So I saw some other author's doing this- Oh who am I kidding, I'm sort of a copycat..but I love to share music with people, and in return be introduced to new songs that I may have never heard of before.

It's not easy love, but you've got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand 'cause friends will be friends
Right till the end

Friends will be Friends, Queen, released in 1986,

I should really get the prize for 'Stupidest Idea of the Year'. Truly, I should. Who else, would get themselves out in the rain, in Rome, with no place to go, no place to stay? Coupled with the weather that was slightly turning colder, the wound I still had not addressed, and only having a pair of robes to keep me warm, I was becoming a serious contender. Why didn't I go apologise to Ezio? You may ask. Well, I may be quiet in nature..but I am really stubborn when I want to be. One of those traits I had inherited off my father- my gentle nature supposedly from my it was sometimes a useful trait to have, other times, not so much. Just one of the perks of being me, I suppose. Traits both positive and negative, coming together (along with chromosomes and genes and the like) to make what ended up as me.

So here I was, crouched on a roof, hiding in one of the piles of hay. It kept me hidden, safe, but was very itchy especially when it got wet. I learned that the hard way, unfortunately. I had no florins to my name, so I couldn't even rent an inn room out. Sensible people had stayed indoors, meaning there was no one to help, and coupled with the time, the normally bustling streets of Rome were empty. I couldn't go to Monteriggioni either- making the trip to Monteriggioni now would be perilous for me. I didn't need to be from this time to know ..was staying out in the cold any better. Hypothermia...someone finding me and stabbing me in the middle of the night...over falling asleep on my horse and getting stabbed, freezing and getting attacked by bandits. Staying in Rome seemed to be a better option for now. I curled up tighter in a ball, trying to conserve body heat, but also keeping my hands open in case I needed to attack for whatever reason. It could never hurt to be prepared. Most people assume that Italy would be warm, even in early March. Certainly warmer then places like Scotland, or even Germany. But nope. I would really appreciate a nice, fuzzy, blanket, and the nice cosy warm temperature of a house. But the chances of that was low. And I mean really low. I had a choice to make..go for a run, and try to keep warm, stay huddled and possibly freeze, or go and apologise to Ezio. Fury still boiled throughout my veins, and I held firmly onto the belief that he should apologise to me- even if everything was blown out of proportion because of a little joke I had made. Staying huddled didn't seem to be doing much for me, so running it was. Perhaps I could let of some steam that way- or gain some florins or something.

Well, I'm beginning to regret that little thing I overlooked earlier. Remember that little wound? It got infected. I think. Maybe? I don't know. Can people know that for sure? Oh how I wished I paid attention during first aid fever was beginning to set in. Or at least, I thought it was. Am I delusional in assuming a fever is here? Or is it delusional to think it's not coming? My sinuses feel like shi- is that Dad? I blinked as I look in front of me, rubbing my rib slowly. I could feel the wound stretching out with every step, and I could feel the blood trickling down. You know how you instinctively know your bleeding, like when you get a paper cut? Yeah like that. He walked out into the middle of the street, heading towards God knows where. In all my intelligence, I didn't consider two things – A, why was he in Rome millions of years before he was born, and B, why was he alive?! The former being more pressing then the latter. I jumped off of the roof, landing awkwardly on my leg, before pursuing him. I needed to know why he was here...or if he was real. I didn't even know if he was real...or fake...or an illusion. Actually I think the last two have similar either way,I couldn't miss my chance. I had so many things to say to him..to say sorry for not being able to say goodbye, sorry for not being able to do something about it, notable to prevent it, sorry for him not being able to see me grow up. He kept on running, and I pursued helplessly. No matter how hard I ran, my chest rattling, I just couldn't keep up. I wasn't fast enough. I tried not to shove too many people aside as I sprinted as hard as I could, my lungs expanding and contracting rapidly. Dad stopped near the edge of a little cliff, before turning back towards me.

He looked the same he did, all those years ago, blue eyes boring into mine, his brown thin beard still tinged with ginger. His slightly darker then average skin, and the tattoo of my name and birthday on his right arm. He always told me that Mum would have joked that he couldn't have remembered my birthday otherwise. But either way, for the ten years I knew him, he never forgot my was dressed in his favourite pink shirt, with the little bird symbol in the corner, and his favourite shorts. I missed him so much..I wished I could see him again. He beckoned towards me, and I approached hesitantly. It could be a trap..but nobody knew what my father looked like, not even Ezio. But I missed him so much..it would hurt if I missed my chance to talk to him, to hug him again once more. Was he proud of me? Of the woman I had become? He nodded and I made my mind up and approached him. He walked backwards a step, and as I focused on him, everything in the background became negligible. He kept taking these minor steps back, and I followed with minor steps forward. Without thinking too much, I soon realised that I wasn't exactly on any ground anymore. My dad turned to wave goodbye at me, slowly floating into the ground as I felt my stomach sink.

"Dad!"

