Hey people. So apparently I have the inability to end everything in only one chapter. sorry about that. I would finish it off with another or so but apparently my parents disapprove of writing past midnight. So. Anyway I am pretty much done with this fic as I have no ideas with what to do with the plot...

Also I am unsure if I screwed up the last bit of this chapter. I think in the last bit I changed how I portrayed them but am not really sure. I would review more but I am being told to sleep and I wanted to update this. I am sorry if the last biti s odd. That said I tried pretty hard in this chapter to make the plot work and have the story begin to finish up in a way that makes sense.

:)

Chapter 5

Ezio's words were not excessively emotional, though they were fueled with a brittle anger.

Maybe brittle was the wrong word. There was something brittle about the fury in the Assassin's voice. No, it was like a storm of vengeance, carefully held in check. The Doctor almost pitied the people who had crossed this man- they were clearly going to pay. Then again they had killed all his family. The Doctor knew what that was like. He shut his eyes in pain at the memory.

He was the last of his kind. The last of an entire race, a powerful and ancient race that should never have fallen. The last of the Time Lords. All of his kin… his friends, his enemies, his people… The cloud of grief that had wrapped around him at the thought was swiftly punctured by Ezio's voice.

"Why are you so upset? If you are sad for my family's death then I wish you to stop. There is no wrong in feeling grief, in pain. But I will avenge them." His voice barley betrayed the hidden emotions – the never-ending grief and sorrow.

Turning away the Assassin began to move toward the slain soldiers. He had gone only a few steps before he spoke again. "There is something else isn't there. It can be seen in your eyes when hear of loss." Ezio's voice was curious but also uncharacteristically gentle. At least for those few words. Then the young man returned to business. "Get inside. We shall speak later. For now I must deal with the dead guards. It will not do to have them found at Leonardo's doorstep." Waving the Doctor aside Ezio resumed dragging the slain attackers, one at a time, toward the gate of the house.

The Doctor did not know what drove him to speak. His mouth seemed to work of its own accord. "You were right when you said that I had lost others. I am the last of my kind Ezio. The very last." The Doctor heard the anguish in his own voice and wondered what the young Assassin would think of it. To his shock Ezio's next words had nothing to do with what had been spoken. The Doctor was used to confused questions bombarding him after such a revelation – couldn't the man tell form the wording what the Doctor was implying? That he wasn't human? It would seem not for what Ezio said was merely:

"I told you to get inside. It is not safe for someone who cannot defend himself Doctor." Ezio was heading away now, with the last body in his arms. The Doctor wondered where the dead were going. As if reading his thoughts the Assassin said "They will be used by a friend of Leonardo's. It seems that there are multiple people who use the dead for anatomy research. I thought Leonardo was the only one." Ezio shrugged then continued; "Now get inside. There are guards about and I do not want to fight more than I have to. I am looking forward to sleep."

…

Much later Ezio returned from delivering the dead. Leonardo told him that both of the strange travelers had fallen asleep. It was getting late after all. Still, it was frustrating for the Assassin.

"I had wanted to speak to the man… the Doctor." Ezio still found it odd to use the profession as a name. Leonardo nodded.

"I spoke with him before they slept. He speaks as though from another place… far, far away. Do you think they have anything to do with the Codex pages or the Apple?"

Ezio thought about the question. "Perhaps. But they seem unprepared to fight for the Apple if that is what they want. And too confused about what is happening to know of the Codex. They didn't even know of the fight against the Templars."

"Or for the Templars. We must be careful Ezio. If they have not yet chosen sides then we should not give too much information. They may yet betray your cause."

Nodding agreement Ezio stood from his chair. The two friends had been seated as they spoke, as both were getting tiered. It was very late at night. "I will not tell them of our plans, or of anything to do with the Templars and Assassins. Now, I must sleep. I intend to practice tomorrow." Yawning the Assassin headed for bed.

…

The next morning Amy watching in amazement as Ezio sparred with the dummies Leonardo had set up for him to spar with. The man moved like a whirlwind, his shoulder cape flashing behind him like the wing of a bird.

A very, very, dangerous bird. Ezio's blades did not appear to until the last millisecond and then they were vicious, stabbing seep into the fake person. His sword skills were also exceptional, though they focused more on force than agility. She wondered if Rory would be able to hold his own against this Assassin. Amy doubted it. Sure, he would hold his own for a while but Rory did not have the same ability as Ezio.

Turning to look at her Ezio spoke for the first time that morning. "Can you and your strange friend climb?" Amy was puzzled by the question.

