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Prison?

You sighed for the God-knows-number-time that day. More or less, a year ago, Connor had ended Jonathan Pitcairn's life. Somehow, you thought that his dead would make life waaaaaay easier. Wrong. It was daily bread the discussions between Connor and Achilles. Achilles insisted every single day that Connor had to finish all the Templars, especially Haytham Kenway, who you had recently found out, was Connor's father. The Assassin however, believed it was better to wait and see how things went. Very deep inside, you knew that Connor didn't want to kill his father. Who would?

Again you heard the two men yelling at each other. You growled quietly while getting out of the comfy and warm bed. You put on a coat Myriam had given you. You descended the stairs making noisy steps every time, you were letting them know how pissed you were.

You walked towards the kitchen, where you heard their voices, so you could catch some of their conversation. Then your attention went to the man at the dining room that was smiling at you. You walked towards him. "Oh, good morning, sir." He was holding a cup of hot tea.

He kept smiling. "Morning, miss. I am Benjamin, pleased to meet you. I was told to wait here. Achilles is-" He was interrupted when you heard Connor and Achilles voices coming from the kitchen.

"Or you could just admit that you were wrong," You heard Connor said.

"Oh child, please. You've killed two men – one more salesman than soldier. You're gonna have to try a lot harder to impress me." Achilles snapped back. You mentally smacked yourself. They were fighting over it, AGAIN?!

"Is that so, old man? Of perhaps we should step outside? I will gladly demonstrate how easily I can trounce y-" Connor stopped dead when he saw the you and the new man standing there. You were chuckling softly at him, and he stopped himself from rolling his eyes at you.

"Connor, this is Benjamin Tallmadge. His father was one of us, no need for secrecy. I think he has something he wants to say." Achilles sipped from his cup and smirked at Connor.

"Achilles tells me you've uncovered a plot to murder the Commander in chief. "

"Yes, but I have only false starts and dead ends to show for it." Judging by Connor's tone, he was not happy.

"Not anymore my friend," Tallmadge moved to put his cup over the table, then he walked towards Connor, and put his hand over his shoulder, you felt the Assassin tense, but he didn't move Benjamin. "Thomas Hickey's your man – and I aim to help to catch him."

"How?"

"I'll explain on the way. You and I are going to New York."

"Wait!" You exclaimed. Connor turned to you knowing perfectly what you wanted.

"You can come, but I am not letting you out of my sight." He warned.

You snorted. "I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, sure." Sarcasm.

You followed Connor and Benjamin outside.

"I am serious [Name]." Connor said once you were getting ready to leave -You didn't notice when Tallmadge left.

"I am serious too, Connor. I can take care of myself," Connor and Achilles had taught you how to use a gun, and the basics of hand to hand combat. That was enough, right?

He shook his head and sighed. "Let's go."

You mounted your horse. "Yes, sir!"

He huffed at your mocking salute and mounted his own horse. "Let's go, then."

You nodded and both of you spurred the horses.

It was almost dark by the time you arrived at the New York's frontier, there were no major issues in the way, couple soldiers, but Connor took care of them. Anyway, the sun was setting, but its light was still present. You saw Benjamin there, how he got there first than you? You'll never know.

"Hey, Connor…uh…and…" He trailed.

How the hell had you forgotten to present yourself?! "Oh, sorry! I am [Name] Miles."

Connor chuckled under his breath. "Let's go,"

"Let's go," Benjamin repeated while he got onto the horse.

"So what is your stake in all this?" Connor asked while following Tallmadge, you behind both men in your own horse.

"Same as yours. Peace, stability. A land in which all might live side by side – free and equal."

"Why not join the brotherhood then?"

"My father was an Assassin," Benji confessed. "Quite great at his job, too, as I understand it. But… I hope to have children someday. It's hard to live in two worlds at the same time. So I chose to live in one."

You pouted at this. Hard did not mean impossible. What if Connor wanted to have children? It was not impossible! Yeah, it was difficult, but wouldn't it be greater at the end? You turned off the conversation of the men above you while you got lost in your thoughts.

Your father was an Assassin too, he raised you, did not he? No. He was never at home; still, you always waited for him. That was, until he never returned. Maybe it was better to choose one life. You frowned. How come a simple conversation could depress you this…much?

It was true; the past year had been good. You and Connor became more friends than ever, the problem was that you did not see him as just a friend. He had occupied a big space in your life, but maybe what you longed the most, was not even being considered by Connor. Come on! The man was extremely oblivious. You had tried to throw him some hints, never caught one.

You looked up from your hands holding the reins. Your surroundings had changed. Houses, shops, people could be seen. "Oh, hey Con- Oh-oh." You looked around you. Where the hell was Connor?!

You dismounted the horse and let him in a nearby stable. You did not need a babysitter, but you preferred to have Connor by your side. You took your head with your hands and ruffled your hair groaning. "This is frigging great, I am lost in a city I've never been at." Damn your thoughts! Well, this was all Connor's fault!

You looked around while contemplating your options. You could go and look for Connor and risk to get lost, or you could ask for directions to get back to the frontier and risk to get lost. Not appealing options anyway.

You scoffed. "This just happens to me, right?!"

People around you looked scared at your sudden outburst. You ignored them and walked towards the nearest bar. You needed a drink – or two.

After drinking a couple bears, you exited the bar, thanking the owners and telling them that bear is brew of the Gods… erm… yeah. However, you were not that drunk, you could hold your alcohol, right? You walked clumsily across the streets. It was already night, but the street was very illuminated and it surprised you that there were a lot of people.

At the end you ended up spending the night in the cheapest hostel. You walked out of the hostel with a pout on your lips. You did not hear anything about Connor in the past twelve hours, and considering how overprotective the Assassin have become with you, it was a great amount of time. The hangover suddenly disappeared. If Connor had not reported himself, it was because something very bad had to have happened. You panicked at that thought. Connor couldn't possibly be…

You started to run, you had to find him. You had to find him. You asked a lot of people if they had seen a tall, muscled, covered-in-white-ropes man. Nobody knew of who you were talking about, but you didn't give up. You were going to find him. Finally some woman told you that the man you were talking about had been arrested, of course you went immediately to the prison, just to find that you couldn't see him, and that he was accused of conspiring against the Commander in chief, George Washington. You tried to tell the guards that this was all a mistake, and that he would never hurt Washington, but they just ignored you claiming that you didn't know what you were saying. That moment you realized that all those guards were the ones who were really trying to get at Washington, but you could do absolutely nothing. You thought hard about it. Maybe you could get yourself arrested? Bad plan, women were taken to a different prison. Then what could you do? You were not sure. But you just knew one thing. You were not going to abandon him.