Disclaimer: No I do not own Assassin's Creed in any shape or form. If I did I would bring Desmond back with the Shroud and give him a solo modern-day AC game.

Guide:

"mimic" = normal speak (plain text)

"mimic" = Isu speak (Bold and Italic)

"mimic" = Desmond speaking in a different language (Italic)

'mimic' = Desmond's thoughts (apostrophes)

Author's note at the bottom of the work.

Mimic

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Pain burned through my body as soon as I place my hand on the Eye. It felt as if my arm was being burned. As if it was absorbing the power of the sun. To say it hurt would be an understatement. I don't know for how long I stood there screaming, burning, but finally, I died. At least I think I did. As I open my eyes and see myself in the loading screen of the animus. I am left reeling. I am surprised and more than a little confused. 'Was It all a dream? Had I survived and fallen into a coma again? What is going on?'

"Hello, Desmond," says a voice that can only belong to one person – Juno. I freeze. 'What does she want?'

She laughs. I note that It isn't a nice laugh. She smiles down at me and replies to the question that I apparently asked out loud. "You have served me well my cipher and with some begging on Minerva's part I have decided to give you a reward," she says. Her voice echoes through the endless grey.

"What?" I ask with distrust evident in my voice.

"You have a choice, my cipher. Would you accept my gift and get a new life or will you deny it and die?" she asks me. The tone of her voice tells me that much pain awaits if I refuse and a chill goes up my spine.

"Accept it," another voice says. One that I recognize as Minerva's. "No harm will befall you if you accept her offer, Desmond," she assures me.

"Yes, this gift will not harm you, my cipher. This is but rather a gift of a new life. It gives you a second chance at happiness. After all, you deserve it for serving me well," Juno tells me.

"Why would you offer me this?" I ask honestly confused.

"You are far more Isu than human and I have truly become rather fond of you, all things considered," she says scoffing.

I look at her confused.

"Odd as this sounds it is true." I wish to ask more but the look she sends me strongly encourages me not to.

I am hesitant as she has tricked me before. I shoot Minerva a questioning look as if to ask her opinion. She nods at me. I still feel uncertain, but quickly give a nod to Juno. "Yes," I say, "I accept your offer."

Juno gives me a nicer smile, one that still sends chills up my spine. "Good," she says and reaches towards me. For a second I wonder, 'What have I gotten myself into and then I feel as if I am falling.

Mimic

I sit up with a gasp and a groan. My body hurts especially my arm. I smell hay, sand and the faint scent of burning flesh – probably coming from my arm. I open my eyes to see the landscape that I so often saw in Altair's memories – the poor district of Jerusalem. My mouth drops open.

'No. No. No.' I start to panic but manage to stop myself. 'Breathe,' I tell myself. "Think first. What is the situation? What is different? Then adapt," I say calming myself down, barely noticing how my voice is higher than normal.

'Okay, what's first. What is the situation? Well, I'm not in the New York Temple and I was apparently dead. Juno gave me a gift of a new life to "be happy". Okay, where am I?' I take a deep breath and look around me while still sitting against the wall that woke up next to. 'I seem to be in an alleyway. In what I assume is Jerusalem. It stinks.'

I look down at myself and take in what I see. "Okay, I'm wearing my jeans and hoodie. I need to get some robes to blend in, otherwise, I will stand out,' I suddenly snort at that thought. "of course I will stand out. Not only because of the clothes I am wearing, but also with my burnt arm," I say shaking my head.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I bring my burnt arm closer to my face to inspect it. I wince at the pain that shoots through me at the movement. I look closer at it. It is pitch black and still gives off a small scent of burnt flesh. I turn it around ignoring the pain that comes with it. I bring my left hand up to trace the golden circuit-like lines that run over my hand and that I assume runs up the rest of my arm. To my surprise, my burnt skin is cold to the touch and still pliable. Against my better judgment, I flex my right hand's fingers. "Ahhhh," I gasp out at the immense pain that I feel at that action. My eyes sting from unshed tears. I blink them back. "Probably not the best the best idea to use that arm," I whisper to myself.

'Okay Desmond, what else do you have with you? Let's see. I have my messenger bag, my hidden blade, my apple is lying over there, and I have boobs...'

?!

"I HAVE BOOBS?!" My left hands fly downward. 'Yep, I have boobs. Why do I have boobs? Better yet how? This is definitely not good for my brain.' I hear a laugh. I turn my head to where my Apple is lying and I see Juno's hologram standing next to it.

"Yes, you do, my cipher. That is because you are female now," she states casually as if she was discussing the weather.

"What?" I manage to squeak out.

"Yes, I have also made you younger as to give you a longer lifespan and a better chance at adapting to this time."

"What? Why would you make me a woman?"

"I had to reconstruct your body as using the Eye had rendered it incapable of housing you. So I created a new one for you, unfortunately, this new body seems to have retained your injury from the Eye. It does not matter. The rest of your new frame seems to be functioning well."

"That is fascinating and all, but it doesn't answer my question. Why on earth am I a woman?!"

"I thought you could use the challenge," Juno says with a smirk painting her lips.

