It's The Same Old World

A/N: Hello readers! This fanfiction was mainly written for my amusement but I hope you all enjoy it! As you know the characters from the Assassin's Creed world DO NOT belong to me. Please rate and review it!

Chapter 1: In which I am temporarily blinded

Finally it was the summer! After the hard-work of finishing sixth form and A-Levels, I could relax and do whatever I wanted. But most importantly, I could game uninterrupted in peace without having to worry about deadlines for essays or revising for tests.

This weekend I was home alone. Great! More time for me to continuously play the PlayStation 3 non-stop. As I sink back into my beanie bag, placed a few feet away in the widescreen TV, I turn on the console with my controller. The screen flicks to the front of the Assassin's Creed III cover and I select it with excitement. Yes, I'd finished playing the whole game but, call me a geek; I wanted to reply it again in order to get full synchronisation for every level.

Right now I'm on the cinematic scene where the Templars are gathered to discuss plans to infiltrate Southgate. Ah, my eyes are only for Haytham Kenway, my favourite character. Yes, don't laugh! I am in love with a fictional character from a game and book. Especially the book, Forsaken, because reading his journal somehow makes me feel as if I've personally known him myself, as sad as that sounds. There's just something about tall, black-haired, British villains that attracts me.

Ok, enough of delving into my personal choice of male preferences, the cutscene is almost finished. The camera focuses on the Grand Master of the Templars, as he gets up from the table and leaves. But, what's this? It would usually stop about now and go to gameplay. Instead it has him strutting through the opaque and digital animus plains. Twisting the analogue stick here and there, I find with confusion that I cannot control him. I wonder to myself if this is a major fault whilst he continues to saunter towards the camera. He gets closer and closer, almost as if…as if he was walking straight towards me!

Suddenly there's a flash of white blinding light. Using my arms to shield my eyes, I cry out aloud. Whatever's happening is seriously freaking the hell out of me. This kind of glitch doesn't happen, right?

"W-what's going on here?" A booming deep male voice echoes, I could say the same thing but am frozen with fear. Again the rich and opulent voice enquiries out aloud. "Where am I?" I swear I recognise it.

It's still bright and I have to squint. I make out the figure of a tall and broad-shouldered person in front of me but I can't see their face properly. Then, just as suddenly as the lights appeared, they diminished until my eyes were back to normal. Lowering my arms slowly, I caught sight of a pair of brown, buckled, over the knee boots. No, this is not happening?! My eyes wonder up to the white trousered legs, pausing at the area just below his scarlet waistcoat. Damn, that's a rather large – What am I doing?! Concentrate now! I can feel my cheeks redden as I gulp and tilt my head, passing up the grey blue military style overcoat, to perceive the bewildered expression on the person's face. My jaw drops.

Holy mother of God! Right there in front of me is none other than Haytham Kenway himself. Ok, try not to fangirl, don't fangirl, please! I haven't squealed or moved yet, good sign, probably because of the shock.

"I-Who…Where…" Haytham stutters and begins to sway. "My…head is sp-spinning…"

Is he ok? He does look very pale and now he's holding his head in his gloved hands. Haytham's staggering dangerously and looks as if he can't get his balance; actually he looks like he's had way too much to drink. Maybe if it had been a different person I would've laughed or found it funny but currently the mood was quite the opposite.

Wait! Uh oh. Haytham's eyes roll back into his head, not a good sign.

No, no, NO!

Before I have the chance to roll out of the way, the Grand Master of the Templars collapses on top of me.

Eeeekkkk! This is when I let out a large squeal that sounded as if a pig had just been squashed. Yes, the noise I made was very unattractive and I was extremely glad Haytham was not conscious.

Luckily, my head was not crushed as it poked out over his shoulder but this could not be said for the rest of my body which was pinned down under his muscular frame.

Mmmhhhh. This wasn't too bad. I could get used to this, sure there was an unconscious man squishing me, nevertheless that man was the Haytham Kenway. And even though I was starting to get pin and needles, I feel somewhat content in this strange position. Probably just my fangirl talking here.

