A small girl woke up slowly when she heard noises downstairs. It was Christmas Eve, the first one without her parents. The little girl slid out of bed, landing with only a whisper of noise on the floor. She opened the door to her bedroom and crept out. She descended the stairs and into the living room. She was confused and mesmerized at the same time, the room was illuminated with a golden light.
"Hello?" she whispered. She shivered as a breeze of cool air ghosted her skin and chilled her body. Why was the breeze coming from anyway?
"Hello?" she cried. Pain wracked her body as she was thrown back by the bright light.
I sat up quickly and almost fell out of my bed. I patted myself, checking for injuries. When I found none, I relaxed and got out of bed. Soft sunlight poured through the window of my room and I sniffed my clothes.
"Ew, Gross." I mumbled when I smelled how bad they were "I need a bath or maybe a quarantine." I decided to ask Achilles about that and found him downstairs.
"Hey Achilles?" I asked. He turned to look at me.
"Yes Alice?" he asked. I shuffled around a bit and brushed my hair back.
"Can I um...Take a bath somewhere?" I asked quietly. Achilles stared at me before chuckling.
"Take some soap and clean clothes and I will ask Conner to show you a stream to bathe in." he instructed. I nodded and it took me ten minutes to find some soap. I opened some drawers that were filled with clothes and grabbed some. I decided to stick with my loose style and chose a white blouse with a pair of clean leather pants. I went back downstairs to see Achilles and Conner arguing.
"Why should I take her?!" Conner told Achilles. Achilles rolled his eyes, tapping his cane on the floor in frustration.
"Do you expect her to find it herself?" he argued "Now do as I say boy." Conner huffed an I cleared my throat, letting them know I was there. Achilles glanced at me and then looked pointedly at Conner. Conner sighed and started leaving. I stood there before following quickly.
"You really don't like me." I mumbled "Am I that much of a burden to you?" Conner didn't answer, instead he pointed at a stream up ahead.
"You can use that to clean yourself." he said stiffly "I'll be back later to show you the way back." I nodded and he left me to my bath. I waited a while to make sure he was gone before stripping down and standing at the edge of the water. I put my toe in and almost yelped at how cold it was. I closed my eyes and got in quickly, trying to ignore the cold. I started washing myself and soon got used to the temperature. After what seemed like a long time, I decided to get out. I pulled my clean clothes on and wrung my hair out. After re-braiding it, I gathered my things and started to wait for Conner. I found a stick and started drawing pictures in the dirt.
"Ready to go?" asked a familiar voice. I dropped my stick in surprise and whirled around to face Conner.
"Don't sneak up on me like that!" I scolded "You could've given me a heart-attack!"
"My apologies." Conner said. I picked up my things and offered him a small smile. We started heading back to the Homestead. It was quiet before I thought of something that has been nagging me recently.
"Is your real name actually Conner?" I asked. Conner gave me a vaguely surprised look.
"No." he answered. Okaaaay Mr. 'I only respond with short answers unless you're Achilles.'
"I was just wondering because you know, not to sound racist, but Native Americans usually have names that aren't as common as 'Conner' and you're Native American sooooo...yeah." I babbled. The silence between us grew, until Mr. Anti-social himself broke it.
"I'm only half." he told me. Now it was my turn to look at him in surprise. Conner shrugged under my questioning gaze.
"My father is the Templar Master." he informed me "My mother was Native American."
"Oh." was the only thing I was able to manage. Conner was opening up unexpectedly today.
"W-What is your um... Real name?" I asked quietly "I thought I heard your friend say it, but I can't remember." Conner's mouth tightened, it was like he was fighting with himself over how much to tell me.
"Ratonhnhake':ton."
"Ra-what?"
"Ratonhnhake':ton."
"Ra-"
"Ra-doon-ha-kay-doon." he enunciated slowly. I scowled at his patronizing tone and took a deep breath.
"Ra-doon-ha-kay-doon." I repeated, then I smiled "Ratonhnhake':ton. YAS! Eat it Santa Claus! YA BOY!" Conner gave me an odd stare and then smiled slightly.
"Yes, well done." he complimented. I beamed at him and my eyes locked on to his nice brown hair. It looked kinda soft. I wanna braid it.
"You should let me braid your hair." I told him suddenly. His smile dropped.
"What?" he asked, like he didn't hear me. I looked him dead in the eye.
"You." I pointed at him "Should let me." I then pointed at myself "Braid." I made a general hand-motion for braiding "Your." Again I pointed at him "Hair." I patted my head. Conner scowled at me and I rolled my eyes.
"No." he answered shortly. I matched his scowl with one of my own.
"Why?" I demanded. Conner smirked.
