A/N: This is a bit of a filler chapter, but I wanted to write the idea and flesh out my character a bit more. Anyway, thanks for all the follows and favourites. Feel free to drop me a review, as well.


The Lights Are On, But...

Chapter Two


I honestly should have been expecting the impromptu parkour lesson. I did come with the territory, after all. Though, I'm honestly a bit surprised that it did feel natural in Haytham's body, seeing as I was the lazy kid in my Gym classes. Still, the idea of running across roof tops and jumping rather large gaps scared me brainless at some points.

Such as right now, standing on top of a building with my eyes scanning over the roofs for any pesky guards that could spot me. After not noticing anybody, I glanced up towards the taller part of the building.

I have to climb up there? I asked him, trying not to gape up there with my mouth open like a moron.

Yes, Haytham said, you are going to have to get used to doing this.

Couldn't you just take over for this? I asked, lowering my gaze to look for guards again, another worry of mine. I didn't want to get into a fight, not even with the skills that Haytham seems to have.

If I was able to take control, we wouldn't need to do this, Haytham retorted, a frown crossing my face.

Fine, I thought, looking back up towards the part of the building I was supposed to be climbing. What do I do first?

It has plenty of windows, all you need to do is grab one and pull yourself up to the top.

I nodded, fighting the feeling to roll my eyes. He made it sound so simple. In a way I guess it was pretty simple, but I was never much of a climber to begin with.

Melissa, if you would like to get this done by nightfall, that would be wonderful.

Just give me a moment, I snapped, can't you see that I am nervous about this?

I can, Haytham stated, I can feel it, even. Regardless, you need to do this.

I let out a sigh, approaching the wall where I decided to start. I looked up towards the first window, which was a bit of a jump to get to. I wasn't too sure I could jump that high, but I bent at the knees and pushed as hard as I could.

I flung my arms up as I jumped off the ground, nearly missing the sill of the window. I managed to grip it with my one hand, quickly reaching up with my other. That left me there, dangling with my arms starting to burn painfully.

Place your feet on the wall for support, Haytham instructed. I tucked my knees against my chest and placed my feet against the wall, which was more difficult than it looked. I could feel my arms shaking, but I had to keep pulling myself up. I let out a breath, reaching an arm up quickly to grab the bar on the window I was hanging from. I pulled myself up with a bit of a grunt, making sure to keep my feet against the wall until I had a place to put them.

You are too slow, Haytham said after a bit of my climbing, if we were under attack, we would have been shot by now at the pace you are going.

Well, we aren't under attack, are we? I retorted angrily, as I pulled myself higher up the window, this is my first time doing this, a bit of slack would be welcomed.

Haytham didn't reply, which I was happy for. I continued to climb higher up the building, the climb starting to get a bit easier, but I was starting to grow tired. I could see the ledge where I was to pull myself up onto above me, Haytham giving me instructions on how to get up there.

After a few more struggles and near falls, I pulled myself up onto the ledge. I stood with shaking legs, looking around the city.

You have to climb higher, Haytham said, probably sensing my relief. I glanced up at the triangular roof of the building that was protruding up towards the sky. There was a small cross at the top.

There doesn't look like there is much to climb anymore, Haytham.

Yes, there is, Haytham said, starting to sound like he was getting annoyed with me, we will never get this done if you keep fighting me every step of the way.

I sighed, wanting to tell him off, but it's hard to do so when the person isn't able to leave. I noticed the thin planks of wood that lined the roof on the way up, like a ladder of some sort. I grabbed one and started to make my way up, which started off pretty easy until the roof started to come to a point.

Reach up and grab the cross, Haytham said once I came to a point where I had stopped climbing completely. I reached up and grabbed part of the cross, closing my eyes tightly when I felt the need to look down cross my mind.

At this height, I would probably end up killing both Haytham and myself, or break some other part of his body. Like his neck or spine, which I guess counts as breaking my own as well.

Open your eyes, Melissa, and stop being a coward.

Do we really need to climb up this high?

Don't question me and do as I say.

I opened my eyes once again, pulling myself up further. I soon realized that I had no place to put my hands.

Collect yourself, Melissa. I don't need you losing your balance and falling to our death.

I blew out of some air, looking around the city but not down towards the ground. Alright, just got to stand on a freaking cross and hope not to fall to my death. I lifted my leg, placing my foot up on the top of the iron cross, gripping the tip of it with my hands for more support. Once I got the tip of my other foot on the small top of the cross, I slowly rose myself up. I stuck my hands out, the balance coming to me rather quickly. I guess it was something that Haytham had hard wired in him.

Alright, I'm up on the cross. Can we get down now?

Yes, Haytham said, you just have to preform a Leap of Faith into a hay bale down below.

Are you fucking kidding me!?

There was a pause, I wondered if I had offended him. It was one curse, and I am not doing a head dive from a building down into a pile of hay down below. If he is trying to kill me, he is certainly being cruel about it.

You will not die, Melissa. Just keep your arms as they are now, and flip yourself while you are falling so that your back lands in the hay.

Easier said than done, Haytham.

Stop stalling and do it.

I hate you.

I sighed, standing slightly. Alright, step by step.

First, look down and locate the hay.

I looked down towards the ground for the first time since climbing up here. I hadn't expected to be so high off the ground, the people walking around with out a clue to my dilemma. I felt dizzy suddenly, feeling like I was falling forward. I let out another shaky breath, trying to calm myself.

