I know the least about Connor out of all the assassins, so I apologize if this is really bad.
Connor's POV
I stare at Desmond, who lies unconscious on the ground at my feet.
What do I do?
I sling my bow and quiver onto my back and make sure that my tomahawk is secure in my belt before picking him up and carrying him to the nearest village.
I go to the house where I'm staying and lay him down in the bed.
"Desmond? Desmond, wake up," I say, shaking him. He remains unconscious and I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.
I sit down in a chair and wait. It's the only thing I can do.
Desmond's POV
I open my eyes and look around. I'm in a small room with one window, a bed, a side table, a dresser, and a chair. Connor is in the chair, and he looks up at me.
"You're awake!" he says, grinning.
"Yeah... hey," I say, rubbing my head.
"You've been out cold for half an hour."
"That's not bad. Altaïr had it worse when it came to my time travelling," I say, standing up. Connor stands up as well and leans against the wall.
"So, what did you do with the other assassins?"
"They improved my skills, showed me around, stuff like that."
Connor nods and is silent for a moment, thinking.
"Well, I'll teach you how to shoot a bow. Then I guess I can show you around and let you meet George Washington."
"George Washington!? You aren't serious..." I exclaim.
"What am I not serious about?" Connor asks.
"Meeting George Washington! He was the first president of the United States!"
Connor smirks and stands up straight.
"That's nice. I can take you to meet him, but only after you learn to shoot a bow. Deal?"
"Deal! Let's do this!" I say.
"That's the spirit! Are you sure you're stable on your feet?" Connor asks.
"Yep! Let's go!"
A/N: I had to go on google and make sure that George Washington was the first president. Us Canadians don't always know these things! We're all good with our Prime Ministers and polar bears!
I'm just kidding. Anyways, sorry about not updating in a while. I've had serious writers block.
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Blasted to the Past: Sequel to Ripped from our Time
FanfictionThe assassins have gone back to their time. Desmond Miles believes everything is over and that all will go back to normal. But when the Animus has a serious jinx for the second time, things are put in reverse.
