A/N: It was going to be longer but something told me it was better to stop where I did. It may come more chapters, as individual pieces of the same storyline. Who knows.

Changes can be a good thing

Going from here to there had always irritated Desmond. He didn't like changes, sometimes they were needed, but often they were just an excuse to stir things up and to no avail.

The changes in Desmond's life up until so far had been necessary. But if anyone asked he couldn't say they were bad. The Farm was a no go, had been for a long time but he hadn't had the courage to do something about it.

When he finally had run away, it had been a good change. Felt like he could do everything, like he was free for the first time in his life. 17 and finally started living. The second thing that changed was his living situation, that he got an apartment, a job, a girl that he saw on a regular basis but really had no commitment to. Things were good, changes were good. And he would continue to think that changes were good until his past came back to haunt him.

Getting kidnapped and help prision by Abstergo was not a good change, it was the most humiliating and infuriating change that could have happened. It was on the verge of being as bad as if the assassin's had found him. And it turned out in a later state that they had.

He suspected something was off with Lucy from the start, she looked at him as if she felt sorry for him, as if she didn't mean anything she said. As if she had a secret. She did have a secret, not one that he enjoyed, one that he despised almost as much as he had come to despise the templars. She was an assassin.

The change from lying in a machine all days long to suddenly running and fighting for real, was an uplifting one. It was a change he had yearned for, a change that his mind needed, a change that was as much good as it was terrifying.

Not only that, now he had started to see glimpses of things he shouldn't. Hear things that was long gone. He had acquired the eagle vision, and with it some information and deeds of subject sixteen. Desmond didn't say he blamed the guy, heck he would certainly had gone the same way if he'd stayed at the farm. Now it was another situation, sure he was a puppet of Vidic and the Abstergo, but God be damned if he was letting himself be manipulated. Forcing him to change, no way in hell. He and he alone was to make that choice, and no one, not even Lucy with he sweet looking lips and tempting words could get him to do something he didn't want to.

Later, Lucy would accuse him of working with the templars, that he wanted to be manipulated, that it was so easy for him. But she was wrong. Sure he never made an attempt to run, but he figured pretty quickly that it would be pointless. And after Lucy had cooled down, she admitted that it had been better, that when he never made an attempt to escape, that it made their way out easier.

Desmond knew that their mission, to find the Apple of Eden, the Artifact was more important that anything he had ever done. Altair had often spoken of a truth, a knowledge that lay far beyond their imaginations and it could just be what they knew now, but Desmond had the feeling it was something more. Something they hadn't grasped yet. They needed to know more, and that more came with his ancestors. So when Lucy told him it was time to leave, he didn't resist. He knew that this, whatever 'this' was, had something deeper to it, and it was his destiny to find out what. And that resulted in going with Lucy to meet Shaun and Rebecca, to continuing what they had started. To find the missing artifacts, to save the world.

To do that, he must be willing to change.

And he was ready for it.