M'kay, first time writing Assassin's Creed anything so I hope you enjoy. This has been edited only by me so shrug the mistakes off and tell me where they are later. :'D

Any who, this takes place 2 years give or take after you finish Assassin's Creed. Ezio's wearing his Helmschmied Drachen Armor- yes I put a man wearing heavy ass armor and mostly black clothing in the desert, thank-you-for-asking. Oh and the apple of Eden has gone missing for a reason I can't explain because I am making this shit up on the fly. :'D But enough of my babbling, go on and read friends and strangers.

Don't forget- flames are excepted, reviews would be lovely and I don't own anything other then this collection of words I call a fanfiction.

Thank you life for Ubisoft. ^^

"You ready to go?" Lucy spoke up.

She was speaking to Desmond who had messaging a shoulder as they wandered away from the bed region of the hideout toward the animus 2.0. "Yeah, let's do this." He headed for the machine while his female partner veered off for her computer. Rebecca greeted him with the usual friendly slang she favored as he sat down and laid back into the animus.

Once situated and arm in its usual raised position, Desmond relaxed and let the procedure start as the animus took over his consciousness. Black lighted to white and he came to stand in the familiar world of white, white and code that was the animus loading screen. "Ok. We're going back in from where we left off." Rebecca's voice echoed and just as Desmond was about to set into the usual pace, the system started flaring red; code flying everywhere, "What the hell?"

"What's going on?" he demanded, was something wrong, something about subject 16? "I'm not sure. We're having something happen like that memory inside a memory thing. The system's trying to access Ezio's memory but you're being pulled toward 1191 with Altaïr!" The white and red world was beginning to rumble and shake,"H-hey Lucy~?" Desmond yelled with uneasy as he strained to keep balance. "Get him out of there!" said woman's voice echoed loudly.

"I'm trying but the animus is-" Rebecca was cut off as everything went black and as it did so did the stable floor and Desmond found himself falling- screaming, naturally.

The fall was terrifying and it hurt like a bitch in the landing, so much so, the modern history traveler was knocked clear of his consciousness. Needless to say he carried a splitting headache when he awoke.

The air was chilly on his skin, not much of it being exposed. Desmond opened his eyes and struggled off his belly to his knees to sit and observer his surrounding. He wasn't familiar with much but he could recognize it was in the middle of the night. The next task was checking for wounds and upon inspection he found he was certainly in a different body, "Ezio?" the heart throb voice that reverberated through his head as well as the air confirmed that the renaissance clothing he wore did indeed belong to his ancestor. "Okay, so I'm Ezio. Now… where the hell am I?"

He looked around more, fending off his minor concussion weakly. By the looks of things, he could tell this wasn't Ezio's normal settings. There were no cities with beautiful canals, no lush green country side just cold cliffs on either side of him.

Even though he was sure he was lost, the man felt as if he was somewhere familiar and so he struggled to his feet to further investigate his surrounding. Sore from his fall, he slowly dusted himself off and worked his way to the road from where his fall had ended him up in a hidden region behind a few scraggly bushes.

"Hmm…" the road stretched in both directions to his right and to his left. The right led deeper into the faintly moonlit canyon while the other led out to a more open area. Frowning, Desmond worked out between which way to travel and decided to move toward the darker enclosed trail. He strode for what felt like an hour but it certainly had only been fifteen minutes.

By this time he was coming around the last bend before his ears picked up on a familiar noise. Soft braying was coming up from up ahead; horses! If there were horses then he was close to a town or at least someone to question.

Steadying himself for a meeting or a confutation, the assassin cleared the bend and the trail opened up at once to a city, it's entrance partially walled closed by a wooden gate. The horses he'd heard around the corner were off to his right and tucked rather safely in a small alcove that double backed to match the trail he was leaving for the town entrance. Staring up at the entrance, he eyed the town for a good moment before it dawned on him where he was, "Masyaf!" he said nearly breathless.

The animus had certainly fucked up!

Ezio was not supposed to be in the time of Altair!

He was so shocked at the realization of being stuck in the wrong time period in the wrong body that a hooded man was nearly upon him. He recognized the outfit at once to be one of the many assassins native to Syria. It was one of the guard that watched the entrance into the assassin's stronghold.

"You there! From where do you come?" the man asked as he came to a stop before the Italian assassin.

