Sorry for taking all my life to update! My stupid University keeps me damn busy -_-! Anyway, here's chap 11. I didn't like it very much, but it turned out better than expected. Hope you enjoy and like it :D!

Reunion

You had been saying at New York the past week and a half. You tried everything to see Connor. You had disguised as a guard, but the plan failed. It seemed you looked like a girly soldier. Sneak up at night? Failed. You were not the most agile person out there. Blackmail the guards? Failed. Who would have known they weren't married nor had children you could threaten.

Your mood was not the best those days. You just wanted to confirm that Connor was at least alive. You would get happy with just seeing him. Yeah, that'd be more than enough.

A harsh lungful of air left your lips. You were walking around New York, again. You had made walking around the crowded city a habit. Somehow, you found you could think better. You had sent a letter to Achilles to inform him about the situation of your Assassin guy, Achilles had replied back saying he would be there in a week or so because he still had to take care of the homestead.

You stopped at the docks. In the middle of the afternoon they were full of people loading and vacating the ships. You wondered if you would be able to travel in a ship. Since you were little you had always wanted to get on in one of those big boats, sail around the sea. Ah, that'd be cool, especially if you could do it with a certain someone. Your were taken back to reality when you heard one of the guards of one of the battalions that guarded the decks announcing something.

"Tomorrow there will be justice," The man said. Everyone around stopped what they were doing to pay attention to the man, including you. "George Washington will be safe. Tomorrow there will be justice," The man continued, taking from his pocked a scroll. He started to unroll the paper. "The man who wanted the commander in chief dead will be punished. Tomorrow there will be justice. He has been condemned. Tomorrow there will be justice," You gulped as the guard had finally ended to unroll the paper. A big drawing of Connor was painted there. "This man is going to die."

You shook your head furiously, as if that action would erase Connor's face from the paper. You sprinted down the street and towards the hostel you were staying at. Your heart pounding loudly that the only sound your ears caught was its beating. You were not letting him die, not in that way, he was innocent, for God's sake! Finally you reached the hostel. You opened the door and stopped abruptly when you saw a couple of old suitcases, and Achilles paying the woman in charge of the building.

"Achilles!" You ran at him, desperately trying to calm yourself. "T-they will kill him!" By that moment, tears were threatening to leave your eyes in large waterfalls.

"I know kid," Achilles sighed. He turned to the woman and took his room key. "He is not alone, I believe I had told you this before,"

You nodded. That was right, but what could you possible do in that situation? What was Achilles planning?

You helped him with his suitcase, and walked upstairs towards his recently acquired room. "W-what are we going to do?" Your sobs were not loud, but still audible.

Achilles sighed. It was obvious the man had a plan. He had to have a plan. You entered the room and placed the suitcases on the floor. "We will pay a visit to Connor tomorrow,"

You blinked the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes and nodded at Achilles. So he did have a plan. Achilles walked towards you and patted your shoulder gently. "It's alright kid,"

From the anxiety, you couldn't sleep that night. Your mind filled with thoughts of how Achilles would save Connor.

A soft knock on your door indicated that it was the time. You stood up and fixed your clothes the best you could. You put on your coat, seeing through the window how it was raining. You opened the door and greeted the old man.

"I want you to have this," He handed you a package. Not too big, not too small.

You looked and him with questioning eyes, but instead of expressing aloud your confusion, you unfolded the package, eyes widening at the sight of Connor's tomahawk. "B-but-"

"Give it to him," The old man instructed. "We must part now." He urged, walking as fast as possible with his cane in hand. You followed Achilles through the overly-crowded city. If you thought Boston was crowded, you should see New York, then.

You started to walk faster across the wet sidewalks when you noticed an agglomeration of people in front of you. Finally you saw him, being pushed by the guards towards his death. "Connor!" You and Achilles advanced through the wild multitude of people shouting profanities at the Assassin. Finally you were in the first line. You looked perplexed as Connor walked slowly, not raising his eyes from the wet pavement. You held tightly the tomahawk. "W-what are we going to do?!" You asked Achilles, despair clear in your voice. You were afraid. Afraid of losing him, afraid of not telling him how you really felt. Because being honest, you have come to love that man. He was everything to you, he was your world, your life. You wouldn't let him die, never.

"Calm down, [Name]," Achilles ordered. "I have a plan,"

You nodded, just then as a woman hit Connor in the face, and he fell in front of you and Achilles. You lost it. You brought your arms around his neck and hugged him as if he were going to disappear any moment, the tomahawk forgotten in the floor.

Achilles bent down in front of the two of you. "You are not alone," He told the assassin that you refused to let go of. "Only give us a cry when you need us…"

Achilles pried you away from Connor. "No!"

