case this time?" Charles asked, steepling his fingers.

"They want me to prosecute a robber. It shouldn't be difficult." All of the evidence in the files was against the twat. Haytham knew he had this case as soon as he saw it.

Charles nodded and stood up, stepping over to the TV. He began to inspect the dual swords. "How's your boy doing?"

Haytham grinned, thinking about when Connor had called him. Connor was overreacting to some of the dues the college sprung on him and Haytham had to remind him that he didn't have to worry about it.

"Frugal and hardworking as ever," Haytham chuckled, tossing the papers down on the coffee table.

"I still can't believe I went a whole school year without knowing he was your kid. He looks like you in the face, now that I think about it," Charles mused.

"Well," Haytham smirked, "You don't want to hear what he and his friends had to say about you most of the time. Apparently, you're an arsehole."

And a slob, Haytham chuckled to himself. He honestly hated how Charles didn't use deodorant, and he wasn't afraid to tell him. But, Charles refused, stating that deodorant can cause cancer or something.

Charles shrugged. "Not the first time I've heard that. I just try to make them think a little."

Haytham rolled his eyes. "Kids? Thinking? Don't make me laugh, Charles."

Turning away from the swords, Charles looked down his nose toward his friend. "How have you been? Since the incident this summer, that is."

The now familiar, heavy weight settled on Haytham's shoulders as he thought about what happened in May. The very thing he had feared happening for almost two decades came to be. He remembered when Altair, one of the FBI agents involved, told him how Connor somehow managed to slip away from them and almost came to hand over the papers to the traffickers alone.

"I'm fine," Haytham said curtly, standing up and heading toward the kitchen.

"Oh please, the last time you said that was when you just came back from-"

Haytham held up and hand and glared at Charles over his shoulder. "I don't want to talk about it, Charles," he snapped.

He halted in the 'Weapon Room,' as Connor called it, when his phone started to ring. Tugging it out of his pocket, he arched a brow when he saw Connor's name.

"Sorry Charles, I have to play 'father' for a second."

"Go ahead," he said, walking past Haytham toward the kitchen.

Haytham cringed at the trail of body odor he left behind and quickly pressed the 'answer' button. "Hello?"

"I'm in deep shit."

Haytham frowned. That was not the first thing he wanted to hear when his son called. "How so?"

"Well, some girls started to flirt with me last night and none of them believed me when I told them I wasn't single and when I told Desmond and some of the other guys they told me that I was in deep shit. What should I do?"

Connor said the statement so quickly that Haytham almost didn't catch it.

It took all of Haytham's willpower to not laugh. "And…why is this a big deal again?"

"What if Ellie finds out? She'll kill me!"

"So what? It's not like you talked to them first." Oh college, how Haytham didn't miss those days whatsoever.

"But-"

"Be a man, grow some bollocks, and then tell your girlfriend the truth if she finds out. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go if that's your biggest problem-"

"That's actually not my biggest problem."

Haytham was actually worried now. "What happened?"

"Well…Desmond and the guys were-you know-partying and…well."

"Just spit it out!"

"My windshield is broken."

Haytham sighed. "How in the bloody hell did that happen?"

"Some of the guys decided they wanted to play catch and my car was caught in the crossfire," Connor meekly explained.

"Did you have anything to do with it?"

"No! I was the DD."

Haytham grinned. He honestly was glad his son didn't drink. Haytham couldn't remember half the shit he did when he was drunk, and all he knew was that none of it was good.

"It's alright. Just take it to the nearest shop and get it fixed. The refund money you got from the school should cover it."

"You're not mad?"

"What were you expecting? A lecture? You were being responsible and they weren't. If anything, get new friends."

Haytham paused and smirked. "And God forbid your girlfriend finds out some chits hit on you."

"I never should have told you."

"Why did you?"

Connor paused and sighed. "Well, I didn't want Desmond's advice. And you know more about that crap than I do."

Haytham's heart sunk a little. The sinking feeling was slowly replaced by a warm feeling when he realized what his son just admitted. "You're welcome. Now go get that damn windshield fixed."

"Yes, sir," Connor said sarcastically, hanging up.

Haytham chuckled before putting his phone back in his pocket. He walked into the kitchen to see Charles giving him a knowing smirk.

"A broken windshield?"

"Yes. Drunk boys are something you don't want around cars."

"Was Connor-"

"No, he said he was the designated driver. He wouldn't have been able to talk to me just now if he did drink."

Charles hummed in thought before letting out a laugh. "Remember when we broke that window in Austin Hall?"

