[Edit]: I just realized how bad the writing was, so I fixed it. It's just me or this site eat some of your words? Meh, I'm probably going crazy...I'll be editing the next chapters too, sorry for that, I fell really pathetic right now...


First, some considerations:

-This is an AU. It does not follow Assassin's Creed 2 storyline. In this universe, the Assassins aren't as weak and diminished as in the actual game. They are big, they are numerous, and ,most importantly, they are active. Every major country(US, Canada, Brazil, Russia, Japan...) has it's own Headquarters.

-The Apple's function is a little bit different. It doesn't show the location of every single Piece of Eden in the world. More will be explained further in the story.

-In Abstergo, Desmond didn't relieve Altair's life(as he did in AC). Warren searched multiple ancestors for different informations, not a specific one.

-This fiction is not Lucy/Desmond. It will have pairings, yes, but they are not the core of the story. There will be also slash. I hope that's not a problem. If it is, well, too bad.

-Since AC is a Mature game by itself, there will be plety of Fuck!'s and Shit!'s, so don't be surprised.

-As much as I dislike OC's(I said dislike, not hate or disgusted by, just dislike.) I feel the need to create a few ones for the sake of the plot.

-I guess that's pretty much it for now, I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it. Please Review. I'm not a attention whore, but I really need to know how I'm writing.

P.S:I'm looking for a BETA reader, for English is not my first language and I tend to make mistakes(OpenOffice is beating the crap out of me...so much red.).Someone would like to help?


Piece by Piece

-Prologue-

Daring Scape

"Hurry up Desmond!Get in the car!" the woman shout as she shot a few more times at the building mass of uniformed men in the parking lot's entrance.

Since the day he met her, Desmond had never seen Lucy Stillman acting so aggressively. It was almost out-of-character. The usual composed and professional attitude had vanished as she burts through the doors of his room and dragged him through the halls of Abstergo Industries in a desperate run. They had bumped into some security in the way out, which Lucy swiftly took care of, and now tried to reach for a black Mercedes CLS near the exit hat. Desmond literally slid across the car's hood and opened the door of the passenger's side of the vehicle. Lucy came soon after, throwing the gun to Desmond and starting the engine. She reached for a small device on the glove compartment and pressed one of the buttons. The gate begun to open ever-so-slowly and more bullets flew across the air. One of them happened hit the windshield making Desmond yelp.

"Holy shit!" he swore "is this car bullet-proof?"

"More like bullet-proof-ish. You can lony equip your car so much before people start to notice." upon hearing the purr from the engine, Lucy stepped heavily on the gas pedal before the gate was fully opened.

"What are you d-... " too late. The car shot straight forward, hitting against both ends of the opening gate. The harsh contact generated sparks and ruined the car's paint as Lucy sped up.

Desmond had both hands reaching for the seatbelt and almost screaming another few swearing when Lucy decided to make a sharp turn he didn't see coming at all. Now, he had his face against the window and a seatbelt trying to choke him. Fixing himself, he had little time to see what was on the road before the car hit something. Some guard had the stupid idea of jumping in the way and shoot against the windshield. Lucy did not flinch nor slowed down, in fact, she sped even more, throwing the man out of the way.

"Are you crazy?"

"Want to go back and help?" she asked sarcastically. A quick look in th mirror proved there was nothing left to help, the guards body rested against the pavement, unmoving.

"No." he answered bitterly.

"Look Desmond, those men would have killed you if they had the chance, or even worst, brought you back to Warren. Don't feel guilty about this."

Desmond looked away from the mirror and focused on the road a while Lucy noticed the sudden silence and tried to star a conversation.

"So, got something to ask?" She looked franticly from the road to a small GPS positioned on the car's dashboard.

"Plenty." he answered, still upset.

"We have a lot of free time. Our next stop is a few hours away." she kept the pattern of shifting her eyes from the road to the GPS, from the road to the GPS, from the road...

"Can't they track us through that?" the almost obsessive compulsive movement was starting to annoy Desmond. He had started to tap with his feet against the car's floor.

"That's why we are changing vehicles." She pointed to the end of the road, where a plain white van was parked discreetly near a street light. " We are not riding this to the hideout."

