TMWolf: Yooooooooooooooooooooo! I'm kinda sorta back! At least for this min-sequel to Chronos, which focuses on the Brotherhood part of Catherine and Ezio's life. As I said before in Chronos, I didn't write this bit originally, because it didn't have anything to do with the story line of the prequel. It doesn't involve the Clock, so it made no sense to include it with Chronos. But apparently people wanted to read what the heck Catherine gets put through (oh, and Ezio, too hehe), so here it is! I finally got around to writing it, and with some luck, I'll finish it. Hopefully people will enjoy it as much as the prequel, although it won't be nearly as long, nor quite as... well science-fiction.

As I mentioned before, this story is... darker. Much darker. Particularly psychologically and will have some very mature themes in some chapters. Catherine is going to go through a pretty dark time, and ultimately so, too, will her husband, Ezio, and family. It's an important stepping stone for growth in their relationship and really puts things to the test for them. So. Y'know, expect more-so drama than a science-fiction/why-is-she-here plot line going on.

Oh, and if you haven't figured it out by now: PLEASE, IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY, READ ASSASSIN'S CREED: CHRONOS. YOU NEED TO READ THIS BEFORE Retribution. OTHERWISE, WELL, YOU MIGHT BE LOST ON SOME STUFF THAT COMES OR OR ON WHO THE HELL CATHERINE IS AND WHY SHE'S MARRIED AND HAS A KID WITH EZIO.

So, yeah. Click on my profile, and get on and read. It's only like 60+ chapters :'D You'll get done in no time, but you'll probably have time to catch up anyways since I don't have a set update schedule for this, but I am working on it.

Oh, so like with the first story, I'm going to try and work in actual, historical facts with the game that don't show or canonical things that don't come up in the games. I won't get everything, but we'll see what we can do. I might also tweak with the timeline since this is an official AU now, if only to suit my own ends, so don't freak out if something is drastically different or not xD And I do try to be as accurate as I can in my information, but if I'm off and I don't state it's on purpose, do let me know! :) Also, please inform me of any blaring errors you see, it's much appreciated (especially since I don't always catch them, my fingers don't always work right with my brain, and MS Word isn't perfect either).

Anyways: if you're a fan who already read Chronos then congratulations! You can start reading right now and follow Catherine and Ezio on one hell of an emotional ride as they deal with their newest enemy: Cesare Borgia!

Summary: Catherine thought she and Ezio would live happily ever after with their growing family now that the Clock was destroyed and Rodrigo seemingly no longer a threat, but the Borgia are more tenacious and cruel than she realized. The fight for their life together isn't over, but the odds are stacked against her. In a city ruled by the iron fist of their enemies, Catherine must face not only face the threat of the Templars, but also herself. Rated T/M. EzioxOC

Assassin's Creed: Chronos

Retribution

Act I

Aporia

01 – The Beginning Is the End is the Beginning

January 1, 1500

Monteriggioni, Italy

Catherine regarded the woman across from her carefully, mulling over their conversation thus far. She was a redhead like herself, although her hair was tied back in a regal bun, whereas Catherine preferred hers pulled back with a ribbon in a loose ponytail. The woman wore equally regal attire, clad in extravagant dark purples and maroon-like reds accented with white and decorated in lighter designs fitting noble women. She held herself highly in her chair; back held straight and head tilted just slightly while a neutral smile remained etched on her features. To the inexperienced she seemed welcoming and innocent, but Catherine knew her very well. The woman before her was a tactician. Her mind worked quick in all things—even battle, be it with swords or with words as they did now. Although, Catherine supposed it wasn't fair to call their conversation a battle, yet she couldn't help thinking so.

Caterina Sforza was a woman to be reckoned with, after all—revered with both awe and fear.

But this was a discussion of an alliance; one that would prove fruitful for both their cities. Forli was a powerful location to have. Already they had proven stalwart against their enemies time and time again, and Caterina herself was part of that. Her keen mind gave her the knowledge to defend her home and people, and her indominable will gave her the strength to endure the chaos of it all. It had kept her strong against the Orsi brothers, that was for certain, and Catherine only lamented she had just barely missed seeing it when she returned so long ago. Still, she didn't fail to see it to fathom the depth of the noble woman's strength. Indeed, Caterina would make an invaluable ally—an official one. Oh, she had been on the side of the Assassins before, but not formerly. More-so for debts owed and friendship. Now, though? Now she hoped to affirm it in the eyes of their enemies.

Caterina had not wasted time explaining her troubles: the papal armies were once against marching upon Forli. Despite all her fortitude, she did need help—specifically the mercenaries of Monteriggioni. Technically, the forces were under solely Mario's command, but it was unspoken that the city itself was truly owned and its warriors run by the other Auditore's—herself and her husband specifically. And with her husband and Mario away, that left her, the Lady Auditore, in charge. Catherine would have preferred Ezio to be here to discuss things together, but he was searching for the Vault to prevent Rodrigo from opening it and ending the man once and for all. She lamented it—not being able to be there with him even knowing he faced the Staff, another powerful Piece of Eden—but they had their reasons.

