First AC Fanfic so be nice! I've been playing with this idea for a few days will post more of it once I get it typed up! Also Altair/Maria and Desmon/Lucy stories are so lacking I will do my best to change this situation with more fanfic :D Enjoy!!


Gone! Altair stalked the roof tops of the city struggling to hold back his anger. An assassin was not fueled by emotions, he tried tor reminded himself only to dismiss it. Those rules were forever broke since the death of Al Mualim. The order was in ruins, loyalties were thinning and with the help with Makia, Altair was doing his best to keep it from dissolving for good. They had to take a look at all the rules that had been handed down and revamp them where needed to put an end to his endless war. So until there were established rules he will let himself feel and act on any emotion he chose. It had been far too long since he even recognized them, Al Mualim had drilled into them only to act as ordered and never more. Maybe he was better of thinking that way. There was something about Maria that just got under his skin in more ways than one. Stirring up feelings he had not felt or even thought of since losing Adha, ones that he shouldn't even want to feel considering she was in fact a templar. Plus the woman was going to be the death of him. Twice now he had been forced to battle her, sparing her life in both cases. Why? Altair asked himself that almost every day. His face still ached from the kick she had given him to escape his grasp. Never should have cut the restraints, he knew now that it would have been better to just haul her over his shoulder and climb the ladder.

Well go riddance then! Altair perched himself on the ledge of the roofs trying to force himself to go back the hideout and leave her to whatever fate waited for her. But Jonas words haunted him. He was use to having a price on his head, some days enjoyed the battle to live another day. Maria had no part in this. He had dragged her onto the boat in hopes to use her as leverage, yet it seemed that all the Templar's wanted to do was kill her. So he had an even greater feeling to protect her. As the thought entered his mind he caught the sound of swords clashing and rushed towards the harbor.

This is what she got when she followed the damn Assassin! Maria struggled to fend off the blows of the attacking templar's. How had it come to this? Not even a year ago she was in the commanding ranks and being treated with respect. Now it seemed every time she turned she was being called the Assassin's whore and stabbed at. If she did survive this bloody mission of Altair's she was going to make sure she killed him herself.

"Behind you!"

The warning came too late, she was already taking on two templar's. Taking a breath of courage she waited for the sting of the blade and the darkness to follow. Instead she heard the cry of a male followed by a heavy m ass hitting the floor. Before she could blink the two Templar's in front of her were down thanks. Both had been hit in the jugular by throwing knifes. Surprised, she whirled around to find Altair with a blood tipped sword. Never in her life had she been so happy to see him. "About bloody time, Assassin. I'm assuming your talk with Jonas didn't fare so well?"

Markos sliced the blade neatly across one of the last Templar's, "nice timing brother." He whirled to doge the last blow thrusting his sword into the man's body.

"Come let's go quickly." Altair beckoned shoving his blade back into place. People were already beginning to gather, "Now."

Maria started to protest but found herself being dragged along with the two men. The relief of seeing him alive was slowly fleeting. "Let's go of me, you bloody Assassin!" She cursed, "I am capable of walking on my own." Before she knew it she was painfully jerked down a narrow side street and all but shoved against the wall.

Altair looked to Markos, "can you take her back to the safe house?"

"Of course."

"I'm not going with him or you, every time I do I nearly get killed." But her words went unheard.

Instead Altair shook his head, "thank you, my brother. Can you give me a minute?"

Markos hesitated and then agreed, "I won't be far."

Maria waited until they were alone before she rammed her fist into his gut, "you god damn bastard if you think I'm going with you or any other Assassin you're mad!" She was shouting at this point with blood roaring in her ears. Through the haze of her madness she didn't miss the look of relief on his face as he gently touched her face. It made her jolt in surprise.

"Are you all right?" Altair softly demanded checking for himself when she didn't answer. There were few tears in her clothing, but no blood.

His touch unnerved her more then she cared to admit. In the small time she had know Altair he had proceeding to turn her life upside down in more than just her beliefs. Despite what Altair might believe, she was not Roberts's lovers or anyone else's for that matter. So the feelings he was beginning to stir in her heart were foreign as well as unexpected for he was an Assassin. One that has nearly gotten her killed more times then she could count the last couple of days. "I'm fine." She finally managed her.

Her voice knocked him back a step. Damn it, he cursed he hadn't meant to touch her that way. Now he knew just how soft her skin had felt beneath his callused palms. "Good now I need you to go with Markos and don't argue. The templar's do not see you as a friend anymore."

"Thanks to you."

Altair waved her curse aside, "I need to know about the man you can the Bull. He is the reason for that little ambush."

Fear clamped on her throat and against better judgment reached for him. "Why?" She asked digging her fingers into his arms when he didn't respond, "Altair why do you want to know about Moloch."

"To have a little talk with him."

"No you can't duel him."

Pride had him lifting his chin at the challenge, "have so little faith in me Maria?"

His arrogance had any fear for his life fledding out of her mind. Stupid for her to think he actually cared enough to actually listen to her. "You face him you will be defeated, Assassin. There is a reason he is called the bull. So if you want to question him as you say I will not stop you from going to your death. What does it matter to me if you die?" buried deep down the thought frightened the hell out of her. By the God how did she let herself feel this way about him? They were enemies! Well at least that's what it should be, but she kept finding herself siding with him more and more these days. Epically since the Templar's had turned so harshly on her. Please, she silently prayed don't let me fall for this man. That was when Maria releazied that it might be to late to pray for that.


okay its short and kind of well i don't know just wanted to share it please read and review!!! It's my first one and I though skin so be brutal if you'd like