I spotted the hay across from me, within good jumping distance at least. Gathered that I can jump that far and not land on the hard road in front of the hay bale. Alright, it is now or never...

Come on, Melissa, we don't have the time for you to be standing up here anymore.

So...do I just...jump?

Yes.

Are you sure I won't miss?

I am not sure, but we won't know unless you do it.

Alright...Leap of Faith. All the assassin's can do it, Haytham can do it...I can do it. By default, I guess.

Here goes nothing.

I pushed myself forward, leaping towards the hay bale. Panic started to take control as the little ground beneath my feet was gone and I was falling. I tried to tuck myself so I was facing towards the sky, but I couldn't seem to do it fully. The hay bale was approaching fast and I wasn't in the proper position.

At this angle you will knock the breath out of-!

Too late.

I landed into the hay bale slightly on my side with a loud grunt, the hay burying me completely as I lay on the bottom of the hay barrel. The force of the landing hit me hard, though the hay managed to prevent any major damage. The force slammed my teeth together hard, the pain shooting through my jaw as I tried to catch my breath once again.

I let out a cough once I found it, shutting my eyes and opened my mouth to make sure that nothing happened to my jaw. It was painful, but still functional. At least Haytham's body was durable. Damn.

Haytham...I thought, trying to stir him to see if he was alright.

Dear Lord, woman! Are you trying to kill me?

I'm sorry, I said, shifting to get back up, but you were the one who insisted that I jumped.

Well, it is progress at least...

I started to pull myself out of the hay bale, landing on the ground once again and stood. I shook the hay off my shoulders and head. I reached back into the bale, pulling out Haytham's hat and placed it back on my head.

That was certainly a rush...I kind of want to try it again.

No, Haytham jumped in, I think we are done here. It's best you get back to the inn for the night.

...Good choice.


After bidding Charles a quick good night, I wondered back into my room. Night had fallen finally, and the day's events and activities were starting to catch up with me. I sighed, flopping down onto the hard bed and closed my eyes.

You could at least remove my hat first, Melissa.

Go to sleep, Haytham.

I reached up and removed the hat from my head, placing it on the bed beside me. It didn't take long for my body to relax and fall into a sleep, but went on in my mind was a completely different situation.


I was walking through the streets of Boston, the very same ones that I had earlier on that day. I instantly noticed that I had shrunk in size, a bit of my brown hair getting into my face. I brushed it back, noticing that I was in the clothes that I had originally been dressed in when I first arrived in this world. Haytham was walking a few steps ahead of me, his hands folded behind his back. I realized just how stiff he originally is and made note to act like that a bit more.

"Where are we going?" I asked, Haytham turning to look at me over his shoulder.

"For a stroll," he said, "there are some things we need to discuss."

I slapped my hands against the sides of my legs, pressing my lips together as I glanced around. "And you couldn't have waited until I was awake?"

"It is quite tiring talking to you through your mind," Haytham said, "and I find it nice to be in control for a while."

I picked up my pace a bit, coming to walk beside him. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"You must have been sent here to complete a task," he said, "what is it?"

"I honestly have no idea," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "What I will tell you, though, is that I am not from this time."

Haytham glanced down at me, "Oh? That explains your clothing and manner of speaking."

"Yeah, I'm from the twenty-first century," I said, deciding that I could tell him that.

"Do you know the future?" Haytham asked, "what happens?"

"I don't know the future," I said, though I doubt he was buying my lie.

I couldn't tell him that America becomes a powerful nation and that he is just a video game character. I couldn't also tell him that he dies at hands of his own son as he takes out Haytham's little band of marry Templars...

"You can't lie to me," Haytham said, "I can feel it when you aren't being truthful with me."

"Honestly, I don't know what happens to you," I said, letting out a small sigh and watched as we walked past some buildings. He didn't press any further, though I doubt that this will be the last of this topic.

"So, what are we going to do next?" I asked, "I picked up on some stuff today, but I still don't know how to fight or scale a building in under a few minutes."

"I can't afford to be away from my duties for any longer," Haytham said, "I still have yet to collect all the people on my list. That is what we will be doing tomorrow, and as for fighting, I was hoping that I could train you while you sleep."

I stared at him for a few moments, processing that, then I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. "I don't know if you get the gist of dreams, Haytham, but you usually forget half of what happens in them."

"I seem to be able to control your mind when you are sleeping, so I will make sure that you don't forget when you wake."

"I don't know..." I said, scratching the back of my head. I guess it would be easier than waiting for a moment where I have to draw swords and try to listen to him in the midst of a fight.

"I believe it to be the most efficient way to do so," Haytham said, stopping outside the inn. He certainly wasn't creative when it came to dreams...

"Alright, fine," I said, "but can you let me have one night of peaceful sleep?"

"I don't think it will bother you much," Haytham said, "I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but you might have to come to swords. I would at least like you to be able to handle a weapon."

"If I even remember this dream," I muttered, glancing down at my feet. Which were bare, seeing as I usually don't sleep with my shoes on. Though, I am sure Haytham is still laying on the bed back in the present with all his weapons on his person and his boots on.

Maybe I should have at least removed the weapons...

"Come," Haytham said, starting to walk once again, "we have work to do."

"Don't we always?" I muttered, following after him.