So here she was, sitting in the meeting room of the Villa—formerly Mario's office—with Caterina sitting across from her, waiting for her to reply after making her case. She knew she had the right to make the choice, and Ezio and everyone else trusted her to make the right decision. It was a notion that left her honored and humbled, although she would still prefer them with her. However, Caterina had wished to speak alone, and Catherine had accepted, although she suspected it was a calculated measure—to ensure there would be less opinions to voice opposition. Not that the redhead believed the others would. Niccolo and Mario both introduced Forli as an ally, and Claudia regarded Caterina highly. Indeed, Catherine expected everyone would agree to it. She knew Ezio would think the same, too, and so the Lady Auditore shifted to sit up more properly, meeting Caterina's gaze.

"Forli has long been a strong ally of the Assassins. We owe you much for aiding us in the fight against the Templars all these years. It's only natural we help one another," she replied, nodding her head slightly. "Consider it done. We'll have to discuss the specifics with Commander Mario when he returns, but you will have Monteriggioni at your back regardless. And, of course, should any of the Assassins… interests align, we'll always be willing to lend a hand.

She paused to fold her hands in her lap, "However, we will require something in return."

"Naturally," Caterina hummed, lip quirking upwards. "Our loyalty to you is guaranteed—Forli has no love for the Pope or the Templars. Am I correct to presume you ask for transport and trade in return?"

"As we would give you in kind, although transport would be especially useful. However, I was thinking a bit more along the, well, political lines. Your prowess in such matters is all too obvious, and your marriages have granted you many connections—ones that could help the Assassins."

The noblewoman's brow raised slightly, "I see you have been keeping a close eye on the matters of Italia."

"Of course. We must considering our enemy is in control of the papacy. We can ill afford to not act on any powerful connections. Experience has shown the folly of ignoring such things," Catherine went on, recalling such times when not having allies in power to help soothe things over from their work. It certainly had made things difficult for Ezio in his trip to Spain until he gained some foothold there. And even in their work in places such as Venezia proved how difficult things could be.

"I cannot deny the wisdom. Very well. I will use what influence I have to sway more nobles to your cause. Of course, I will use as much discretion as needed. I understand your need for secrecy. You have much to protect here, too."

"Which is why I'm happy to forge this alliance. Forli and Monteriggioni will make formidable allies. I don't doubt Ezio will be glad to have you at our side—officially now, anyways," the redhead smirked slightly, and Caterina chuckled in kind. Her posture relaxed some, her goal obtained. The safety of her people was a bit more secure now—as was the safety of her own family.

"I do not doubt it, either… do you know when he will return?" she inquired, to which Catherine sighed softly.

"He sent word he and the others arrived in Roma nearly a week ago and had found their target, but Rodrigo is not so easily reached, even with Bartolomeo, Machiavelli, and Mario all providing distraction. I can only hope he return soon," she replied, leaving the unspoken hope for returning unharmed lingering. She knew he would be alright. He was strong, and with Altair's armor—finally liberated from the Sanctuary—made him stronger. He had good reason to return, too. He had a family here; a daughter who adored him, a wife who loved him, and a mother and sister who loved him just as much. He would return to them. Still, she couldn't help worrying—especially now that she could finally confirm news they had hoped a long time for. Instinctively, her hand touched at her belly, wondering how he might react—if he would be as elated as with Diana or not.

"You are with child. Your second?"

Catherine blinked, caught off guard, and looked to Caterina, whom smiled knowingly.

"I did the same when I was worried and pregnant. Does he know?"

"Not yet, no…. or, we had an idea before he left, which is partially why I'm here and not with him. But it's for certain now. My belly has started to swell a little, and I feel how I did with Diana, although this time we're hoping for a boy"

"Oh, I do not know; little girls always seem to be better. They tend to stay close to their mothers. Boys always like to run off and cause trouble," Caterina hummed playfully.

"Then perhaps I should have given Diana a boy's name—she's so rambunctious! God knows we barely got any peace after she learned how to walk, and once she could run we would be chasing her all over!" the redhead laughed, shaking her head. "I don't know how you've managed to have so many of your own—I could barely stand my first pregnancy."

"Ah, but is it not worth it when you can hold them in your arms and see them smile and hear them laugh?"

The Lady Auditore flashed a grin, "Of course it is. But the nine months before being swollen and big and round and having to sit around all day in a dress… sometimes I want to castrate that man. But… then I see how he is with Diana and how beautiful she is and how happy we are… and I can see why people have children. It's beautiful. A true miracle… and we were blessed with another one. I can't wait to tell Ezio the good news. We've been trying for another for a while."

"Trouble conceiving… or because of Diana?" the noblewoman inquired. In another time and place and perhaps another woman, Catherine might have found it a little inappropriate to ask, but here she felt comfortable. At ease. Oh, she'd spoken of it with Maria and Claudia before, but they were family. Here, she felt a kinship of sorts forming with the noblewoman. Someone who had faced as much hardship and yet remained strong and powerful. That, and if it helped their alliance than she was happy to speak of it.

"Both played part, I would say, among other things. I struggled to have our daughter before my return, though that was due to… other things," she replied, mentally glancing to the Clock in her pocket. It was as powerless as it had been since her return in Forli years ago, and, truthfully, it was just a decoration as it didn't even tell time now, but she could not be rid of it. It was a reminder of her journey, and being that Caterina was told about it—hard to hide the truth when they had stayed in her home for some time and she could not be convinced her death was faked—she did not mind speaking of it. Caterina hummed in response, acknowledging her hidden meaning; of how the Clock had once robbed her of the gift of motherhood, but had also returned it.

