This is a response to a prompt posted on the Assassin's Creed kink meme. Although my favorite pairing will not be present, there will be some slash though it may not be explicit (I have not yet decided) and it will mainly be DesmondxShaun. I do not own Assassin's Creed, though I don't think I'd change it that much if I did just saying- and I do not make any money off of my horribly written fiction.

Desmond sighed, the soft sound unheard as he watched his ancestor stare at the small golden ball that had so intrigued the team. He had been exploring Venice through Ezio Auditore's body when suddenly warm humid air heated to a familiar blistering temperature as the moisture disappeared, replaced with the dryness of the desert that had recently haunted his dreams, both sleeping and waking. Desmond wondered why they had switched over to Altaïr, somewhat annoyed by the sudden transition that had left him reeling, though his near complete synchronization with his Arabian ancestor kept him from instantly desychronizing. This was a memory he hadn't been through, though.

Altaïr was older now, looking to be around 28 or 29 rather than in his early twenties as he had been the last time Desmond had seen him from within the Animus. He blinked, not that the motion actually translated visually, and swung around to get a closer look at the golden orb. The Apple of Eden, a tiny ball that could control the minds of thousands. Nine fingers pressed into the surface of the glowing apple as hands twisted slightly as if attempting to turn the ball in two different directions at once. To his surprise, after a moment, there was a small click as the orb rotated along one of the glowing lines. The clicks continued as Altaïr steadily turned his hands.

There was one final click as the world suddenly fell away.

Desmond sat utterly still for a moment as he adjusted back to his own body before the sounds of quiet panic reached his ears. He quickly opened his eyes, catching Lucy beginning to lean over him.

"Desmond, are you alright?"

He shifted, blinking as he glanced about. Rebecca typed frantically at her laptop the one connected to the Animus- and he caught Shaun glance up at him, looking uncharacteristically worried, before returning his attention to Rebecca's screen.

"Desmond?" Lucy's voice interjected again, beginning to sound more worried.

"Yeah, I'm find, - what happened there?"

"So far, we have no idea." She glanced at the engineer who looked up and shrugged.

The team was startled from their positions as as a loud crash echoed from down the hall. There was a moment of absolute stillness before everything erupted in motion. Desmond was thankful that this new Animus was much more comfortable than the old one as his movement's weren't dulled by soreness as he leaped up to race down the hall towards the source of the continued noise. He skidded to a stop in front of a door that he recognized as one of the team's storage closets, where the crashing and banging seemed to emanate from. A familiar voice yelled and muttered in a language he did not know and he felt his body stiffen with incredulous surprise.

Lucy pushed past him, opening the door fearlessly with a heavy knife held at the ready. Light from the hallway intruded upon the dark space, and the knife dropped from suddenly slack fingers. There was a sudden silence as golden eyes glared out from the shadows of a familiar hood.

"Haha, I must be dreaming &" Lucy muttered quietly, perhaps a little hysterically, before passing out in a dead faint.

In the storage closet, covered in dust and tangled in wires crouched a familiar man in familiar white robes, his scar pulling at his lips as he snarled.

Desmond's whisper was loud in the silence.

"Altaïr."

I know it is short. But this is all you are getting for now. I might continue quicker with some reviews…please?