This takes place a year or so before Connor and Haytham's first team up. Basically, several moments in Terry and Diana's teenage daughter's life. I actually have no idea where this is going to go, other than the fact she kind of becomes Connor's side kick on several of his missions.

The first time Connor heard of her, was from her mother, Diana. He had just dropped by Terry and Diana's home, because he knew that Terry and Godfrey were going to be gone for several days logging a bit farther than usual. They had even borrowed two horses from Achilles, something they had never had to do before. Connor suspected it was because winter was just around the corner, and they wanted to make sure they had enough to last. So Connor just wanted to check on their families, make sure that they would be fine, see if they needed anything.

He had greeted the young boys as they played near the house with small wave, and proceeded to gently knock on the front door, then slowly open to see Diana, bustling over a pot. "Yes? Oh, Connor. Did ya need somethin?"

He shook his head, "I simply wanted to see if your in need of anything, with your husband being gone."

She laughed, "No, Ah'm quite fine."

"Terry has left you with plenty of food?" Connor assumed.

She shook her head, "Actually no, just enough fer dinner tonight. That's why Ah made sure to tell Ranulf to grab somethin fer breakfast."

He paused then, trying to remember ever hearing of Ranulf before. "Ranulf?"

Diana nodded, "Yes, Ranulf. She'll probably bring back something small, so she has an excuse to hunt again for dinner and supper tomorrow." (A/N: I don't know if it was back then, but I do know during the Old West times, in certain areas, they called lunch dinner, and dinner supper. So I'm just assuming that they did in colonial times too.)

"Diana, who is Ranulf?"

She stopped what she was doing completely then, "What? Terry never told ya- aye, that's classic Terry. Probably just figured ya'd meet her out in the woods somewhere, the daft oaf."

She put the lid on the pot, and a smile work onto her face, a type of smile he had only seen on her when she talked about her husband, or her sons. "Ranulf is me and Terry's daughter. Ya really never met her?"

Terry and Diana had a daughter? That was new. "No, I have not. Why haven't I ever seen her around with you or your husband?"

Dian let out a little laugh, "Cause she hardly ever is. She gets up before anyone, even me. Goes out into the woods all day, doin Lord knows what. She comes back when all of us are near asleep. If we ask her, she'll bring back game, skinned and everything. Accept during the winter, she'll only go out there around the afternoon, and only to get some deer, or rabbit for us all. Ah recon if ya peek around here when there's snow out, ya're bound to run into her around the cabin."

Connor raised an eyebrow, "You let your young daughter roam the woods all day?"

Diana sighed, "Ah didn't like it at first either, but Ah can handle the house on my own, so Ah can't complain about her not being around to help. And when Ah do need help, if Ah get sick, or the boys become to much for me, she steps in immediately. When we lived in New York Ah had the fever every few months. She stayed right by my bedside, made sure Ah never went hungry, or thirsty, kept the boys in line, and made sure we had enough to eat when her father was logging. Never complained."

"So, she's been sneaking off for quite some time now?" Connor couldn't help but wonder why he never ran into her in the woods.

"Since she was nine. Her father got it into his head, since she was our only child back then, that despite being a girl, she needed to learn to hunt and take care of herself." Diana shrugged, "He tried to teach her to fire a gun, but she was so small, she couldn't hold one. Switched to a bow and arrow, and she took to it like a fish to water." Diana smirked, "And now, her aim is even better than his. Ha, ya should have seen the look on his face when he realized his own daughters shot better than him."

He actually wanted to see that.

"But, as she got older, she just started wandering off all the time. Scared me to death every time she did it, at first. But eventually Ah just got used to it. She'd be gone for a few hours, and come back with something new she had found. Like when she first found out you could skip a stone, or the first rabbit she saw. She got to preoccupied with them, she spent months trying to catch one, and bring it home."

Connor couldn't help his curiosity. "Did she?"

