A/N/: Had this idea a while ago and it had to come out. Don't know if it's any good, but I kinda like it. Set somewhere after the game. Malik and Altair have returned from Masyaf.
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Farah had been overjoyed when they returned last night. Malik had been tired beyond belief, but had still found time to kiss her softly before turning in.
The next morning she had woken quietly in the early morning, slipping out of his warm embrace and pulling on his clothes. She had been wearing them for the past two weeks, so they had become almost as familiar to her as her own. Walking into the main room of the bureau, she had marvelled briefly at the beautiful slant of light that morning. She moved outside into the covered space under the Assassin's entrance and poked awake two young novices, sending them off on a morning scout of the city. She smirked at Altair's humped form, and then retreated inside for some hot beans and flatbread.
She organised forms as the sun rose higher. The heat was rising, and she assumed that she would soon be welcoming Altair into the inner part of the bureau; it certainly got hot outside in the summer.
The novices returned, sweating and panting, and she bade them sit at the table and take some flatbread for breakfast. She watched them tuck in and chastised one for stuffing his food into his mouth too quickly. They joked with her and fooled around, causing her to tell them mockingly, "You two should be ashamed! What assassin would act like you?" with a small smile.
An older assassin appeared as they were talking. "Safety and peace, Dai," the man mumbled without looking up. The novices sniggered. He shot them a hard look before focusing on Farah. He did a double take.
"Safety and peace," Farah said with a smirk. "What can I help you with?"
"M-my target is an influential guard," the assassin said, taking the appearance of a female Dai in his stride. "Can you tell me where I should search?"
Farah informed him and he rushed off. After shooing the novices out of the bureau with locations where they should look for information, she relaxed on one of the large pillows with a cool drink. Altair had mysteriously disappeared. Farah couldn't guess where he'd gone, but Malik would probably be annoyed about it when he woke up.
After she returned inside, the older assassin came back from the city. "I have enough information," he told her. She listened to his account, then passed him a feather.
"Bring glory to the brotherhood."
He nodded and disappeared. Farah sighed and let her shoulders slump.
"It seems we have an impostor in our midst," a voice said from the doorway to the living quarters. Farah jumped and turned. Malik was standing in the doorway, looking at her, one eyebrow raised. She smiled and ran the few steps to him, hugging him around the middle. He stroked her hair for a second, then put his arm around her. "And why exactly have you stolen my clothes?"
"Who else did you expect to run the bureau while you were away?" she said into his coat.
He laughed. "Not you, obviously. Has everything run smoothly?"
"Very, thank you."
He rested his head on hers. "Good." They stayed that way for a while, enjoying the warmth of each other's presence. Malik looked up after a time, scanning the bureau. "Where's that bastard Altair gone?"
"I have no idea." Farah said, pulling away to look at him.
He frowned. "Humph. As long as he doesn't get himself into trouble, he should be fine."
Farah smiled wickedly. "Didn't you say trouble was his middle name?" she asked innocently.
Malik grimaced at her. "Don't remind me." He let her go and moved back. "I assume since you took my place again today, your intention is that I should rest?"
"It is," she lifted her chin, "and a husband should always listen to his wife."
"Obviously." Malik smiled softly, then pulled her closer and placed a kiss on the crown of her head. "Goodnight."
She laughed. "Goodnight."
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A/N/: Aw, so cute! I love my OC. Farah rocks the world! Hope I got the inner workings of a bureau sounding kinda correct-ish…Sounds like quite a nice life!
Thanks for reading.