Hey people! Thanks to anyone who takes the time to read this fanfic! This is my first story so... please review and let me know how to get better at writing. This chapter is a bit longer but not much. I don't seem to be very good at long chapters.

Chapter 2

Ezio crouched on his vantage point, observing his surroundings. The two newcomers were certainly strange. Their accents were odd and their clothing even more bizarre. But they, like the rest of the people around them were looking more at the guards and men he had killed then up at him. And at any rate he had switched buildings from the first one he had climbed up and was hidden in shadow.

The man he was going to hunt down… Fiorentino. He was a leader in a group of Templars, and was desperately chasing down the Apple. And if he obtained the Apple free will would be gone. He thirsted for power and did not care how he got it. For all that however, the man did not seem to realize who he was dealing with. The guards around his allies had been amateurs, and Ezio was surprised by the ease with which he dispatched them. True, he was a professional but most guards required a bit more effort than that. All in all it was looking like this was going to be an easy task.

But back to the strangers. It would not do to have an unknown group of people in the midst of this. They were clearly curious and he did not want them meddling in his affairs. Furthermore they seemed shocked at the killings. Where were they from that death was so foreign a concept? The girl seemed never to have watched a fight before and obviously not one that ended in death and bloodshed. On the subject of bloodshed the edges of his gauntlets with the blades were getting worn. Normally he would have simply changed the leather there but Ezio did not wish to interfere with the mechanism for his hidden blades. It was time to go see a friend.

…

"Leonardo? Are you in there?" The assassin called, rapping on a wooden door. There was a muted sound from inside before the door opened.

"Ah! Ezio! Come in my friend. I hear you have been busy today."

Ezio nodded "Yes. Tomorrow as well. I have nearly finished with this small group of Templars though their foolishness still startles me."

"Si, chasing the Apple. But what brings you here? I assume it is not just to converse with me." Leonardo asked as he cleared his desk. "Are your hidden blades acting up again?"

"No. They are merely getting worn. The leather could do with replacing but I do not know how to do so without harming the hidden blades."

"Ah. Very well, I will have it done soon. In the mean time I built some dummies for you to practice on. Every time you come you are in a hurry and in such situations practice will not hurt you any. Try the techniques you learnt from the last Codex page I decoded for you."

Ezio nodded and walked into the room in the back of Leonardo's house where his friend had set up an area for him to practice. He would search out the strangers after his blade was back and he had killed his next target.

…

The Doctor knelt beside one of the dead guards. He was one of the ones that the dark-robed man had slain, seemingly but just by putting his hand on the guard's chest. At first suspecting some sort of alien technology the Doctor had been expecting to find no trace of the attack on the man, excluding the bruise where he had been punched. But the front of his shirt was covered in blood. And there was a deep wound in the dead flesh, similar to that of a knife. "What's wrong? You have that face that means that something bad is going to happen."

The Doctor frowned. Had he always been so predictable in his facial muscles? No time to worry about it now. "Yes there is something wrong. These men have just been killed and the fancy two murdered. But look around you Pond. People are upset yes. But not shocked. This has happened before. Which is very, very bad. Men are getting killed in daylight by that person we just saw leave. And as far as we know he has no reason." The Doctor was worried now. They had only just arrived and already seven men were dead- the five guards and the 'fancy two' they had been guarding.

"How do we know this isn't some blood feud thing? You know, Montagues and Capulets sort of stuff?" Amy demanded. Then a voice interrupted them.

"You don't know?" It was a village woman, speaking in an Italian accent. "Must be new around here. That was the Assassin. He fights for all the freedom of the people here. Free will. It is thanks to him that the nobles have not taken control of everybody." The way she described him the Assassin was both admiring and a tad fearful. To be expected the Doctor supposed. The man was, after all, a killer.

"That gives him no right to kill people! A life is a life!"

"Yeah well he clearly does not see it that way Doctor." Amy's voice sounded from behind him, slightly nervous. "And right now instead of playing 'solve the mystery of the killer' I say we get out of here. There is a pretty big group of guards coming and you are kneeling over the bodies. Unless you can sonic them all at once…" The Doctor looked up. Amy was right there was a group of guards hurrying forward. They did not look happy. Maybe he should think next time before kneeling down next to a body in a murder scene. Especially since only the villagers had seen the assassin's kill and they clearly were not ready to talk to a group of guards. Already the people were dispersing.

"Good point. Back to the TARDIS Pond!" The two took off running, darting around the corner and stopping next to the blue box. Shoving the door open they darted inside. Just as Amy was about to speak again she tripped and knocked a knob on the console. "Don't touch that! It's the time collaborator we could end up-" His words were broken off by the shuddering of the TARDIS as it slowly disappeared. Everything shook and a familiar wheezing noise filled the air. The Doctor held onto a handle on the console, Amy to a rail on the side. After a good while of wheezing and shaking and general time-travel noises the TARDIS seemed to settle down. They had landed. Amy ran an opened the door. They were in the same place!

Well… not exactly the same. The street seemed a bit more worn. Just then the women they had spoken to about the Assassin passed by. She didn't look much older, maybe only a year or two. A man walked by her side now. So they had been away. But not for very long it seemed. But why was nobody glancing at them? Normally a blue box coming out of thin air attracted some attention. Then he realized that they had landed in a dark alley, branching off from the road. Few glanced their way, and when someone did they were shrouded in shadow. As for the wheezing noise the bustling of the people in the street covered that fairly well. But… to end up in the same place like that with the TARDIS… and only one or two years different was nearly unheard of.

"She must really want us here." The Doctor murmured. He stepped forward, Amy following him.

"Well at least we are in the same place. How long were we gone for? Ten years?" She was clearly thinking of when he had returned after visiting her childhood self. He had screwed up the timing then, coming in when she was an adult, no longer a child. As usual the Doctor was oblivious to what she was saying.

"We actually came back to the same place. And only a street or two difference? That should be impossible. And with no collaborating when you knocked the switch. The TARDIS must have put a lot of effort into getting us back here…"He trailed off muttering scientific terminology under his breath. Amy glared at him. She hated it when he did this, when he went into stupid science rants nobody else could understand. Just when she was about to try and get him to come back to the real world he asked; "Do you think that Assassin is still here?"

"I don't know we only just landed! And how long have we been away? Answer the question!" The Doctor was about to reply when a voice came from behind them.

"About one and a half years. Now who are you and what do you want?" The speaker sounded wary, puzzled and annoyed. The voice itself sounded rough and distinctly Italian. They turned to see a man behind them. It was the Assassin from their first visit.