Summary: When Katherine Johnson moved to the colonies she meets a Assassin named Connor. Together they set off for an adventure of a lifetime. A templar and a assassin working together for the first time ever.
Paring: Connor/OC
Rating: M for rape maybe and lemons…mostly lemons
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the game and Katherine. Enjoy
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Connor walks through the front door with me following after him as we looked for Achilles. "You are going to apologize for what you said earlier right?" I asked him remembering the fight this morning with words going back and forth knowing that they really didn't mean what they were saying but said it anyway.
"You know I have to," He says softly stopping as he turned to look at me. "I did not mean the words I said to him…"
"Then why did you say them in the first place, Connor?"
He looks at me not saying a word then goes to the study room where Achilles was at seeing him writing a note softly knocking on the wall of the arch. The old man glanced up at him then went back down to his note. "Welcome back. And how was Martinique?" He asks in his old raspy voice as I stood beside him.
Connor walks further in the room, but I just stood where I was waiting for Connor to apologize to his mentor. They could of talked about the matter in a calm way before going at each other throats with words. I shake my head lightly knowing that Connor did not mean what he said, like he said before, but he does need to calm his hotheadedness. That I know for sure… "Achilles…I…I owe you an apology," Connor says sighing in the middle, looking at the ground before looking up at his mentor continuing his sentence. Achilles waved his hand not saying a word before Connor continued. "It was wrong of me to say the things I did…"
"You'r words were harsh, Connor, but there was also truth there. I failed the Order. Allowed the Templars to take control," He says finally looking up at him. You sure did failed the order… But you certainly did make up for it a little bit by training Connor and putting him in your place, I thought to myself as Connor talked next.
"But now their hold is weakened, which makes me believe there's a chance for peace. Imagine what might be accomplished if we were to unite," Connor says balling his hand into a fist and shaking it in the air lightly to justify his saying.
I looked at Connor like he was crazy. What did he mean by uniting? Does he mean the Assassin's and the templars? He knows that would never happen, no matter he would try. They would be enemies until the world ended. I shake my head, glaring at Connor softly wishing what he said was not true. I went up to him placing a hand on his shoulder. "What you are saying can not be true…" I said softly looking up at him.
"Yes, It is true. Do you not wonder what have come been as well?" He asks me as we walked out of the room.
"No, because you know why? It will never happen. I know you see that Connor! What you were saying to Achilles is absurd!"
He sighs looking down at the ground moving slightly before looking back up at me, looking dead in my eyes. "I know what you are saying it is true and absurd… But I can not help but wonder anyway…"
"Connor," I say to him softly placing a hand on his cheek getting him to relax a tiny little bit. "You need to get your head out of the clouds and come back to the present…" I remove my hand turning walking up the stairs to our room that we share sitting in the chair resting my head on my hands. He goes back into the study room shortly after watching me retreat upstairs to continue talking to Achilles.
Not even an hour passed when Connor walked into the room looking at me. I stood up from the chair, brushing off my clothing waiting for him to say something. "We ride for New York," He tells me turning to walk out of the room expecting me to follow him.
"What? New York? What business do we have in New York?" I asks him walking down the stairs behind him, closing the front door behind me as I followed him to the stables watching him get on a horse looking back at him.
"I plan to meet my father. I have not seen him in a while and I have business to do with him. Now mount a horse so we can ride," He nods towards a horse expecting me to get on it and cried out to the horse softly trotting off with me on his trail.
We arrived in New York at midnight and I looked around the streets watching men look at Connor with distaste then me with the same look. I do not see why they hate Native Americans… What did they ever do to them? They never took their land from them… I roll my eyes at the men and continued on keeping my eyes forward looking at Connor's back. He has a nice broad back… Only if that Coat wasn't covering it. What am I thinking? I shake my head to get my mind back to the real world and stopped when Connor stopped.
Connor mounted off his horse and walked towards his father until the father talking to the younger man told Connor to stop with a lift of his hand. "We need to know what the loyalists are planning if we're to put a end to this," Connor's father said to the younger man.
He must be the reason why Connor said all that madness before… The templar father…and the assassin son… I understand now… I think to myself as I move to go behind Connor.
"I tried!" The younger man replied. "But the soldiers themselves are told nothing now - only to await orders from above."
"Keep digging. Come find me when you have something worth sharing." I frown at the way Connor's dad talked to the man. Like he owns the place, Stop it. You don't own anything. The younger man walked off nodding to Connor and I then we walked forward to Haytham. "We're so close to victory. A few more well placed attacks and we will be able to put a end to this civil war and be rid of the crown."
"What do you intend?" I ask stepping forward ready to end this once and for all.
"Well nothing at the moment - since we're completely int he dark," His dad replied to me.
"I thought the Templars had eyes and ears everywhere," Connor piped up now.
"Oh, we did until you and your girlfriend started cutting them off," he tells us both getting me to blush. Me? His girlfriend. You must have your head in the clouds.
"Your contact said orders from above. It tells us exactly what we need to do: track down the loyalist commanders," Connor added as I nodded my head along with what he said. Haytham nodded and started running off to the buildings as we all free ran until we stopped at out destination.
