Summary: When Katherine Johnson moved to the colonies she meets a Assassin named Connor. Together they set off for an adventure of a lifetime. A templar and a assassin working together for the first time ever.

Paring: Connor/OC

Rating: M for rape maybe and lemons…mostly lemons

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the game and Katherine. Enjoy.

Dear Diary,

It's been more than a week since we headed off for the new world and me getting anxious more than ever. When will we land? When will I get to meet the Grandmaster? When will my dad set me off to find his traitor son and end his life? More questions like these pop up in my head. Papa says that we're getting closer and closer to land. I wonder what everything looks like. Is everything different here than in England? Are the surroundings more filthy than the ones we have? I sure hope not. I could not stand to stay in dirty surroundings. Well, papa is calling me up to deck. I better go see what he wants. I will write in you when we settle in our new house. I know that would be a while but you can wait right?

Love, Katherine

I close the top hard case to my diary and lock it so no one could get in. I get up from my chair and head up to the deck looking for Father wondering what he wanted. "Katherine! Over here!" He called me waving his hand so I could see him. I rushed over to him and he hugged me tight. "Just a few more minutes until we reach the land my sweet!" He cheers with a big smile on his face. Finally I get to see the land after weeks of calm seas and roaring storms.

"That is wonderful news papa!" I chimed happy with a smile on face. "Where is mother?"

"She is down in our cabin. She is resting right now. She woke up nauseous and dizzy. Do you think she could be with child? The same happened when we had you."

I look down at the wood flouring a bit happy for her that I might have a brother or sister. "I think so. More wonderful news for the day," I smile once more the smile hurting my face since I smile a bit to much to top off my normal sassy mood.

When we boarded the docks I smiled running to the edge and looked at the buildings and the people walking the street and horses walking by. I saw a blur of white run by and I followed him the best I could with my eyes and when he got out of eye shot I ran down the ramp of the boat and down the docks with my father calling after me. Here we go with my curiosity getting the best of me again. I stopped in a alley way and huffed when I lost him trying my best not to stop my feet.

"And how did you get here Miss?" A british voice asked behind me. I turned around spotting a redcoats and smiles the best I can.

"I got lost… no big deal, sir," I reply. He took a step closer to me then I backed away from him disliking him already.

"Do you know what happens to women who get lost?" He asks me.

"N-No, why? What happens?"

"They get owned," He says darkly his eyes matching his tone.

"O-owned?"

By the time I knew what he was saying he grabbed me by the arm tightly and pulled me close to him moving his lips to my own capturing them in a forced kiss. I tried to push him back but he was like a boulder that was a thousand pounds. I pulled my head back finally frowning. "What are you doing? Get away from me!" I tell him stepping on his foot finally getting out of his grasp and running down the street panting from running. I need to get back in shape it's been a long time since I trained with my father. When I think I lost him he came up behind me putting a hand over my mouth and his gun at my temple.

"I will get what I want, Missy. And there is nothing you can do about it. Understand?!" He asks his voice rising. I nodded my head thinking of a plan to get away from this creep. He drags me to another dark alley way and pushes me against the wall moving his face close to mine where I smell the stank of his breath. He had to much to drink I suppose. Shame I would have to kill him soon. He kisses me forcefully once more and rips off the top of my dress to where my breasts were exposed. I try to cover up and push him back once more but he grabbed my arm and pinned it over my head. Okay guy. You are really getting on my nerves. I moved my hand slowly to my back and under my dress where I kept my dagger on my waist. I pulled it out slowly making sure he doesn't know what I'm doing and hides my hand behind my back. When I got ready to strike he stops moving letting out a grunt and falls limp in my arms. I look at his back where a tomahawk stuck out of him and hummed.

"Are you alright?" A voice asked me moving closer to him ignoring my exposed breasts.

"Yeah, no thanks to you. I had him if you gave me time to attack him," I glared at him.

"What do you mean?" He asks narrowing his eyes at me. "I saw him make his move onto you. If it wasn't for me you would be dead by now."

"I was taking my time to make a plan. You got in my way." I cross my arms over his chest looking at him closely. I noticed that he has a hood over his head covering his eyes, but I saw the frown on his face. "I thought there was none of your kind left. But I was wrong. You must be the assassin my father told me about."

"How do you know about me?" He frowns more glaring at me. "You're one of THEM. You're a templar."

"And you're an assassin. Kill me now if you wish. Just so you know my father would be looking for you if I'm not back to him." He gets the tomahawk out my rapist back and starts to circle around me, as I watch him with bored eyes. "Oh can't we fight later assassin? I have somewhere to be, and that's my new home. I have to check up on my mother. So if you'll excuse me."

"I will end your life next time I see you templar," He says darkly.

"Whatever assassin, you won't even know where I live at. So shut your filthy mouth."

"Filthy? I think you are the one who has a filthy mouth. You are a woman, not a vile acting man! You are wasting my time and I hate to have my time wasted. Pray we do not meet again and I will kill you," He says as he disappears. I roll my eyes. Yeah, yeah, You said that before, I think to myself. I look down at my torn dress and frowns knowing I have to face my father dressed like this. Bad thing is, I have no idea where he could have gone. Maybe he's still at the docks or maybe he's at the house. I never seen the house before so I don't know where that is. I just have to search on my own. Heading out of the dark alleyway, i walk down the street with my arms still crossed over my chest. The redcoats I passed by wouldn't take their eyes off of me. I sent them a glare saying that if they near me I will stab them in the head. I will not be treated like I was minutes ago. I smiled as I see my father on a horse trotting away from the docks slowly and runs up to him smiling.

"Father!" I smile.

He looks down at me frowning. "Katherine, where were you. We were about to go search for you. We already moved into the house where your mother is currently resting."

Bullocks, i forgot about my mother not feeling well. "I'm sorry papa, I found a…bird and I wanted to follow it to…uh… see where it went," I lied.

He stared at me quietly and shakes his head. "Katherine, my daughter, you are a very bad lier. Now where did you actually go?"

I frown glaring at the floor can't telling him that I got raped, or almost raped and got saved by the assassin I was supposed to kill later on when father tells me too. What do I tell him? I open my mouth starting to say something before a voice stopped me. Thank god… "Charlie Johnson, a pleasure of seeing you here," He said. I looked up seeing a old man in his fifties and gray hair pulled back into a ponytail and a tri-cone hat on top of his head. I eyed his clothing, looks good on him. A cape over formal wearing.

"Master Kenway," He says nodding his head.

"And who is this lovely lady?" He asks glancing at me making me move uncomfortably since my dress is ripped at the front.

"Katherine Johnson," I said softly.

"A pleasure of meeting you. You must be his daughter of course. He told me much about you."

"Good things I hope?"

"Very good things," He smiles. "Now I must be off. I will be expecting you later Charlie. Good day to you both," He nods his head walking off with his hands behind his back leaving me wondering. How did a polite guy like this make a savage traitor of a son? I will have to ask Father later when we get home.