A/N: Written for February's meet cute marathon. Other prompts and challenges are listed at the bottom.

Word Count: 611

rest in peace

"Your equation isn't right! It isn't even wrong! It's just ridiculous and stupid!"

Harry bared his teeth, tempted to knife the guy just so he would shut up. They'd been paired together for a mission, something that he hated. He was sure it was because Mentor Dumbledore didn't trust him or wanted him to gain more experience working with other Assassins but Harry didn't care about that.

He worked better alone, he always had. He was like Ron Weasley, who'd been raised by the Assassins all his life and could trace his family history back for generations, back even to when the Assassins had first been involved with the British Isles.

No, Harry had been rescued by the Assassin's and eventually drafted in because he'd been good at it. He enjoyed his work; killing Templars was only part of it but building up communities, helping people who needed it.

Apparently, his track record of being reckless and impulsive however had meant that for this mission, he needed a babysitter.

He settled for rolling his eyes and running a hand through his hair. Ron froze and Harry leaned back where he was sat, feeling distinctly unnerved and automatically planning which exit he'd use.

"Oh bloody fucking hell…" Ron breathed.

"What? What insult can you possibly throw at me now? Just because you prefer to do things more traditionally or the way your family does, doesn't mean that my way is inherently wrong. Okay? I've done more missions and assignments all over the world than you can probably imagine. I earned my Assassin's robes and me -"

"You're my soulmate."

Harry faltered, the words he was about to say dying in his mouth. Slowly, Ron lifted his shirt up to display the lightning bolt that was on Harry's forehead, normally concealed by his hair or hood. Staring at it, Harry swallowed and then swore to himself.

"Well… maybe us working together on this mission isn't so bad after all," Ron said weakly. "We get to kill a Templar connected with the Grand Master and along the way… get to know each other?"

Harry was still struggling for words.

"I… I don't understand. I'm not supposed to have a soulmate. I'm not supposed to burden someone like that."

He saw a flash of emotions in Ron's eyes.

"Hey now, mate. We're both in this life. Anything you can do, I can probably do better, except for stealth stuff because you're a quiet and fast motherfucker, I know that. But nothing you can say is going to scare me away, that's what I was trying to say before. We're in this together, in this mission at least and we'll just go from there, okay?"

Harry nodded, feeling dazed. Even with eagle vision, their marks still glowed, direct replicas of each other. It made no sense and yet soulmates appeared every so often in lore. It was thought to be connected to the First Civilisation, similar to how Sage's existed but really, no one understood.

"Okay. We're in this together. So let's start again and talk this mission through."

Ron nodded and sat by Harry. When he placed his hand over Harry's halfway through their discussion on infiltration and disguises needed, Harry didn't flinch away. He always flinched at contact normally, so for a moment, he let himself consider the possibility that he just might have found someone who was going to accept him for who he was.

Nothing you can say is going to scare me away.

The words played over in his mind and Harry found himself hoping Ron was telling the truth. He so wanted that to be the truth. He wanted peace.

A/N: Prompts and Challenges:

- Jenny's Jovial Quotations: "Your equation isn't right. It isn't even wrong." - Wolfgang Paul