I cried out once more when he didn't cease his floating. He just ignored me, and I felt something rush and grab my hood harshly, yanking me back from the edge. My eyes were streaming and the pit of loss I had felt when I was grieving made it's comeback. I didn't care how weak I was probably seen as now, nor did I care about my throat begging for mercy. It was like all those years ago again- I was nothing but a ten year old girl who had lost her last parent, howling in anguish and in pain. Someone cradled me, crooned softly to me, as I lost my last cling to sanity, wishing nothing more then to just let out all my emotions and to see my family once more.

Ezio's P.O.V

When Isa ran out of the window, gut wrenching guilt filled in my stomach immediately. She had been doing a good deed- yet I was a stronzo and practically bit her head off as a result. It was just out of-dare I say it- love. And I don't mean the 'fuck-em-and-leave-em' kinda love, as I was known for in my younger days, no the 'I want to spend my life with you' kind of love. And the reason I knew? I felt the same that I did when I was with Cristina..before her untimely passing. The feeling of becoming a love sick puppy, the love pooling up and around my stomach, the worry about her becoming the forefront of my mind. Despite my profession of love, it took me a short time to go after her- round about five hours. I had looked out the window, but I noticed that the sky was cast over, dreary, and altogether reflecting my current mood. The weather displayed my personal emotions right about now, but also did a good job of reflecting my guilt. I had promised to her I'd look after her, promised Mario the same thing, yet I let anger cloud my judgement, yelled out harsh words without thinking, and pushed her into running away. She didn't even have any money with her- we had both agreed that I should look after it for fear of being targeted by pickpockets, me being more versed in dealing with them. She hadn't even eaten since lunch- okay you know what? We both said some harsh things, but I will swallow my pride and go see if I can find her. Who knows what she could be doing now- she could be freezing, injured, or even unconscious being taken advan- let's not go there Ezio.

Mind made up, I went out of the window after her, my sight switched over to Eagle Vision. I could see the impression of her heading out of the window, slowly jumping from building to building. She certainly had improved since her training, and was no longer in fear of falling, which was good for me. God knows what I would find otherwise- and it wasn't a pretty image either way. According to the left over impression of her, she was either consciously or unconsciously favouring her left side, putting pressure on her right side. Her hair flew wildly behind her, as she hopped from rooftop to rooftop, and I followed the apparition closely behind. It wasn't hard for me to keep up, all things considered, because of the fact that she had obviously hurt herself at some point. But when? When we were exploring the tomb? When we had the argument? Sometime after? She could be bleeding out right now for all I knew- I had no idea the extent of her injuries nor how she was in general. And all because of some damn stuck up pride. After half an hour of seeing and following the apparition, and only wanting to see her again, I arrived at one of the rooftop pile of grass. It was scattered all over the ground, and even in the suddenly arriving dark, I could tell that someone had been in there. My thoughts were quickly affirmed by the figure climbing in, where she laid still, knees tucked into her chest, but her hands out width the bundle. She must've stayed like that for a while, freezing cold and injured. If you looked at the hay grains closely, you could see minuscule beads of blood, which somewhat reassured me that she couldn't be bleeding too heavily. But she still could need medical attention, which I couldn't do unless I knew where she is. My only choice was to keep tracking her, and hope my Eagle Vision wouldn't lead me wrong. It never had before.

I had finally caught up to her, the familiar figure of Isa jogging seamlessly through the empty deserted streets of Rome. I didn't know why she was running..I only knew she wasn't running away from anyone, I had made sure the streets were empty during my tracking of her. She was limping still, which was slightly more noticeable then it had been prior. Still no visible blood, but her face was shrouded by her hood, not permitting me to see her condition. I pursued, eager to try and earn her forgiveness, especially as I treated her like crap. Even I could see that.I also wanted to make sure that her wound, no matter how little, would get looked at. I didn't yell for fear of alerting someone we didn't want to know we were here, but also in case I ruined whoever she was chasing after. So I silently followed above her, remaining shrouded in the shadows, obscured from people's views unless they strained their eyes to see me, or had some form of vision like me and Isa had. After a period of aimless tailing, she came to a sudden stop near one of the many minor cliffs that surrounded Rome. She paused, her entire demeanour changing. Her stance slipped into an unsteady one- one that was nervous. It was a stance that I had seen before- the one she had constantly inhabited when she first arrived here. But we had worked through it, and her stance had changed to one more confident. If her body language was that of being nervous or scared, it would be likely that her enemies wouldn't be afraid of her, respect her, or underestimate her..which I suppose would work in her favour I guess. Her hands which were dropped by her side, were clenching in and out quickly, and from this angle it seemed like she was breathing heavily, in and out. She began to slowly approach the cliff, which made me jump to conclusions. Was she considering suicide? She kept approaching the cliff, and instead of frighting her, causing her to do the action, I jumped down swiftly and sprinted towards her, trying my best to fight, and run as fast as I could to get to her. I would not let her go down this path dammit!

