Ellie gasped when the gash in her arm sent another wave of pain through her. She grit her teeth and pressed on, determined to get away from the Bluecoats. She leapt off the roof, landing safely in a haystack. She quickly got out, sprinting down the street of Boston.

"Get her!"

Ellie made a sharp turn into an alley, running through an open door she saw. She ran through the house ignoring the sounds of the frightened residents. She ran out the other side, heading toward another haystack nearby. Two Bluecoats came out of an alley nearby, ruining her chances of hiding. She sprinted toward one, using her momentum to cleave her way through one with her sword. She dodged the other's sword, sprinting out into the street again. A gunshot sounded and Ellie heard a bullet ricochet near her feet on the cobblestone street.

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw a huge group of Bluecoats waiting for her.

"By order of the King you are-"

The man's declaration was interrupted by another blade. Ellie watched in awe and confusion as the man easily took care of the barricade of soldiers. She was surprised to see a Native in Boston of all places. It wasn't safe anywhere for them anymore.

"Leave her. Alone," the man growled. Ellie looked up at him in surprise. She never heard someone sound so angry and dangerous. He also looked very familiar...and it was scaring her because she never forgot a face but she never remembered his.

One of the men that was chasing her pointed a gun. Ellie quickly pulled her own pistol out and shot him. The Native sprang forward, taking care of the other two.

Ellie sprinted away, hoping to lose the man. She was grateful for his help, but she had more important matters to attend to.

"Wait!"

She ignored him, sprinting toward a tunnel entrance. I need to get there before he does.

"I know that the tunnels were used by the Sons of Liberty. You must listen Ellie!"

Ellie skidded to a halt, almost causing the man to collide into her. She stuck her finger in his face. "How do you know my bloomin' name?" she snarled.

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Connor stared down at who was supposed to be his wife, heart breaking a little. He had hoped that she would be left out of this terrible reality. He saw the hidden blade strapped to her arm and his stomach sunk. She was doing exactly what she never wanted to do.

Connor tried to hold back the wave of sorrow coming over him. If losing his mother and his people a second time didn't do it, this did.

The love of his life was standing in front of him and he knew he couldn't find comfort from her.

She didn't even know him.

"Please listen," he said weakly, holding his hands out.

Ellie stepped back a little, studying him. Before he knew what was going on, a hidden blade was at his throat. She was fast! Faster than him!

"What is your name?"

"Connor."

"And why are you here?"

"I'm looking for Benjamin Franklin. I need to find him," he said, holding his hands up.

Ellie's eyes narrowed. She sheathed her hidden blade, stepping back again. "You're in luck. I'm looking for him too."

She turned away, heading toward the tunnel entrance. "Come on you big Ox."

Connor heart leapt at the nickname. The woman he loved was still there.

Now he had to find out how to fix all of this.

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Christ, I had a bunch of ideas spring up because of the DLC and I hit the ground running on this one. I had a few people ask where Ellie would fit into the DLC and this popped into my head.

Enjoy!

Edit: I really must enjoy torturing myself because I wrote the first part from Connor's point of view now

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Connor stalked down the street of Boston. He had to find her. He had to find Ellie. She had to be here. She was too smart to get caught or anything else. He hoped that she wasn’t in this fight at all.

He honed his new abilities in, hoping to find her that way.

He heard the heartbeats of hundreds, but he was focusing on one familiar one. He inhaled deeply, hoping to catch her scent.

His heart felt like it was too big for his chest when he finally found her. He raced down the street, following the trail. He skidded to a halt, seeing her running past him. He was shocked to see her in what looked like soldiers regalia. A group of Bluecoats were chasing after her as well. Anger started to simmer in Connor’s stomach at the sight.

He free ran up some boxes up to the rooftops. He raced along keeping an eye on her and the men chasing her. He leaped, taking out two of them. She was running so fast that she didn’t even notice.

He raced up onto the rooftops again, managing to keep up with her. She turned back out onto the street. Connor halted at the edge of the rooftop, seeing a group of soldiers blocking her way.

His heart swelled when he saw her. These past few weeks have been Hell for him. Seeing her made it a little better.

His Ellie was still there.

She wasn’t safe though.

He leapt off the rooftop, taking care of the guards standing behind the group of men.

“By order of the King you are-“

Connor cut him off before anything else could be said.

He quickly took care of the other men, keeping an eye on Ellie out of the corner of his eye. The anger from before turned into a roaring rage when he saw how much blood was on her.

These men were going to pay.

No one hurts his Tiakení:teron and gets away with it.

He felt the rage take over him as he took out the last few men. He glared at the ones standing behind her.

“Leave her. Alone,” he snarled.

His voice sounded strange even to his own ears.

One man pointed his gun at him. Ellie quickly pulled a pistol out and shot him. Connor thought the sight of his wife with a gun was strange, but now was not the time to dwell on it. He leapt forward, burying his tomahawk in one man’s neck and unsheathing his hidden blade. He quickly stabbed the other in the heart.

Ellie had already taken off toward an alley toward the tunnel entrance he knew was nearby.

“Wait!” he called out, chasing after her.

Memories of him playfully chasing her down the dirt trails of the homestead flashed through his mind as he followed her.

Those times didn’t exist now.

“I know that the tunnels were used by the Sons of Liberty. You must listen Ellie!”

She skidded to a halt, suddenly whipping around. She stuck a finger in his face.

“How do you know my bloomin’ name?”