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. Probably would be AU as well… I don't feel like looking up the history points from game… sorry.
Paring: Connor/OC
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Rating: M for rape maybe and lemons…mostly lemons
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the game and Katherine. Enjoy.
"Get up," A guard says loudly waking us both up getting me to hit my head on the wall. "Ow," I groans getting up along with Connor.
"Where are we going?" He asks as he stands up sleepily. The guards says nothing as we walked down the halls slowly giving me enough time to look at everyone faces.
"Where do you think we're going?" I ask Connor quietly as I pull my hair over my left shoulder after running my hand through it to get the tangles out.
"I suppose where the inmates get together. I was ease dropping last night while you was sleep and some inmates said something about Mason Weems having a forged key or some of the sort."
"Do think he can get us out?" I look at him frowning a bit then stumbles forward as a guard pushes me since I was walking to slow. Connor glared at the guard as he walks past us as we reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Follow," He says softly walking around until he spotted a man playing a play by himself. Connor puts his hand on a chair and looks down at him. "Mason Weems?"
"Could be," He answers putting a black piece down on the brown board in front of him.
"I need your help," Connor says as he turns the chair around so that the back end was facing Mason and he sits down leaning his arms on the top of the chair.
"Oh?" Was all Mason got out making me scoff rolling my eyes.
"Are you sure he is the one Connor?" I ask him.
"Quiet," He tells me softly getting me to cross my arms and move off some where else leaning my back against the wall. "They say you know a way out of here," He says turning his attention back to Mason.
"They say a lot of things," Mason replies looking up as Connor places a hand on his arm.
"I do not have times for games," Connor frowns looking at him.
"A shame, as I was hopping you play one with me," He manages to pull his arm from Connor's grasp.
Connor leans back with his hands still over the chair's top frowning. "Fine."
"Are you familiar with the rules? Seeing as you already know mine - what's your name?" Mason asked watching Connor place down a white piece on the lower left hand side of the board.
"Connor."
"Pleased to meet you Connor." He watches as he places down another one of his white game pieces. "Well played! Sos, what brings you two to bridewell?"
"Treachery. We have been falsely accused."
"Of course you have…" Mason said not believing his story. I ought a punch him in the neck. What Connor says is true! I stay against the wall watching the game and Mason closely so he wouldn't try anything funny.
"You do not believe me," Connor answers putting down another piece in another spot away from the others.
"Why should I? You've the look of the brute."
Connor lets out a scoff. "You misjudge. I am a honest man."
"And yet a man imprisoned. Tell me how you found yourself in this place."
"It is a private matter."
"As is what you ask of me…" Mason retorts getting me to get off the wall and started going over to there but Connor secretly waved his hand briefly glancing at me telling me to stay where I am.
"I was trying to prevent a murder," He says after a few seconds of silence.
"Oh? Anyone I know?"
"George Washington."
Mason frowns at him leaning up from his game. "The others put you up to this didn't they? Thought it might be fun to have another laugh at Mason's expense?" He gets up now Connor's and my eyes following his movement. "Fools, lot of them, to make light of something like this." That's when I went over to him ignoring Connor's hand movements.
"This is not a joke! He's telling you! George Washington is really going to die if we don't get out of here!" I say not too loud for anyone else to hear. "You have got to help us."
"You're serious aren't you?" He asks getting a nod from me.
"Yes! Very! We have no time for games alright? Just help us."
"Very well. But it's going to take some doing. See - everything hinges on the key I forged. But that lout Finch stole it! Took me three months to make the thing, too. You need to get it back, or we're not going anywhere."
"Consider it done," Connor says getting up out the chair and walking towards the stairs.
"Who's getting the key and who's distracting?" I asks him as we walk up the stairs.
"You will distract. It will be easier since you are a slender woman," He tells me getting me to scoff and cross my arms. I look up to a man leaning on the wall before he got off and started walking off.
"I'm on it," I ran up the rest of the stairs towards Finch and accidentally bumped into him. "So sorry," I say turning around as he stood there frowning at me. He started cursing me out as Connor sneaked up behind him grabbing the key from his pocket and turns walking back down the stairs. I stepped on Finch's foot hard watching him crumble to the floor as I followed behind Connor.
We went back to our cell for the night and we sat on the mattress on the floor looking over the key. "Do you think it will work?" I ask looking up from the key to his face.
"We will not know if we do not try," He answers me putting the key in his red belt before looking at me.
"And when will we try?"
"Tomorrow night," He nods his head laying down by me turning his back from me as well going to sleep. I lay by him looking at the cell door closing my eyes minutes later going to sleep.
When the next night came around when Connor crawled over my legs moving to the bared door silently putting the key in the hole and moving it around before pulling it out frustratingly. "This key is useless," He growls out looking up at a guard passing by.
"What are you looking at?" A guard asks before banging on the door startling me awake. "You in the market for a husband?" Connor stares at him quietly and turns when he walks off laying by me and going back to sleep.
Morning came around when we got let out of out cells. Connor immediately went down to Mason seeing him writing in his Journal reminding me of my Diary. I haven't wrote in my diary in so long…
"The key you forged was useless," Connor growls standing over the chair he sat in before.
"What do you mean?"
"It did not fit the lock."
"It's not meant to," Mason answers getting me to raise my eyebrow.
"You forged a key that does not work?" I asked him this time.
"Well that all depends on what you mean by work. It'll get us out of here, just not the way you expected," He tells me looking right at me.
"Then how?" Connor ask this time shaking his head a bit staring down at him.
"You're going to use it to get the real key off the warden. You have to swap yours for his."
"Why not have us to take the real key? Why all this extra work?"
"He might notice if it went missing. This way, he'll be none the wiser."
"And when he tries to use it?" I ask crossing my arms over my chest.