"Because I don't want your filthy hands all over my head." he answered arrogantly. Oh that's it. I growled and lunged at him. I took him by surprise and ended up tackling him. We wrestled for a minute or so and he ended up pinning me down. I squirmed and tried to free myself.
"Let go!" I hissed at him. He got off of me and I stood up. I brushed myself off and rolled my eyes, smiling at him. He smiled slightly back and chuckled. We went back to Homestead and there was a man standing outside. Achilles was talking to him, but stopped when he caught sight of Conner and I.
"You've been summoned to Boston." Achilles told us.
"What is my task?" Conner asked. Achilles chuckled and shook his head.
"Not you boy." he said "The girl. A boy named Timothy has requested her aid." I smirked.
"Tell Timothy I'll be there as quick as I'm able." I told the man. The man nodded and set off quickly.
"Since when did you have contacts in Boston?" demanded Conner as soon as the messenger was out of sight. I rolled my eyes and followed Achilles into the Homestead.
"UM. Since I had a thing called 'People skills'?" I said sarcastically "Honestly why should you care? Not like I'm going to get myself killed. Trust me. I checked my agenda and my calender, it was a disappointment for us all." Achilles chuckled and disappeared to do God knows what.
"Death isn't something you should be joking about lightly." Conner pointed out. I whirled around to face him, pent up anger at my situation and currently my life in general flooded out.
"You don't think I know that?!" I shouted at him, rage burning through my veins "You're not the only one who has lost people they love! I will not just stand here and let you scold me over something I've been educated on, but at an unreasonable price! I don't even know why you care so much about what I do! I will go to Boston and help my friend because I have lost everything to this stupid little history lesson I've been thrown into! I don't know why I'm here and I sure as Hell don't care what you think. I met you only a few days ago and you haven't proven a single thing to me. So yeah, excuse me if I don't do something you like." I crossed my arms and glared at Conner, who was standing there. His face was so shocked I'm sure I would've laughed if I wasn't so riled up. Someone coughed and I turned around to see Achilles.
He was holding a bag out to me.
"Some provisions and whatnot for your journey." He informed me "I suggest you take the brown mare in the stables. Conner, you take your regular horse." My eyes widened.
"He will not be accompanying me." I spat "He has no business in my affairs." Achilles shook his head.
"You are being unreasonable my dear." He said "You do not know the way to Boston and I'm too old to accompany you. Besides, a young lady like yourself has no business out on her own." I scowled and accepted the bag grudgingly.
"Fine." I growled "But he will not interfere." I stormed past Conner, purposefully bumping into him which made him scowl.
This was going to be great.
That was sarcasm.
The ride to Boston had been a tense silence and I was more than willingly to keep it. I wasn't going to speak to Conner until he apologized. That however, seemed like something he was incapable of.
"We will have to set up camp." Conner said when it got dark. I just nodded and got my horse to stop. I patted my mare's said and slid off. Conner got off his horse and started setting up camp while I took care of the horses. I was having trouble with the buckle on Conner's horse and Conner noticed.
"Do you need help?" He asked. If I was in a better mood I would've made a sarcastic comment like 'No dip Sherlock', but I was still on my boycott on conversation. I simply shook my head and continued working on unbundling the saddle. I smirked triumphantly when I got it undone. I didn't need some big strong assassin to help me.
When I was done taking care of the horses, Conner had a fire going and laid out some blankets to sleep on. I sat down across from him by the fire. I held my hands out to the flame and let the heat warm my palms. A flame got to close to my hand and I helped when it burned my skin.
"Are you alright?!" Conner asked quickly. I rolled my eyes. Obviously not, but I wasn't going to talk to him until he apologized. I just nodded and put the burned part of my hand in my mouth. I sat there sullenly and sucked on my hand. Conner stared at me and finally gave up.
"I'm going to sleep." He announced. He laid on the blankets and his breath soon evened out, indicating he was asleep. I sat next to the fire for a while longer. I shivered when a breeze brushed my skin. I should have brought my sweatshirt. I sighed when I decided to get some sleep. Unfortunately, Conner was sleeping on the warm looking blankets and I didn't think the ground looked comfortable. I stood up and walked as quietly as possible to Conner and the blankets. I laid as far as possible from Conner and fell asleep.
A/N- Hello! Sorry if there are any mistakes, I'm writing on a tablet 'cause I can't find the charger for my laptop.
*shakes fist* Haytham!
Any who, so yeah. Some Conner/Alice fluff and a huge argument. Alice is super stubborn isn't she? If Conner was being that nice to me after an argument I would've been the one apologizing. Honestly, what is that girl thinking? Conner is God's gift to humanity, minus Templars.
I'm getting off topic again. Dang it.
I wonder what Timothy wants. Mwhahaha!
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