The Right Side

Addition Number 2

Standing by her horse and adjusting the saddle, Clarke keeps her eyes fixed on Connor. She'd occasionally look elsewhere, as to not look like she was watching him. Though when the native caught on, he walked away from his horse and to her. She shifted slightly, biting her bottom lip as he came close.

"You're still alright with me coming, yes?" He asked, receiving a nod. "Then why do you look so nervous?"

"The way things ended between you and Haytham... I don't know, I'm nervous about how the others will react to you joining. What about your... your Creed?"

"And what about your Order?" He rose a dark eyebrow. "You're pairing with an Assassin, and I'm pairing with a Templar."

"It sounds wrong," she shook her head. "It doesn't feel right."

"That's because you don't know any better. There's us, and them. Natives and White Men. Patriots and the Crown. Why don't we just work together? We could get so much more done if we do. So... maybe you're right. Maybe we do need to take out Washington and put Lee in his position. Washington was the one who killed my mother, and your family. I... owe it to her."

Clarke nods, listening silently as he spoke. It made sense. He just wanted what was right for America and after being with his people for some time, he knew what he had to do. "I understand," she nods. "Let's get going before Haytham begins to worry. He does that more often."

"Well I can see why," he let out a light chuckle before moving back to his horse and pulling himself up. "You've got a little one on the way, I'd be worried with you being so far away too."

"He has no idea I'm here." Clarke pulls herself onto her horse, turning him towards the path that would lead back into Boston.

"Perhaps we should go quickly, then."

With that, the two of them head off back to Boston. Of course, they tried their best to keep the ride short and quick, though Clarke felt as though it took too long. Maybe it was the anxiety in her stomach from bringing Conner home, or returning home to see Jack. Or maybe, it was the young one growing in her stomach.

Upon making it back to the Kenway Mansion, the blonde girl took in a deep breath and closed her eyes momentarily. When she opened them again, she dismounted her horse before glancing at the native. He was ready to go in. How he could be so brave to see his father, was a mystery.

"Come on," She motioned Connor to follow as she turned towards the mansion. Once at the door, she pushed it open and entered. "I'm home!" The moment the words escaped her mouth, Thomas popped his head around the corner.

"There ya are, darlin'! What took you-" he paused, eyes on Connor. "What the bloody hell is he doin' here?"

"He's come to help, Thomas. Don't-"

"Don't what, don't freak out? That savage nearly killed me Clarke!"

"He's our best shot at killing George Washington and you know it!" At all the yelling, the other two Templars and Jack slowly entered the room. They had the same reaction on their faces, save for the non-Templar.

"Clarke, darling," Haytham said slowly as he stepped forward. "Are you sure you want to do this? Perhaps we should-"

"I know what we need, Haytham. I want this man dead, and I've waited for years. Please, just give him a chance, will you?"

The Templar Commander looked over at his son, though no longer viewed the native as such. He was merely a man who had ruined Haytham's family time and time again, but now the love of his life notices that they need him. And while he never wanted to admit it, they do.

"How can you help us?" The Templar rose an eyebrow. "You wouldn't have a plan, would you? Or somehow gather information that we've missed?"

"I doubt you've missed it," Connor starts. "But I'm a few months time, George Washington will be arriving here in Boston to stay on business regarding the British and whatnot."

"Yes yes, we know," George rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. "But I'm a few months time, we'll be waiting for the baby to arrive!" He then motioned to Clarke. "So we need something sooner."

"No."

"No?"

"We use Clarke being pregnant to the best of our ability. Washington won't see a pregnant woman as a threat, so if she were to, say, faint near him, he'd help her of course. She'd be taken inside where he'd attempt to care for her. We hide a weapon on her and she kills him!"

"What if she's caught?" Haytham crosses his arms.

"You leave that part to me, okay?" At that, the Templars seemed visibly uneasy. "Please, you have to trust me if this is going to work. I'm not going to let her get hurt or jailed. She and the baby will be perfectly fine."

"Promise me," his father said in a low voice. "Promise me you'll keep them safe."

"I promise. I swear on my life, this will work."

"So is it a deal then?" Clarke asked as she looked at her three family members. "Are you ready to just end this?"

"I've been bloody ready," Thomas muttered. "Let's kill this bastard so you can have a baby."