(A/N: Alright, I hadn't planned on breaking this into 3 sections, but I don't like having chapters that exceed around 2,000 words at a time.)

The Kenways and Altair got to the towering skyscraper, and from a quick check, they were the first versions of themselves here. Still they were on high alert, at least Haytham and Altair, Connor on the other hand never really seemed prepared for anything. The entire building was void of any life and uncomfortably quiet. Being just a few steps from the elevator a slow clap echoed off every wall. Turning around the group saw 'Other Haytham' standing in the middle of the entryway.

"Congratulations on disappointing me, you're all late."

Haytham was getting annoyed with himself. "How the hell did you even get here so fast?"

Before 'Other Haytham' could say anything there was a Italian voice from above. "Leonardo found a way to turn on one of your cars without a key, he's such a genius, and then Mr. Kenway is very good with directions. And we didn't stop for anything, not even that lunatic wielding an axe."

Everyone looked up to see 'Other Ezio' hunched in the rafters. Then he immediately covered his mouth, but right after he said. "Oh wait this was supposed to be an aerial assassination, I shouldn't have..." There was a gunshot and the Italian imposter fell from the ceiling and hit the floor with a bone shattering 'CRACK' as well as the 'SPLAT' as all his cranial fluid poured from the back of his broken skull.

'Other Haytham' was reloading his old-fashioned pistol. "What a pathetic excuse for an assassin. At least I won't have to hear his narcissistic babblings anymore."

At this 'Other Connor' came out of his hiding place behind a receptionist's desk. "Why did you do that!?"

Instead of stating the obvious which was "At this point the writer just wants to be done with this and simply didn't have time to deal with 'Other Ezio'." 'Other Haytham' rolled his eyes at 'Other Connor'. "You say that like I've done something wrong."

"Because killing with no reason is wrong!"

"I had my reasons. One of them is that he failed to follow directions. Just like someone else who's job is to stop these imposters from leaving the room."

'Other Connor' took a moment to realize he was the 'someone else'. The trio had slowly inched their way to the elevator, but was held up by the horrifyingly long wait time. Pulling back his bow string 'Other Connor' pointed an arrowhead at them. "Trust me, I don't want to kill you unlike my sadistic father..."

'Other Haytham' made a quick point. "Sadism is deriving pleasure from another's pain, I'm merely...efficient."

"Efficient killing is genocide."

"If you want to talk genocide that's more of a topic for Mr. Washington, seeing as how he burned your village on a couple of occasions." If 'Other Haytham' had a cup of tea he would have taken a sip while muttering 'But that's none of my business'.

Haytham laughed without thinking about having attention drawn back to the group. "Speaking of burning, that was a sick one on the first President."

'Other Haytham and Connor' were in sync for once. "He becomes PRESIDENT?!"

"Uh...spoiler alert?"

Altair had been watching as the lit up numbers got smaller and smaller. So when the elevator 'DING'-ed he pulled Connor and Haytham back just as the doors were sliding apart, and before they had time to fully open he hit on of the higher floors. This all happened in the time it took for the 'Other' people to even react to what was going on. As soon as they did though...

Before Connor could stand up in the elevator there was another gunshot. He looked around to see that Altair was fine, but his father was shocked. Thankfully it was for a reason other than being shot. "Those poor fish! I told them that that having an elevator surrounded by fish tanks was a bad idea."

Then with the aquarium glass gone an arrow was easily lodged into the glass elevator only two inches from anyone's face. A faint 'dammit' could be heard as the elevator escalated out of view from the entryway and the arrow was broken off. Letting out a sigh Altair relaxed against the back of the tiny box. "That was too close for my comfort."

Connor was shaking like a leaf next to him. "This whole night has been out of my comfort zone."

Haytham gave him a quick shoulder pat. "Don't worry though, it should all be over soon. By the way Altair, good job on picking a floor number, you're actually one above where we need to be, but that's fine because I can just hit this button and we'll be on the proper floor." Altair gave a nod of acknowledgement and Haytham continued. "Alright, so I have our plan. As soon as we get off we run down the first hallway and take a left. The door that we'll be looking for is the fifth one on the right. Inside there'll be the portal in the middle and the computer should be nearby. The program should already be good to go the only thing is to start it. The password is...'Pompompuppies', please don't ask me why I was not in charge of passwords."

After what felt like an anxious eternity the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. What was expected was a trashed hallway with flickering lights, but everything was in pristine condition. Haytham and Altair checked the area while Connor was stepping out of the elevator. After assuring their assumptions that the coast was clear Altair and Haytham still urged Connor to hurry his slow tentative pace. Altair had already turned the corner by the time father and son got there. He was standing by the fifth door, tapping his foot, when he saw them. "When you mentioned run in your plan I thought that meant we'd actually be running."

