Well sorry for the long wait, guys. This one is super long so i hope that makes up for it, anyways, hope you like, be sure to check out my deviantart account if you like, my username is Tj99joy. Leave a review and happy readings guys. Multiple errors sorry bout that folks!

I had decided to run back to Sarah's house, but thought against it, this is my problem. I only kept running until I didn't know my own name. The skirt tore a bit from the running, but eventually I slowed down and floated into an alley, hoping nobody would find me there. Nobody was in the alley; it was only quiet and sad. I dug around the shoulder bag for the arrowhead and pulled it out; if that strange man came back trying to bring me to Virginia I was not afraid to kill him. I thought back to the French soldier I killed. It didn't seem to move me at all, he only fell, and stopped breathing, his eyes left wide open and crimson stains on his shirt. Nothing more. Nothing less. I was surprised that I was capable of taking away a life, but I knew I was incapable of crying for such a stranger. I twirled the arrowhead around. I wasn't as strong as the soldiers anyways, but I guess bullets kill no matter who fire them.

I remembered the few snippets of home, it's been years but I remember the scene like it was yesterday. The pretty pattern in the rice fields and the triangular hats, the colors of each pretty ao dai. I've never really gotten this homesick all of a sudden, I only spent my time wondering, how to escape Pierre's men or what to do while I think. Draw with a stick, was always my best solution.

"I'll take that." A voice called out. I gasped and turned around in surprise. The man's hand quickly pinned mines against the wall, wrenching the arrowhead out of my fingers. I saw the tanned face under his hood, a triumphant grin plastered there. He stared at me, waiting for a response.

"You again." I muttered. "How-."

"Please, they chase me every single day; I think I'm smart enough to figure out how their minds work." He put away the arrowhead and once again dragged me back outside to the light. I saw a brown horse neighing; he made his way towards it.

"That's not fair if you used a horse." I complained. He told me to get on, and I remembered to sit the way Jacque said that ladies should sit on a horse. Connor got on in front of me. I felt uncomfortable with him sitting so close. In fact, I wanted personal space.

"Put your arms around my waist." He ordered.

"…wait….what…?"

"NOW."

"…why?"

"Just DO it!"

"Alright! Alright!" It was odd sitting with both of my feet hanging off of one side of the horse and having to hold onto him while he sat "normally." I didn't want to touch him at all.

"It looks strange….what are you doing?" I mumbled. I felt a tight cloth tie my wrists together in front of his chest.

"Just making sure you don't play anymore tricks." Connor smirked.

"Don't make me find a way to tie your mouth shut either." He added.

"Some way to treat a lady." I grumbled.

The horse started galloping away, down in the stone pathway.

"How long until you get to Virginia?"

"About 3 days." I was almost disgusted. 3 days with him? The horse trotted happily but the rest of the world was dark and sad. I looked at the ground, twigs and roots. Something I probably would have wanted to use to trace lines in the dust right now, only I could not reach them. So finally I began to day dream, again of Vietnam, until the cool air of Boston turned into the scorching heat of Asia. I closed my eyes, wanting to drown in the vision forever.

"Thức dậy!" A voice called out. My breath stopped. Mother….? The language so familiar like droplets of rain I tried to respond but I noticed another voice beat me to it.

"I am tired!" It called out. My voice. I shivered at the unfamiliar tone of my own voice. But I didn't speak, that was someone else! I thought.

"Don't be rude to me! We have much work to do, so get your lazy bum out of bed!" I SAW myself climb out of bed lazily. What's going on? I thought. I'm not controlling myself, I can SEE myself…I watched amazed as I watched myself slowly braid my hair and make my way out to the field.

"Mother, can I go fishing?" I pleaded.

"No, not today."

"But today is when Grandmother was born! We should have a feast…or something…"

My mother seemed to consider this.

"Fine. But be back to help prepare the meal."

"I will mother." I was wrong. I watched as my 7 year old self skipped along to the river bend with a bamboo fishing pole in hand. Only to be stopped halfway through by a tall man in frills and another villager pointing to me.

