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Season five has been amazing so far! Oh look, a new chapter!

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Of simple things

April 9 1717

As they wander along the street toward the market she smiles, the fresh air clearing her mind. She decided they shouldn't stay inside the stuffy sanctuary, she hates being trapped indoors all the time, preferring the bright light and different smells of the outside world.

As they walk he tells jokes and they laugh, the air around them light. She wishes this feeling would last forever, like there is nothing to worry about, like the life they lead doesn't doom them to an early death.

"Emma! Wait" someone calls from back down the street. They both turn to see august barrelling down the street toward them as if they'd gotten miles away from where he undoubtedly started running. "Hey guys" he smirks bending over double to catch his breath.

"Are you out of shape August?" Emma jokes, stifling a laugh as she watches her brother.

"Being stuck on a ship for months at a time tends to do that" he chuckles "I've been working on it"

"Was there a reason you chased us down, mate?" Killian smiles, rather falsely if his tone says anything.

"Yes actually. Emma, Robin said you were back but you didn't go speak the Grandmaster"

"I was busy. I'm sure Mr Master Assassin could've handled a few more hours before I spoke with him" she pauses as a memory from the previous day flashes in her mind "I also had to pick up a letter that I left in the safe house before I talk to him"

"Fine." He nods, looking toward Killian "so where were you two going?"

"Out for a wander" Killian smiles. He seems tense but Emma can't think of a reason why apart from maybe something happened while she was gone.

"Well okay. See you later Ems" he turns and wanders back the way he came. As soon as he's far enough away the air around Killian cools once more and he sighs.

"What was that about?" she asks, her brow furrowing at the confusing tension that had surrounded them when her brother was there.

"nothing, love" he smiles trying to shake it off but Emma's not convinced that it's nothing, there's something he's not telling her.

After a long pause she huffs out a 'fine' and begins walking down the street again, leaving him standing there for a moment before he follows behind.

"Love?" he sighs "it really is nothing Emma"

"Why is it I don't believe you?"

"Look I just wanted to spend the day with you and not have Assassin shit get in the way… remember when I told you I didn't want any of this getting in the way?" He says stopping her from walking for a moment. "Well even now that we're on the same side it's trying to get in the way" She looks into his eyes and sees he's telling the truth, and her heart softens a bit.

She's slightly worried that he's making her soft, destroying the walls around her heart. It's why she wasn't willing to try anything with him at first, because emotions in their line of work are dangerous.

"Okay" she smiles "let's go to those markets hmmm?"

"Aye" he grins and they walk on the air lighter once more.

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The air is getting cooler as the day progresses, the sky clouding over once more, but Emma seems perfectly content to continue pursuing the stalls. She hasn't bought anything as they've wandered, just looks at the items like jewellery and such then continues on. There's one item he noticed her gaze stay on for longer than a few seconds and on a whim he bought it, thinking to give it to her later on. He hopes she'll accept the little silver swan pendant.

"The weather's turning to shite again" says one of the stall keepers, drawing Killian from his thoughts.

"It is isn't it" Emma replies looking at some coloured ribbons in front of her "I spent almost two weeks riding in this type of weather 'twas not a pleasant experience, for me or the horse"

"Rubbish luck tha' would've been" the man laughs "wha' say I give ya some ribbons for free eh?" he smiles with a look in his eye that makes Killian uncomfortable.

"I've no use for ribbons but thank you" she smiles and begins to wander from the stall. The man's smile falters as she walks away, not aware that Killian is eyeing him warily. "Killian!" Emma calls after he stood there for too long. He moves away from the stall, eyeing the man once more before he turns away.

"There's something off about that man" he says as he catches up to her, not turning back as they leave the market area.

"You don't say" she huffs "I mean who the hell offers up free shit? Someone who clearly doesn't own the stall and doesn't care where the money goes. Not to mention the blood on his sleeve and the vibes he was giving off"

"Hmmm you're right, but I didn't see any blood" there wasn't any blood he thinks. He didn't see any on either sleeve, probably wasn't paying enough attention.

"That's because you don't have the sense" she mumbles looking behind them.

He'd ask more but when she looks back to face him, he can see on her face that she saw something she didn't like. And it's most likely the man from the stall following them, though he knows better than to look back and find out. So they continue along until they reach a side street that curves away from the safe house.

They walk a few metres down the empty street before she stops and looks back the way they came then back to him. "I need you to wait here" she says looking back down the street again.

"What?" his brow furrows, confusion obvious in his tone.

"Trust me" she smiles then turns toward the wall, climbing it in quick progression and disappearing onto the roof top.