I take a deep breath and shout, "SO YOU MADE ME FEMALE TO MESS WITH ME?!"

"Yes, to a certain extent I did, but also I do not know the insides of human male very well. The same goes to the human female, although I know it better than I do the male's," she says waving her hand to the side as if she was shooing the question out of the air.

I give a small shriek. "THEN WHAT AM I!?"

"You are still human, don't worry about that, my cipher. You are designed more like an Isu female than a human, but you are only about 25% more Isu than you were before you died. Which honestly is an improvement."

I pull my hair which was about two or three inches long now, 'Darn it my hair is long and curly again.' "YOU CRAZY WOMEN. YOU CAN'T JUST SWITCH PEOPLE'S GENDERS!"

Her eyes narrow dangerously and I shrink back in fear of the dark aura she gives off." You are lucky that I favor you and that you are my cipher. So I will forgive you for the way you spoke to me. This is the gift I gave you. Use it wisely," she says and she is gone. I am left with goosebumps, a feeling of lostness and what feels like nausea. I stretch out, grab my Apple and pop it into my messenger bag.

"No, Desmond or Desmin. You need to focus. What do need? How do you get it?" I tell myself.

'I need clothes first and a place to sleep. I am a bit hungry, but that can wait. The same goes for a bath. I also need to figure out what year it is. I can't do all that until I get clothes. Okay, clothes I can steal as soon as it starts to get dark.'

"Okay, let's do this," I say getting up and promptly falling on my face...

'So my balance is off, damn.' I try again this time getting up slower, mindful of my wider hips and the extra weight on my chest. I struggle and stumble for a few minutes until I manage to stand up without falling over or stumbling. I try to walk and end up on my face again.

"Damnit Desmond. Desmin? You are great at adapting and here you are on your ass because you can hold your balance while you walk," I say to myself while crossing my arms and pouting. I yelp at the pain that shoots up my right arm. "Oh yeah, that arm isn't the greatest." I frown and after a few tries managed to regain my balance while walking. I have my mimic ability to thank for that. It isn't flawless yet but it will work for now.

I walk out of the alleyway and stick close to the shadows of the buildings. I keep my gait and my air that I give off as nondescript as possible. Slinking through the shadows and avoiding all eyes I come to the housing area. I spy a woman and a man – I assume he is her husband – leaving their house and locking the door.

'There is my target,' I think. I wait for them to be out of sight before I sprint to my target. I notice how I feel lighter and therefore faster in this form although the extra weight at my chest throws my balance off a bit. I reach my target and see that on the second floor of the building there are some windows that I can get through. I look around trying to find something I can use to get up there as I feel hesitant to attempt to scale the building with my injured arm.

There are no ladders but there is a wooden box close to the back window. I get on it and measure the distance to the window. It isn't too high. I can jump up and grab the window sill, but then I will have to pull myself up. I switch my eagle vision on, but there is no alternative. I sigh sadly and accept that I will just have to deal with the pain that I will get from this. I jump and grab the sill with both hands. I ignore the pain and pull myself through the window. I land on the floor and I lie there for a moment as I deal with the pain I inflicted on myself. A sob escapes my throat and I freeze at the sound. I wait to hear if anyone hears. I hear no movement.

'I'm alone then,' I think. 'Good.'

"Okay," I say, "I need male robes because like hell I am going to be a damsel in distress here. I can adapt so adapt I will."

I quickly find the bedroom and dig through the man's clothes. I grab a few robes and underwear. 'Hell, this is uncomfortable,' I think to myself. Before leaving the room I decide to grab a female robe and a few wraps for my breasts as well. "Hell, that is so awkward to think," I say to myself.

I wrap my chest as flat as possible and pull on a set of male robes over my clothes. I stuff the rest of my newly acquired stuff into my messenger bag along with my Apple and throwing knives.

As I take my leave through the front door this time, I spot some bread on their table and I take it, but nothing else I feel bad enough as it is. Then and there I decided that If I need to steal something I will definitely steal it from those that can afford it.

Closing the door behind me I leave and blend seamlessly into the people that are walking the streets still. I walk to the rich district and pickpocket from the people that look like they have money and a single thought flits my mind. 'I need a place to sleep… Maybe I can find a rooftop garden and crash there for the night. No that won't work I have difficulty using my right arm and I don't want to get up early before anyone sees me. '

Before I notice I see that my feet carried me to the Malik's Bureau. Except, was it Malik's yet? I am curious about that fact and against my better judgment, I search for the secret passage that only the den leaders and the Dai know about. 'Aha, there it is. Thank you Altair for not caring about the rules and figuring out where this was,' I think as I go through the passage. I end up in the courtyard. I hear the murmur of talking coming from the main room. I sneak closer and peak through the door.

I see an assassin flinching as another man in the robes of a Dai screams at him. "I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE TO DRESS UP AS A WOMEN AND DANCE FOR HIM. IT HAS BEEN THREE DAYS AND STILL, YOU HAVEN'T COMPLETED THE MISSION. GET OUT AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL IT IS DONE," the Dai screams. He throws a knife at the assassin. The assassin dodges and runs past me quickly scaling the wall and is gone through the opening. I am relieved that he didn't see me. I see the Dai turn back and leave into a room that I know from Altair's memories as Malik's future bedroom.