I was afraid that I wouldn't make it in time, as time itself seemed to slow down around me. She kept walking, and as I slowly got closer, covering the seemingly endless distance, I could hear her mumbling 'Dad'. But she said that her Dad was dead..is she in her right mind? Even if he was alive, from what she had told me, he would be born in millions of years. I willed my legs to run faster- it may not be particularly high, but if she fell at a bad angle she could very well end up dead. She was standing by the edge of the cliff, her right hand reaching out towards something that wasn't there- giving me the chance I needed to catch up. Just as she seemed to walk off, I lunged for the nearest thing I could grab- her hood. I hooked it with my right hand, and yanked her back, catching her in my arms. She was shaking, her breathing shaky and erratic, and when I placed my hand to her head, it was blazing hot. Hotter then what was normal- and I could tell, despite not being a Doctore. She shook and sobbed in my arms, screaming out 'Dad', and tears flooded down her cheeks like a river.

"Va bene Tesoro, ti prometto che starai bene. Per favore sii calmo, sarò qui per proteggerti."

I rocked her, cradling her, as a mother would do a newborn babe. She kept howling, in fear and anguish which I had never heard from her before. I knew that she hadn't told me everything surrounding her family, but as I knew some sort of sympathy, I gave her the privacy she probably wanted. I never wanted to push, for fear of upsetting her or angering her. Which is what I inadvertently did anyways..I angered her by only wanting her to be safe. She continued to cry for a short period of time, before she lulled to sleep, exhausted as a result of her emotions running rampant. Carefully cocooning her in my arms, I started the jog back to the impromptu Assassin Hideout. Perhaps one of the apprentices could go out and get a Doctore for me while I tried to look after the currently unconscious Isa.

Lied on the bed, dressed only in her shirt and a pair of shorts, laid Isa, a cold wet flannel placed on her head in an attempt to cool her down. Her fever was a result of her wound getting infected- a wound which wouldn't have been deadly if it had been treated soon after it being inflicted. But because it had been neglected, and the cold spell in the rain didn't help, it slowly became encased in pus, blood marring the outside of the little cut, and caused her body to start fighting it. The Doctore also theorised that she was hallucinating as a result of the wound- which could be the reason for her trying to walk off the little cliff. And as selfish as it may seem, I honestly wished that [that] was the cause. Because if I had driven her to suicide by one little action..I would never forgive myself. And I'm pretty sure my Uncle wouldn't forgive me either. The Doctore was unable to tell when she would wake up, only that she would. I had strict instructions to replace her bandages every six hours, and clean the wound while doing so in order to increase the chance of her infection going. And to also dab some medicine to help heal it. He also said to come and get him once more when she had woken up, so that he could make sure there was no lasting damage. And I was all too happy to oblige.

She looked so strange just sitting there, still as a painting. It was unnerving- but like the curse of a devil, you should be careful of what you wish for. She stirred slightly, but her eyelids still seemed heavy. They opened a fraction, her half hidden pupils fighting to be seen. She still was pale, and still seemed out of it. Another thing the Doctore had warned me about- she may have brief bouts of consciousness but may seem confused or out of it. And this seemed to be one of those..if her looks is anything to go by.

"Padre?"

I blinked unexpectedly. It was the first time I had heard her address her father in Italian. I knew that her father was from Italian descent, but usually she referred to him using the English equivalent of Father. I was unsure what to say..so I'd just calm her the best I could. We didn't want her wound to tear open just as she was on the mend once more.

"No..It's me Ezio."

I murmured reassuringly as I could, and I could hear an apprentice (few as there were) bringing in a plate of food for me. I nodded in his direction, and he backed out of the room gracefully and quietly. Isa blinked, and looking sleepily at me, just sunk deeper into her bed relaxed as she could be.

"oh...Ezio"

That must've been all the energy she could currently muster, her eyes closing once more, and she settled into a deep sleep, her peaceful mask of a face only accompanied by the occasional scowl. Whether of pain or just because of a dream, I didn't know. I untensed, and tried to force myself to relax, but even though I knew I was somewhat safe, I couldn't let myself relax with Isa in this state. I don't know whether it was a result of the guilt, or the fact that she was an easy target, but I just couldn't settle. I lent back in my chair, and watched her, reminding myself to change her bandages in five and a half hours. Very specific I know. I was prepared to be here for hours upon hours- prepared to stay awake as if the sheer willpower would make Isa wake up from within the prison of her mind. I looked at her hidden blades on the bedside cabinet, and picked them up, making sure that everything would be in pristine condition by the time she awoke.

Translations

Decisioni Sfavorevoli - Unfavorable Decisions

Stronzo - Asshole

Doctore – Doctor

Va bene Tesoro, ti prometto che starai bene. Per favore sii calmo, sarò qui per proteggerti. - It's okay Sweetheart, I promise you'll be fine. Please be calm, I will be here to protect you.

Author's Note

LATE LATE LATE. SO LATE. Sorry guys, I've been so busy lately, and to make it worse this chapters one of my shortest. Geez. I'll try to make the next one longer- and I even have something planned for Isa while she's 'hallucinating because of a fever and doesn't thing before she says'.

Don't own either Friends will be friends or Assassin's Creed, bla bla bla.

Have fun with whatever you guys have planned, and thanks for reading.

~Cait