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Time together, right?

A couple of months passed since Lexington and Concord. If you thought your friendship with Connor was going to improve, you did not have any idea of how wrong you were. After the show of 'affection' Connor showed you at Concord, you thought he was going to start seeing you as more than a simple good friend. If anything, the man had become more distant. He was almost never at home, and if he was, he would be training with Achilles or promptly ignoring you claiming he was busy with the accounting book.

But today, it was going to be different. A week ago you had received an invitation to George Washington's speech. Thanks to your conviction powers, you managed to get Connor to attend with you, so now you were there, listening to Washington's speech alongside with Samuel Adams. Well, you were not actually listening at George; you were more like gaping at the sexy Assassin who was seated beside you. Connor didn't have a better face either. His expression was bored, and he seemed to be dozing off.

"Truly, there is no man better suited to the task." Adams commented.

"Really I can think of several…" You heard a voice behind you mumbling disgustingly.

You mentally face palmed at this. You just hoped Connor wouldn't kill the man there; it would surely stain his 'hero' image.

"Charles Lee." Connor stood up from his seat and faced Lee. You and Adams turned your heads around.

"Do I know you?" Lee asked, an air of false superiority dripping from his voice.

You grabbed Connor's left arm, while Adams grabbed Connor's right arm. "Come Connor –There's someone I want you to meet," Interrupted Samuel before Connor did something he would regret. You and Adams took Connor away from Lee. Once you were away from the –you just knew- templar, Adams spoke apologetically. "Sorry to pull you away like that, but the last thing we need is the two of you coming to blows." Connor was still looking at Lee, hate present in his orbs.

You, who were clinging to Connor's arm, tugged his sleeve to draw his attention. "Connor,"

Connor turned to you, and then to Washington while Adams motioned for you two to follow him. "Connor, [Name], allow me to introduce you to our newly appointed Commander-in-Chief, George Washington."

Washington smiled at you. "Please to meet you, Miss [Name]."

"Pleasure is mine!" You waved, still not letting go of Connor's arm. Hey, you wouldn't waste the opportunity! The man clearly hated being touched –except by you-.

The Commander then turned to Connor. "Ah! So you're the one who saved Sam and John at Lexington."

Connor looked away. "It was the patriots who did that. I merely lend support." You admired how modest that man could be, seriously. If he hadn't intervened, all those patriots would've failed.

"As humble as he is brave. We could use more men like you." Washington raised his hand to Connor, and you secretly thanked you were clinging oh his left arm, because you would've to let go of him. Oh, poor Connor. Today he would have to deal with little leech [Name]. He deserved it!

Connor shook Washington's hand. It was a strange gesture, as he -almost- never shook hands with anyone. You supposed Washington was different.

"I'm sorry, but if you'll excuse me – I should attend to Charles over there. He looks none too happy about being passed over for command. It was good to meet you, Connor, [Name]." He bowed and left to speak with the son of a bi- Charles.

Connor turned to Adams. "Tell me you have news of Pitcairn." He said while pacing around, still with the petit woman sticking to him as a tick.

"I'm told he's taken shelter in Boston, where he's guarded by a thousand Redcoats. The only way you're going to get at him, is if we draw him out. Lucky for you, we're launching an offensive against the city in order to do just that." Adams explained. "Israel Putnam had been given command of our forces. Present this to him and he'll provide whatever aid you require." Adams gave Connor a letter, which you took, smiling cutely as the Assassin sighed. "You'll find him at the encampment Bunker Hill."

"You have my thanks," Connor said.

"No need." Sam smiled. "It's the least I could do. Pitcairn's a dangerous man. The sooner we're rid of him, the better."

"I would say the same of Charles Lee." Connor nodded with his head towards the mentioned man. You rolled your eyes. Charles Lee, Charles Lee, Charles Lee! Damn, it was tiring!

"Now, that's an altogether different beast. Let us leave it for another day. Best you head to Boston, Connor."

Connor sighed. "Let's go." He told you. You nodded and both of you started to walk out of the room.

"Finally we get to go to Boston!" You sang.

Connor looked down at you. "But promise me you'll stay away from danger."

"Of course!" Not. Honestly, did he expect you to leave all the action to him? Well, it was right you were not accustomed to see tons of dead bodies, but you had gotten over it weeks ago! –Or that was what you thought.-

Somehow, Connor just knew you would manage to get involved into something bad. You always did, after all. Redcoats, wolves, even patriots. All meant problems when one spoke about you.

You two exited the building. "Fresh air!" You exclaimed finally, and I mean finally, letting the circulation return to Connor's left arm. He moved his arm up and down to try to work out the stiffness.

"Now, to Boston!"

"I…I have to do something first." You frowned at this.

"Right now?" Your question came out harsher than intended, but you really wanted to have him all for yourself.

"Yes," His statement was strong.

Your head dropped and you sighed. "So…see you at Boston?"

He nodded. "I'll meet you at the docks, Okay?"

"Okay." You smiled, though it was very false. Damn Connor and his ability to change your mood! "How much time should I give you?"

"Three hours."

"Right. Oh, take this," You gave him the letter Adams had given you –him!-.

He thanked you, and with a small wave, he parted to God-knows-where.

You looked at this retreated form with a pout in your face. "Connor Kenway, you just wait! Revenge is going to be sweet!"

You turned on your heel, stomping your feet on the ground just to show the world how pissed you were at Connor.

After walking for a quarter hour, you started to see the frames of Boston buildings, you were sure you had arrived at Charlestown –Magic of the fic, how you got there!- "Finally, I can see the stupid city." You mumbled darkly.

You walked towards the general store. Some groceries would do. You didn't need to go shopping, but you wanted to keep your mind busy while you were at Boston.

"Morning Miss, can I help you?" The vendor asked.

"Yes… I need two bottles of milk, some deer meat, and…eight arrows." You didn't know what possessed you to buy the last items. Anyway, they might be useful later, right?

The vendor nodded and started gathering all you asked for. "Two bottles of milk," He put them over the counter. He went back, and moments later returned with meat. "Here's the meat…and, what else?"

You cleared your throat, it was not well seen for a woman to buy weapons - then again you could care less about what other people said about you. "Eight arrows."

The bald man nodded. "Here you are,"

You paid, and thanked the man. You excited the shop hurriedly. You still had two hours and a half before meeting the Assassin. "What should I do now-"

Everything happened in slow motion. One moment people were walking side by side, speaking of how good life had treated them, and the next, a ship was bombarding the city with cannonballs. People screamed and ran furiously; nobody wanted to get killed by some cannonballs. You did the same.

"Ah, shit, shit, shit!" You ran. You were not one to curse, but it was one of those cursing times. Yeah, being bombarded by britanic ships was reason enough.

You covered your face form all the debris. You, off all people had to be caught in the massacre!

You were mentally prepared to die, when you heard your name being called.

"[NAME]!"

That voice was unmistakable. "Connor! Connor, where are you?!"

You heard him loud and clear, though with the cannonballs and falling buildings, it was hard to place where the Assassin was.

You turned your head sharply in all possible directions, but no sign of Connor. "Where is he?!" You sighed. "Conn- Hey!" You felt your hand being tugged brusquely by none other than the man that takes your breath away…er, I mean, by Connor.

He started to run with you. "We have to run!"

Even in this situation, you had to roll your eyes. Wasn't it obvious that you had to run?

You were about to make a sarcastic remark when you saw Connor turn around suddenly. "What is it? What are you thi- No, no, I'm telling you, Connor Kenway I swear I will kill yo- AAAAAH!" You screamed when the Assassin launched himself -and you- at the water. You really wanted to know if you were going to get out of that situation alive.