"But after Diana… well, we became busy. Ezio left for Spain for some time, and then we wanted to give Diana as much attention as we could. With Savonarola we were in and out trying to catch him, and then once that was done, well… we were able to stay home, but Diana had learned how to walk and open doors. I don't know if you had to worry about it, but she made a habit of barging in at all the wrong times."

Caterina laughed, "Oh dear… yes, I do know your pain, although siblings work well to keep them busy. Diana sounds lovely, though. Quite the troublemaker… I take it she took after her mother."

"Actually, she's more like her father, in my opinion. She's quite the mischievous one despite only being seven. She loves to run around playing with toy swords, too—much to Claudia's dismay. I won't lie—Ezio and I encourage it some, as do her uncle and cousins. Luckily Lady Maria doesn't seem to mind."

"Sounds like you may have yet more warriors in your family then—perhaps even another Assassin?"

"A little too early for that, and, truthfully, we're hoping our work will make it so she won't need to even consider taking up the blade in her lifetime… but we wouldn't discourage it if that were the life she wished. The same for if she chose to be a noblewoman like her aunt and grandmother. Now, if our second child is a boy, I can guarantee Ezio will, at the very least, demand our son learn the sword. I would have them both learn simply for protection, though," the redhead mused, gesturing with her hand. She paused to regard Caterina, waving her hand towards her as she spoke, "What of you, Lady Sforza? Do you expect to have anymore children, or was Ludovico to be your last?"

"He is Giovanni now, actually—named after his father. To answer your question, though: yes, he may very well be my last. I have no plans to take another husband any time soon; not with the chaos my people and land face. My focus must be on protecting them and ensuring the legacy of my children. Perhaps if we are successful then I may consider another marriage and another child, but not until then. I would gladly welcome more, but… no. Not at the moment."

"Ah… that's right. My apologies and condolences—I forgot about your husbands passing… you are truly a strong woman. I don't know what I'd do without Ezio," the redhead replied softly, her hand once again touching her belly.

"It is easier when love means little among nobles," Caterina replied just as softly, eyes falling some, but then meeting Catherine's. "Do not mistake me—I did love Giovanni. He gave me my youngest child, whom I cannot help but hold closest to my heart… but I would be lying if I did not envy the love you and Ezio hold. It is a precious thing; may you never lose it, and I pray you never forsake it."

Catherine's gaze was steady and her voice firm, "We would rather die than let that happen."

"Then my envy is even greater, and I wish you all the happiness in the world."

"Thank-you, Caterina. Truly,"

"And thank-you, for your part. With your help, I might yet protect my own from the wrath of the Borgia," the noblewoman frowned slightly, expression becoming sullen.

Catherine perked up, hand moving to the arms of her chair, "They've already attacked? We knew they were in the area, but thought they were just on the move…"

"No, they mean to take my home and have already begun to try. We have kept them at bay, but we will not win in the end—not without your help."

"I understand. I can speak with Ottavio and Claudia in place of Mario to see how many we can send with you and how soon. Of course, you will be welcome here until such time, otherwise we will get you secure and safe passage home with a smaller unit to begin with," the redhead replied, rubbing her chin as she thought on it, glancing at some papers on the desk that already had numbers.

"I fear I cannot stay away long, but a day or two will not be out of the question. I would rather speak with Lady Auditore and Captain Ottavio in person. If your Commander returns with Ezio, then even better, but… yes… two days will be all I can allot."

"Then so be it. We will prepare one of the spare bedrooms for you. As our guest—and now ally—you are welcome to our meetings. I expect, should you be here when Ezio returns, he will have news of Rodrigo Borgia and the Pieces of Eden. If that interests you…?"

"Indeed it will. I admit, after hearing your tale and the ruthlessness of the Orsi brothers' attack left quite the impression about these strange artifacts… and I would be glad to hear of the demise of a Borgia," the red-headed woman smiled, almost devilishly, and Catherine found herself sharing the sentiment.

"I don't blame you," she chuckled before standing. Caterina followed in suit as the Lady Auditore regarded her. "Well then, our alliance is set, and I belie—."

"Mama!" a high-pitched voice shouted from the hallway, and not a second later, a young girl with hair like fire and dark eyes set upon lightly tanned skin decorated with an array of freckles came racing into the room. Even in her light-blue gown, she leaped just enough to wrap her arms around Catherine's waist, burying her head into her side and then gazing up at her with both wide, sparkling eyes, and an impish grin. "Papa is back! The soldiers saw him! He's back with Uncle Mario! He's coming now! We must go see him, Mama! We must! Pleeeease, let's go now! Come ooooon!"

Caterina laughed, "Rambunctious indeed… go, my Lady. We will speak more of things later."

"Thank-you," Catherine chuckled and then freed herself from her daughter's hold to take her hand in hers. "Yes, we can go see Papa, Diana. He's going to be so happy to see you—and to hear about our little surprise."

The young girl beamed, "I'm going to have a sister!"