Connor and Haytham stood on a ledge while I sat on a broken off ledge watching from below. "Have you considered the proposal?" A red coat said to a group of his fellow friends.
"I am unconvinced. To reinforce them would leave New York exposed. It's hard enough maintaining order with our currents numbers Cut in half…" Another one said.
"Yet if we do not join with them, they risk defeat. And then what?"
"Well they should have come by sea."
Haytham shakes his head as he looks on below and lets out a quiet sigh through his nose. "They're talking in circles. We'll learn nothing, watching as we are," He says.
"Then what do you propose we do? March in there and demand answers?" Connor asks looking at his father as he stood up.
"Well… Yes," He answers jumping down unsheathing his hidden blade from his wrists and stabbing them both in two of the red coats neck.
"Ambush!" A lobster back yelled pointing to Haytham as he started back up a tiny bit.
"Connor! Katherine! A little help here?" He called to us glancing up at us.
We both looked at each other and sighs jumping down beside him unsheathing out hidden blades as well. Fighting red coats is fun since I almost got raped by one. Thinking of a red coat makes me remind myself of my father. Soon enough I will have to fight and kill him too. I frown lightly but pushed the thought aside in my mind as a red coat shot at me narrowly missing my shoulder. I need to get my head out of the clouds.
"Katherine!" Connor says looking at me. "Be careful!" He turns swiftly slashing a red coat's throat and kicks the other one where the sun don't shine before stabbing him in the head.
I quickly kick a red coat down then getting on him stabbing him in the heart a few times before getting off him panting softly looking around for Connor. When we got finished fighting the red coats, I walked to them when Haytham started tying the hands of them. One of them got free by moving his hands around and ran off only looking behind him once.
I heard Haytham sigh walking forward a bit. "Really?" He turns to Connor and I pointing after him. "Well, you best be after him."
"You go I'll watch over the prisoners," Connor replies. I sighed shaking my head turning walking forward a bit.
"I'll go," I said frowning a bit. "You two can stay here and argue or whatever you two do." I rolled my eyes a bit before I started running after the man. Thank god, he didn't get far. I climbed on a over turned cart following him from above then when I got the chance I jumped over the edge landing on the man's back. Good thing I didn't break anything or he might have be useless to us. I took him by arm helping him up. "Move," I said lightly. When he did not move I pushed him hard but not hard enough to where he fell over. "I said move."
I walked to Connor and looked around for Haytham. "Where did he go?" I asked him as he took the prisoner out of my hands.
"Not far," he tells me glancing up before walking forward a bit before the prisoner talked.
"Wait,wait! I'll tell you anything you want! Anything! Only don't make go in there!"
"We just have some questions for you," I told him softly placing a hand on his shoulder as I heard the worry or fear in his voice. Poor guy…
"Cross that threshold and I'm a dead man…"
What did he mean by that? What then Haytham do? Please tell me he did not kill them…Please tell me he did not…
"There you are Katherine! I was worried that you might have gotten lost."
"No, Sir… I am right here with this prisoner…" She says softly narrowing her eyes a bit at Haytham.
"Come along then." He says taking the prisoner guard with him.
I walked behind him with Connor at my side as I looked ahead with my hands behind my back. "What do you think he did with the other prisoners?" I asked him quietly.
"I do not know… But all will be well… As I hope," He answers me glancing at me before he looked straight ahead.
Once he got to where we was going and walked in i looked at the two guards and frowned deeply almost glaring at them. I knew he killed them, I had a feeling he did. But why? They gave up everything they knew? He could of just kept them after the war was done with. I scoffed and turned walking to the corner with my arms crossed.
"What are the British planning?" Haytham asked already getting into the questioning.
"To march from Philadelphia…That's city's finished. New York's the key. They'll double our numbers - push back the rebels," the redcoat answered him with a bit of fear in his voice.
"When do they begin?"
"Two days from now."
"June 18… I must warn washington," Connor tells him as he messes with his gloves.
"You see," Haytham said ignoring Connor as he moves his arms out a bit. "That wasn't so very difficult now was it?"
"I've t-told you everything! Now l-let me go!" I looked at Haytham with my eyes narrowed as well as Connor. I swear to goodness if he killed the man I will personally kill him myself…
"Of course," Haytham replied walking around to the man moving to untie him but unsheathed his hidden blade slicing his neck. As i thought… "The other two said the same. It must be true."
"You killed him… You killed all of them. Why?" Connor asks getting upset.
"They'd have warned the loyalists."
"You could of held them until the fight was done." I piped up this time walking forward with rage in me and my hands in fists by my side.
"What? …And waste precious time and money on their care?" His father asks back. The ass… "What would be the point. They'd given up everything they knew. I'll meet you at Valley Forge," He says walking past us as Connor looked after him then at the bodies.
"Your father is an ass," I tell him as I look over the dead bodies. "Killing the men was not necessary…"
"I agree… But it is too late to say anything… We should be going…" He says walking out the room, not looking back at the bodies. I followed after him after saying a small prayer for the men before pushing them out of my mind.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I am sorry it took me a while... I did not have any inspiration what so ever... So like I said... enjoy... And flamers... Be warned that I will keep updating even if you think my story is shit. Fuck off you mother fuckers.