Lucy parked the car in a nearby alley and left the keys on the door, She wouldn't drive that car ever again , why bother if someone stole it? Maybe it would make them track some thief instead of them! Smiling at the grim thought she left the dark and dirty alley, joining Desmond in the van. Said man was amazed by the contents of the vehicle. Lucy sure had planned their escapade, supplying the van with food, water, two blankets, pillows and even a thermos with steaming hot black coffee which, according to Lucy, she would need for the trip. Lucy turned a full cup of the black beverage in three large gulps and started the car.

Now they were on the road and , presumably, safe, Desmond allowed himself to relax. He hadn't notice how comfortable the seat was, in contrast with the cold and hard metal plate he was forced to lay on during his stay in Abstergo's bed and breakfast...Turning his head, he watched as his savior drove nearly unblinking along the dark road. The coffee mug had kicked in and Lucy looked as awake as a owl. He meant to speak something but she beaten him to it.

"Something on your mind?"

"Yes." He took a moment to choose his words and then spoke again. "Why?"

"Why, what Desmond?" she replied.

"All of this!" he hestured, waving his arms "One minute you are helping that Doc Eggman wannabe to rape my brain in search for something I don't even know, and in the other you are breaking the necks of countless guards to take me away from him!So Lucy, why?"

Lucy held the wheel harder, taking a deep breath.

"Ok. Let's start from the beginning..."

And so Lucy begun the tale,

This madness started three weeks ago. During one of his many odd jobs, Desmond was abducted by a group of people claiming they new who he was and wanted information. Logically, he denied and hoped to be left alone. No such thing, though. He was knocked out and by the time he awoke, he was in an insanely white room with an old and fat man, plus his pair of pet gorillas. He begun to interrogate him about some nonsense about "Pieces of Eden", stuff Desmond truly didn't know shit about, but the man didn't relent. He then begun this weird Sci crap about birds and genes, who someone with barely any education like him didn't understand at all, and dragged him for something that looked like had been taken from a Stargate(or would it be Track?) movie set. He soon was kindly tossed over the metal plate and his lovely assistant, a pretty, blond woman, begun pressing buttons. His vision faded into a white space where he couldn't see a thing. He was disoriented for a while, but a feminine voice helped him focus. He was instructed by some kind of tutorial-thingy how to move and act in said white space, he just didn't know what for.

The old-man's voice came back a few minutes later as he added further instruction. According to him, he belonged tho the Assassin's bloodline(no shit Sherlock.) thus, allowing him to reach for information through the machine he was currently attached to. He tried to reason the man, saying he held no information, but the other just laughed. He agreed with him, Desmond really didn't know a thing. But his ancestors did. Vidic, the doctor's last-name, explained he would use the machine to run through his ancestors memories for a variety of topics, such as hideout locations, their secrets and even the identity of other assassins. Needless to say it made Desmond's blood run cold. When he ran away from The Farm, he had made sure to bring no harm to the The Order with his scape, cutting every string that attached himself to the themr. But the work proved to be futile since he was now on enemy territory, as a hostage, and about to be lobotomized for secret information.

The experience in the Animus, the damn machine's name, proved to be rather unpleasing. The constant run over the memories of others begun to have it's effect by day four, where Desmond experienced hallucination and confusion. The symptoms aggravated as they went, bringing up memories of multiple people from different time-lines was messing with his brain. Each session seemed to be longer that the other and one person could only take so much of that punishment before going crazy. During one of his rare breaks, Desmond found out he was the seventeenth on a long line of test subjects that either perished or went mad over the machines abuse.

By the end of week three, Doctor Death( how Desmond affectionately called Vidic. In his head, of course.) seemed utterly pleased with a small piece of information he squeezed out of Desmond's brain. The man was literally giggling as he waltzed his way out of Desmond's personal torture chamber and into a meeting room. Desmond climbed out of the Animus, he threw himself on his bed and fell asleep almost instantly. A few minutes latter he was awaken by the sound of gunshot. He jolted out of bed and was welcomed by the image of Lucy, supposedly Doctor Death's assistant, with a gun in hand and blood over her perfectly ironed shirt. He barely had time to 'what the fuck?' before being pulled by the arm and fed a huge amount of information his brain didn't managed to process correctly.