"Or brother," the redhead grinned, but her daughter scrunched her nose.

"I want a sister."

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see, mm?" she cooed gently, squeezing the young girl's hand as they waltzed through the library, leaving Caterina to her own devices. "Did the men say how your Papa and Great Uncle Mario looked?"

"They're coming on horses, they said. Both of them on one each. Papa is fine then, right?" Diana asked, looking up at her mother. Despite her question, there was only hopefulness and eagerness in her eyes.

Catherine smiled, "I know it. Your Papa is very strong, and he has a good reason to come back safe. He would never let anything stop him from coming back to you and me—he promised, remember?"

"Yep! Said he would always come back. He loves us too much—especially me!" she grinned, the imp she was.

"Indeed he does, Diana. Because you're his precious little girl, just like you are mine. Our little blessing."

Diana giggled, "I know. And you're my Mama and Papa. Can we go see Papa at the entrance?"

"No, I think we should make him come to us—do a little work. You know how lazy he gets around here," Catherine grinned, much to her daughter's delight as she laughed.

"Papa says you lie about that, Mama! He says he is very busy here."

"Oh, I know. I just like to tease your Papa. Now, c'mere. We'll wait here and give him a pretty sight to see when he opens those doors," the redhead hummed as they came to the main lobby of the Villa, right beneath the chandelier.

The building itself had remained mostly unchanged all these years beyond repairs and a few additions, but otherwise their home remained as stalwart as they had. The marble halls were the beautiful, pristine white they'd always been, and a plethora of masterpieces adorned the walls—some by their good friend Leonardo da Vinci himself. The artist had long since left for Rome, but he'd given them much to remember him by, and he wrote when he could. She missed him, though, and wished he could return for their daughter, too, whom had loved to learn from him. Until such time, though, they had his work to remember him by.

The bottom floors still hosted their armory and "trophies" of sorts, which they did their best to keep Diana from playing with—for safety reasons of course—but she was always eager to hear their stories and try on her father and mother's older armor pieces. Above were all the rooms and their gallery, and further up still was the master bedroom for the Lady and Lord of Monteriggioni. Plenty of other rooms were host to their family, and could thankfully hold more still for all their guests. Diana's room was right next to her Grandmother's and Claudia and Ottavio took up on the opposite wing. There was a room for their sons, but now that they had begun to fight as soldiers, they preferred the company of their fellow man. As such, there was ample room still, which worked well when diplomats such as Caterina or Niccolo arrived.

"Where is heeeeeeee?" Diana groaned, pulling at Catherine's pant leg. In a few months it would be a dress, but for now the Lady Auditore was relieved to be able to wear her favorite blue tunic and light-tan pants.

She chuckled, brushing a lock of hair back from her daughter's face, "Patience, my sweet one. I don't doubt your Aunt went to meet him first. She's out in the city at the moment, after all. That, and I'm sure she intends to remind him it's her birthday tomorrow. There's going to be a big party for the city."

"It'll be so much fun! But we should be out there to see Pap, too," the little girl huffed. Her mother only laughed lightly for a few moments before her focus went to the door. Despite not being a fully gifted Assassin such as her husband or Mario, her gut often got a good sense of things and right now it told her someone was approaching. She imagined Diana had a touch of the gift herself—she was already tensing with anticipation and practically dancing on her toes. It was still too early to tell, but either way, both knew their loved one was on his way.

Sure enough, there was a creak of the door handle being pulled, and in the setting sun's light, a familiar, dark-robed figure appeared. His hood was pulled back, making the familiar, strong-jawed and thick-bearded face all too easy to make out. A wide smile was upon his face as he saw them, and just as Diana let out a shriek of excitement he crouched down with arms open wide. The little redheaded girl happily leaped into them, and he lifted her up high with ease, spinning her around.

"Papa!" she howled with delight, grasping onto his hood to pull him in close for a hug. He happily relented and then placed a kiss upon her brow.

"Diana!" Ezio cooed, holding her steadily in his arm before looking upon his wife, whom approached with a gentle smile on her face. His own smile softened as he reached for her extended hand and tugged her close for a quick, but still deep kiss. "Catherine, my love."

"Welcome home, Ezio. It's good to finally have you back," she replied, voice somewhat soft as she let him take in the hidden meaning.

His fingers squeezed hers, nodding, "It is good to be back. I have much to tell, though—to everyone."

"I want to hear! I want to know how you stopped the Borgia and saved the day! I want to hear how you climbed and used your sword and all of it, Papa!" Diana grinned, impish as ever, and tugged on her father's hood. As he chuckled Catherine glanced down—right at the stain of blood she'd spotted earlier. She could tell he'd tried to clean it, but the fabric retained a darker patch. When she caught his eyes, she knew he knew she'd seen it, but they kept quiet, of course. They didn't dare let Diana know the dangers—not yet, anyways. If they could, they would keep her safe always, but they knew, deep down, the day would come when she wanted to know more—when she would make her choice. Until then, though; they would protect her. Even from the fear of her parents in danger.

"Later, little one. Your Mama and Papa have much to discuss with your Great Uncle Mario and Aunt and the others. I will tell you the story later, alright?" he chuckled. Diana, however, was very much so not alright and huffed and puffed some, so Catherine reached up and poked her cheek, earning a surprise gas.