"That's her." He said. And then I was gone. I remember it all. I don't miss Vietnam. Not until now. It was always buzzing with gnats and bugs, the sun merciless and work only encouraging it to beat down on us harder…I told Jacque of this story often and he seemed to pity me, but I was always happy to be with him at least. But now he is gone too, and I was upset I couldn't shed tears for him.

I realized I didn't even miss my own family; it's been so long I remember their faces and nothing more. Only now do I miss them.

"Hey…are you alright?" Connor suddenly murmured gently. Reality slapped me and I noticed I was just dozing off. My head rested on a firm surface and I looked up to see what I was leaning against. GROSS. I screamed in my head. I fell asleep on his BACK! I jerked up.

"Did you fall asleep…?" He asked. I noticed the uncomfortable edge in his voice.

"I think…I did…I don't know." I yawned, I thought my eyes were still closed but it was only the sky. A blank dark blue canvas, the moon it's only light.

"You were speaking…in a strange language."

"Huh? I was?"

"I thought you were talking to me at first…but then you sounded very depressed." My head snapped back and seemed to remind me that I disliked Connor and would show him how I feel.

"Why do you care?" I nipped rather harshly.

"You said you missed your home and you missed your family… I told you that… I…I do too. Then I realized you only fell asleep." Connor replied softly. Oh. I felt embarrassed that he caught me moaning in my sleep but felt stupid trying to push him away when he seemed to be trying to offer comfort.

"I'm sorry." I sighed. He didn't say anything. The whole night I wondered if Connor was human, he didn't show any signs of being tired, and the whole ride I dozed off, my head leaning against his back again but suddenly flinching back up as soon as I realized that it was him. I did this until finally, I got too lazy to pull my head back up as fast as I had done before, my head slowly lifted, but I felt his shoulder bone shift and realized he let go of one of the reins and tapped my wrist. I stared at the back of his hood, the hand returned to the reins again.

"Just go to sleep." Connor whispered. And I did.

I woke up surprised to still be on the horse. My hips ached, and the sun only just beginning to rise. I tried to pull my hands to back but they didn't move. I swear I freaked out for a second and realized that I was tied up again. I growled and tugged on the tight cloth again. Connor glanced back and smiled.

"Untie me." I hissed.

"Not a morning person, are you?" He chuckled; his dark eyes peered into mines curiously. I noticed the faded dark circles under his eyes, deeper than they were when I first saw him.

"Hey…did you…sleep?" I questioned.

"Well, since horses know how to get to Virginia by themselves. Yes. I slept the whole night." He scoffed, and stopped the horse abruptly. "I don't sleep."

I watched impatiently as he began to untie the cloth that held my wrists clamped together. I hopped off of the horse but he snatched my wrist again.

"Do I have to hold your hand? Because trust me, neither of us would want that."

"Why? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I-! NO! I'm a man…"

"Sure you are."

Connor dismounted his horse and motioned two men over, he whispered a few things, and dropped a small pouch of money in their hands and then the men folded their arms and glared daggers at me, watching me.

"Are you serious?" I whined.

"Behave." Connor snapped. He walked into the blacksmith's and disappeared behind a wall. I silently kneeled down and picked up the twig that was broken by Connor's foot mercilessly snapping the delicate branch. The two weirdoes Connor hired stepped closer and looked at me as if I picked up a weapon. I scoffed, quietly bent down, and began drawing rows in the dirt. Any other day this would have been some sort of plan to run away again, but today, I'll just pretend that I'm watching my mother tending the rice fields again. The stick dragged through the dirt creating fine creases, resembling the sticky, wet, fields I was actually glad to get away from.

The two hired men stared in confusion and whispered a few things to each other. I ignored them, and stood up again, careful not to rip the dress Jacque gave me, and dusted myself off. I looked at the ground, the four rows, suddenly turned into a little landscape in my head, tiny little sprouts of grass filled it and water slowly, magically, replenished the ruts in the ground, I smiled.

I heard Connor dismiss the men and walk toward me, I quickly stomped out the rows in the ground, kicking away the stray pebbles and pressing out the creases. I watched my shoes as he suddenly appeared next to me, arms folded across his chest as if he were scolding a dog.

"Ahem…what was that?" He snapped. He probably thought it was an escape plan. I kicked another pebble away, watching the ground, making sure it didn't move.

