A/N: Hello my dear readers I'm back after a very loooooong break and what I'm writing this time is a story I'll actually finish haha. It's new for me because I'm not used to writing in this time era, regardless I'm doing this for those fans of the famous game Assassin's Creed 3. Yes strange for me to write about British right? Well it's actually the two main characters, Haytham and Connor. Yes that's right, I'm writing Homosexual Incest yum yum well this is chapter one and I'd love to have your reviews, no flames please or should I write the warning bigger.
All rights belong to Ubisoft

WARNING!: HOMOSEXUAL INCEST!

Oh and spoiler alert haha seriously don't read if you don't want a cut scene ruined for ya.

Better? Anyway, you have been warned.

Chapter 1: Captured

"Connor! Connor! Sir!" A man by the name of Samuel Adams came rushing at the well known assassin, Connor Kenway.

"What is it Samuel?" Connor addressed the panicking statesman.

"It's Washington! He's missing and the citizens are beginning to fret. Benjamin and I can't seem to calm their nerves. What do we do!" The founding father began pacing back and forth, biting his nails.

"Calm down Samuel, I will find Washington, I promise. Do you know who took him? And where they might be taking him?"

Slightly relaxed, Samuel explained, "Some of the horsemen were saying they caught sight of Charles Lee heading into that abandoned warehouse. Perhaps it has nothing to do with the Templars I just find it strange that he was sighted shortly after the Commander disappeared."

Connor glared at the cobble stone beneath their feet. "I had hoped to catch and kill that fool before he got close to the future peace holder." He hissed through gritted teeth. "Very well, I'll return as soon as possible, they can't be that far away, assuming they're at the position you named."

The native assassin called upon his horse, leaving the fretting man to ponder his safety. Connor quickly rode to the warehouse in Boston, the same one he and his father had tackled together when chasing down Church. He believed he'd be united with his father today. He stationed his horse in the alleyway he used before, he thought back to the day him and his father arrived at the warehouse. The one day he felt as if a bond formed between them.

"Hold a moment." Haytham spoke, "Church you clever bastard." He silently whispered looking from the alley to the warehouse. "

What is it?" Connor questioned looking as well.

"I was hoping I could wave you past the guards, but he's replaced most of them with men I don't know. Hmmm." Haytham pondered for a short moment before speaking up once more, "Well I should be able to pass without arousing suspicion, but you..." He looks at Connor waving a finger at him the turns on his heel ready to complete the task himself.

Connor, seeing this, quickly grabbed Haytham's arm. "No. We do this together or not at all." He wasn't going to let his only chance to get to know his father slip between his fingers.

"Then what do you purpose?" Haytham sighed irritated at his son's behavior.

"I will find a guard who is off duty and take his uniform." Connor replied, confident in his plan.

"Very well, I will wait here then." Was the stark reply Connor received as his father plopped down on the alley wall.

Irritated Connor hissed, "of course you will," back at his companion, who looked up and mockingly spat, "oh I'm sorry. Would you like me to come along and hold your hand, perhaps? Provide kind words of encouragement?"

Connor waved him off storming down the road, away from Haytham. The assassination was quick and Connor was back in a maximum of twenty minutes, the outfit on, looking sharp. He approached his father who stood admiring his appearance. "That should suffice." Haytham toyed with the collar then patted it down. "Follow me."

They trekked from the small hiding spot up to the guards of the warehouse. "Hold strangers! You tread on private property. What business have you here?"

Connor watched as his father kept cool , calmly replying, "The father of understanding guides us." The guard looks surprised but quickly covers up his confusion by claiming to recognize Haytham, but not the 'savage' as he put it. "He is my son." Connor glanced in bewilderment at Haytham, hardly believing his ears.

Snorting the guard replied with a rather lewd comment, "Tasted of the forest fruits, did you?" He eyed Connor before knocking on the door. "Off you go then."

