Hello wonderful readers. Sorry if the chapter is not as good as it could be I wrote this at 11-12pm ish and now I have to pack for a plane flight. So yeah. I would normally review it a tad more but as I will probably not update to 3 days or so I wanted to put this up. Personally it annoys me when authors don't update so I am trying to update frequently for any who have taken the time to read my work.

:) That said please read & review! Bye for now!

Chapter 3

The Doctor froze. "You. Why are you here? And why do you remember us if that was over a year ago?"

The man frowned. "I normally remember strangers dressed in outlandish clothing. Though I have not thought about you inn some time. I did not expect you to reappear."

"Yeah well. The Doctor does that. Reappearing unexpectedly." At the first words she said the man's gaze left the Doctor and stared at her.

"Where are you from? Your accent if from nowhere around here nor from the other places I have traveled." Amy froze. It was always hard to explain the time travel to others. And besides that, she did not want to get involved with an Assassin. She rather liked her life and did not want to end up dead. As if reading her mind the Doctor interrupted the stranger before he could continue his questioning.

"Never mind us who are you? The woman said you were an Assassin. A mercenary." He said accusingly. It was well known that the doctor did not like a wanton waste of life. He believed all creatures had the right to the lives they were born with. That was what happened when you outlived those around you and was beloved friends die- you had a great appreciation for other's existence.

The man responded with a surprise amount of fire. "I am no mercenary. I do not fight without a cause. Assassin I may be but I have reasons. As do all who kill for a living." His words were forceful and the Doctor was surprised with the conviction behind them. He had expected a cold-hearted reply. Before he could contemplate the matter more the man continued. "Furthermore who told you who I was? Why did you not know how long you had been away? And why do you act as though you have never seen death or bloodshed?" The last question was directed at Amy.

"Because she hadn't. And what is it with you? This is the Renaissance. A time of prosperity and culture not of flourishing violence. What of Leonardo Da Vinci? Machiavelli? Where are they?"

The man stiffened. "Why do you speak of the present as if you already know it? As if you had learnt it from a book? And I will not tell you of my friends until you answer some of my questions. Or do you have something to hide Doctor?" His words had changed, his voice becoming a tad colder. The Doctor realized that his reference to the famed men had been taken as a threat.

"Hey, hey calm down. I'm not going to hurt them. Just wanted to meet them. You know, visiting famous people and all? Bit of tourism?"

"No I do not. And I think you should answer the question." The voice was not the icy and furious anymore but it was clear that the man in front of them was not messing around. Unsure what to say the Doctor hesitated. It was Amy who came to the rescue.

"We don't have anything to hide. Leonardo and Machiavelli are the Doctor's … friends. And he had heard that they had been becoming quite well known from a traveler on the road. As for the Doctor's way of speaking that is just the way he is. He's just a bit odd."

"This man climbs up a building within seconds and you call me odd?" The Doctor was clearly indignant. The Assassin looked at him curiously.

"Maybe my speed is unusual but the climbing part is not. At least not around here." The man commented, waving an arm vaguely to indicate the city. Turning back to Amy he added "I am not sure you are telling the truth about yourselves. But I can spare no more time. I must be going." With that he ran up to the wall and leapt, grabbing holds a pulling himself up before rapidly leaping again. Moments later he stood at the top of the structure. "If you wish to come then hurry up. If not, I will see you in the city. You are hard to miss wearing those clothes." The Doctor and Amy watched him go.

"Well?" Amy asked. The Doctor glanced at her. "Aren't you going to try and be an idiot and follow him?"

"No. I think I am going to try and find Leonardo Da Vinci. If he is this man's friend then we may learn something."

…

Ezio ran, darting over the rooftops. He was unsure what to make of the returning pair. Whether they were a couple was unknown, and, at this point, immaterial. When they had first left he had made inquiries but found out nothing. Assuming they were odd travelers just passing though he had not worried much about their disappearance. And besides, at the time he had been caught up with the Apple and Templar complications.