Apparently, Lucy was an Assassin sent to monitor Abstergo's activity from the inside and feed The Order information. The "Pieces of Eden" that Doctor Death spoke of before, seemed to be pieces of ancient technology left by a society which "Came Before" used to control mankind. The Templars, the group behind Abstergo, were trying to gather these pieces and brainwash the whole planet to follow their command like cheeps. The Templars already were in possession of a few of there pieces and were working on finding the rest. That's where Desmond came in. In his little head, the map to this millenarian trinkets was waiting for the Templars to take. That was the reason why Warren was so happy. They had found the location of one of the pieces, one very special that would make finding the rest far easier.

The Order had been working on a way to get Desmond out of Templar reach from day one, but only managed to form a plan and execute it that very night. Now they where heading for a safe-house and then leave towards U.S.A's Assassin headquarters. They would meet a backup team in the temporary hideout which would help them get there safely.

It all felt unreal for Desmond, to say the least. He had ran away from the Order 9 years ago and now he is going back to it. Willingly. He still remember the times he had to drop everything he had built in one place to scape from them(both Templars and Assassins). The little training he had helped him on his escapades, but living as so many people, so many true Assassin, made him realize how pathetic his skills were. Though some of the experience from the older(and dead) assassins seemed to have rubbed on him. He now had the knowledge of multiple Assassin generations burned on his brain, altogether with some severe mental scars, but that was something to worry about latter. Now he reeeeealy need a snooze. Or maybe a 6 month coma would be more fit...

Desmond awoke a few hours later. For the first time in weeks, he managed to sleep consecutive hours(in Abstergo, he would constantly wake up in the middle of the night and take his sweet time to fall asleep again, due nightmares.). Stretching his back, he turned to Lucy who was still up, lightly turning the wheel when necessary. She had her head rested against one arm while using the other to drive. Every so often she would slowly blink and then, snap her eyes open. Sleep was starting to get the best of her. Desmond checked the time. They had been driving for almost 6 hours and, by the scenery around them, in the middle of nowhere. Probably the only ones in miles.

"Want me to take the wheel?" his sudden question almost scared Lucy, braking the hour-long silence.

"N-no!...I mean, you wouldn't know where to head. Besides, we are almost there." she answered, sitting up straight and fixing a few bangs of hair.

"Sure? You look beat."

"Way to make a girl feel special Desmond." she said laughing.

With that, they fell in silence again, only broken by Lucy asking for another cup of coffee. A few minutes latter, Lucy sped down and got off the road. The whole van begun to shake over the uneven ground. Small stones hit against the underpart of the car, due the wheels making effort to spin over the sandy surface. They followed that direction a while longer before Lucy stopped the car. Desmond followed her to what seem an empty desert plain. Lucy smiled at his confusion and approached...well, nothing.

"Where are you going?"

"Just watch." she reached for something in the floor and threw it up.

Suddenly it came clear to him. What Lucy grabbed in the floor was a sand-covered blanket that matched perfectly the environment's color. Under the cover, a metal door was located, with some sort of screen near it. Lucy slid her fingers over the screen and, with a final beep, the door opened. Lucy gestured a 'come' and jumped in the horizontal door. She disappeared in the dark pit, but the noise of feet hitting the floor proved the fall was short.

"How about the van?"

"We get it in latter, first lets meet with the others!" the tone in Lucy's voice sounded almost exited.

Desmond looked around. They were alone in the middle of the desert, it made sense not to worry about people spotting them. He took a deep breath and jumped in the dark pit. The floor came soon after, and he felt the sting on his muscles. He may have the Assassin knowledge, but surely didn't have the physical condition. Lucy stood a few meters away, near a small lamp in the celling. The light cast down on her barely did the job, revealing only half of her face in the dim lighting. The walked through a long corridor with the same poor lighting until a new door blocked their way. Lucy approached this door too and brought her face to another device near the door. Lasers where shot against her eye. A robot-like voice came soon after saying "Lucy Stillman, Master Assassin, Code 19BB2TI11M4N. Access Granted."

The door slid open but before coming in, Lucy turned to Desmond and hugged him.

"Wha...?"

"From now on Desmond, it's gonna be tough, but I'm glade we made it. So please, be strong okay?" whispered her as she squeezed a bit harder.

Desmond couldn't help but to hug back. It had been ages he had that kind of contact with anyone, woman or not. Lucy put let go and put her hands in his shoulders, looking him in the eyes and enterded the room.

"C'mon Desmond, lets meet the rest of the team."


Piece by Piece

-Prologue-

Daring Scape

-End-


A/N#1: How bad was it?
A/N#2:There's a behind Lucy's...code. Try to figure it out!