"Mama, no! I wanna hear it now!"

"Later, Diana," the redhead hummed, her tone one even their daughter knew well to not deny now. The young girl lowered her gaze, crestfallen, as her mother brushed her cheek gently. "Diana, come now. You'll get a grand story tonight, and your Papa is home. No pouting. If it helps, I'll let you have an extra sweet tonight after supper."

The young girl's eyes lit up like the sun, "Okay! Papa, put me down! Hurry and go talk with Uncle Mario and Auntie and everyone! I wanna hear the story!"

"He's your great Uncle, Diana," Ezio chuckled as he lowered the child to the ground and she scurried towards the kitchen. The young man sighed as he shouted, "Only one extra sweet for her, Annetta! Don't let her trick you!"

"Papaaaa!" Diana groaned, turning to glare at her father before slipping out of view. Catherine couldn't help laughing as she shook her head. Her grin remained as the hand still holding hers pulled her close to the firm chest she knew all too well, and even more familiar lips were on hers. It was much longer this time, and carried far more passion—the kind that sent tingles through her and wanting more and more, but forced to relent as he pulled back with an impish grin.

"I'm so relieved your back…. Safe?" Catherine asked softly, glancing down to his side.

He nodded, "Yes. I'm alright. Rodrigo got a lucky strike… but Altair's armor protected me. It was a shallow wound at best, and it's already healed. You need not worry, my love."

"Good… and now I have even better news," she grinned back, taking his hand and placing it on her belly. His eyes widened, looking from her abdomen to her eyes.

"Truly?" he breathed, almost in disbelief.

Her grin grew wider as she nodded, "Yes—I'm with child again. We were right."

At once he had his arms around her, lifting her as he did Diana, and pulled her close, kissing her hard, and then pressing their brows together. She laughed all the while, bracing her hands upon his chest, and smiling with pure love and affection in return.

"Ah, Catherine, I can't even begin to express the happiness I feel. Another child!" he sighed, body relaxing some, but still keeping his wife close. He hummed thoughtfully after a moment, though, "Do you think it will be a boy?"

She laughed, "With some luck, yes! Your mother mentioned how she felt with you and your brothers, but I don't feel too much different yet, but then again it's been seven years since I was last pregnant."

"Son or daughter, either way, I'm a happy man," Ezio chuckled before stealing a quick kiss and then sighing. "Damn. I want nothing more than to celebrate, but the others must know about Rodrigo."

"Right… Is he?"

"It's… A lot happened—things everyone needs to hear. Mario and Claudia should be gathering them into the study as we speak," he replied, and Catherine couldn't help the slight skip of her heartbeat. She had a feeling she knew what he meant, but she did trust him. Whatever decision he had made, it was not done so without thought or care, and she also knew Pieces of Eden were involved. That by itself made things even more complicated. She couldn't help but wonder what he might have seen—something like her so long ago?

"Okay, let's go then," the redhead nodded, taking Ezio's hand in hers to squeeze it firmly, letting him know she was with him. He returned the gesture and they made through the near doorway into the lavish, red-walled room where the wooden desk Claudia had become so fond of still stood proudly. The woman in question was standing opposite to it, her mother right at her side. By the desk were Niccolo, Mario, and Caterina already speaking amongst themselves, though paused to regard the couple as they entered. The elder lady Auditore was quick to embrace her son, just as relieved as his other loved ones that he was alive and well. He and his sister had already met and so exchanged smiles as he passed and looked to their allies and Uncle. Catherine, of course, remained right at his side; ready to support him in any way.

"Machiavelli. It is done," he began, pausing as he reached the man and turned to look at them all, ending on his wife. "Though not, I think, as any of us expected. I entered il Vaticano and faced Rodrigo. He used the power of the papal staff against me, but I defeated him. Combining the Staff and the Apple, I gained access to the Vault. There, a moving painting of the goddess Minerva spoke. She told of a terrible tragedy to befall mankind in the future, but gave hope of lost temples that will provide aid to humanity. And then she called to a phantom, Desmond, as if he were there, standing beside me. After her warning, she vanished."

"Amazing," Caterina breathed.

"I cannot imagine such wonders!" Claudia added, and it was a sentiment shared by them all—at least in some way. Save for one.

Catherine felt her gut twist at the recollection, noting how uncannily similar it was to her own meeting of a god—of Chronos. Though, this one had been a goddess and she was called Minerva. She knew the name—it was the name of the goddess the Greeks called Athena, if she remembered right. The goddess of wisdom—and of war. Except, Chronos had been not a god, but a man—a being from a time before her kind. People who had long since vanished, but left their heritage in the blood of their descendants. So was "Minerva" one of these, too? One of those who came before? The Isu? Why would she speak to Ezio, though? Was she in the Nexus? Could she see through time—to this future disaster? Did she have some machination for her husband? And if so, what? Did he face a fate like hers, filled with the same danger?

The notion struck both a fiery rage and an icy chill in her.

Machiavelli stepped forward, looking torn between relief and uncertainty of things, "The Vault did not house the terrible weapons we feared. This is good news!"

"Maybe," Catherine spoke up, wrapping her arms around her waist. "This Minerva… she was like Chronos, wasn't she? Based on how I described Him to you?"

