Hey guys, sorry for taking like forever to update! Anyway, here's 9th chapter! Hope you enjoy it, and yeah...it's a little short, I'll try to make a greaaaaat chapter 10. Hope you like it!

The end of the war.

You cursed under your breath while you swam towards the British ships. Finally, you two reached a little boat. "This is perfect," Connor mused. He climbed up the boat and helped you up.

There was a canvas over the boat, covering food boxes from the water. Connor lifted the canvas and the two of you hid behind it.

"So, what's the plan, Assassin guy?" You asked while looking around the little boat.

"I climb the ships, kill everyone on board, stop the cannons, and destroy the ships." He said hurriedly.

"Cool. And what about me?"

"You return home." You glared at him. "What? This is too dangerous [Name]. I can't have you walking around here when there's a war going on."

"And how the hell am I going to return?!" You yelled at him. Ugh, that man!

"Listen, you will hide here while I destroy the ships, okay? Once they are destroyed I will come back for you and take you home."

That was a better plan. "Okay…but be careful,"

"I will," He jumped into the water, as you waved at him and pried for him to stay alive.

You waited patiently, but it was damn hard when seconds felt like hours. It was starting to freak you out. The Assassin couldn't have possible been killed-

BOOM

You peered out of the canvas at the smoke coming from one of the ships. "He did it! Just one ship to go!"

Twenty minutes later a similar boom was echoing around the harbor, and in no time, a completely hot wet Connor was climbing the little boat again.

You helped him up. He lay down across the coat, panting hardly. "We can….go…now," He said between breaths.

You nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

"Ready to swim again?" He asked sitting down and looking at you.

No. "Of course!" You were not the best swimmer ever. In fact, when you were little you almost drowned a couple times, though that didn't traumatized you as you thought it would. You were perfectly comfortable around water. Especially since you know that if something happened a certain someone would be there ready to help you. Yeah…maybe it was the second reason.

You two swam towards the port. The trip was not long. Finally you were out of the sea.

"There!" Connor pointed to two horses that were abandoned there. Some people was still at the harbor trying to help each other after that attack. Even though it was a devastating sight, you thought it would be worst. Charlestown should be grateful with the young Assassin.

You two mounted the horses. Connor directed his gaze at you. "Go home, [Name]. I would take you myself, but they need me,"

Hey, you needed him too! You sighed. "What are you going to do?"

"I have to take care of Pitcairn. He has to die."

Has? That meant the Assassin wouldn't stop until he had killed Jonathan Pitcairn.

"Connor, this is a war. Are you sure you want to get involved?"

"I am already involved." He stated. "Not only that, but I had involved you to. I would never forgive myself if-"

"Connor," You interrupted him. "I involved myself on this. You don't have to blame you. I know what I did and I don't regret any single second of it."

"Go!" Connor exclaimed while spurring the horse. You were making it harder for him.

You shook your head at his retreating form. Maybe he was right. This was his war. You spurred your own horse and took the opposite direction Connor had taken. "Let's get you out of here, babe." You stroked the horse's collar. The animal whinnied almost happily.

Minutes, hours. Either way you were standing in the Davenport's homestead stables dismounted the newly acquired horse, which you had named Blaze, but with a stupid feeling of remorse.

You had told Connor not to blame himself, but you were blaming you for all of this. How the blame of this war fell over you? Nobody knows, but you still felt it was your doing.

Your eyes widened when you heard the screaming shots of weapons being used, and you looked ahead. Beyond the forest, the houses, the sea. All you could see was a war.

"[Name]," You didn't even turn when Achilles called. You knew all he was going to do was scold you and give you a sermon of why women should not go to war, but the words that came out of his mouth really surprised you. "He is not alone."

You couldn't hold it any longer. You threw yourself at Achilles, crying on his chest.

He patted your head with his cane-less hand. "He has you, me. And all the habitants of the homestead. He is not alone."

You nodded at him and repeated. "He is not alone."

Achilles sighed. "Let's go get inside."

You locked yourself in your room. You didn't want to talk, nor see anybody. You just needed some alone time. Myriam tried to talk to you numerous times, but you refused. You were not a depressive person, but this was just too much. An entire city was almost destroyed, hundreds of soldiers were killed, thousands families were suffering.

Achilles knocked on your door. "[Name]? Dinner is ready."

"Thanks," You mumbled from your perch behind your blankets. "But I am not hungry,"

The door opened suddenly and you were about to insult Achilles, when you saw white ropes covering a very scratched body.

"Connor!" You jumped out of bed, and hugged him. "You are alright! You are alright!"

He hugged you back. "Yes. I promised I was going to be careful, did not I?"

"Yes, yes, you did." You looked up at him. "Pitcairn is-"

"Yes. I… I had no other option."

You understood. Killing a person was a big crime, but it was necessary in this case. "Don't worry,"

"I… I was troubled," He admitted after some minutes of silence. Achilles had disappeared long time ago, but neither you nor Connor noticed. You also didn't notice that you were still embracing each other.

"Why? Connor, he deserv-" You asked.

"I am not speaking about Pitcairn." He said.

"Then about what?" Your confused expression was utterly cute to Connor.

"I was… speaking about… about you." He finally said.

You blinked various times. "About me? Why?"

"Not the time,"

You pouted. "What?! Why not the time?!"

He chuckled. "I'll tell you when I am sure. More… sure."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay then."

"Now, I think Achilles said dinner was ready?"

"Yes," You couldn't help the smile. Having him back was amazing. Without him the homestead was just…empty. You had to admit it; he filled your entire heart without effort. He made you fall in love just being him. Still, you wondered if he shared that same feeling. Would be great if he did.

He took your hand and leaded you downstairs and towards the dining room. You raised an eyebrow while following the Assassin. He was not a 'touchy' man, it made you feel special. Yeah, the little things Connor did… meant everything to you.