Haytham walked casually with Connor beside him past the first three doors. "Well...I guess I did, but really there's no need. I mean those dopplegangers couldn't possibly..."

The door they just passed swung open and lo and behold it was the same adversaries.

Haytham pushed Connor behind him and pulled out his sword. "How in the bloody fucking hell!?"

'Other Haytham' caught his breath. "There's more than one elevator idiot! Only this one pushed the wrong button and we had to run up a flight of stairs. Now,", he straightened himself, "if you wouldn't mind dying without a struggle, that would be much appreciated."

Connor hid behind his dad and whispered. "What do we do now?"

"Well I'm guessing they're going to fight us."

"I can't fight!"

"I know, that's why you're going to run to the door, and you and Altair are going to end this. I'll try and give you as much time as I can."

Connor grabbed his dad's arm. "No way, I've seen enough movies to know what that means. I don't want you to die like this."

Haytham smiled at him. "Well if you and Altair do your jobs properly these two should become nothing more than dissolved particles of air before I have anything but a scratch."

At the same time the alternate Kenways finished their own strategy. Both families stared at each other and then 'Other Connor and Haytham' charged. Connor hesitated a moment because something unexpected happened. Instead of both attackers coming head on 'Other Haytham' got behind his counterpart by running along the wall. Haytham turned around to shout something to Connor, who was thankfully running at this point. But when Connor glanced back all he saw was himself putting a tomahawk in his father's head.

Then his eyes focused on the 'Other Haytham' about to slice him in two. Seconds before Altair deflected the attack with his wrist blade and then kicked the adversary back. Connor felt himself being thrown into the room and could hear Altair shouting. "The computer Connor! Get to the computer!"

Still feeling numb from the most recent event Connor picked himself up off the floor and found the computer hooked up on the right side. He typed in the ridiculous password and looked up to see how Altair was doing. His friend was defending against 'Other Haytham's' every slash. Connor turned back to the screen. There were a few pop up notifications that he had to search through to find the one that said 'Initiate Termination'. Connor moved the mouse over the 'yes' option and clicked it. However there was a percentage bar that filled him with dread. What if it didn't reach 100% fast enough? He and Altair would surely be dead. In the split second he was contemplating their inevitable deaths he heard someone hit the floor.

Altair was on his back with the tip of a sword pointed at his chest. 'Other Haytham' stood triumphantly over him. "I won't lie, I do plan on enjoying killing you and proving that Templars are far superior to you ignorant assassins."

'Other Connor' had stepped into the doorway. "Father stop! We don't have to kill them!"

'Other Haytham' didn't even give his son a glance. "No? Then what do you propose we do?"

"We...we can just leave them be and destroy all their technology."

"Ah yes, because that worked out so well with the tea party right?"

'Other Connor' looked embarrassed. "It's...I don't want to kill anyone else."

"Aren't you an assassin? It's in your title to..."

"I know! But...that man, the one that looks like you. You...you said he would put up a fight, but...he didn't."

"So? That made it an easier kill."

"Easier!?" 'Other Connor' seemed genuinely upset. "You didn't watch him die! It...it was like I had killed you."

'Other Haytham' finally looked at his son. They made eye contact and for the first time it was obvious that they cared for each other. The very next moment a light flashed through the room and any trace that they had been there was gone.

Sitting across the lunch table Connor cut off Altair. "Okay that's enough! I'm not even going to let you finish with some 'we're the only survivors' nonsense. Altair...do...do you even understand the question?"

Altair glanced to the side and then back to Connor. "Of course."

"Are you sure?" Connor leaned closer. "Because I asked you three different times and your answers aren't getting any better."

"You're right. The quality has been declining."

"When I ask "What are you doing for Halloween?" what I mean is are you going to a party? Are you trick-or-treating? Or are you just staying home? It's a really simple question that doesn't require any of these crazy stories."

"I haven't told any crazy stories."

"The zombies? The murder mystery? Whatever the heck this was!"

"They aren't stories. They're alternate universes, you know, AUs." Then Altair looked out the nearest window as the dismissal bell rang. "Inside of an AU."

(A/N: Right off the bat I want to apologize that this year's special sucked. I mean hey, I'm submitting it a whole day late and it still sucks. That's okay though! Because hopefully this will be the last year I'll subject you readers to this kind of torture...hopefully. Anyway I hope you enjoyed, but if you didn't I don't blame you. :P Hope all of you had a Happy Halloween [if you celebrate it]!)