I only attempt to move when I begin to find it hard to breathe. Slowly, I try to shirk out from under Haytham's weight and silently cringe when the beanie bag rustles loudly like a thousand shaking maracas. Somehow the sound does not wake him up thankfully, and I manage to slip away.

It was then that I realise the consequence of Haytham falling on top of me. My beanie bag had exploded and there were tiny plastic balls scattered all over the floor. I groan loudly and close my eyes, resting my head against a nearby sofa wondering how this could happen to me.

Ok, maybe if I calm down and take a few deep breathes it will all go back to normal. Yeah, I'm probably dreaming anyway, now I'll just open my eyes and it'll be alright.

Snapping open my eyes I see Haytham still sprawled over my busted beanie bag, it really does look like he'd been out on the lash and came back drunk, falling asleep on the first thing he fell into.

Aww, he did look very sweet 'asleep'. I feel bad for just leaving him like that on the floor so decide to move him to a more comfortable place that was the sofa. Dragging his body as gently as I could, I somehow manage to heave the upper part of Haytham's torso onto the sofa and then carefully placed his legs in position.

Taking a step back to admire my handiwork, I can't help but smile. The adorable sight of Haytham Kenway 'napping' on my sofa was tugging at my fangirl feels. I hold back a giggle but pause when he suddenly squirms.

It was dawning on me that I had an actual real life person, from a video game, in my house, one who would not be afraid to kill at any chance. Swallowing nervously, my eyes wander to his wrists where his hidden blade might be and I make up my mind not to remove it in case he thinks I'm an enemy.

Cautiously, I approach him. Haytham's handsome face was twitching in what seemed like pain and sweat covered his brow. Taking off his tricorne hat, I hover my hand above his high forehead. C'mon there's no time for shyness, he could be really ill! I take a deep breath and lower my hand to get his temperature. It's extremely hot and I wonder if travelling across different dimensions causes fever. Enough of pondering, go help him out already!

Shaking my head slightly, I rush upstairs, grab a flannel, soak it in cold water and wring it out. Then I hurry back downstairs, fold it in half and place it upon Haytham's heated forehead. He flinches slightly under the coldness but doesn't wake up and after a few seconds his face softens.

Well, get you, tending to Haytham Kenway like this. I feel a small sense of pride as I watch Haytham sleep, knowing that I may be able to nurse him back to his usual sarcastic self.

BRIINNG BRIINNG!

Shit, the telephone's ringing! Shit, it's gonna wake him up! Shit, why'd it have to go off now?!

Sprinting to it, I lift up the receiver and run into the kitchen, so as not to disturb Haytham.

"Darling, is that you?" My mother's voice calls out.

"Yes, it's me, mum." I pant down into the phone. Shut up, I know I'm very unfit!

"You sound like you've been running!" She exclaims hopefully. Yes, my mother wants me to become more active, as if that's going to happen!

Trying to get a normal breathing rate I reply hastily, "Er, nope! You must be imagining things, mum, all I've been doing is gaming."

I hear my mother sigh and I roll my eyes, what did she expect? "Well, don't play for too long. Your father and I are both…"

Here comes the lecture. I hold the phone away from my ear and make a few sounds of agreement.

"…Are you even listening?"

"Huh, uh yeah, mum."

"Now, we'll be back on Sunday, okay. And you know where all the food is right?"

"Yes mother! I'll be fine, I'm not a little girl anymore!" Wanting to end the conversation, I quickly say goodbye and hang up. Urgh, parents are such a pain in the arse, when can I get enough money to buy my own place?!

For a moment I forget about the man lying on my sofa as I place the phone on its stand and begin to fantasize about life on my own. Returning back into the living room, I see him, Haytham Kenway is starting to stir from his slumber.

Oh God. Can I panic now?!

I begin to wring my hands and chew my lips while he slowly stretches and groans as his eyelids flicker open. I literally cannot move and I'm paralyzed by the door. Suddenly Haytham's sharp steel blue eyes locks into mine.

Oh I am well and truly fucked.