Besides that he had changed in that time. Ezio rarely reflected on his life, but there was a lot on his mind. He had been claimed as 'The Prophet'. He had joined the Creed and located the Apple. He had learnt more about the struggle between the Assassins and Templars. Right now was a lull in the rapid action of his life but he did not think it would last long. Soon he would be back to assassinating his enemies, like his father before him. But a break was nice once in a while. Which was why he was not particularly happy with the new strangers. He had hoped to relax for a week or so.

Looking out he realized he had climbed and run without paying much attention to where he was going. He would have to be more careful. But he paused, not wanting to leave the place his feet had carried him to. It was the highest place in the city as far as he knew. It was also where he and his brother had stood, marveling at the sights below them, the night before his family was arrested. Ezio hid it well but he still felt pain at his family's deaths. No matter who he brought to justice it could never bring them back. All he could do was follow the ways of his Creed.

Ezio shook his head. He was being foolish, thinking he had no life other than the Creed. He had friends, such a Leonardo and his fellow Assassins. And he also had family, though not much left. His uncle, sister, mother. On the subject of friends and family he should check on Leonardo. The odd man he had spoken with- the Doctor- had mentioned his friend and the lady had said that they were acquainted. Machiavelli was also mentioned but Ezio was sure the fellow Assassin could take care of himself. Leonardo, however, did not have a fighting bone in his body. Beginning to move again the young man headed to his friend's house the most efficient way he knew- leaping from house to house.

…

Ezio had arrived at Leonardo's house a short while ago and was now in deep conversation with his friend. Most of it had been about the two strangers. It had become very apparent that Leonardo knew neither of them and had never heard of them. Ezio was surprised by this, Leonardo was very well acquainted with the important people of Italy, and the strange man carried himself with the air of one who knows he is special. Though they did not realize it most of the important people in the world were easy to identify- they all acted as though you should know them and should follow their every word. It was part of what made them so annoying.

Interrupting the two friend's discussion was a sharp rap on the door followed by a voice with a strange accent calling "Hello? Anybody home?" Ezio recognized the voice immediately.

"It is him. The man I told you about." Leonardo faltered at his friend's words but, to Ezio's surprise, opened the door anyway.

"We may as well see what they want. Not everyone is your enemy my friend." Turning to the newcomers he continued, "Ezio has told me about you. But why have you come seeking me?"

The lady looked at Ezio. "Is that your name?" she asked. Ezio nodded. He had been unsure about giving his name away – he was one of the most wanted men in Italy. But, he reasoned, they two would only have to describe his clothing for the Templars to know his identity.

"Ezio Auditore da Firenze." The Assassin gave a small bow as he introduced himself. No harm in being polite. "And who are you? And the man who calls himself a doctor but does not dress like one?" Ezio nodded towards the man stepping though the door, already chatting with Leonardo.

"I'm Amy Pond. And he really is the Doctor. He is just acts a bit too stupid for it sometimes."

Ezio had to smile at the friendly insults between the pair. "You argue like an old married couple."

"Me and… the Doctor? No. No, no." Before the woman could tell him off for making such an assumption Ezio cut in.

"I apologize for the mistake. Now will you please tell me what you and your friend are doing here? You do not seem like the usual people to visit Leonardo." The young assassin had not entirely discredited the story from before, but Amy had faltered too much for it to be true. At least not all of it. And Ezio did not appreciate secrets when they knew of his friend's name and location. It gave them too much leverage over him. Additionally, he was unsure if they were after the Apple. If so it was going to complicate matters. Disposing of their bodies would be difficult if he had to assassinate them, as the two looked nothing like guards. And Leonardo already had bodies given to him by the government (to study the man had said), he did not need more. Ezio ended this train of thought. The Creed forbid the shedding of innocent blood – and even if it did not, killing innocents was against all of his principles. No, he would not kill the strangers. Queer though they might be they had given him to reason to fight them. At least, not yet.

Shaking himself out of his musings Ezio concentrated on the matter at hand and his conversation. The woman had not yet replied.

…

Amy sighed. It was time for the Doctor to explain. He could come up with a believable story for Ezio to hear. After all, he was the one who got them in this whole mess. Though Amy did not envy him. Good liar he may be Ezio was clearly used to secrets and deception. It was going to be hard to hide the truth from him.