It's The Same Old World

A/N: I don't know how to feel about this one...please rate and review your thoughts! Thank you to my new followers and favouriters, and of course the older readers!

To MerlinTardis: Finally, Connor's here, eh! Good to know i'm not the only person who uses the weird and crude phrase! Hopefully Haytham was in character! I send you a virtual hug, (^_^) for sticking with this fic!

To Illusa: Sure glad to have made you laugh! I think this one wont be as funny as the last chapter but stick around because i still got loads of ideas! Thanks for reviewing!

To Templar's Creed: I actually had to change a bit of this chapter after reading your review! I was much kinder to Connor before. I know it's not what you wanted but i hope i've met you half-way! I simply couldnt bring myself to do it, please dont be too disappointed!

To Lachy The Nerd: A THOUSAND PARDONS, SIR! You aren't at all being rude! Please forgive my ignorance! I have gone back and undone my error! Yes, I'd hoped to bring out Suba's personality in the form of her (sometimes vulgar) thoughts! Oh and I'll still be looking out for your fic! Do let me know when it comes back up!

To Anyahe: Yeah, the life of a fangirl, eh?! Asthma attack, aww i should use that one in the future! Thanks for dropping me an idea! Yes, ive never been comfortable with the X-box (please dont hurt me), as i've grown up with playstation, hence why my character has one too!

To Coral (guest): Oh pish! Any review, however small or long or critical, shall always encourage me! Yay, you love my story, now here, have a virtual cookie!

To Phantom Nini: I always thought people from the past would've been terrified by hoovers... Thrilled to know you are loving my story! xD Yerss, Connor's joined us!


Chapter 4: In which an epiphany befalls us

Oh, if it couldn't get any worse! If you're just tuning in, folks, I'll remind you that Ratonhnhaké:ton, aka Connor, has now just joined my club, which has only one other member who coincidently happens to be his father.

Squinting through the harsh white brightness, I see the silhouette of two figures pressed against each other. Have they resolved their family issues already? Are they hugging it out? As it did before, the lights soon vanish which gives a clear picture of what's happening in the room.

To my dismay, it is not at all what my fangirl thoughts had hoped, rather quite the opposite. Haytham holds Connor up against the wall, left arm outstretched and restraining his son's right one whilst his other hand is clenched around Connor's left hand. This is done in such a way that Haytham forces Connor's own blade to press his son's throat. Snarling back, the half-Native heartthrob, in full Assassin's regalia, is powerless in his father's hold.

Oh hell no! There will be no more spills on this carpet!

"STOP IT!"

Man, these guys were really helping me get my authority out! At least it's got their attention. It's quite a funny sight actually. Both father and son's heads turn simultaneously at me, still fixed in their deadly lock. Now what, Suba? You do realize that these men could kill you right now, so easily. Their stares are like daggers and I am instantly shut up. Well, there goes my self-confidence down the drain.

For a moment all eyes are on me as I am once again frozen, unable to speak. It is Connor who first breaks the silence by peering down at the older man, then whispering, "Father?"

Using this small moment of shock, Haytham head-butts his own son. Connor's head slams back into the wall and his body sags. Immediately, Haytham tosses the limp bulk onto the floor and stoops over it, his knee on Connor's chest and hidden blade pushed against his neck. Oh shit, Haytham's going to murder his own son-on my mother's carpet! A jolt of alarm forces me to action. "Don't Haytham!"

Looking back to me he says calmly, "Don't what?"

"Don't kill him!"

"I wasn't going to." Sighing, Haytham gazes back at Connor's unmoving form and gets off of him, withdrawing his hidden blade. "Well, not yet anyway."

"Haytham!" You sly little shit!

Shrugging, he places his hands behind his back, tilts his head to one side, eyes still glued on Connor. "Did you hear what he called me?"

"What, Father?" N'aww, I can't actually believe Haytham is going to find out he's a father in my house!

He nods then frowns, muttering, "I do not recall having a courtship with any Native woman…" Well, okay, on his timeline he still hasn't even met Ziio yet, let alone do it with her, but here we are with Connor declaring Haytham as his daddy!

Edging closer, I take a better look at Connor. His hood has slipped off his head, revealing his salient features. In reality, it was much clearer to see the striking resemblance between father and son. Connor has the same face structure as Haytham as well as his overall frame and most prominently inheriting his nose and jaw.

"Well c'mon then!"

Haytham stares blankly at me. "Come on, what?"

"Help me move him to the sofa!" I nag.

"Why on earth would I want to do that?"

"Because, he's your son! And because it wasn't very nice of you to try and kill him!" I answer matter-of-factly.

Rolling his eyes he coldly states. "That is impossible. He appears far too old to be my child and moreover he's an Assa- he's a Native."

