A/N: I hate writer's block!
Oh and P.S my loyal readers I have a snow day and after I work on some A. .H I'll be happy to write a bunch of chapters so this may be revised if need be.
Please Comment and Follow.
XD
Criticism is always welcome. I'm new to Assassin's Creed so I took some liberties like made Cross more of an sarcastic jerk than he really is.
"Commander Shepard." A voice Desmond could have sworn he recognized said just before the room shook, nearly causing him to fall off his perch. He watched in horror as the room lit up. An orange flame shooting out from the Committee's podium engulfing them. Shepard went flying half-way across the room, her head lolled to the side as she landed like a broken doll; her body was contorted into an unnatural position. The only evidence she was even alive was the steady rising of her chest. Desmond watched as he climbed down from his perch as a man with blonde hair, he instantly recognized as Daniel Cross, hurriedly picked up the unconscious Commander, throwing her over his shoulder. His ride appeared moments later out of the shattered window. Desmond began sprinting just as his feet hit the ground no way was Daniel going to win. Cross wanted the Commander and whatever Cross wanted Desmond would fight him for it. He caught the Assassin turned Templar by surprise pummeling him, forcing his entire weight into the man, causing Cross to drop Shepard, she lay motionless on top of where the podium had once been.
"Desmond." The vile and cruel man said as he rolled over kicking the Assassin off of him.
"Cross." Desmond remarked disdain beating on the word. He heaved a breath; the Templar still knew how to fight he thought.
"What do you want with the Commander?" Desmond asked readying his fists.
"Ahh I'm not at liberty to say." Cross retorted sarcastically.
"Ooh that sounded like something she'd say didn't it?" He gestured to the bloodied Commander. A loud boom distracted the two for a moment as a blue surge dislodged the rubble from the door. A man emerged his black hair sat perfectly on top of his head.
"Shepard!" He screamed a little more than friendly concern evident in his voice. He flared once he caught sight of the two men standing next to an unconscious Shepard, half of the Alliance piled in behind him weapons ready. A marine whose face was scarred with the tolls of battle took position next to the biotic his shotgun held firm in his hand.
"I'll have to pick this up later." Daniel said as he jumped into the sky-car, speeding off just before another mind boggling occurrence reared its head. An abnormally large bug looking thing floated down from the sky, docking on top of an unsuspecting building, leveling it as it touched the ground.
"Oh god, they're here." The soldier who'd been escorting the Commander breathed. Then suddenly without a single warning a red-laser sparked from the underbelly of the machine, flying directly toward the Alliance base. Desmond reacted quickly, diving on top of Commander Shepard protecting her from the falling rubble. He watched as most of the men and women in the room disintegrated, the only ones who seemed to be able to dodge the beam were the biotic, his friend in the gray standard-issue Alliance shirt and the high ranking officer who had been talking to Shepard. Desmond closed his eyes willing the horrible scene and the smell of death and burnt flesh to vanish from his mind, and then he was falling. The ground beneath them had given way.
He was tumbling through the air falling with a thud onto a roof below them; he managed to take the brunt of the impact. The roof capsized beneath the weight of the two sending them once more falling with a pile of rubble. Then everything went black.
Shepard awoke to the feeling of a man beneath her and something hard on her chest. She groaned as she realized there was a piece of rubble that had apparently fallen on top of her, she struggled to move the rock her breathing was labored by the possible broken ribs that she'd sustained. She rolled off of the man wishing to see his face, letting a soft moan of pain disperse from both the man who had broken her fall and herself. She had some questions for him as well as a beating once she found out what exactly had happened, but something distracted her, the booming of an explosion lured her attention away from the hooded man who had stopped her impact with the buildings floor as well as the rooftop that had given way beneath their weight. She turned toward a nearby window, watching as her worst nightmare unfolded before her. The Reapers were here and they weren't sparing any expense in the conquering of Earth. She had to turn away if not only to get out of this place they'd fallen into and get to a safe place. What safe place she thought. The Reapers were here and they had already laid waste to Vancouver and probably Earth by now.
"The Normandy." She whispered to herself, turning back to the man who had begun to stir. She realized she needed to get to the Normandy, then the Citadel; she had to get help.
"Mmmmrff." He gripped his brown hair. "That was fun." He said forcing himself up.
"We have to go."
"What?" He asked confused at the simplistic sentence they he believed might be after Are you Alright?
"We're leaving. The Reapers are here and I don't advise standing around. We get to the Normandy, then I have some questions." She headed out the door, running almost immediately a faint pained expression bedecking her face.
"Wait!" Desmond called following her. "I need to radio Rebecca and Shaun."
"You have a comm?" Shepard stopped staring at him. "Let me see."
"No not until I radio Rebecca and Shaun and you tell me where to direct them."
"I'll trust you, but if you screw me over. Just know those few don't live long."
"Got it." He said
"Shaun? Rebecca?.."
:: "Desmond? Thank god we thought you were dead." Shaun seemed generally concerned.
"No No I'm fine."
:: "Good then I can kill you myself." Rebecca huffed into the comm they must have been running as well.
"Well first I need you to get to—" He paused. "Where Commander?"
"Docking Bay 675 at the Space Port." Shepard answered unhappily.
"Did you get that Rebecca?"
::"Yeah. On our way Desmond."
"Ask your friend if she can find the comm channel for the Alliance." Shepard wasn't in a trusting mood, but she had to, if only to get out of this mess.
"Hear that Rebecca?"
:: "Yeah she heard you. She's working on it." Shaun replied as the whirring sound of an elevator echoed into the comm.
:: "Got it." Rebecca said nearly a second later.
"Patch them through." Shepard began running again with Desmond in pursuit.
::"Yes Ma'am."
Shepard and Desmond began charging toward the general vicinity of the space port, running was hard for Shepard, but she ignored the pain; she had to get to the space port, she has to stop the reapers. They charged over rooftops, avoiding the occasional encounter with the Reaper-fied Humans and Batarians because they had no weapons to use.
:: "Shepard?" A voice that nearly brought her to tears echoed in her ear.
"Kaidan, I'm here." She said dropping from a ledge they were close enough to see the fighters that had begun launching out of the hangar.
:: "Thank God." Anderson said into the comm.
"You made it to, Sir?"
:: "I did marine and James is here to. We're headed to the Normandy. Are you ok?"
"Yeah we're fine; we're headed to the Normandy too."
::"We?"
"Yeah the guy who I guess saved me is here too."
:: "Got his name yet?"
"No."
"My name's Desmond, Desmond Miles." He cut in abruptly. The space port was maybe three-hundred feet in front of them.
