Souls Through Time (EzioxOC/DesmondxOC)

Chapter 4 - Amelia

1476 - Florence, Italy

Age: 17-18

They delivered the papers to the man Ezio had spoke of that evening. She couldn't help but notice the dark figure that had been over Uberti's shoulder when the door had opened. Something was off about the whole situation and she feared the worst when the man Ezio called a friend said he would use the papers to free his father. From years of experience she could tell that the man was lying. But what could she do? She did the only thing she could do. Make her presence known.

Having been hiding in the shadows behind her friend she stepped forward. She glared at the man over Ezio's shoulder and she saw his skin go pale in fear. He was up to no good and she knew it. Ezio glanced over his shoulder at her and her face softened a little to a hard stare. He gave her a questioning brow but she shook her head slightly. She walked away and sat on the edge of the well that stood in the middle of the courtyard. Her gaze wandered around the buildings as she came up with different ways to escape the area.

"You alright?" Ezio's voice brought her out of her thoughts and she looked up at him.

"I don't trust him. He's up to no good." She told him quietly, glancing around him at the front of the house. She stood and started making her way out of the courtyard and up the side of the building. He followed her lead and she gave him a hand up on the roof.

"He's been a friend of the family for years. My father trusts him." Ezio told her and she just hummed in response. She decided not to push the issue and only prayed that her fears weren't correct.

"I hope that trust is well placed. Do you have somewhere to stay tonight, Ezio?" She asked.

"No" He shook his head.

"Follow me then. I've got a place where we can rest until the trial." She nodded her head and began the walk towards her old home. Her old room had stayed unoccupied from the glance she had taken on the way to the study earlier. They could sleep there for the night to wait for the trial in the morning.

The mercenaries had no problem with the two of them spending the night when they arrived. They made their way up to her old room and when she opened the door she found that there was a layer of dust covering everything. She chuckled to herself when she heard Ezio sneeze rather loudly.

"I hope this will do for the night." She told him and he looked over at her with a smile on his face.

"How many men have the pleasure of being in your room?" He asked, a mischievous look on his face as he walked over to her bed. He plopped down on the mattress and a cloud of dust came up around him causing a violent sneezing fit. She laughed from her spot by the window and he glared at her as he continued to sneeze. Once he had recovered he looked over at her and smirked. "Or in your bed?"

"You would be the first Ezio." She snorted, knowing exactly what he was insinuating. He hadn't changed a bit. Even though the subject of his jests had dramatically changed his dry humor had not. She looked over at him and saw the blush on his cheeks, having realized what she had actually said. "Does my virtue scare you?" She teased and he scowled.

"If you weren't one of my dearest friends, this would be...different." He coughed. She looked over at him with a questioning look before she waved him off. She wanted to change the subject but nothing came to mind that they could talk about.

"Why are you here Amelia? Why now, after all this time?" He asked after a pregnant pause. She looked over at him with a sad look in her eyes. She hadn't talked about it with anyone. She hadn't truly told anyone what had happened and she didn't know how. She had locked all that pain and grief I'm her chest and now standing here in front of her dearest friend she could feel it bubbling up in her chest. He noticed her sudden change and stood from the bed. He was by her side in an instant, a gentle hand rubbing her upper arm.