Disclaimer: I don't own AC. That would be crazy. Only the Jackmans.

guest: Well as long as you like it, I don't mind. But you could say more than that XD (asking for R&R)

peachmelba18: I try to keep it in his character as much as possible. I'm glad to hear it!

Richard Jackman was dubbed by his colleagues as the odd one out. His main job was to be an architect, designing private houses and buildings. His secondary job was participating in the construction process. He didn't only visit the site to instruct the workers how to build the structure; he would become one of them. He would get out of his suit and get into the dirtiest clothes he owned and charge into the working site, complete with a safety helmet. While his co-workers would not even bother to leave their office, Mr. Jackman would be carrying a 20kg sack of cement under the flaming sun. And he enjoyed it.

Richard loved his work of creating. And his two daughters.

Sabrina, the older one, was a senior in her college she was currently going to. She was the closest to blonde of the family, having a little reddish golden mix of color as hair. Her wild personality had been a trait from her grandfather, which (unfortunately) was strong. Considering her broad imagination and her constant fail of shutting up, she did well in being a role model for her little sister. Sabrina had never failed in her studies though all she seemed to do was slack off. She would diligently go to her gymnastics after school, though. She was a natural athlete, enjoying testing her body's flexibility to the extreme ever since she first gotten into ballet.

On the other hand, Tracy was an indoor person who could be satisfied by staying in her room all day without stretching an inch. The 8th grader would often do it too by avoiding the infamous Australian sun. Even with a lake just outside surrounded by many parks, she was perfectly fine by crawling into her blankets and draw while listening to her Ipod. Richard had tried to get her moving once and learned it the hard way that when the girl meant no, she really meant it. She was often seen in her room sitting at her desk, her short dark brown hair barely tied up into a bun and hands busy turning pages of a book over. While she looked like she was one of those who would actually study weeks before finals, Tracy was a last minute person. Another unfortunate trait from Mr. Jackman's father.

Now, Richard Jackman was a very affectionate person. His second favorite people (after his wife) were his lovely daughters and he would beat up someone who would speak badly of them behind their backs. He valued family as one of the best things in life ever since he first held a tiny baby in his hands.

So imagine his thoughts when he saw two full grown men in his house with his daughters. Alone.

He had kicked the door open with both hands carrying the Turkish pizza that the Jackmans loved to eat when they didn't know what to have for dinner, to see a man – was he wearing a dress? – stretching his hand towards a familiar blonde in his dining room. Richard instantly let go of their warm to-be meal and sprang onto him. The crazy man in white reacted immediately by rolling over using his weight to force his attacker down, clutching both the architect's arms and raising his left arm. The man in the hood flinched as a knee dived into his back but that didn't stop his counter-attack, triggering a blade to slide out of his leather gauntlets. Instead of losing his composure at the sight of the weapon, Mr. Jackman lived up to his reputation as an unusual man – he started to yell at the armed man threatening his life.

"You dare enter my house, you bastard?!" His sturdy voice seemed to blast from amps as he headbutted the man. "No one, no one gets out of my house unscathed! Not after trying to get their filthy hands on my daughter!" He pushed the robed one back and the man with the disadvantage started with a single word.

"Wait-"

That was the sound of tables turning around.

Altair stared into the enraged man's eyes as he tried to undo his mistake. Yes, he did try to touch the older girl. No, he didn't mean that way. He was planning to strangle her for kicking him in the back or scare her to death again. Besides, that was low and who was he? He was a Master Assassin! Master Assassins do not commit such crimes, sins or whatever dishonorable and disgusting deeds they were.

And at the worst timing, the last person to be there had seen him. Of course there was bound to be a misunderstanding. Altair knew there was no way the man would ever forgive him when he heard the word 'daughter'. While he was taken back by the strength of the man, who was fit and bulky for a civilian, he was more surprised by the fact that he was in no possession of any weapons. The assassin didn't know what to be more concerned about – the fact that the father was so eager to kill him that he forgot equipment or the monstrosity of power his opponent had.

"Wait-" Altair began to cease the dangerous situation he and the parent got themselves into. He pulled his hidden blade back to lessen the threat for the misguided man but more importantly, he felt a quick rush of the air and crooked his head to the left purely following his instincts. The punch meant for his nose went against the floor and the assassin realized the level of danger this mad man meant. He's much stronger than me. And he's mad at me. This man could snap his bones if he was given a chance, especially when he was seeing red.

"Oh no, you won't get away." The voice was full of grudge and Altair gulped. He was trapped as the man pinned him to the ground – thankfully it was covered with something soft at least. He hardened his fists and got ready to block a hit that would be very painful.

"Wait Dad, no!" A panicked scream got the man's attention, his head turning around. "You can't kill Altair!" The youngest person of the house had her head clutched by both of her hands, eyes rounded with disbelief and jaws parted. Sabrina (was it?) looked equally frantic besides her.

"Sweetie!" the man's voice instantly softened yet got louder. Altair stared at him at the enormous shift in tone, eyes glued on the father. His expression expressed his disbelief as the talk went on. "I'm to beat a dangerous man! Step back! Go to your room and don't you dare to get out before I say so." He raised his fist again with his glare on the hooded man again when he turned back at the teenager. Altair finally noticed Sabrina, his target, looking impressed and the father too. How was she so casual? "And Sabrina, call the police!"

