Hello people! I am back with another one-shot! This one is based off the younger Genevieve and Connor when they're teenagers. I felt like writing one of these today, I was in the mood. Anyway enjoy the story my fellow assassins!

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Genevieve was angry.

Connor had left three weeks ago with Mr Faulkner to test out the newly built Aquila but still hasn't returned. She could tell that Achilles was hurt by his chosen act, which upset her even more. Even though the old man was stubborn at times, but he was the only family she had left. To pass the time, Genevieve opened her book to chapter thirty seven and began to read. It was the only interesting thing to do without Connor. Since she wasn't an experienced hunter, the native would always accompany her to the wilderness to bring back fresh meat for dinner.

She stared out the window of her bedroom and sighed at the breathtaking view. It was spring yet again, her favourite season. Not too hot and not too cold, absolutely perfect weather.

A sudden sound of a door creaking open from downstairs interrupted her gaze of the meadow.

Was Connor home?

Genevieve sprang from the chair and trotted towards the staircase to see the view of a familiar Mohawk greeting Achilles.

The old man spoke first. "Three weeks... and not even a goodbye before you left."

"Sorry."

Achilles sighed. "Well? What are you waiting for?" Genevieve frowned. Leave it to the old man to let something like this slide. Connor followed Achilles into the hidden basement, obviously making it important, so Genevieve retired to the front of the mansion.

As she stepped outside the sweet smell of pollen glistened throughout the air. Genevieve smiled; another thing she loved about the season of spring. She began to walk through the thick cover of grass, just admiring the beautiful view of the homestead. Even though she had lost so much, Genevieve was glad Achilles had found her.

-Flashback-

A young brunette wandered the streets of Boston, once again abandoned by her so called parents. Red patches stained her pale cheeks and her hair was tussled due to the harsh wind. The little girl continued to walk the path of the large city, wanting to come across some shelter to take cover in for the night until she could find her way back home. A place she did not want to go back to.

The little one jumped as she felt a large hand on her shoulder. She turned to find a dark old man leaning on a cane, staring directly into her big blue eyes.

"Do you have a place to stay girl?" The old man's voice was hoarse but comforting all the same.

"Y-yes sir, but I do not want to go back." She stuttered.

"Come with me little one, you'll be safe where we're going." He held out his hand to her and she took it hesitantly. "What is your name?"

"Genevieve. What about you?"

"Achilles Davenport."

-End flashback-

A warm hand on her shoulder made Genevieve jump. Déjà vu.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" Connor's voice rattled her ears.

"Just wandering the meadow." She shrugged his hand off of her and continued to walk, obviously still mad at him for leaving. Genevieve the sound of jogging behind her and soon was again face to face with the native.

"What is wrong?"

"Nothing." She tried to shuffle past him but his large frame blocked her exit.

"I know you better than this Genevieve. Something has made you upset."

Genevieve gave a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, more like someone."

"What are you implying?"

"You left Ratohnhaké:ton! For three weeks without even a bloody goodbye!" Connor was taken back by her sudden outburst. Genevieve only ever cursed when something really was messing with her emotions.

"I am sorry."

"You don't understand Connor." He now noticed tears were spilling over her cheeks. "Everyone leaves me. My parents, now you-" Before Genevieve could finish, the Mohawk had caught her in a tight embrace, leaving her to sob into his new robes. Connor stroked her hair soothingly until her cries had subsided.

She placed both hands onto his chest to pull away from him slightly so she could see his face. "I'm s-sorry Ratohnhaké:ton. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that, it was uncalled for."

"It is alright Genevieve. I shouldn't of left."

"I'm sorry." Genevieve repeated in between a hiccup.

"I will never leave you. I promise you." Connor placed a kiss on her forehead and let her lean into his chest.

"Thankyou Ratohnhaké:ton. For everything."

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So what did you all think of that little story! I felt so bad for Genevieve when I was writing this, but it makes for good drama. Leave suggestions in the reviews and tell me what you thought!

See you in five reviews my fellow assassins!- Lildoll98