"Ruộng lúa." I chirped in my native language. I hadn't spoken it in so long, I'm sure I had an odd accent by now.

"What…?"

"It means, rice field…" I huffed impatiently.

"What's that?"

I briefly explained, annoyed, and finally I decided to change the subject.

"So…are we in Virginia yet?"

"No. Change of plans. We're heading to New York. Washington demands to see you as soon as possible, he will meet us there."

"What's with the sudden change?" I complained.

"I…don't know." Connor's mind was somewhere else. I could tell.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I didn't tell him about your little 'attempt' yet. I wonder why he wants to see you so badly."

"It wouldn't have been an 'attempt' if you hadn't come…" I muttered. He whacked me on the head. Owww...?

His dark brown eyes stared at me in amusement. I fixed the curls in my hair innocently.

"That hurt…" I pouted, acting timid. He only rolled his eyes and I noticed he had more arrows and ammunition. He walked to a different horse, this time, a chestnut brown horse. And once we both got onto the horse he tied me up again. I sighed. And once again we were off.

"We should get there by dawn." Connor pointed out. Then he was silent. I started thinking for a long time. There is no way out of this. I thought again of Connor's fighting style, the way he wiped out the soldiers so easily and confidently. I hated to admit he was very skillful…There is no way out. I poked my head over Connor's shoulder. He looked at me and his jaw tightened. I dared myself to ask.

"What do you think they'll do to me when they find out I tried to kill someone on their side?"

I think he knew the answer because he looked at me, shocked that I would ask such a thing and returned his attention to the horse's steady gallop.

"I don't know." He lied. I thought this over. Surely, if I had been a man, he would have killed me on the spot or bring me somewhere to be executed. Thank god I'm not. The only horrible part of the consequence was not knowing what it was.

"I'm not afraid of death…" I murmured. And it was true, death was common, it meant nothing to me. People hunch over stone graves weeping for an eternity but I simply run past them. Soldiers bring back dead or dying men and I only stare at them, they look more peaceful than they do fighting a war that never ends. Death was the painless part. And I didn't care too much for the part before that either, even if THAT was the part where pain took place.

"You should be." Connor growled. I scoffed. After hours of silence, the sky turned a deep orange with pink ribbons of color in-between. I got bored, and I wanted to play. Connor watched the road ahead carefully and only occasionally glanced back at me or the road behind us.

I loosened the tight, brown cloth that tied my hands together in front of him easily. My fingers stretched themselves gracefully and my wrists relaxed. I waited for the horse to roughly stumble over a rock or rut to scoot closer to Connor, curiously waiting for a reaction. I didn't bother touching him, though my hands still had to fool him longer by holding onto him. I sighed, getting bored again. I decided that I needed to get some sort of reaction and my hands slowly ventured higher onto his chest, waiting to be scolded or hit on the head again. Or at least getting him to say something, I found it odd to be so close to someone without having them talk. In fact, it was really creepy. Finally, I pulled myself into a tight hug, and rested my head against his back, giving up and-

" WHAT ARE YOU DOING." Connor demanded. Oh, so it worked.

"Sleeping…" I replied amused.

"Oh…I…"

"What do you THINK I was doing…?" I asked, holding back an ignorant smile.

"Nothing." Right... When finally he let go of the horses' reins, I told myself that I wasn't done goofing off. I snatched his wrist and by instincts he looked back at me venomously. I felt rough beads and smooth round marbles encircling his wrist, strung together by a tough string.

"What's this?" I say innocently. He looked into my eyes suspiciously.

"It's a bracelet…" He breathes cautiously.

"Hm…it's called vòng đeo tay where I come from. Well, I think. I forgot."

I poke the bluish bead gently.

"It's very pretty." I told him. I meant it; little things like these were always fascinating to me.

"…thank you-."

"-But I thought only women wore jewelry." I smile as a he blushes and tries to explain something to me.

"That's not true!" He snapped.

I already knew that, I've seen soldiers holding lockets with pictures of their wives in it, and wearing necklaces, but I let him explain anyways, because it was fun listening to him try to tell me something and yelling at me halfway through because I started laughing. He glanced at the beaded bracelet again.