"Dad, he's not dangerous!" Altair stared at the girl this time, his apprehender and the sister following. Even Malik raised his brows at her statement. The dark haired girl held back her hand and tried not to run her hand over her face for annoyance. Why do they pay attention to the smallest details? "He isn't hostile."

"You hardly know a man who had his hands towards your sister." The father cut her off quickly as his hand grabbed his hood instead. He got up and the assassin had to follow, the brute strength lifting him up. "This man did that." Pointing finger, oh such accusations! And how much Altair wanted to beat the senior up to get that hidden smugness off her face.

"Well, Sabrina was kinda annoying him.." The girl trailed off as she avoided Sabrina's shocked face. The insulted lost her chance for a comeback as their father continued.

"Tracy, why are you even defending him?" His scowl was the deepest the sister had seen in years.

"If you haven't noticed, Altair here is dressed very unusually." Tracy directed politely with both open hands at the captured assassin with a firm face.

"I think all of us established that fact at first sight." Richard placed his free hand on his hip as the said man dangled with his rough grasp on his hood.

"There's more than that, Dad! The problem is that he isn't supposed to be here." The girl groaned as she deepened her nails into her thick hood. She had a habit of that when she felt stressed and her father noticed it. She seems..concerned. He frowned again in disapproval.

"Oh! We agree on something!" Of course, he said it in a sarcastic tone as Malik shifted slightly in his awkward position of not being noticed. And he was right behind him. Tracy face slapped.

"No, no!" The girl's voice got much louder, waving her arms around. "You don't understand - he's not from this world!" At that, Mr. Jackman stared at Tracy silently. Seconds ticked by as his flat face remained still facing her daughter blabbing that the man he was currently holding was someone from another world. He sighed as he pressed the bridge of his nose with two of his sturdy fingers.

"Tracy…" He tried to begin a sane conversation and the named noticed this.

"You don't believe me?" She yelled and looked over his tall shoulder." He's a video game character!" She made a gesture with her hands, drawing an invincible rectangle. "Malik!"

"I have it here, child." Mr. Jackson flinched as he span around, realizing he had forgotten the other man. This one was dressed in a similar fashion like the one he was crushing with his muscles, minus the hood and having an extra black robe. His eyes widened noticing how he was carrying the familiar white computer of his daughter with one arm. He didn't have a second one. Ignoring this disturbing fact, he decided to examine what Tracy had brought his attention to through illogical logic.

"Look here." A small finger directed his glance to a certain image of a bluish gray website. Richard blinked hard at a man who looked exactly the same as his victim, complete his freaking weird cloths. He gawked at the figure, memories of his youngest trying to tell him about some game about the original assassins, the Hasashins flooding into his mind as he noticed the website's banner. Assassin's Creed Wiki.

"And here's proof!" Tracy grabbed Altair's left hand, the robed man still forced like a collared dog with his hood in the father's grasp. She forced it open with her contrasting small ones to reveal a missing ring finger. "There in the wiki should say how Altai's missing his finger too. Not even the craziest fans would cut their own finger off, would they?" The said assassin glared at Tracy but didn't dare to offend her dad further by pulling his hand away when he was under his watch. "And don't you feel the muscles in this guy? You should, Dad. Altair got them by a lifetime of training." She blindly poked him in the arm, which was composed of hardened flesh. The young man stared at him with a bit scowling mouth and the parent could tell he was waiting for his answer even when the face was hidden in the hood's impossibly dark shade.

Richard Jackman gave up and expressed how he was giving in to the crazy logic that he had fictional characters under his roof by pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. The uninvited men still looked at him for a sign which would certainly be involving their fate for quite some time. The man dragged his two fingers down his face while returning the stares he was getting. He bit his lower lip and straightened.

"All right." He put both of his hands up. "I believe you, Tracy. Obviously they'll stay in our house until they get back since they are basically homos." Mr. Jackman then stepped up and placed a hand on the assassins' shoulders and glared into their startled eyes. "Boys, you and I will have a man talk." And he went off in dragging two young men who looked anxious and sent glances at the sisters for help. Malik even had the time to add a mouthed question of 'what is a homo.' The sisters, who have had talks with their father, waved them off with smiles informing them how much trouble they were in. The assassins looked at each other with a hint of grim as they reached the door of the room their captor walked into. As the door closed with a bang, Tracy broke the subtle silence.

"Do you think they'll live?" Eyes glued to the said door, she asked in a curious tone.

"Tracy, they're trained assassins." Sabrina answered as if it were the most obvious thing. "Of course they have a chance."

Author's Note: Oof! Sorry for the delay. I had a school trip and now I have lots of homework. Actually will be updated after my other fic, Prodigy At Service will since it seriously needs some chapters. Or not. It all depends on school and my mood.

I hope you like Mr. Jackman, because as you've seen, the assassins will have a lot of interaction with him. Next will be their attempt in adjusting to a future with freaking machines in Canberra, Australia.