So, Haytham thinks I don't know anything about his world. Do I tell him or feign ignorance? "Umm, Haytham I, er I know about the Assassin's and, and the Templars…"

Furrowing his brows, he glares suspiciously at me. "How much do you know?"

Ah, this is going to be tricky to explain? I lick my lips then take a deep breath. "You better sit down, it may take while…" Without another word, Haytham takes a seat and I sit cross-legged on the floor. "Basically…"

I tell him everything. Absolutely everything I have in my knowledge about the two Orders. All throughout this, Haytham does not interrupt me as he listens intently, nodding or frowning occasionally. Only at discovering that he and Connor were video game characters does he begin to reveal his true feelings.

"So, that's it. It's all fake. That's all I am, a fictional character. I'm- I'm not even real…" Haytham says softly, not meeting my eyes.

Oh Jesus, he's not feeling suicidal is he? But who wouldn't after finding out that their entire life was make-believe. I feel a lump at my throat and swallow hard.

"Haytham, I, I can't imagine how you're feeling right now, but…but you are real. You are here. You're here with me and Connor. And whether or not you are a fictional character, you are alive. You are a living, breathing and feeling human being. Haytham even before…before this happened, you were still alive-"

"Alive?!" Haytham scoffs indifferently. "No, Suba. My whole existence was made up."

"You're wrong, Haytham." I shake my head and look him straight in the eye. "For what it's worth, you were alive in the hearts and minds of the thousands of gamers and readers who had the pleasure of playing you and, or reading your journal. They too experienced your trials and triumphs. They know what you'd gone through; I know what you've been through." Then I abruptly remembered something. "I-I once read somewhere that to see differently is to think differently. So please, think of this incidence as a…as a blessing."

At this, Haytham's mouth opens slightly and his eyes widened. "Suba, I…" Before he could finish, a loud moan then a string of words (in what I assume was Mohawk language) interrupts him. In the blink of an eye, Haytham straddles Connor preventing any movement and demands, "Who are you?"

How the crap do people move so fast? And most importantly, Suba, don't think of incest! Forget about all those sick fanfics you read.

"I am Ratonhnhaké:ton. And you, Haytham Kenway, are my father!" Connor states coolly to Haytham, still lying down. Ah such poise and pride.

"So Rad-Radhu…" Haytham stutters awfully.

"If you cannot say my name, just call me Connor." We all know where he got that sass from.

"Well, Connor, if I am indeed your father, then who, pray tell, is your mother?"

I see Connor's eyes harden as he growls, "You have already forgotten her?! Do you not even remember her name?"

Haytham's face twists up in confusion. "I don't kn-"

"Kaniehti:io!" Connor shouts, bristling with anger underneath his clueless father. "My mother loved you! And you left her for your precious Templars!"

"Wait, Connor." I call out. I didn't want to watch these two to destroy their relationship all over again. His head inclines to listen to me and I feel his hostility roll off in waves. "Look, Haytham doesn't know your mother because they haven't even met each other yet."

"What?!" They instantaneously cry and then glare at each other before turning back to me. I sigh. "Well, as I've already told Haytham, you come from a video game, Connor and-"

"Video game?" Interferes the baffled Assassin. Making a sound of annoyance, Haytham remarks. "Tsch. Just let her continue, boy, she'll explain it all to you later. Suba, do go on."

Hesitantly, I watch Connor scowl but carry on when he doesn't speak. "Ok, Haytham, when you appeared here, I was on a level in the game where you hadn't met Zii- Kaniehti:io. However, Connor must've come from the future of the game, when you fiddled around with the console, Haytham." I glower at him in accusation.

"I was not 'fiddling' with the console device but studying the contraption with the many buttons and two rotating sticks." Haytham defiantly says.

"Oh, Haytham, the controller can turn the console device on! You've brought your own son from the future yourself!" I scold, feeling pissed off at him for not obeying me. Just as Haytham was about to make a remark, Connor interjects, "So what you are trying to say is that in this world, I have not yet been conceived?"

"That's exactly what she's telling you, boy. Moreover, she has just told you that neither of us exist in this reality. We are but fictional, made-up characters." Haytham coldheartedly declares. After hearing this Connor is devoid of any visible emotion, his eyes stare vacantly at the ceiling, I notice his jaw clenching and unclenching.

Oh no, this Kenway hasn't been damaged too, has he?


Extra A/N: Does anybody know how old Connor was when he got his Assassin's robes? I've researched on Assassin's Creed Wiki but it doesnt mention his age, on some forums people said 18 or early 20's. I really need to know as it is vital for future chapters so if anybody knows the exact age please leave it in the review, thank you!