"It's from my home, back in, the hut I grew up in." Connor says softly. But I notice the tension in his voice, and finally, for once, I take him seriously.

So neither of us slept at all, I was too enraptured by his story to sleep properly. But now I know why he fights. He told me his village was destroyed, everything set on fire after being ransacked by the "white men" was amazed as I realized he lost almost everything that I lost and felt everything I felt.

"So…you're an Indian." I finally said. He shrugged.

"I thought that was obvious." Connor replied after his little explanation was done. It was. His dark skin said enough to tell me that he was not a colonist.

"I was making sure…" Jacque told me that they were horrible people, they did horrible things, and they talk to trees…Connor didn't sound someone who'd murder for no reason. I still dislike him, but I guess I don't hate him anymore.

"Hey! Did you do mess up the knots?" He snarls. I remember the cloth I loosened,

"I did no such thing…"

"Well somebody-!"

"Good night."

When I woke up, we were at a stable, the horse reduced to a slow exhausted trot, I remember Connor allowing me to step off the horse, with the cloth still wrapped tightly around my wrists as the horse went back into the stable and a different horse was brought out, eating loudly out of a trough. I stood there, trying not to fall asleep, until I looked up only to see Connor grinning then splashing me with cold water and I screamed. I think it was the first time I heard him laugh, but I marched over and batted his shoulder anyway, the smile disappeared when we heard men shout,

"There he is! The assassin! Kill him!" I stared at Connor.

"Assassin?" I panicked. I don't really remember anything about him being an assassin, he told me he fought for the patriots…I should have known judging by the way he dressed…I think he told me…but an assassins…I don't know why I seemed so shocked and amazed. He quickly untied me and dragged me to a dark brown horse and right away it sprinted as soon as Connor nicked it sides with his shoe. I looked back not bothering to sit the way ladies must sit anymore. Redcoats, again. The horse sped up and I felt as if I'd fall off any second.

"Tiffany." Connor snapped. My name was unfamiliar to me, especially if it was spoken by Connor in the middle of a chase where there are about six large men with guns and swords hunting you down.

He looked back at me, with a determined look on his face. He held a pistol in his hand. My pistol.

"Can I trust you with this?" He demanded, waving the fully loaded flintlock in his hands.

"…NO!" I shouted. He tossed it to me and I caught it turning around and fired quickly, once, twice, three, times, four times. Only two men fell off their horses, one stumbled behind the startled horses and dead bodies. Three left. They caught up quickly and one again I began to panic.

"Can you go faster?" I yelled. He glanced back several times, and snapped the reins but horse did not go any faster, it occasionally jolted faster when Connor nicked it, but the redcoats were faster than us. I fired again, annoyed be the recoil. One fell, the blood stains barely visible on his already crimson uniform.

"Hey, that was five shots, you have one more!" Connor warned me.

"What? Don't you have ammunition? There are like two more!" I hissed, my shoulder bag was hooked onto the horse's saddle and strung up so the bag wouldn't drag across the ground, the bullets were in there, but every time I reached down, I felt the heat and sharp crack of the musket ball flying by. They were shooting at us. A group of the red coats patrolling the street saw the two on horses pursing us furiously and decided to join in by foot.

"Make that six more men!" I panted.

"You might as well make the last bullet count!" Connor growled. I looked around; there were only long fields of potatoes and a handful of houses in this area, and…a small farmers market! I looked around and saw a large barrel of apples…yuck… and a woman next to the barrel, her back against it. I aimed at the bucket and once the redcoats were about five feet away from the barrel I fired. Sure enough the barrel literally exploded, with bright green apples flying into the air and plummeting into their path, and the woman startled by the sound of gunfire kicked the barrel away, sending it and the rest of the apples onto the street. I grinned at my success. The horses stumbled and tripped on the tiny fruits, and the guards who ran on foot were too slow to catch up.

"That actually worked…?" Connor gasped. I smiled haughtily. I looked back and one of the redcoats picked themselves from the ground.

