Altair X Reader - Part Two

Part Two: Are We More Than Friends?

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You slightly blacked out as Altair carried you to the doctor for help with your injuries. Then you woke back up as you heard the doctor say something about needing to reset a bone in your leg to Altair. Reset a bone? That means your leg was broken. Great. Now you have one more reason to murder the man. Then, you passed back out, though you tried to stay awake. But when you woke up this time, it wasn’t to talking, it was to a sharp, torturous pain in your leg, making you jerk awake.

You couldn’t speak or even think clearly. All you could feel was pain and you screamed from it, it being unbearable. The was no relief from pain, only more. You clenched your hands, only to feel someone else’s in your right hand, not caring who’s it was. You squeezed tightly, panting and screaming and wanting it to stop. When it felt that you could take no more, you passed out from pain.

The next time you woke up, you were in a medical bed, body throbbing and trembling from the pain. You felt medical wrap all along yourself, covering the spots that were cut open. You just laid still, staring at the ceiling, knowing it’d be completely stupid to even try moving with the way your leg was. You decide to look around you, only to raise your eyebrow in surprise at seeing who was passed out in the chair next to you.

It was Altair, his mouth hanging open, head tossed back, eyes shut, drool pooling on his shoulder. You smirked slightly and snorted, the male jerking awake. You immediately stopped laughing and put your best-annoyed face on. He rubbed his cheek then wiped the drool off his shoulder before looking at you.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. You looked over at him and sneered, shaking your head. “Look, (y/n), I know your upset--”

“Upset?!” you cried, cutting him off. “No, Altair, I’m not upset, I’m pissed off. You broke my leg!” you shouted at him, the doctor in the room glancing up at you two. Altair sighed and crosses his arms, raising his eyebrow at you as if to ask, Are you finished? You sighed and rolled your eyes, letting him continue.

“And I’m sorry for hurting you, but you were asking for it.” He said, you not wanting to admit that he was right. You acted out of anger, not out of reason. You stayed silent before looking over at him.

“What happened between us?” you asked, a slightly stunned expression coming across Altair’s face. You just looked at him and he pursed his lips, not knowing what to say. “If it’s too hard of a question to answer, don’t.” you said bitterly.

“I’ve been thinking the same thing myself. I guess… we went separate ways. You were interested in what you were and I… I just… let you go. It was both our faults.” He said, looking at you now. “And that’s why I stayed with you until you woke up. I want our friendship back. I want you back.” You blushed at his last sentence and slightly smiled.

“I guess that can be arranged.” You said, his straight line of an expression cracking into a small, barely there smile. “You can help me get my leg better if you want.” And he agreed.

In the next few months, he did everything he could to help you. He stayed by your bedside every day, but sometimes he couldn’t, getting the occasional mission. He even made you a crutch, one you used every day. From those months of sitting around, you lost some of your skill, Altair having to reteach you. However, you did little, your leg giving you too much pain. On the days it didn’t, which were rare, you pushed yourself. Now, it was a year later, your leg completely healed, the same with your relationship with the male Assassin. He took you to the highest peak in the Creed, there being a pile of hay at the bottom.

“Are you ready to do this?” he asked, glancing down and giving you a teasing smile. You rolled your eyes and fixed your Assassin robes, living the feel of them back on you.

“Are you? I was always better at these then you.” You snickered, bumping your hip into him. He gave you a scolding look due to it being so high up. “How about this… last one to the haystack owes the other a night out and dinner, to celebrate me being an Assassin again.” You said, Altair smirking at the idea.

“Deal.” He grinned. You smirked and readied yourself for the jump.

“Three…” you looked over at him. “Two one go!” you ran off and took a leap, Altair widening his eyes, knowing you cheated. You glided into the haystack and smiled, forgetting the male coming down after you. As he did, he landed in the haystack, just above you. He pinned you down, your bodies pressed closely together. You blushed heavily but widened your eyes. Altair blushed and stared down at you, his eyes soft.

“Uh… I’m… I’m sorry (y/n).” he said, though he did not move off you. You didn’t say anything in reply, just moved one of your hands to his arms, gently pressing your hand to it.

“It’s alright.” You said, moving your hand to his before grinning and rolling him over, you atop him now, still in the hay. You sat on top of his lap, straddling him and chuckling. “But I do believe you owe me dinner and a night out Altair.” You coo, pressing your hands to his face and squishing his cheeks. He blushed at where you sat but nodded.

“I believe I do.” He replied, you leaning down and brushing your lips against his cheek.

“And it better be the best damn dinner of my life.” You teased, pulling back and getting out of the hay. “C’mon! The others will be wondering where we went off to.” You say as you begin to walk, not looking back as Altair got out of the hay, the goofiest smile on his face.