Ryuugazaki: Just a short little thing I felt like writing after thinking about Ellen and Connor as a couple. It has no point whatsoever, and it probably sucks.
But Do You Believe Them?
(Wednesday, 14 September 1781 – 18:13hrs, Davenport Homestead, British America)
Connor sat in a tree above the manor on the homestead. It was one of the few times he was able to get a breather. With all of the stress he's under, he was grateful for any moment he could get. "Mr Connor!" The Assassin heard. It's Ellen's daughter, Maria, calling for him. "Mr Connor!" He looked down from his perch, and saw the adolescent white girl looking up at him. "Mr Connor!" she squealed.
"Stay there, Maria, I'll be down."
"No, no, I'll come up!" Connor jumped down from the tree, and he looked at Maria try to climb up. He caught her as she fell from the first branch she reached from. "Thank you, Mr Connor!"
"What is it, Maria? Does your mother need my help?"
"No, I wanted to come say hello." The Assassin looked at the child as she smiled. "I also wanted to come see Grandfather Achilles." The young girl had taken to calling the Old Man her grandfather. The Assassin was unsure of why she would do that, but the Old Man didn't mind being called grandfather. Perhaps it was because the Old Man had lost his son when he was so young, that when he took in Connor he was trying to compensate, and when Connor brought Ellen and Maria to the Homestead, he feels that Connor, in a sense, adopted Maria. It was clear to everyone – especially Ellen and Achilles – that Maria latched onto Connor and viewed him as a father figure to her since her own father was a drunken lout.
"Of course, Maria." They walked side by side to the main entrance, opened the door, and walked to the Old Man's room. He was on his side, looking at the brown, wooden walls.
"Hello Grandfather." Achilles looked at Maria. He smiled when she was beaming at him with her blue eyes and brown hair. "Are you feeling better today?" The Old Man struggled to sit up, and Connor assisted him with this feat. Connor grabbed two chairs from the desk – one for him, and one for Maria.
"I feel much better when you come visit me." He patted her head. Diana came in, and gave Achilles his dinner. It was soup. Again. The Old Man muttered under his breath about the woman's remedies, but it wasn't the first time he's complained and it won't be the last.
"I'm glad my visits make you feel better, Grandfather." She smiled. "Are you alright, Mr Connor?" The Old Man looked at the young man he's trained and practically raised.
"I am fine, Maria." He kept his eyes to the ground, and his hands within each other.
"Maria, could you leave the room for a moment?" She bounced up and left the room to see Diana. "What's troubling you, boy?" The Old Man exhaled as he put a spoonful of soup in his mouth.
"My father –"
"Don't tell me you're having second thoughts about his assassination."
"I was thinking that with Lee gone, my father might –"
The Old Man cut him off by saying: "Listen to me. You have not come this far to throw it all away over misplaced sentiment. Both men must die." Connor sat there in silence. "They both do, boy."
"I know."
"You speak the words, but do you believe them?" The Assassin sat there in silence, pondering the words of the Old Man on the Hill.