"I, uhm-" stumbling for words, Desmond decided for now speaking truthful lies would be best. So he straightened himself and put on his best face to better stand up to the guard,"Florence, from Italy. I've come far." The guard's partially hidden face showed signs of suspicion,"Florence Italy? You have a thick accent… I'll believe you for now. Those robes you wear," he motioned to Ezio's finely tailored outfit, "They are of a similar design to our order's, though… they are quite... attention drawing…" he stated, voice falling to a murmur as he muttered out the part of how flashy Ezio looked to the browns and pale yellows of Syria.

Desmond scoffed a bit, finding himself offended just as much as Ezio most likely would have,"I follow the Creed, it would make sense that we are similar." This seemed to startle and put the guard on edge,"The Creed?" he simply nodded to the guards surprised voice.

"Is there something I can help you with or-…" the assassin was stopped in his sentence of dismissal as the guard looked behind him and motioned his companion at the gate over quickly with a few gestures that didn't seem the friendliest. He was proven right as the two at once turned on him and made to seize him. Ezio was nimble on his feet still at the age of 23* and so he hopped backwards to avoid the incoming arms.

"What are you doing?" he snapped as Desmond at once shifted into Ezio's often preferred fighting stance. He unsheathed his blade upon the two sword wielding guards and eased back a few cautious steps.

"You are suspicious. Master Altair has ordered any and everyone of that nature to his chamber." Was the answer he received. The famous name froze the assassin in his tracks the moment the second guard lunged for him. The moment of hesitation worked wonderfully for the two pesky guards as Ezio's blade wielding hand was grabbed first and he was yanked forward. The two tag teamed the foreign assassin into a submissive hold with his hands shoved up close to his shoulder blades,"Jihad! Look at this! He has them all, no sacrifice!" the first guard was marveling over Ezio's five fingered hand. Jihad was just as amazed,"How is it you have escaped a sacrifice assassin- if you really are." He growled, questioning him fiercely.

"Our blades are of different times and place! W-we don't need to sacrifice a finger." Desmond stumbled out in a tinge of panic. He really wanted to stay on everyone's good side until this malfunction wore off. Unfortunately being captured by these two goons had set him up to meet with the one man Desmond was certain he should never come into contact with while he was in the animus' whacked up time stream. Certainly making contact with one of the ancestors he was suppose to be reliving right now would further damage the glitch or whatever was going on now.

"Master Altair will decide whether you speak truth or lies…" with a shove the two low ranking assassins walked Desmond up the long winding path through the city of Masyaf. He grunted at the force level they were using, his arms already going numb from this odd backward mummy crossing of his arms behind his back. Either assassin had a hand gripped on a crossed wrist and the free hand on Ezio's shoulder as they guided him through the archway into the brotherhood's encampment.

Desmond searched fruitlessly for a chance to escape on the dreaded walk to the assassin's guild. He dedicated himself to escape but as they were surrounded by more and more Syrian assassins the Italian was beginning to lose hope. But an opportunity offered itself and Desmond took it on the walkway leading up to the front of the guild's library entrance. He managed to rip free his left arm and drove forward. The element of surprise on his side, Desmond turned in Jihad's hold and lashed out at his face with the unsheathing hidden blade at his disposal. Jihad released and hopped away as expected and the Italian assassin fell into his fighting crouch and backed up as he further plotted his escape route.

Every assassin in the court yard was alert now and tensed for his next move. Desmond could only back up as he stalled for more time and just as he was to make his move for escape he was brought down by a hulking force on his shoulders.

Body slamming the ground harder then any fall in the animus had ever let him stay synched through brought ungodly amounts of pain. A weight was on his back and had surely broken something in his pelvic area as a knee crushed his lower back. Desmond was thankful to be wearing armor now as it felt like he had possibly broken a rib but the metal bent and absorbed some of the impact of his assailant.

A blade was carefully pointed into the back of his neck through his hood. The crushing weight on his back shifted and a strong voice growled in his ear,"Who are you and where is the apple?" The grand master assassin's greeting to Desmond was just as cold and vicious as his hidden blade.

So there's ch. 1 for you. Questions? Concerns? Bitchings?

Review.

Lets hear them.

P.S. this story is straight as a circle~ for all those ladies and gentlemen that know the lingo for what is to come. Haha.