Connor snapped from his daydreams, taking in his surroundings, he scouted the area looking for the guards that once stood at the gates. Then again it shouldn't surprise him, considering the warehouse wasn't repaired since their last rampage. Not a soul was there now, only the occasional dog bark indicated life surrounding the abandoned building. This is exactly why Connor listened carefully, he stood attentive, waiting to be struck but it never came, so he traveled on. Not letting his guard down, he quietly slipped through an opening that was created when he and Haytham were attacked, then the building set aflame. This was also curious, why choose a warehouse that's so damaged and easily infiltrated? Connor picked his way through old debris, beginning to think his efforts were useless he felt an arm snake around his waist, and a familiar voice whisper in his ear, "Oh son, I missed you." He was then tackled to the ground.

They fell from an unsteady beam, landing with a hard thud. The beam came crashing down, nearly crushing them but not before Connor got him and Haytham both out of the path of destruction. "Thank you son, but you should've just let me die." Haytham quickly tackled Connor to the ground, holding him down with his body weight and restricting his hands.

"Ugh, father," Conner struggled to no avail, instead he bared his teeth at the attacker.

"Connor, Connor, did you really expect that you could find us? That we'd let you rescue good ole' George so easily? Well today your lost cause ends here, and look, Charles has even graced you with his presence, how nice, just to see your demise." Charles Lee stepped from behind a wooden box, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Connor was furious, gathering every ounce of strength he had left, he bunched up his legs and kicked the older man off him, sending him flying into the man he despised so much.

"You are a fool father, I am not easily conquered." Haytham stood up, recollecting himself and brushing the dust of his uniform. In one fluent motion, he charged the great assassin.

So the tussle began. They rolled around, one getting the upper hand then losing it to the other. Haytham swiftly knocked Connor off his feet, sending him sailing to the ground. Once Conner laid on his back, Haytham was quick to act, but not quick enough. His son wrapped his legs around his waist and brought him down, turning the situation around. Connor now had the advantage and sat atop the grand master's groin area, his blade slid from it's hiding spot and was held dangerously close to his neck. "Any last words father?" Connor spoke, his expression unreadable.

Haytham turned his head towards Lee, "Help me Charles." What he didn't expect was to see a horrified look on his friend's face as he fled from the building. Moments later the smell of smoke struck both their noses. "Really? Again? You can't be serious." Haytham stopped struggling and went limp, "Go ahead then son, my life just walked out that door, he decided my fate, and he just left me to die." Connor was surprised by the man's immediate defeat.

"I should kill you, but I believe in second chances, mother would want you to redeem yourself, to take care of me like you should've all those years ago. It's your choice, or would you rather just die?" Haytham looked into the native's eyes, he was being sincere, thinking of what could be.

"Very well Connor, I will do my best, I know you don't trust my word, but I will show you, I will prove to you that I do care despite everything that has happened." Connor let a small smile appear on his face, then he helped the older one to his feet. He backed away from him, his guard evidently present.

"Well then, let's proceed I really don't have a purpose anymore, and I'm almost positive you'll kill me should I return to the Templars." Haytham spoke nonchalantly to himself as he searched for an exit as the fire raged, the smoke clogging their throats as they attempt to breathe. He climbed the nearest beam, grabbing onto a rafter and swinging himself up. "Come son, there's little time to waste." Connor followed suit, watching Haytham disappear. When he jumped to the next rafter it gave way and he closed his eyes ready to meet his doom. A hand desperately clung to him and pulled him to safety, breathing coming in ragged gasps. Connor glanced at his father before ascending to the top where a large gap opened, a clear view this time instead of closed doors. Haytham grabbed the boy's hand and walked to the edge. "Are you ready?" He questioned, watching his son with curiosity.

"Yes, let us go."

So they did, descending into the water right before the entire building exploded. "Well that could've went better." The grand master complained, lazily following the falling pieces of debris with his eyes.

"Damn it!" Connor punched the water, his fist causing the water to make angry ripples of protest. "Where is Washington, Haytham!" It was the first time he'd ever used his father's real name, so it startled them both.

"Connor... I cannot tell you, you'll have to find him yourself, I won't betray the Templars, it's a plea we must up hold to, even if faced with death." Connor didn't utter a word, simply swam to the docks and lifted himself from the water, retreating to civilization, leaving Haytham there to think about the current situation.

End Chapter

A/N: So my readers that's it for chapter 1. Seems like they left each other with a bitter end, but they'll reunite, they always do. Anyways leave some idea for me in future chapters.

Well I had some english lessons so I'll separate the dialogue for you english Nazis haha