"Forget about me," The assassin said. "You need to stop Hickey. He's –"

Connor was interrupted when Hickey pulled him up roughly. "Up ya go! Don't want to be late, do you?"

You sniffed quietly as they took Connor way from you. The Assassin had not even spared a look at you, not even an 'I missed you [Name]!' Oh no, he only cared about killing Hickey… Go figures.

Connor walked up the stairs of the scaffold, stopping beside the hanging rope and listening how Charles Lee accused him of something he did not do.

The rain soaking your already wet clothes as you watched the unfair judgment. You felt a gentle tug, and followed Achilles when he pointed at the scaffold.

Without being seen by the guards Achilles bent down and crawled under the wooden planks with you going behind him. He finally stopped and looked up. "Ready?" You nodded, though you did not know for what. You exclaimed startled when the floor over your heads opened and Connor's body fell, rope around his neck. "Cut it, [Name]!" Achilles shouted.

Holding dumbly the tomahawk, you cut the rope freeing Connor. "Need… to stop Hickey…" He breathed.

You handed the tomahawk to Connor, and with a "Go!" of Achilles, the Mohawk sprinted towards said man. You looked at him, a hint of hurt present in your [E/c] eyes. Why was he acting like that with you?

You turned your head away from the scene and closed your eyes. Connor had finally caught up with Thomas Hickey, the Assassin did not hesitate; he trusted his weapon into Hickeys back.

"Let's go," You heard the distant voice of Achilles, and followed it numbly.

Finally Thomas Hickey died. Everyone around the scene fell in an uncomfortable silence. The guards, patriots, the crowd, everyone.

Suddenly, it felt as if the soldiers had regained consciousness. They all aimed at Connor with their weapons. Then you heard one unfamiliar voice for you.

"I said lower your god-damned guns! This man's a hero!" Whoever it was, he was right. That same moment the rain chose to pick up. The man walked towards Connor and told him something you couldn't quite hear from where you were standing.

"Will he be declared innocent?" You asked Achilles.

"I think he will. There's no reason for keeping him behind bars," The old man said.

Your attention went back to Connor, who was still talking with the strange man.

"Something wrong?" The man shouted as Connor started to walk away from him.

"He's still in danger. Hickey did not act alone," You assumed they were referring to Washington.

"Connor," His name came out as a harsh breath once he got to you and Achilles. "Are you-"

"Let's go [Name], Achilles. Washington's not safe." He said.

You opted to follow him instead of voicing your concern.

The trip towards Philadelphia was uncomfortable. Neither the three of you say a word to the other. The three of you too lost in your own thoughts.

Finally you looked up. Connor had already his white Assassin's ropes with him. All of you had changed clothes, since the other garments were completely soaked. A heavy silence fell over the cart that was taking you to George Washington. You wanted to ask Connor so many things, but couldn't find the courage to do so. You didn't know why, but something was stopping you from even talking to the Assassin.

"We're here," Achilles broke the silence as he stood up from his seat and opened the door of the cart. "Let's go kids," The old man stepped out of the cart followed by Connor, who helped you down but didn't cross a single word with you.

The three of you entered the building and you and Connor followed Achilles, who seemed to know where exactly was Washington located.

Then you stopped dead in your tracks, not caring when the Assassin turned and raised his eyebrow in question.
"I… I will wait here, if that's okay with you,"

Connor blinked confusedly before nodding his head. "Okay then." He made a pause before asking what he wanted to ask. "Are you feeling alright?"

You smiled, so he did worry for you! "I'm fine Connor, but I prefer not to intrude. I've been so much of a pest for you," You laughed awkwardly.

Connor frowned and walked towards you. "Why are you saying that? You are not a pest."

"It's alright." You assured him.

"It's not. Why would you believe that?"

You shrugged. Discussing the topic with the Assassin was not what you wanted at that moment. "We… we'll talk later, now go. George Washington isn't a man you can leave waiting."

"I can leave him waiting if it has something to do with you," Okay, now that surprised you. "Fine. We'll talk later, but you're not getting out of this that easily."

You smiled playfully at him. "Whatever you say Assassin guy. Now go in there and shut Washington's mouth!"

He shook his head at you. "You're hopeless."

You giggled at this as the Assassin followed Achilles, who had politely not interrupted your little conversation with the Mohawk.

Well, you could say you were upset a Connor the way he ignored you at New York, but you could prove that he was worried for you, and that he was constantly watching over you. Your smile widened. Maybe, just maybe he shared that same feeling that had you constantly daydreaming about him. Maybe, just maybe, even when he was so oblivious, he could understand that he felt something different about you? Well, you wanted answers, but you were going to wait for them all the time Connor needed. Yup, no pressure. Is not as if you were getting older.