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Memory error

"Memory error."

"Shit."

"What about Altair's memories?"

"Already tried them figment of my imagination."

"Shut up I'm real!!"

"Sure you are, and I'm not currently stuck in the animus loading screen."

"….."

"What? That all you have to say?"

"This doesn't make sense….the data is all there why can't you dive into a memory?"

"If I knew that I wouldn't be here now would I?"

"Shut up Desmond, you sarcasticness is starting to rival Shaun's."

"So say's the figment of my imagination."

"You know what?! Fine! Sit here and see if I care!"

Desmond turned around as he heard a door slam somewhere off in the distance. "Great, just great, first I get kicked out of ezio's memories and can't get back in, then that god dam voice comes out of

freaking nowhere and just up and leaves cuz he's pmsing! Argh!!!" Desmond screamed as he pulled his hair. He took a deep breath and sat down on the loading bay floor. "I wonder where in the hell

Rebecca and Lucy are, I know Shaun could care less about me but they should be having a panic attack by now. Unless were still on our way to that cabin, but wouldn't Rebecca notice something? I

mean, the animus is her baby…but then again, the voice said that all the data looked normal….Argh! Why am I even trusting the dam voice?! For all I know, it could be a templar that remotely hacked

the animus!"

"I'm not a templar; I take offence for you even considering that." Desmond let out a girlish shriek, not that he would ever admit that it was girlish, and rolled away from a pale youth with ebony hair

who had an eyebrow raised and was staring at him. "Who the hell are you?! H-how did you get in here?" The youth sighed and stood up from his crouched position. "I think the bigger question is how

we are going to get you out of here." Desmond got into a defensive crouch and eyed the ebony haired youth. "Oh please, like I would even get close enough to you so that you could try to stab me."

Desmond stood up but was still tensioned like a spring, ready to go off if the kid showed even the slighted hint of malcontent. "Listen, I'm not a templar, I know I can't really prove it right now but your

just gunna have to trust me on this one, cuz the faster you trust me, the faster I can try to find a way to get us out of here." Desmond relaxed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine, I'll trust you

for now." The youth smiled and clasped their hands as they bowed. "You have nothing to worry about." Desmond surveyed the young….err…..he looked at the black hair that went to the kid's waist and

suddenly had doubts about the youth's sex. He blushed as he began trying to ask if the kid was a boy or a girl. "Um, so…..uh, do you like football?" The kid gave Desmond this look that said 'did-you-

really-just-ask-that?' "I'm a boy." Desmond turned a shade of red that put a tomato to shame. "Err right, so, how exactly did you get here?" The young boy pushed a pair of glasses further up on to his

nose. "That not important, what is important is either getting you back into one of Altair's or Ezio's memories or, waking you up, neither of which look like much of a possibility at this point." Desmond

walked over to the kid and poked him in the shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"Just making sure that you're real."

"If it wasn't for the fact that I'm sure you could kill me in seven different ways I'd hit you."

"So how do I get out of here?"

"We you moron, we."

"Wait, what do you mean we?" The boys face colored slightly as he coughed discreetly while looking in a different direction. "I, uh, I'm stuck here to." Desmond raised his hand and opened his mouth

only to stop and stare at the young man. "Shut up." "I didn't say anything." The boy turned an even darker shade of red and glared at him. "Ok, ok." The kid sighed as he pushed his glasses further up

onto his nose. "I'm gunna try to hack into the security ok? Don't touch anything and for gods' sake if you see or hear something weird tell me." The boy turned around and waved his hand, for a second

nothing happened, and as soon as Desmond was about to ask what in the hell he was doing a virtual screen appeared along with a keyboard and the boy started typing things into it. Desmond sighed

and glanced around his, hopefully, temporary prison only to see that it hadn't changed in the last five seconds.

He let his mind wander back to the memory he had been in before he had gotten kicked

out. It had been an interesting one to say the least; Leonardo had been telling Ezio about the lead that they had gotten about the monk that had stolen the apple. Ezio had listened and then asked

about catarina's children and the woman herself. Leonardo had given him, no Ezio, this look that said 'you-just-want-to-know-if-you-have-a-chance-at-getting-into-her-pants' and said that they were all

doing fine. Ezio had chuckled and had been about to say something else when Claudia screamed from somewhere outside, it was as Leonardo and Ezio had rushed to her rescue, desmond that got

kicked out of the memory and stuck in the loading lobby with the strange boy standing next to him. He walked over and studied the boy. He had black hair that ended just above his waist and was

wearing a pair of white pants and a white hoodie. The boy's eyes were rapidly zooming over the screen as his fingers typed in commands just as fast; he had the same color eyes as Altair. 'Come to

think of it, this boy looks like he could be Altair's son.' He opened his mouth to ask the kid just where he had come from when the boy shouted in triumph. "Yea! I got it!" He struck the enter key and the

loading bay wobbled and began to flash red. "Warning, desynchronization imminent, please resynchronize with current ancestor or memory will be aborted." "FUCK!!!!" The kid screamed as the virtual

screen disappeared. Desmond walked forward, grabbed the kid by his hoodie, and hauled him several inches off the ground. "What the hell did you do?!" The young man had a look of absolute terror in

his eyes as he whispered, "I don't know." He dropped the kid and began to franticly look around. He turned sharply to the left when he heard voices that sounded really familiar.

"He's-going on?"

"I don't-animus-crashing"

"What-desmond?"

"looks-stable."

"What-ppened?"

"It-like-hacked-system."

"Templers?"

"No-way more advanced- what-Templers."

"-you-get-out?"

"No-sync- low-impossible-dead."

Desmond paled as the voices continued to whirl around him. He whipped around and locked his eyes onto the boy curled up on the ground. He ran across the loading bay and snatched the kid up,

shaking him all the while. "You did this!!! I should kill you ri-"Desmond stopped mid sentence as he felt a hand wrap around his arm and force him to drop the kid. He turned around, ready to yell at who

ever had just stopped him only to see his own face. He looked at the kid to see him lying passed out in ezio's arms and turned back around to Altair. "Wha-bu-how?" That was all he managed to get

out before everything went black.

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