Hey, I found this in my documents. Sorry if there is any spelling mistakes. I am working on the next chapter of my RotG/SPN, so don't worry.
I don't own Assassins Creed, I only own my mistakes.
Shaun glanced up from the computer monitor when he heard the sound of someone shuffling softly. Desmond moved over to the door of the Sanctuary.
"Desmond" Shaun snapped.
Desmond turned around to look at him and Shaun stared at him. For once in his life he was speechless. There were tear tracks down Desmond's cheeks, he was pale and looked exhausted. He could see the shivering. What scared Shaun most was the faraway look in Desmond's eyes. Desmond had been looking at him but now he was staring at something over his shoulder.
"Desmond." He called softer.
His eyes moved back to look at Shaun.
"What were you doing?" Shaun asked.
Desmond dazedly told him something in Arabic.
"English, please."
Desmond blinked at him for a second. "I was going outside?"
Shaun frowned at the question. "Really, mate? It's one AM. I was going off to bed soon."
"I…I…" Desmond trailed off and said something in Italian.
Shaun pushed back his chair and hastily made his way to Desmond. He tried calling his name to regain Desmond's attention. He shook him. He tried clicking his fingers in his face.
Shaun thought for a moment. Slowly he spoke in halting, nervous Italian.
Desmond blinked at him and stared for a moment. "Shaun?"
Shaun nodded. "Yeah, Desmond It's me."
"Shaun."
Shaun nodded again and he rubbed the cool skin of Desmond's arms.
"Shaun. Shaun, ho paura."
Shaun frowned, Desmond looked terrified. He doubted Desmond knew he was speaking Italian again. Desmond suddenly grabbed his biceps in a vice like grip.
"Aiuto. Per favore. Ezio ... ho paura. Aiutami."
Shaun gasped in shock when Desmond suddenly passed out. He slowly lowered Desmond to the ground. Shaun pressed his fingers against Desmond's neck. He was relieved beyond words to find the thumping beat of his pulse.
"Desmond." Shaun tapped his cheeks to try rouse the newest assassin. "Desmond, c'mon. Wake up. C'mon Dez. Please, mate. I can't carry you. Wake up."
Desmond didn't wake. Despite what he had said Shaun pulled Desmond's left arm over his left shoulder and pulled until he was across his back. He wrapped an arm around his left leg and shakily stood up. It was awkward but he managed to get to Desmond's room.
He nearly dropped him when he let go to open the door. Shaun gently dropped Desmond on the bed.
He stared down at the assassin. His terrified face refused to leave his mind. Shaun wiped away the tears on Desmond's cheeks and covered him up with the covers that had been kicked off.
Shaun stared. Desmond wasn't screaming or writhing in some sort of pain. He was sleeping peacefully.
Only after passing out did Desmond look peaceful.
How screwed up was that?
Desmond mumbled his name and shifted uncomfortably. His name.
Shaun reached forward and smoothed the hair off of Desmond's forehead. He shushed him and Desmond relaxed.
Shaun sighed. He would have to talk to Lucy and Rebecca. The animus was killing Desmond. It didn't matter if it was necessary. Desmond couldn't afford to spend too much time in the animus.
Shaun was going to walk off when he felt they hand curled around his wrist. He looked over at Desmond. His eyes were open to slits and he was staring directly at Shaun.
"Hey." Shaun greeted softly.
Desmond mumbled something and tugged on Shaun's wrist. "…stay…"
Shaun found himself nodding and he climbed into the too small bed beside Desmond.
He would talk to Lucy and Rebecca in the morning. Now he would sleep.
Thanks for reading this! Like I said at the beginning, I wrote this a while – a long while – ago. I hope you enjoyed this fic. I couldn't think of a better title.