A/N: This is a little kinda of emotionally scene. Just presume the jounrey back from to the burea was a average trip with no set backs or anything and it's about midnight and you sat outside in the assassin's courtyard, everything is quiet and everyone in the city is asleep. Including the Templar's and the Assassin Burea leader. You are sat by yourself and fully awake, sleep refusing to take hold of you. That is our scene here.

Chatper 5: Part Two : Silence

Rachel's POV

" I miss you."

Silence was my answer.

" Stupid Templars"

Silence again was my answer.

" I loved you only like a best friend could."

My statements were only met with silence.

" I had so much to tell you. We had our lives ahead of us!" It was a whisper.

Still only silence greeted me.

" We could have achieved a lot together, you know?"

Silence.

" I wish you were here with me."

Silence again.

" This adventure, if you can call it that. Might have been worth while, with you by my side."

Silence again but a slight breeze made my fringe caress my face under my hood.

" Was that a yes?"

No breeze this time. Only silence.

" Hmph. Don't talk to me then. You can still listen though." I tried to force a doesn't work.

Silence, I love that sort of answer.

" Listening was never your strong suit. It was always mine. You had a nack for talking though. I just seem to always slip over in any sort with my words. Don't you remember that one time with Letisha?"

I laugh slightly which turns into a choked sob as I hold back tears.

Silence again.

"Maybe when I get back I should tell Altair where we are really from. We never told him did we? That would be a fun explaination. You were always the shy one when explaining something. Remember?"

The wind caressed my face with my fringe again.

"Will you stop doing that? It's kinda annoying."

The wind drifted in and made my fringe stroke my face.I make a strangled gurgle noise.

"That tickles."

I stated it not exclaimed it. What was the point of screaming 'that tickles' and laughing when my only connection to my home was gone and she was either dead or never to be seen again? Sighing, I turn over and try to fall asleep. I do not succeed and I then sit up and say "I'm cold."

I looked around and I cuddled the blankets around me closer and I say once more

" I miss you. I want you back. Please come back to me?"

I then stop choking on my tears and let then run down my face. My voice cracking I whisper;

"Why couldn't it have been me?"