"He won't. That's why we're targeting him."
"How do we reach the warden?" Connor asks sighing turn a bit looking at Mason.
"Yes… this part you may not like."
"Oh, like we like the others. Out with it," I demanded him policing my hands on the table leaning over him.
"You need to pick a fight."
"What?" I asks my eyes widening looking at him as Connor stares at him frowning.
"Pick a fight and they'll throw you in the pit."
"How does this help us? How does this help at all?" I ask putting a hand on my forehead, shaking my head a bit.
"The warden oversees the pit. Getting sent in there is the only way to reach him," He tell us.
"We'll give you credit…" Connor speaks up. "You've given this plan to risk our lives a great deal of thought…"
"Take down as many as you can. One of two will only serve to entertain the guards. You need to make them angry. We all have our part to play. Try not to die." Connor rolls his eyes his head turning to the side as he takes me by the arm and drags me over to a group of men.
"I can't fight… I will most likely die," I say shaking my head trying to hold myself back but proves useless with a guy as big as Connor.
"No you will not. I am sure of it. You are a great fighter. You do not have your weapons on you as well as I but I am sure you are a great fist fighter."
"As well as you," I say nodding my head smiling at him. He nods his head back moving towards a man putting him in a headlock choking him until he fall down not moving. A crowd of men surrounds us and one moves towards me throwing a punch but I push his fist away and send a knee to his stomach before upper cutting under his chin sending him backwards. I look at Connor as he trips a guy and steps on his chest knocking him out. Two down, three to go. I did a round house kick to one of the guy's cheek and under my foot I felt his Jaw break. I did a powerful kick. I glanced at Connor once more and the last man fell at his feet.
"Nice work," I nod at his work.
"You as well," He says softly nodding at mine. He turns around breathing heavily soon getting hit in the head by a guard and I move towards him but falls forwards as I get hit behind my knees by another guard. Damn these guards. The last thing I saw was us getting carried to the pit.
I awoken to Connor slipping his arms through the bars putting the key in the keyhole jiggling it around until it clicked softly and the door opened widely. He looks at me and nods his head slipping through the door and I followed him with out discussion. He walked down the hall following a guard quietly and turned into a doorway with Mason standing at the front.
"You'll find Hickey through that door. It's where they keep the "important" prisoners. Nicer rooms, more space - those sorts of things. It seems even in prison, who you know makes all of the difference," Mason tells us while he opens the door.
Connor puts a brief smile on his face as he puts a hand on Mason upper arm. "Thank you Mason - for everything. We will find a way to repay the favor when our work here is finished." Mason nods his head as Connor walks through him and I smile sweetly at Mason as I follow behind Connor.
We walk up the stairs quietly making sure to avoid the guards and when we reach Hickey's room, Connor rushes to the bed grabbing on to the back of his neck, that's when Hickey didn't move so Connor turned him over on the floor looking at the lifeless body of someone else.
"Who is that?" I whispered looking at the body closely.
"Not who you was expectin' am I right?" Hickey asks behind us getting us both to glare at him. That body must of been the warden! He framed us both!
"What have we here?" Charles Lee asks leaning against the door with a pistol in his hands before lowering it. "I thought we finished off your kind."
"You would like that wouldn't you? To rid the world of all who do not share your views," Connor answers.
"Guilty as charged," He laughs holding out his hands walking forward.
I look down at the ground thinking over my life. I have been with the wrong group all this time… I should have been with the Assassin's instead of the Templars! I hated the way they did things. The assassin's cared about freedom and peace, while the Templars only wanted order and whatever else they wanted I forgot what father told me. I think I know now…
"Your meddling in the revolution has caused us no small measure of grief. It cannot continue. Our work is too important. But what would you know, beyond all the lies Achilles feeds you and the tales you tell yourself."
"I know that the people wish to be free - and that men like Washington fight to make it so."
"Please. The man is weak. He stumbles and stammers through each engagement, making it up as he goes along. His pedigree is pathetic - his military record even more so. I could go on and on but we'd be here for days so hand fold are his faults, so deficient are his merits. He must be dealt with. You two as well. I will abide no more flies in the ointment." He says as Connor and I glare at him all while he was talking.
"'Ere is 'ow it's gonna work. First we bind ya and bring ya to your cell. Then, tomorrow, you two go before the court accused of plottin' to kill good ol' Georgie. Maybe we could pin the murder of the Warden on ya'll too. You did kill 'im after all," Hickey says.
"No, Connor didn't kill him…" I start. "You killed him! You will not get away from this! You won't!"
"Now who would believe you, girl?" He ask asked me frowning at me. "They would take the word of Charlie over here. Once that's all squared away, well then.." He makes a motion over his neck making a sound sound like he's getting strangled.
Connor frowns and moves towards Charles pushing his arm that's holding the gun away and they wrestled until Charles pinned him against the wall with his arm under his neck choking him.
"All those years ago… The child in the forest was you," Charles says looking up at him.
"I said I would find you," Connor managed to get out.
"And so you have," Charles laughs. "But not as you had expected, am I right? You know - all of this might have ben avoided if you had done what I had asked of you to do. Ah… but what's done is done." He added more pressure onto to Connor's neck then lets him go as he fell to the floor knocked out. He looks up at me and shakes his head. "Just wait unit your father has heard what you done. You betrayed him… You should of listened to him and stayed away from him."
"You can't tell my father!" I said running towards him but he hit me back getting me to fall on the floor glaring up at him. "Just wait till I get out of here. You'll be dead before you know it," I growled out.
"Deal with her Thomas," Charles says walking off. I yelped out as Thomas kicked me in the head and followed off leaving me with Connor's limp body.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. There will be more to come soon. And maybe Connor and Kathy will hook up soon. Who knows. Read and review. Good day, or night!