Hello there!

Hannah and Connor are back! Yeah! Since most of the reviews on the previous story (and on Hannah and Connor's tumblr) were asking for a third story, here it is!

Hopefully this will be fun and nice to read, and I really hope you guys like this story.

Attention:

You should NOT read this story if you haven't read the previous ones: 'The Transfer of Hannah' and 'Reencounter'.

If you want to check out the tumblr I created for this story, it is 'askhannahandconnor'

Here it goes:

Can we be Together?

Chapter 1

And then I woke up

…

Even before I opened my eyes I regretted what I had done. My head was hurting like hell and I was scared. I almost didn't want to wake up.

But I did.

The first thing I saw were two huge black eyes staring at me from above. I closed mine again because of the headache, not taking long to open them again and seeing the same thing.

"Skennenko:wa ken?", a voice spoke in a language I didn't understand and I sat up quickly.

"What the hell?", I asked out loud.

It was a girl: she looked about my age and appeared to be Native American, like Connor. She had tanned skin and really long dark hair, which was tied up in two braids. Her eyes were black as coals and, I must say, she was very beautiful. I noticed she had been taking care of me. I was lying on the grass, apparently in the middle of a forest and she was sitting by my side, smiling at me.

"Ah… English.", she said, smiling. "I see."

I looked around, to see lots of trees and then back at her. For some reason she reminded me of Pocahontas.

"What?", I sort of whispered, confused. Had I appeared in the wrong place?

"What is your name?", she asked, slowly, like I didn't understand English.

"Hannah."

"I am Arisawe.", she said.

"Oh… Alright.", I sighted, "Where am I?".

"The Frontier. Are you Tiohrhen:sa?", she asked.

"What?"

"Are you… British?"

"No, I'm from… Boston."

"Oh…", she started getting up. "Come. Can you walk?"

"Yeah.", I said.

All I could see around were trees, just like the last time. Everything was very green and full of life, but I couldn't orientate myself in the middle of so many trees. I slowly approached a tree when I saw something red in it. As I got closer, I realized it was a piece of red fabric. 'My shirt…', I thought as I remembered I had torn my shirt in a tree the last time. I had appeared in exactly the same place as before.

"We are Mohawk tribe.", Arisawe started, "Our village… not far.", she said, struggling with the English language.

"I see.", I said, looking around.

"Shall I take you there? You lost?", she asked. I needed to find Connor.

"I don't know… It's a long story…", I said, stopping when I couldn't pronounce her name.

"Arisawe.", she said, smiling.

"Arisawe… Listen, thank you for helping me.", I said.

"No problem. You alright?"

"Yes."

"I found you in the grass. You unconscious."

"Thank you so much for helping me."

"Follow."

Arisawe lead me to her village. I was expecting it to be like the village Connor had taken me to, with brick houses and a river. But this village was very different: there were lots of huts, some of them really big, and wood for fire, all of it surrounded by a tall sort of fence. It was the typical Native American village. Arisawe took me to a huge empty hut, giving me food and clothes like hers, and hiding me from her people. She said they could be aggressive to me because I wasn't a Native.

"So, explain… Why you here?", she asked.

"I'm looking for a man."

She laughed, "Aren't we all?"

"This is a specific one.", I said, smiling, "He's actually a native, like you."

"Really? What is his name? Perhaps I know man.", she said.

"Rah-doon… Something, but everyone calls him Connor. Connor Kenway.", I said and she frowned.

"Sorry."

"It's alright. I'll find him."

"Why you look for man?", she asked. I smiled like a two year old and she smiled too. "You are in love with man…"

"Yes.", I answered, looking down, embarrassed, "After we fell in love, there was an accident and he thought I was dead. But we met again and wanted to stay together. However, he was recently taken away. Now we are looking for each other.", I explained and she did the 'awn' face.

"That is cute. Man must be important.", she said.

"You have no idea."

"Describe him.", she said, lying on the ground, with her stomach down, putting her hands under her face. I did the same, lying in front of her.

"Well, he is about twenty years old, he has really big muscles, black hair about this big", I pointed in my neck to describe the size of Connor's hair, "…really tall and he is the sweetest guy I've ever met."

…

We were talking for about a half an hour, when someone ran inside the hut. Arisawe quickly got up and stood between me and the person, like she didn't want him/her to see me.

"Hey Arisawe.", a girl's voice said as I got up. I had the impression I knew that voice. "Who's that?"

Arisawe sighted, nervous.

"Don't tell, please.", she begged the girl.

I took a look from behind Arisawe's shoulder. The girl had blond hair, greened brown eyes, pale skin… 'No way..'

"Who did you bring?", the girl sighted.

Arisawe slowly stepped away as the girl approached, allowing me to look directly at her.

"Tara?", I asked.

"Ha…Hannah?", she asked too, looking more confuse than ever.

"No way…", I said and she kept the serious look.

"But you… Died.", she said and I didn't even know what to say.

"It was a mistake… I wasn't dead.", I said and she gasped.

"Oh my Lord…", she said and we hugged. I'd missed her! I'd missed all of them. "It is not possible! You're alive? Are you well?"

"Yes… I'm fine."

"Everybody thinks you are dead, Hannah. Why didn't you follow us?"

Think, think… "A redcoat took me."

"Oh my… Were you hurt by him?", Tara asked, getting the serious look again.

"No, he… Treated me and then let me go.", I said. Why do I always make the strangest stories up? "The treatment ended a few days ago. I've been looking for you guys ever since."

"Well, you found us. Our place was burned, but we are now in this Mohawk village. They took us.", she said and then gasped. She had the most surprised look in her eyes, not even trying to disguise it. "Oh my… You must tell Connor you are alive… He has been going mad since he had to leave you behind. He will be so happy."

Yeah…

"Yes, I must see him. Is he with you here?", I asked.

"He left two weeks ago. I do not know when he returns. He doesn't live with us, just visits.", she answered.

"What about Lola? And Sophia? And Natalie? I remember seeing her get stabbed."

Tara looked down. "Natalie did not make it that night. Sophia got lost as she tried to run away from the redcoats. Connor found her a few days later on the woods…", she sighted, looking sad, obviously holding a tear.

A chill came up my spine "Oh…"

"Wolves… Lola is well."

"I'm sorry…"

…

We were talking for hours: they told me all about what their life had been like. Tara moved to the Mohawk village with that night's survivors, with Connor leading them. Apparently it was Connor's birth village, which he told me to be burned down. Had he lied? Or maybe the village had been restored? None of that mattered, I needed to find him. Eventually Tara left, but came back minutes later.

"Hannah?", A voice calls behind me when I'm sitting with Arisawe. I turned around and recognized the woman right away.

"Lola!", I yelled and ran to her.

"Tara told me what happened. I cannot believe it, Hannah! You poor thing, we all thought you were dead.", she started. "You know who will be pleased? Ratohnhaké:ton. He became crazy when we had to leave you behind.", she continued and I remembered how much she liked to talk. "When he came back for you, after fighting and saw you were 'dead'…", she paused with a sad sight, "I kept saying I had done everything I could, but he yelled at me. He held you there for God knows how long, trying to wake you. Then he just left and refused to speak to me."

"What?", he didn't tell me that.

"He doesn't talk to me straight since that night.", she said.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. The important thing is you're well. When he sees you, he will be so happy…"

…

Of course I barely slept that night… Thinking about when I would see Connor, about my family, about Desmond… About this whole thing. Had I made a mistake?