"Climb? Climb what? I think most people climb trees, though more as a childhood thing then what you do. What are you, half alien or something?" Of course Amy was only partly joking, what with her experience of Daleks, Cybermen and a great lot of other races from other planets. Ezio, however, looked a bit bewildered at the idea.

"Alien? I do not know where you get these strange ideas Amy. I merely want you to know that if you wish to survive in this world you should learn how to run on the rooftops. You do not seem to have picked a side in our war, but you should. Either that or leave. If you get caught up in our business without allies you and the Doctor will be killed. And Even if you leave, let me show you two the rooftops." Ezio's voice had softened at the last sentence, and Amy's eyes swelled in surprise. "It can be beautiful up there when no guards are chasing you." Ezio added his voice wry.

Amy couldn't stop herself from smiling. It was the first time the man had shown humor, but from the way he spoke today this sort of causal talk was not unusual for him. It seemed that he was relaxing around her and the Doctor, though not much. She was still certain that if they were to betray Ezio she and the Time Lord would end up dead. Zapping herself back to the present time Amy flicked some of her red hair out of her eyes; "Just for clarification… you going to make us suicidally leap around on badly constructed buildings? You must be as insane as the Doctor is, and believe me that is hard to manage!"

Ezio frowned. "You do not have to jump. Everybody has free will. Is that not what we Assassin's fight for? I will not force you. I suppose that you think me a cruel villain, one who has no morals. But I told you before. If you shall not listen I will not waste my breath." The Assassin was quick to get to the point, but he clearly wasn't mad at her. More tired, as if he was used to people overreacting to what he said – and she had overreacted. Ezio was not going to force them. Ezio continued despite her reaction, seeming to cheer up as he spoke. "Besides, I think that your Doctor friend will hardly refuse. He has the look of a man always on the run, and learning a new style will come in useful to him."

"You don't want to know more about us? Come on I thought there was going to be a whole interrogation about where we came from." Amy was baffled. Why were they not going to be questioned about where they were from?

"Leonardo spoke to me this morning. I believe I know what I am looking at with the Doctor. His theory is that you travel with him. My question is whether you will get involved in our war."

"Leonardo figured it out did he? Just like Shakespeare I suppose. All you brilliant humans." The Doctor's voice sounded behind Amy, filled with admiration. Now Amy realized that Ezio's comments had been directed to the Time Lord just as much as herself. "About this war… you mentioned Templars didn't you? And you say Assassin's as if it is a name not a profession." Ezio just nodded. It was odd that the young man didn't elaborate but the assistant time traveler decided to leave it be. "And if you are sure we are not going to fall off let's go! I always wanted to see Italy!" The Doctor seemed ridiculously happy. Amy rolled her eyes. Ezio, however, hesitated.

"So… you are truly from another time? I did not fully believe it before." To Amy's surprise Ezio did not seem horrified or frantic like many who had figured out the secret of the Doctor. Simply uncertain.

"Yes. From the future. Or at list Amy is." The Time Lord looked at Ezio carefully, concerned. "You sure you aren't going to go all spastic Assassin on us?"

…

In truth Ezio was unsure how to react. Part of him was shocked but for some reason he was responding to the world around him perfectly calmly. Subconsciously he wondered if this was a side effect of the shock. It seemed unlikely. He had been injured several times and had gone through shock but it had had no effects like this.

"No. But you must tell me where you stand in our war." Very, very quietly Ezio added "If you choose to transport yourself throughout our lives and city… you are too powerful an enemy to make Doctor."

"If you are going to kill me I suggest backing off Assassin. I have lived for thousands of years!" The Doctor's voice had become harder, more fueled with purpose.

Ezio sighed. "I do not wish to kill you Doctor. You have done nothing to make me do so. But do not get involved in this fight. Do what you want but this is between the Templars and Assassins. Leave your power out of this. You do not have the right to come into our battles time traveler. Let me show you the city and then be on your way. You are not suited for our ruthlessness." Ezio paused

He knew that he may have overstepped his boundaries, telling these strangers to be here. But he did not want them in his life. They were strange, and so averse to killing it made it hard to speak to them. Ezio was not ashamed in taking lives, yet he knew these people saw it as a sin, as though he was committing an injustice. Yet he followed the creed, and he was a man of honor. He lived by his blades, but also… he was not cold-hearted. He did not kill for joy. The cruel and unjust died, the Templars died, the traitors died. Yet the innocent were not so. He had fought many times to save a villager's freedom or even life. Why did he have to justly himself to these people?

Ezio was not rattled per se. He was more astounded and confused that such… innocence existed anywhere, even if it was the future. Death was with the Assassin every step he took during his life. Yet these people were as free as he had been before his family died. They had no place in this life.

"See the wonders of the world my friends. But do not become involved in our fight for justice."