"I… yes. She was. Like made of light. A ghost. She was tall, but beautiful, and wore strange garments. She appeared human, but she spoke in such a way I could not think her so. She, too, spoke of her race having been lost long ago—and the magic she performed… it was not physical as yours was, but it was magic still."

"She's… they called themselves the Isu, if I remember right. Chronos… Minerva… it seems they all have some plan for us—though… who is Desmond?"

"Indeed… and where are these temples Minerva spoke of?" Mario asked next, his mouth set into a slight, but thoughtful frown.

"I don't know," Ezio replied with but a shrug.

"Perhaps we must search for them," the Commander rumbled.

"Tell me how it ended with Borgia. Did Rodrigo beg for forgiveness? Make excuses? Promise power in return?" Machiavelli spoke up, an unusual eagerness to him. Although, Catherine supposed she couldn't blame him; he had worked longer than she or Ezio against the Templars, and had done it as a proper Assassin. Ending Rodrigo Borgia had been a gravely important goal for him.

Ezio shook his head, "No. None of those things."

The redhead glanced at Ezio, his demeanor and tone about it different. Or at the very least she felt something was off—he was hiding something. Something he'd left unsaid, but let others thing otherwise. She knew him well enough to know when he was doing it, and she found she didn't like it this time.

"Interesting," the Assassin hummed, turning away with his arms clasped behind his back. "I am surprised he remained so composed."

"I let him live."

Machiavelli shouted it for them all, "The Spaniard lives?!"

A touch of the finger could have broken the tension of the silence as the older noble turned to stare down Ezio, whom would not relent. He was firm in his choice—not that he could undo it. Yet, the uncertainty of the others was palpable. Even Catherine could not deny she felt a sense of what she supposed was dread in her stomach. Whatever it was, she couldn't help wishing her husband had made another choice.

"Once our enemies are dead we can speak of vaults and gods and ancient places. You should have killed him! We are sure to suffer for it," Machiaveli went on, face contorted with the rage burning inside. Catherine imagined others felt the same—and in some ways, so, too, did she. Still, her loyalty to Ezio kept her from holding on to the feeling long, or at least too strongly.

Ezio stepped forward as he replied, "I'm not here to debate the past. Together, we should discuss the future."

"No. I am leaving immediately for Roma," the man barked back, and, true to his word, he turned and left. The Lord Auditore's face remained as it was, but it was a blow still. Their ally had left them, and a trust had been broken, though perhaps not shattered. Catherine considered speaking with the man more, as they had a good rapport, but she let it be as Mario approached his nephew.

"Ezio. I do not why you spared him, but I trust your judgement. Machiavelli will come around," he explained, but the younger man did not look so convinced. Still, he remained stalwart in his decision. Despite her feeling, Catherine reached and slipped her hand within his, which he squeezed at once. The redhead regarded her family and Caterina.

"Ezio is right, though—the past is done, and we must focus on the future ahead. But, I think tonight it's best we sleep and leave time to think on things. Mario, Caterina, there is much for you to discuss already, though, I take it?" she spoke, glancing between the two. Both Lady and Commander nodded.

"We may speak now, if you wish," Mario stated, inclining his head politely.

"I would like that," Caterina smiled.

"And you, my son, need some proper rest," Maria suddenly hummed, coming closer to touch her son's arm gently. "Take heart, Ezio. Not every choice you make will be agreed by all, but you must stand firmly behind it. A man without conviction is a man no one will follow."

"Thank-you, Mother, although… might I ask a favor?" he replied, grinning almost impishly.

"Goodness, he wants you to babysit his wild child already," Claudia guffawed, rolled her eyes.

"Just as I did for both of yours," her mother mused coyly, raising a brow. The young woman huffed some, but then smiled as she looked to her brother.

"Mother is right—in both respects… and I trust your decision, Ezio. As I always have. I know you did what you felt was right, even if I, too, would rather know he was dead."

"Thank-you, Claudia. It is good to see you both again, and I look forward to celebrating your birthday tomorrow," the young man smiled, demeanor, at long last, relaxing. He turned to his wife then, who gave him a smile, too. "Come, we have a least an hour to ourselves."

"I will make it two," his mother quipped, lip quirked upwards.

"Our thanks," Catherine laughed before moving onwards, tugging her husband along with her. He followed without hesitation, remaining quiet as they made their way into the entryway. From there they slipped up the stairs to the hallway leading to the ladder to their quarters, all the while still quiet. For the redhead, the weight of things hung heavily on her mind, and her heart was torn. She imagined Ezio knew this, sensing his eyes on her, no doubt waiting for some comment on what had been said. She was not yet ready, though, and so only put on a smile for him as they came to their bed. There, the Lord Auditore made to collapse on it, but his wife braced a hand to his chest to stop him, and nodded towards the corner of his room. There, he found a tub filled with hot, steaming water. She couldn't imagine a more relieved smile could have crossed his features.

"Hold still," Catherine chuckled as she began to unbuckle his things, as they were oft to do when he had returned. Of course he could do it himself, but she liked to do it, and it gave her a chance to both admire his body—although she found herself a bit distracted from it this time around—which remained as firm and strong as ever, and inspect the wounds he might have received. Thankfully, he had not lied of the injury to his side; it was already scabbed over and healing well. Still, she touched at it gently, a frown upon her face. He placed his hand against hers while lifting her chin with the other.