Diana laughed at some old memory, "Yes, actually. After two years of trying. She came home one day with dirt all over her face, her hands all cut up, and bruises head to toe. But the biggest grin on her face, and a brown bunny in her hands."

He was tempted to laugh at the mental image. "I can tell your daughter is a… free spirit."

Diana snorted, "That's putting it lightly. She's her father's girl, got his temper that's for sure. But Ah worry for her. She's going to be sixteen this winter, and she's never had any friends her own age. Most of her friends are elderly women and men who like her because of her respectful nature. And she's never had any interest in a boy either."

"At fifteen, perhaps that is a good thing." Connor observed. He new Godfrey had a daughter, and he went red every time he saw his daughter talking to any boys. He didn't really understand why. Maybe because he wasn't a father?

Diana let out another small laugh, "Ah guess your right, Ah'd hate to see her father break some poor boy's nose. Maybe there is something you can do fer me Connor. If ya see Ranulf today, tell her if she could find some mushrooms, bring them home."

Connor nodded, "Very well."

He left, nodded goodbye to the boys, and immediately went searching for Ranulf. He needed to find out why he had never seen her around the woods before. Maybe his skills were just growing dull. No. Probably not.

It takes him all afternoon to finally find a sign that she might have been there. The remains of a rabbit and a squirrel, tossed aside. He couldn't tell how they'd been killed, but he guessed with an arrow.

It takes him another few minutes to see a freshly broken branch, she had climbed a tree. But there were no signs she had climbed down… where was she?

"Looking fer someone?"

Connor whirled around, and saw a teenage girl sitting on a branch across the clearing. He could tell immediately that she must be Ranulf. Not because there weren't many young girls around, and by process of elimination, she must be, but because of the way she looked. She had her fathers bright red hair but it was frizzy and sticking up everywhere, and her mother's green eyes. Her hair was, to Connor's surprise, chopped off just below her chin. He had never seen a woman with such short hair before.

But before he could fully question that in his mind, he realized why he had never seen her. Ranulf's clothing consisted of brown trousers, brown working boots, a dark green shirt, and a jacket, which Connor couldn't tell what color it used to be. All of her clothes were covered in grass stains, dirt, and who knew what else. Even her face and hair were dirty She blended into the woods easily.

"Ranulf?"

She nodded, "One and only. Ah'm guessin yer Connor?"

"Your mother wanted me to tell you to bring mushrooms home."

She nodded again, her red hair flailing to and fro from the sudden motion. "If yer headin back, tell her Ah can bring home a hand full or so. But not much, cause Ah only brought mah game bag, and it's full as it is. No room fer mushrooms."

"I will." Connor turned to leave.

"A word of advice, considerin yer a wanted fugitive, ya might want to wear somethin that isn't brighter than the sun." She said. There was no sarcasm or judgment in her tone at all, Connor could only sense genuine concern. "Ah know how much ya help mah family, and Ah'd hate ta see ya get caught. Ah know it's a bit late fer this, but thank ya fer saving mah dad's life."

Connor gave her a nod, "I wear this because it is tradition."

"Tradition will get ya killed then. But Ah suppose that upholdin a certain colored cloth is more important than yer cause, yer life, or the lives of yer comrades."

There was no swaying this girl. He saw what Diana meant now, she was defiantly her father's girl. Blunt, to the point, and came across as if she thought her way was the only way.

"It hasn't gotten me killed yet." Connor said, hoping to end the debate.

"Ah've seen ya sneaking around here, wearing those capes o' yers. Ah could have shot ya dead. Yer lucky mah brothers talk to much, told me about ya. Ah though ya were a banshee, was gonna shoot ya before Ah could hear ya scream."

Connor paused, "What is a banshee?"

Ranulf laughed, "Never mind."

She stood up on the branch, "Ah've got things to do, see ya around Connor."

Connor watched, mildly shocked, as she jumped from her tree branch to another, then another, until she was gone. Where had she learned that?

He shook his head, to much like Terry. To stubborn.