I make up my mind then and there. I decide to sneak into the storage room/basement. 'At least it will be warmer than outside and in Malik's time it wasn't used much,' I think to myself. I move past the bookshelf and the door to the Dai's room. I come to the door that leads down to the basement. 'How did the builder of this place even manage to make a basement? It sounds impossible for the technology of this century, but whatever. Kudos to the builder I guess.' I slip in through the door and see that large amount of boxes and sacks lying about. I move deeper into the room until I am in the back fairly hidden from anyone who would stand in the entrance. I scratch in the closest sack and pull out a blanket.

With tired eyes and a sore body, I curl up behind some boxes, mindful of my injured arm and wrap myself in the blanket. As I close my eyes I can't help but think of how similar today was to the first few days after I ran away from the Farm. "it isn't all that bad Desmond," I say softly to myself. "I can adapt. I did it before and I can do it again." With those final words, I slip off into the land of sleep.

Mimic

Date: Sometime 2003

Location: unknown

Person: Desmond Miles

Age: 16

'I'm cold and it is raining. I don't know for how long I have been running, but it feels like it has been so long since I jumped from my window and ran away from the Farm. It doesn't matter though. I need to get out of the cold and the rain. I can't afford to get any sicker than I already am,' I think to myself as I look at the trees surrounding me and I know I have no idea where I am. I continue trudging through the mud and rain. I feel flushed like I am burning up from fever despite the rain drenching me and my few belongings and the cold wind tearing at my clothes. I wipe my nose on the sleeve of my jacket. It doesn't help me though. My nose keeps running.

'If mum was around she would yell at me for messing up my jacket,' I think smiling slightly at the memory of when mum pulled me from the mud when I was eight, sick and injured from falling off the roof during training. She gave me a warm bath and tucked me into bed. It was one of the few good memories I had of my time at the Farm. She always made it better, when she wasn't gone on some "mission".

I cough and it feels as if my lungs are being torn out and if my throat was on fire. 'if only I had some basil leaves and ginger to bring down my fever the cough isn't as bad and I won't kill me but the fever might,' I think. Somewhere in the distance, I hear the sound of a vehicle. I try running towards the sound. 'maybe they would help me,' I think. I break through the tree line and I see a worn dirt road and a car approaching. I run into the road just as it comes closer. The car breaks before it hits me and I see a man getting out of it. "Please help," I whisper as I feel unconsciousness settling over me. Just before I collapse I hear the man shouting in concern.

I don't know for how long I was unconscious, but I remember that I woke a few times from my fitful sleep. I remember the man and women caring for me. She wrapped my wounds and changed a cloth that rested against my forehead. I remember her talking about her son that just moved out of their house and how I was such a mess when they found. I remember waking up in clean clothes and hearing from her that other clothes were ruined, but the managed to save my jacket and my duffel bag filled with stuff. I remember how the man told me that I was lucky to survive and that if they didn't find me when they did I would be dead. I knew he was right. I remember that every time I was barely conscious there was someone with me.

It surprised me when I finally truly woke that no one was with me. I feel guilty as I grab a few sets of clothes from the closets in the room that I slept in. I assume that I used to belong to their son. I feel terrible when I steal some food out of their cupboards and fridge and a cupola of bucks from the wallet that lay on their kitchen table. I see a notebook lying on the counter and I quickly scribble a note to them.

Thank you for saving my life and for taking care of me. I am sorry for taking your stuff and just leaving.

I am out of the kitchen window and I take off running. I admire the buildings that surround me. I enjoy the feeling of the sun rising and the cool night air retreating. I gape in wonder at the number of houses packed together and at the sheer amount of people that they must contain. 'I have never seen so many people in one place before,' I think. I sprint through the back alleys and weave through the trash cans. At one point I vault over a parked car and for the first time in my life I feel free.

Mimic

So this is the next chapter that I have done. I am on school vacation right now so maybe I'll have another chapter or so, up before next week Sunday. Then it is back to my studies. Why does it take so long to study for Astrophysics anyways?

Okay, so notes on this chapter. This chapter doesn't contain any action, but we needed to get this over with as to pave the way for so cool healer/mimic Desmond action. I promise that there will be some of that in the next chapter. Also, what do you think of my flashback? I just sorta realized we don't know anything about what happened to him after he ran away and before he was captured. So I will be exploring his past along with the current things that are happening to him. And yes I made him female. that is because I am evil and want to mess with him. It also opens a bunch of interesting possibilities that can happen to Desmond or should I say Desmin? Also, I can see Juno doing that to him. On the topic of Juno. It will later be explored why she is "nice" to Desmond.

Anyways, I don't have a beta so all this is un-betaed. So if you see any mistakes please let me know. If you like this Fic and find it interesting, please consider Following this fic and leaving a review. Any and all support is appreciated. Thanks.

Silent out. ;)