"I'm fine. I promise," he spoke softly, and she believed him.

Sighing, she nodded and freed her hand to wave him off, "Alright, alright. Get the rest off. You want me to join you?"

"Are you really asking that?" he chuckled, to which she only grinned impishly and began to unbutton her own shirt, her usual gear having been left upstairs to begin with.

The rest of their clothing was soon shed, and husband and wife settled in the tub. She ensured she was at the rear, to allow Ezio to lean back against her. It gave her the room she needed to massage his shoulders, working his tense, sore muscles. She felt him relax at her touch, although the tension in the air was still heavy. His hands never fully relaxed on the edge of the tub, and some of his breaths came out as long, deep sighs through his nose. The redhead kept to her work, though, massaging and rubbing and working the knots.

At long last, though, he sighed aloud, "You think I made the wrong choice."

Not a question. A statement.

Catherine hated to admit it, but she couldn't completely deny it. As such, she, too, sighed, and wrapped her arms around him, resting on his shoulders. He turned slightly, to better look at her, which let her press her lips to his brow.

"It's not that… not completely, anyways. I'm just… worried. And… well, we've fought him for so long, expecting to kill him one day, and yet… you let him go. I… I guess I'm just having trouble understanding why."

"I admit, Machiavelli's words have made me doubt some, but," he began, turning more so they were almost lying side-by-side in the tub. He let an arm drape on her hip and nestled his head in the crook of her neck. "But… when I was fighting him—there in the Vault… I could have killed him. It would have been so easy. He was old and frail despite putting up the fight he did. I almost killed him… but seeing him there… I realized something; why I had come to this point. What drove me to that very moment. What had made me fight him all these years. I had told myself it was for the good of the people; that I was going to kill him to protect everyone, but in that moment I knew that was a lie. I only wished to kill him for the sake of revenge. For the sake of my brothers and my father… and for my own sake. My own, selfish desires.

He paused again, and the war raging within was painted clear upon his face, "Killing Rodrigo would not bring them back, though. I had killed all those men, and not one of them brought my family back."

"No… no it wouldn't… but killing them has helped the people," she replied quietly, rubbing his hair gently.

"It has—I know it has, but… all this killing… when does it end? Could it ever end? Watching him there—gasping for air… I wondered what kind of life it would be to keep on this path. To keep killing. And killing. And killing. On and on. Was that the kind of life I wanted us to have? To have our daughter grow up knowing? Our second child knowing?

Ezio sat up then, bracing his arms beside her as he met her gaze, the pain there so clear, "It wasn't just about my father and brothers. It was about all of it—about us. Our family. Our life. We fought to have a life of peace, but how can we have it if the killing never ends? So, I decided… I would end it there—by not killing him. By letting Rodrigo go and taking his power—taking his 'destiny' as Prophet… I did it to change things. To end this path of blood and anguish. That was what I wished…

The man sighed, gaze falling as he pressed his brow to hers, "But now I can't help but wonder if it was a mistake—if Machiavelli was right. Should I have killed him?"

Catherine didn't speak at first, for the sole fact she didn't yet have the words. She did bring her arms up around her husband, though, kissing his head gently, and held him close. He wrapped an arm around her, taking what comfort he could in her embrace. She kept them there a long while before pulling back some, though only to place her hand upon his cheek, thumb brushing it gently. He looked to her, eyes full of hope she might see what he did—that she would understand.

"I think… you did what you thought was right… and… I think in a way, you did the right thing, too," she started slowly, trying to think on her words properly. "If we want a life of peace… it means to lay down our arms. To stop killing. Although… our war never really ends. The Assassins and Templars have been here for ages, and they'll continue long into the future… but… we've done our part—I think is the way to see it. We've given decades of our lives and ended terrible, cruel men, and helped free the people as best we could. So… So you're right—if we don't stop killing now, when will we?"

His eyes brightened some as he leaned into her touch, and she spared him a small smile.

"I admit, I feel better to hear you say so," he chuckled. "I am not without worry myself, though. My doubt lingers on whether Rodrigo will return… but he was defeated not in only body, but spirit. I took his dream from him—all he'd worked for."

"That's enough to make me think he will not continue to fight us… but I won't say I won't ever not worry. But I will hope for the best. And if you think it's finally time for us to lay down our blades… then I'm with you. I'm always with you. We walk this together, and we'll make sure Diana and our child to come will have a life of peace. No more fighting. No more Assassins and Templars. No more gods from a time before. Just us. Our life here. Our family."

"Just us… although, I worry of the temples the woman spoke of, too," her lover rumbled, to which she only shrugged.

"Didn't say we couldn't have an adventure, although I wonder if that's for this 'Desmond' to find… but either way, we don't need to do it as Assassins fighting Templars. If these temples are to aid mankind, then we do so for the sake of our world as humble adventurers," she hummed, somewhat playfully, though chuckled as she touched at her belly, "Although, we might have to wait a few years so we can raise this little one."