Haytham blinked in shock. "You remember that night? I don't."

"You were the one that threw the rock at the damn window!"

And that was why Haytham didn't miss college.

"So, are you hanging out with Connor for Halloween?" Claudia asked.

Ellie sighed, looking through her clothes. She finally convinced Eliza and Peter to let her visit Connor over the weekend, and it happened to be Halloween weekend. One of the boys' new friends was willing to let her stay in her dorm room, which was the only reason why her foster parents even considered the option.

"Yeah, but I don't want to wear my Fiona costume to a college get-together."

"Do a couple thing with Connor. I'm sure you could bully him into something," Claudia laughed over the phone.

Tucking her phone between her shoulder and ear, Ellie pulled at her various costumes from the past. She honestly didn't know why she kept them.

"Yeah, but I don't want to make him uncomfortable. He gets nervous in large crowds. I don't know how Desmond convinces him to go out."

"Look, he honestly must want to go if you guys planned that. Just calm down and think about the positives. At least you get to see your boyfriend and you can get away from Saratoga for a weekend," Claudia paused and snickered, "Besides, you'll get to experience your first college party. They're really not all they're made out to be, just warning you."

Ellie rolled her eyes. Connor told her as much. He hated them. A flash of red appeared in the corner of her eye and she shoved her clothes aside. She arched a brow at the knee length, deep red dress. Eliza had bought it for her for church and Ellie had refused to wear it, stating that it was too nice for normal Sundays. The skirt had a couple under layers, making the skirt flow out.

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Ellie's head.

"Claudia?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember that red dress Eliza bought me a year ago that I refused to wear?"

"What about it?"

"I just thought of a costume idea with Connor."

"Oooooh, do tell."

"Ever heard of the Big Bad Wolf?"

Connor twiddled his thumbs throughout the last minutes of his English class. It was Friday and Ellie was supposed to be there in an hour.

The teacher, a plump, middle aged man wearing a sweater vest, finally looked at the clock and said, "Alright, remember to do your reading for Monday. Have a good weekend."

Connor stuffed his spiral and book into his bag and basically powerwalked out of the classroom. He hurried across campus. Luckily, the team workout was this morning, so all Connor had to do was meet Ellie at his dorm now.

"Connor!"

Connor halted in his tracks, frowning. His frown disappeared when he saw Myriam quickly walking toward him.

Surprisingly, Myriam had quickly become his friend after the weekend his windshield was broken. She never mentioned flirting with him and they were a power team on Microbiology assignments.

"Hey! Text me when you're girlfriend gets here and I'll help her get settled in, kay?" she said, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

"I will."

They began to walk back to the Co-Ed dorms together. "How was the workout this morning?" she asked, glancing up at him.

Myriam was basically the baseball team's little sister now because of Jack, so she knew everything about their schedule.

With an eye roll, Connor shrugged. "The usual. Coach yelled at us and we lifted."

Connor didn't want to admit felt distracted during the whole workout. For once, he didn't care about how much he lifted or how fast he did box jumps. He just wanted to get out and have the day be over.

He realized just how much he missed seeing Ellie for the past week as well. Talking to her on the phone or Skyping was one thing, but actually seeing her was a whole different ballpark.

"Are you excited?" Myriam asked, bringing him back to the present.

Connor didn't even try to hold back his grin. "Yeah, I've really missed her."

Myriam smiled and punched his arm. "Well, get going. I'll be waiting in my room until whenever."

They parted ways and Connor opened to door to see Desmond laying on his bed, tossing a baseball in the air.

"Hey man, what are you and Ellie gonna do tonight? I don't want to be around if you are going to-"

"Funny Des," Connor growled, tossing his book bag – that happened to have three textbooks in it – on Desmond's stomach.

"Oof! Jesus! Take a joke," Desmond laughed, shoving the book bag off of him.

Connor opened his mouth to retort, but his phone vibrating stopped him. He quickly tugged it out and grinned when he saw the name on the message bar.

He pointed at Desmond. "Behave."

Desmond's colorful retort followed Connor into the hallway.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Connor scanned the road and the parking lot. He smiled when he saw Ellie's bright red bug parked next to his Mustang. The door opened and Connor's heart started to race as Ellie stepped out, waving at him.

He started to run toward the cars, not caring who saw him.

Ellie met him halfway, jumping up and wrapping her arms around his neck as he wrapped his own around her waist.

Their gazes met and before he could say anything, she kissed him.

God, he missed her.