Rise (an Assassin's Creed 3 Fanfiction)

An Idiot Pig Farmer, a Flash from the Past, and the First President

An Idiot Pig Farmer, a Flash from the Past, and the First President

Four long days. White would make me lay around the house, change my bandages every few hours, make me sit outside in my tank top without bandages to air out the wound, not move my shoulder at all for four long days... let me just say, it was torture!

And what made it worse was Connor was teasing me the entire time. Running around the Homestead without me, playing with Desmond in the yard in front of me, he really knew how to piss me off.

On the fifth day, Connor was allowed to take me around the Homestead and talk with everyone. We told the story of what happened to me over and over and over.

We came across Warren and Prudence's farm. Prudence was pregnant and I could tell that the baby was coming soon and doing a lot to her. She was bent over partially and seemed exhausted.

"Oh Connor, Riley? Do you two have a moment?" Prudence called to us when we approached.

"What is it, Prudence?" Connor asked.

"I feel silly bothering you two with this but Warren's taken our yield to market in Boston," Prudence began. "Could you round up the livestock for me?" I've tried but this baby in my belly takes the wind out of me."

"Of course," I said kindly. "I will see that Connor does it."

"Wait, what?" Connor looked at me funny.

"I am injured," I replied gesturing to my shoulder still in the sling. "This is a man's job."

Connor grinned at me before turning around to face the pigs roaming around the field. "Hip hip! This way!" He began to guide the pigs. But they were going the wrong way. "Not there..."

I giggled as Connor tried to guide the pigs into the open pen.

"Faster than they look," Connor said looking and smiling at me.

My cheeks flared up again but the heat of the sun covered it up. God, I hate it when I do that! But I knew Prudence saw it.

"I have to ask you, how do you do it?" Prudence asked turning to me.

"Do what?" I asked looking at her.

"You know," Prudence gestured to Connor still struggling with the pigs. "You have changed Connor."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me you have noticed how much Connor has changed ever since he brought you here. He is not the same man Warren and I met when he saved our lives. I have never seen him so happy before. He is so kind and caring when he is with you."

I looked back to the moment I first met him: he was firm, harsh, had a lack of trust in anybody, loved, or cared for no one, never smiled. Now, he had a purpose; but do I really love him? Does he really love me? Do I wanna be with him?

"The things I do for this place," I heard Connor mutter a bit frustrated.

I smiled and then turned back to Prudence. "I guess it comes naturally. He needed someone to help him, and... I was there for him..." Then the realization seemed on me. In the course of two months, I was falling for him...

When all of the pigs were rounded up and put in the pen, Connor trotted back to us.

"Thank you, Connor," Prudence said. "I could never have managed that."

"It was my pleasure," Connor said with a small smile. "Are you well?"

"I am," Prudence replied with a smile. "And I couldn't be happier. Warren and I have been waiting a long time for this. And if truth be told, we could not dream of a better place to raise our family."