"My God, what would I do without you, my beautiful kitty-'Cat?" Ezio half-sighed as he grinned and kissed her deeply. He set his hand on top of hers on her belly, "You always know how to bring me joy… how far along do you think you are?"

"Only a few months—at most, I think. Or it could be a few weeks, I'm not sure. My bleeding has always been irregular since I came back, but it's been long enough, and I feel... different. I'm hoping I won't get morning sickness or at least not as badly this time around."

"As do Id—it was awful to see you in such pain… ah, these will be a good many months, although it will feel strange to no longer be roaming the land, finding targets," he chuckled as he finally released her and stood so he could slip from the tub. He used the nearby towel to quickly dry himself, and then held a new one open for his wife. She gave him a sweet look as she stepped out and let him rub it along her gently, stopping for a few moments on her belly as if to feel the babe growing inside. He also did the same at her breasts, which she smacked his hand for with a laugh.

"Oh, you'll not think of it much with Diana taking up all your time when Claudia isn't having you run errands. We should do research into the temples, too," Catherine hummed as she waited for her husband to grab her night shirt—originally his—and undergarments along with his.

"Ah, damn… she's going to be cross with me for avoiding her tonight. Think I should lock the door?" he grimaced, slipping his trousers on while she did the same for her shirt and undergarments. Catherine couldn't help lamenting they had to do so now, having slept rarely with anything on before the birth of their daughter. Unfortunately, her rambunctious nature called for there to be clothes so as to not have her accidentally see her parents in the nude.

"She'll forgive you as soon as you tell her about your journey," the redhead chuckle as she sauntered to the bed, slipping under the sheets. Ezio followed in suit, the now-cool bath all but forgotten as he pulled his wife to him, breathing in the scent of her hair.

He sighed softly, "It is good to be home—to have you in my arms again."

"I couldn't agree more," she chuckled, drawing her hands along his chest. "I missed this chest of yours. And that face. And abs. And—."

"—Cock?" Ezio smirked, cheeky as ever.

"Well, that, too, but, sadly, none of that for a while," she snickered, waggling a finger at him. "Can't believe I thought for a second you might have mellowed out."

"What? Me? Mellow? Never," he growled as he suddenly nipped her neck, eliciting a loud round of giggles from her. "I will suffer happily if it means a son—or daughter."

"But preferably a son. We could use a little copy of you running around, breaking hearts," Catherine chuckled, reaching up to brush a hair from his face. He caught her hand to kiss the palm.

"I will ensure he be more forward than his foolish father," Ezio winked, and his wife snorted.

"Good. We don't need a repeat of you and me," she replied coolly.

He grinned, "It worked didn't it?"

"Ugh, yes it did, you stupid, handsome man, you," she pouted, but couldn't help but laugh as he peppered her with kisses. She put a stop to it with a proper kiss on the lips, deep and loving, and then lying down as they always did—her nestled into his side, and his head resting against her forehead. Catherine let out a deep, relaxed breath of air. "Right or wrong… I'm glad it's over with the Templars. It will be nice to finally live a more normal life. Well, maybe a bit of adventure with the temples you mentioned—which we can wait until tomorrow to talk about, of course."

"Indeed… I need some rest before we even think about talking more about it, but yes: no more Templars. Just a good, happy, normal life—with a bit of adventure," Ezio rumbled with a slight smirk before allowing himself to finally rest comfortably after his long journey Although it took longer than she would have liked, Catherine, too, soon fell asleep.

Yet, she couldn't help her last waking though be filled with the lingering dread that letting Rodrigo live had been a mistake.

01 – End

TMWolf: Well. How about that. Chapter 1 finally begins, and a lot is already going on. Catherine is pregnant with kid #2, and if you read Chronos, well, you know who it is ;) Also, Diana is adorable and don't you forget it. Cat and Ezio are lucky to even have a second kid coming along at all. But, anyways. Important stuff already happening. Cat and Caterina becoming buddies (nothing like bonding over motherhood and being rulers of a city!), Ezio reveals he didn't kill Rodrigo (thanks, jerk, we all know how that ends up), Michiavelli is a pouty baby (okay, he had good reason, but c'mon, man), and Ezio is doing his best to stand by his choice.

And about that... so, he never really gives much for his reason beyond like... killing Rodrigo wouldn't change things, so I decided to add onto it, and it fit pretty well I thought for what they had. Besides, traveling around trying to find magical Temples is waaaaaaaay more fun (and technically safer) than fighting a war against Templars that's kind of been pretty near-death for years.

But, anyways. Time for crazy things to happen, and right after the love birds are being all cute.

Oh, by the way, never try to look up Caterina Sforza's husbands, because you will get confused and wonder how she's married to Giovanni Medici when he definitely died years ago and then realize the Medici reuse the same names a whole freaking lot like maniacs. Like seriously. Caterina's husband, Giovanni, ALSO HAS A BROTHER NAMED LORENZO BUT IT'S NOT THE ONE THAT'S BFF'S WITH EZIO. IT'S SO ANNOYING.

But, I digress. Enjoy the peace while it lasts X)

P.S. Catherine never ever lets Ezio live down making their confessions difficult.

P.P.S. Great Uncle Mario is a mouthful for Diana, who's too impatient and too stubborn to say it proper, the wild child.