Not quite three months this time. Doesn't feel like it, feels like a lot longer.

The mice are dead (two bodies were found)

The F1 has started (YAY)

I've now watched all of the BBC version of Sherlock (yes there will be a crossover later. I have it planned) though waiting for the next season is annoying.

I've also just started watching Castle and will probably be watching that for my entire 3 week break. Less certain about a crossover with it.

Max couldn't quite remember the events that led up to being chased around renaissance era Italy. She had a sneaking suspicion it was more the Doctors fault than hers which made a change. Apparently 900 years isn't long enough to figure out when to be subtle for Time Lords.

It hadn't been too difficult to figure out why the Tardis had brought them here. A group of people known as the Templars had kidnapped Di Vinci. From what little history Max had paid attention to that was bad.

Very bad.

When they had gone to visit Di Vinci the Doctor had asked the wrong people the wrong questions and now here they were, running for their lives.

Well, more like Max dragging the Doctor faster than he could run, probably wasn't wise over the uneven streets but the quick changes in direction were preventing him from face planting. They reached a market square bustling with people minding their own business, each of the paths leading off had Templars closing in on them. While Max knew she could take to the roofs easily enough, the Doctor was a bit lacking in that department.

His arm was torn from her grasp, people filling up the gap as he was swallowed into the crowd out of sight. Max rolled her eyes and tracked his double heartbeat as she scaled the nearest building and ducked into a weird roof box thing with cloth drapes.

By her calculations he was in a cart of hay. And the Templars had given up looking for them, just going back to wandering the streets, occasionally pestering citizens.

Huh? No one gave up that easily.

"Best way to get Templars off your tail without having to pick hay out of your cloak," a voice informed her with a smirk. Max pivoted on one foot, drawing weapons as she faced the speaker. A man was crouching on the sill of the box, a hood concealing most of his face, his eyes assessing her in a way all too familiar. He was an assassin and had probably figured out what she was mostly capable of. The calculating look faded and was replaced by a charming smile.

"Ezio Auditore." The man held out a hand. Max raised an eyebrow, she knew there was a concealed blade attached to his wrist. Both wrists in fact. Both looked to be on some sort of mechanism to release them when needed. Max extended her own hand and grasped his arm in a knights handshake, making sure to put pressure in the right place to lock the mechanism of the blade. Ezio raised an eyebrow but shook anyway. In hindsight Max realise that in that era he might have gone for 'kiss a lady's hand' but she couldn't care less at this point.

"Max Hakie. I don't suppose you could take me to see the guy one of your associates just dragged into the cart of hay?" Max asked almost sheepishly, a teasing smile on her face. Ezio looked at her still smiling though she saw a hint of something flit through his eyes, recognition.

"I could, but first I have a request of my own. The man you were visiting has been taken by the Templars. It would be in both of our interests to retrieve him."

"You think I can help?"

"I know you can Maxine. So do you." That smile hard turned smug with the use of her full name. Max rolled her eyes, she wondered if the Tardis had known that Di Vinci needed finding. That implied this would not be easy. Best kind of adventure really. Easy ones were boring.

It still ended up with running through the streets of somewhere in Italy after traveling to the place Di Vinci was supposedly being held. Max hadn't paid attention past 'we think he's here' and a cross on a map. She had some other assassins following her, she wasn't sure why. Possibly for help. Possibly to finish this mess if she died as a distraction. Possibly –

Ah, that was a person she just ran into. Did civilians not have the sense to get out of the way of fast moving people?

Apparently not if they were trying to pick pocket her. What was the social protocol for dealing with people trying to steal from you? Stab them? Max settled for shoving them far away seconds after reclaiming what had almost gone missing.

Max had been beyond tempted to do a repeat of the Survivors and go all 'angel' on people to freak them out. Then she remembered she wasn't supposed to mess with time. It was one of the self-imposed rules that she hated to follow, but if she broke it Oma Desla would probably moan at her again and ban her from time travel as well as dimension hopping. It meant she had to do this mission the pedestrian way, no magic or chakra, not visible anyway.

She almost missed the complex they were going to be breaking into because of her thoughts.

The assassins pulled back to watch the complex from the roof of a building across the street, waiting for something. Max joined Ezio on his perch.

"Are we hoping they just decide to let Di Vinci walk out the front door or is there a plan?" she asked sarcastically, in recent times waiting wasn't something she did often.

"We now wait for the Dragon." Max considered banging her head against a wall. While she knew dragons existed, she doubted that was what they meant.

"Dragon?" Max had this sinking feeling she knew why she was here now.

"It is complicated, but just as I knew you would be here and help us somehow, I knew a great dragon of fire would turn up to aid our rescue."

So much for no chakra Max thought as a grin spread across her face. Back on her own time, on earth she couldn't use her chakra for massive things like great displays of fire.

"I think I know why I'm here. When you see the dragon do not gap at it like an idiot. Move swift." Max tilted her head slightly as if listening for something, then leapt away towards the compound, disappearing from sight the second she could.