"Is that a WOMAN?" He screeched. I turned away quickly and reached down and grabbed my shoulder bag hugging it tightly,

"Go faster!" I shouted at Connor. He cracked the reins again but horse seemed to slow down. I growled in frustration and pulled out the arrowhead, I flicked the tip of the blade off of the horse's side; it neighed in pain and fear and galloped away. After about two miles the horse slowed down again, and by then the both of us had calmed down. Connor was tense, and quieter than usual. I don't know why I got annoyed by this. But it must of have been because we were in New York, and now he has to explain what had happened before they hang me. He did not say anything to me, but I knew we arrived because there was a camp, almost identical to the one Pierre cooped me up in, only without the French.

"Is something bothering you?" I ask irritated. He doesn't say anything, only dismounts, helps me off and once again ties me up. Back to this…He looks around nervously, but I already spot General Washington, and I noticed Connor does too, but he slowly approaches him. Stopping twice on his way over even though they were only a few yards away, to look around and tighten his grip on me. Finally the general turns around and sees Connor's anxious face.

"General…I brought her here as you requested, but-." Connor attempts to explain but Washington quickly grabs me and leads me to a tent harshly, even I was a bit shocked by the sudden jerk. Connor ran to catch up, and I was shoved inside the tent, I felt hurt, by the sharp push.

"I can't believe I didn't recognize this earlier!" Washington says, he makes his way to the desk and chair. He throws aside the piles of paper and scraps until he finds a letter written in fine ink and a dark red rubber stamp stuck on the front of it, he hunches over the letter and I stand on my toes to look at what he's reading curiously. Connor steps forward.

"Washington this is SERIOUS…she is guilty of-."

"NOT NOW, Connor." Connor folds his arm across his chest and impatiently watches. I strain to see the letter but all I see was the stamp, it was the same sharp triangle insignia. The one that Connor had on his belt, his tomahawk and glove.

"Tiffany…tell me your REAL name…the Vietnamese one." Washington demands. I have to rack my brain for my old name the one I haven't used since I was ten.

"Uyen-Thy." I said clearly. Washington almost slapped himself.

"So it's true…come…your grandfather is here, quickly." General Washington says quietly. He notices the cloth around my wrists and unties that before handing me the rolled up letter. And for a second I take the letter but ignore it entirely.

"My grandfather is here! Really? He's here?" I ask delighted and elated by the thought. Washington appears confused.

"I thought…you would have known that…" He says eyeing me suspiciously.

"What do you mean…?" I smiled so happy that I might see my family and get out of this stupid land and out of this pointless war. Home.

Washington stares at me, dumbfounded, and I unroll the letter with the triangle on it. I read it carefully and only bother to read a few words, assassin, head-quarters, New York, leader, my grandfather's long complicated Vietnamese name, summons, Assassin Uyen-Thy. I stare at my name and more importantly the word assassin before it. My hands shake nervously, and I toss the letter away.

"What the hell…you…must have the wrong person!" I shout my voice trembling.

"I don't know that many Asian girls, dear. Come quickly, he is an impatient man." Washington gently takes my hands but I pull away. I look at Connor to see if he knows what's going on, but he only puts a hand on my shoulder.

"He knows what he's doing." He said firmly. They lead me farther and farther away until the camp is out of sight and only one tent is left in the woods. He takes me and Connor inside. I am not an assassin! This can't be happening! But as soon as the tent flaps wide open I see him. A familiar face, carved with wrinkles and his skin almost as dark as Connor's. He wears a hood, just like Connor…and he smiles. I choke on tears and disbelief. An assassin…me…all I want to know is what the hell is going on. There is no way I was…one of them. I manage to slide out a few words.

"Ông nội…?"

*SOB* sorry i had to use my own Vietnamese nickname, it means beautiful poem XD

But i couldn't find anything else...T.T Anyhoo, SORRY FOR THE MULTIPLE CLIFFHANGERS!

ao dai...traditional Vietnamese dress, there is a picture of Tiffany wearing one on my deviantart, the pic is called Innocence.

"Thức dậy!" Literally, wake up.

Ruộng lúa Literally Rice wheat, i think...i dunno my Vietnames is suckish.

vòng đeo tay Bracelet...literally...item worn on hand.

Ông nội...grandfather, grandpa...father's side.

Taadaa, Vietnamese lesson 101! Sorry once again for any confusion, mistakes and ahem i quote "damn cliffhangers"

XD I love you guys anyways. Thanks!