Minutes pass as he stands in the small street, trying to think of what her plan may be, but before long the man that was following them showed his face at the opening of the alley way. It's not the man from the stall though, no this man is much bigger but light on his feet as he walks toward Killian, drawing swords from his belt. He just hopes Emma's plan was to draw the man in and not just abandon him without a weapon.

"Seems the pretty assassin girl's left her boy toy without a weapon" the hulking man taunts with a vindictive grin.

"Seems so" he smiles, backing up slowly. He trusts Emma hasn't just left him, just hopes she'll enact her plan sooner rather than later.

A small item falls to the ground between them and the area fills with smoke, burning his eyes and throat as it engulfs them. He hears a grunt and the sounds of fists meeting flesh but can't see anything, still blinded by the smoke around him.

As the smoke clears his eyes focus on the body of the man taking his final breath. Blood drips from the hidden blade strapped to Emma's wrist as she stands above the now cooling corpse. "Are you okay?" she asks after a moment of heavy silence.

"Aye" he studies her face for a moment noticing her split lip and cut eyebrow "we should probably go get those cleaned up"

"Yeah and get indoors before the weather worsens" she laughs, wincing when she touches her thumb to her spilt lip.

"Aye" he smiles and they walk out of the alley, leaving the body there.

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As they reach the doorway of the safe house the rain starts to poor heavier, fat drops of water replacing the light drizzle that accompanied them there.

"I think we'll wait the weather out here before returning to the sanctuary" she says as a growl of thunder moves through the sky.

"That would probably be a good idea" he smirks "now let's get those cuts cleaned up hmmm?"

She rolls her eyes but follows him through the quiet house, dropping herself unceremoniously onto the chase as he lights the candles around the room. It's been a long few weeks and she's glad to finally relax again, after all it's not something she gets to do very often.

She watches Killian as he wanders across the room grabbing wood for the fire place, setting it up in a pile with kindling. It must be difficult with only one hand, especially when he isn't use to it yet.

"You need a hand with that?" she asks seconds before the fire place is lit up.

"No" he smiles walking out of the room to get a wash basin and something to clean her cuts. He said he wanted to do it so she's letting him.

"How'd you do all that with one hand?" she asks as he puts the basin on the coffee table in front of her. He smirks as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a little flint and steel device the lamp lighters use and waves it in front of her. "And how'd you get that" she knows he didn't have it before they went out.

"Pickpocketed the lamp lighter we passed before we got here" he says still smirking as he sits in front of her next to the wash basin.

She watches him as he concentrates on cleaning her up, his eyes focused on the small cut on her eyebrow and the slightly larger one on her lip. She can't help but stare at his bright blues eyes and see the adoration he has for her there, or muse at the way his hair stands at funny angles after the wind had mussed it.

"Done" he smiles after the long stretch of silence.

She smiles at him, unconsciously licking her lips. "I'm ah… I'm gonna call it a night" she mumbles before getting up. His smile falters as she moves toward the door "would you like to join me?" she asks pausing in the doorway and turning to him. She doesn't mean it like that and the look on his face says he knows that, but he lit up none the less.

She merely wants someone to hold her and he's perfectly content with the idea.

He holds her close to him, their bodies in a similar position to how they awoke that morning and she sighs contentedly as she drifts off to sleep.

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In another part of London

"So Jones is with the Assassins?" Mr Gold asks, his tone angry and impatient.

"yes he was with tha' woman, tha blonde one tha' he freed" the man says, shifting uncomfortably under the Templar Grandmaster's gaze.

"I told you he was" Isaac's voice piped up "he tried to kill me a few weeks ago, same day I killed that other one. He was wearing the robes and all"

"I'm sure he was" Gold says pouring himself a drink "and what of the other man we sent to aid you?" he addresses the man.

"I'm not sure wha' 'appened to him bu' I'm assuming he's dead"

"You don't think he succeeded tailing them?" he asks calmly. He may seem calm on the outside but he's an inferno on the inside, rage at Jones' betrayal clouding his mind with fury.

"No" the man shakes his head.

"Thank you for your help then" he says, looking at Spencer. A second later a sword is driven into the man's back and he collapses to the ground, gurgling blood onto the rug.

"So how are we going to take care of Jones and the other Assassins?" Isaac asks after a moment.

"We're not" Mr Gold states "we're going to continue our search for the Apple, the piece of Eden."

"And if we don't get the Assassin's attention they won't be able to stop us" spencer adds.

"With our fellows in the West Indies searching for the observatory and us continuing the search for the Apple, well… soon enough the Assassins won't know what hit them" Gold says before he downs his drink.

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