Hey, everybody! Darou here! I won't even bother writing an author's note, you probably already know what I'm going to say. Oh, and I FINALLY added a chapter to my Doctor Who fanfiction, if you'd like to check that out later.

Assassin's Creed and the character Pufftail do not belong to me. Pufftail belongs to my friend Jontaea, and I am writing this fanfiction with her permission. The cameo characters belong to their rightful owners. Rosco was designed by and belongs to me. Please do not use this story or its characters without my permission. Enjoy!

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Chapter 25

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I froze in terror. With Rosco injured, I couldn't leave him here, and I wasn't sure if I could fight off the entire night watch.

"Show yourself!" said a voice as they approached.

I whimpered in defeat.

The sound of footsteps came closer, until...a single gray Norwegian cat stood there, torch in hand. "What are you doing out here? This area is off limits!" he paused when he recognized our robes and weapons. "Assassins!" He cried.

Thinking fast, I snatched Rosco's flintlock and aimed it at the guard.

"Hey, that's mine!"

"Shut up!"

The cat flinched, then grabbed his rifle. He pulled the trigger, yet nothing happened. He whimpered and tried to reload. "Damn it! I knew I should've gotten the upgrade!"

"Put your rifle down!" I ordered.

The guard stared at us with sheer terror, then slowly dropped the gun on the ground and kicked it away. "W-what are you going to do with me?"

I studied him for a moment. I've seen him before. When Rosco and I first arrived here, he was the guard who ran from me, begging for mercy.

"I suggest you leave. Say a word of this, and you'll be sorry!"

The guard nodded and turned to leave, shivering all over.

I noticed that Rosco was barely breathing as he leaned against a tree, his leg laying limp and useless. I don't think I've ever seen him look so weak before.

"Wait!"

The cat turned around with his ears held back, expecting to be shot in the face at any moment.

"My partner," I motioned to the dog next to me, "He needs medical help. Desperately."

"Well, what do you expect me to do?"

"Help him!" I shouted.

"But I can't. If the force finds out, I'll be fired. Or executed!"

I glared as I cocked the gun. "Than you'd better hope you get it done quickly. Or else I'll do the executing."

He whimpered. "But...what do I do?"

"There's a river nearby. Fix his wound."

At the river bank, he cleaned and covered Rosco's wound, at gunpoint the entire time.

It was much worse than I'd expected. The leg was scraped badly, most likely from the rocks at the bottom of the lake, and some burns from the explosion. It was a wonder how he made it this far.

"How do we prevent infection?"

The cat turned to me. "Weren't you trained for these kinds of things?"

I looked away meekly. "I wasn't the best student. Now, answer my question."

"I-I know a doctor who lives at the edge of the city. He sells remedies that are hard to find elsewhere."

"These remedies...do you know how to use them?"

"Yes, but"-

He gave a startled shriek when I shoved the flintlock at his muzzle.

"Take us to him. Now."

"But it's a far ways away. It'll be dawn before we reach him."

I snarled as I grabbed him by the arm and yanked him to his feet. "Start walking."

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Indeed, it was a few hours before the city came up ahead. The sun was rising, and it was getting warmer. The guard led us towards the building in which this 'doctor' lived, avoiding the city in case someone noticed that I was holding a gun at the cat's head.

When we got to the building, we noticed it was quite a ways from the town itself. Shrouded in trees and brush, it was hardly visible.

The cat walked up and knocked on the door.

"Coming!" Called a voice from inside.

The door opened to reveal a raccoon. He gave us a curious look.

"Poof? What are you doing here?"

I turned to the cat. "Poof? That's your name?!"

The guard glared, then led us inside.

"This Assassin is injured."

The raccoon's ears perked up. "Assassin?!" he shrieked. "Get him out of here! Now! If the force finds out, I'll be executed!"

"Relax, I'm not telling the captain," said the cat who was allegedly named Poof.

Honestly, what kind of name is that?

The raccoon sighed. "Alright, what do you need?"

"Whatever remedy you use to prevent infection. What else?"

The doctor rolled his eyes as he grabbed a small bottle off a shelf. It was filled with a dark green liquid. He paused and glanced at the label, then laughed. "Oh, sorry. This is iocane."

"What kind of doctor uses iocane?!" I said in disbelief.

He shrugged. "I like my casserole spicy."

"That's disturbing," Rosco grumbled.

Even when he was close to death, he was a total jerk.

The doctor continued to rummage through some drawers until he finally grabbed a larger bottle, this one with yellow liquid, and walked over toward us. He uncovered Rosco's wound and took the cap off the bottle. "This might sting a little."

Rosco scoffed. "I've been through much more pain than any of your measly patients. I doubt I'll feel a th"-

His sentence was cut short when he cried out as the liquid poured over the gash. Rosco thrashed out, kicking the doctor in the gut. The raccoon doubled over in pain as I tried to hold my partner down.

"Rosco, it's alright! Calm down!"

"Keep him still!"

"No way!" Rosco snarled. "You're a psycho!"

"Well, that's not very nice."

"Stay still!" I yelled.

The doctor went back to tending to his wound, and the dog reacted even more violently this time, desperately trying to escape.

The raccoon looked at me. "You need to distract him."

I thought quickly, not knowing what to do. Rosco was still thrashing about, making it difficult to fix his injury. Poof stood in the corner, his eyes wide as saucers and the fur on his tail standing straight up. Unable to think of any better option, I grabbed Rosco's head with both hands, yanked him towards me, and kissed him.

Immediately, he stilled. The doctor looked at me when he finished.

"I don't think I've ever thought of that before," he said.

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-Darou