Standing in the middle of the forecourt facing the main building, she flexed her fingers, she hadn't done anything of this magnitude in a while. She took a few deep breaths to centre herself. A dragon, or at least a good size, fully formed one, took a lot of focus and that was without the control it took if you wanted to make it move in anything but a forward direction.

From the first seal her hands moved practically on their own, remembering the movements of something that had been so well practiced in the past. She finished with an unseen flourish and brought her hand to her mouth, breathing the dragons life into the chakra. There was a huge whoosh of light and sound as the dragon emerged in all its bright fiery glory, towering over the complex, raising its head to let out a booming roar that sent vibrations through the ground.

She felt the assassins scale the walls of the complex, moving quickly towards the building, they obviously had some idea where Di Vinci was being held. At this rate the operations should be over in five, ten minutes maximum. She could hold the dragon for that long. She made it rise up high into the sky before diving straight for the main building, pulling up just in time, scorching some of the walls, some of the drapes in windows had caught fire. Max shrugged, not her division.

The dragon did some other showy maneuverers, not all of them stolen from what little Quidditch she had actually watched. She watched it twist in the sky, menacing the panicking people, loving the freedom the air gave it to move in whatever direction she wanted.

It seemed all to soon the assassins were done, Max drew the dragon up into the sky again, higher than before, then let it fall seemingly uncontrollable, freaking the people out even more, sending them running for shelter. Just before impact, the dragon disappeared, completely and suddenly. Max smirked, her work done. She did like a good distraction. It felt very freeing.

As she made her way as far from the scene as she could a smirk crossed her face. The Tardis did love joking about it seemed, as she was parked down a side alley she was just about to pass by.

Sometimes it was better to have a quiet ending, just a fade to black. Exit stage left.

Well, better than a witch hunt anyway.

It came to no surprise that the Tardis was back to normal when she dashed in before it could dematerialise again. Max got the distinct feeling it was screwing around with her on purpose. Just what she needed right now.

The next few stops were a bit of a blur. Ending up fighting gladiators at the Colosseum in Ancient Rome in some twisted way to prove that the doctor was innocent of something he'd done. It was strange being the one to bail someone else out of trouble. Normally it was the other way around.

After Rome they ended up in the far distant future on an almost deserted ship of the Jupiter Mining Corporation called Red Dwarf where a human, a humanoid cat, a robot, a computer AI and a hologram were trying to get home. Unfortunately home had been destroyed a while back. Not that the time-travellers told them.

Sometimes it's better to leave them some hope, the Doctor had said before they moved on again.

The Doctor seemed excited about the next destination, well more excited than usual, bouncing around the control room like she'd spiked his tea (she was not completely sure what she could spike it with to make him this bad)

As soon as the Tardis landed her had bounded over to the doors, dragging her by her arm. He them opened the doors with a flourish

"Welcome to Atlantis!" Throught he doorway Max could see the familiar walls of Atlantis, the floating city.

"I'm not sure I am welcome here," Max muttered, remembering her rude dismissal.

"No, this is back when the Ancients lived here. Not the humans in your time." The Doctor was still bouncing around, slightly put out by the less-than-impressed face Max had.

"Great I can annoy more of them. Two of them already hate me in the future."

"I'm sure that's not true."

"No, I distinctly remember Oma Desla saying 'I hate you' when we met. Chaya, well nothing says 'I hate you' more than binding half my chakra. If I see here I'll be sure to punch her again."

"Well that's all in the future now, none of them know that they hate you."

"That's strangely not reassuring." The Doctor looked like he was about to say something but they were interrupted by some light coughing. They had an audience of adults in robes. At least they looked better than wizard robes.

"Now is not the best time to seek sanctuary here Time Lord. We have our own enemies to face." Max took a wild guess and assumed the Wraith were the 'enemy'. She expanded her senses as far as she could. No wraith in the city at least. It was about then she noticed the attention had shifted to her.

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it."

"You are from the future." There was no question in that statement, the person was just showing off. It was a trait most Ancients seemed to possess, Max would probably never admit it but she also did that a lot.

"You are a descendant of Morgana." There were probably a number of sarcastic remarks Max could have made. Instead she was herded to a room not far from the control room with any of her questions being ignored. The Doctor trailed along behind, not quite used to being ignored like this.

"Morgan-"

"I know, she has my blood. I wish to talk to her alone." That was never a good thing to hear. The door shut behind her, leaving the two distant relatives alone in the room.

What was said in that room would never be clear. Neither of them mentioned what they had talked about but both of them seemed changed, just a bit.

For Morgana, her time was set in stone, the talk would not be able to change much.

For Max, her future was still being made, she just needed to be willing to point it in the direction it needed to go, even if it deviated from where she wanted it to go.

Writing Assassins Creed is hard when I've only seen it being played. I'm crap at console games and last time I played I kept walking off buildings.

It will probably be a few chapters before Max gets back to Konoha but when she does... Well, I doubt anyone can guess what I have planned.

Reviews are lovely to read.