Leonardo groaned, hoping that whatever happened was just a dream, but he blinked awake on a wooden chair. No... I was all too real. He thought wispfully.

THe most Leonardo had gathered was that these people were Assassins, and the Templars were triyng to find the pieces of Eden to take over the world. Desmond, who was a descendant of Ezio, was goign through his ancester's memories to look for where he hid the Apple. Leonardo half wanted to tell them, consitering that he was also around to hear where Ezio had planned to put it, but then again, he wasn't so sure if that was a great idea either. How should he know how much has changed.

With a final stiffled yawn, the artist got up and walked towards the entrance of the sacuary, remembering Ezio telling him about the place before. He felt relief to be in the fresh air, the sky turning milky with the first light of dawn. He stretched his arms to try ridding himself of the numbness. When he suddenly heard something fall inside, and quick footsteps, as well as Desmond yell, "Wait! Come back!"

Leonardo barely had enough time to react as he felt something crash into him, sending him down into the dirt on his side. His arm barely keeping him and the person on top of him from fully falling into the dust. He looked up, his blue eyes meeting gold. With a blink, he realized it was Ezio!

Neither of them spoke for a long few seconds, Ezio slowly rolled off of his friend though, and sat up. "Leonardo?"

"Ezio!" The artist found himself ringing his arms around him, somehow, it felt like he had been years away from his friend. And here he was! He wanted to tell him everyhting that happened, everything that had happened.

Ezio patted his friend on the back and drew away, "What's going on? Who are they?"

"Uh Ezio we're_" Leonardo was cut off as Desmond and Lucy both rushed out and stared at the two of them. Ezio tensed, ready to spring up and make a dash again, but Leonardo held him down by the shoulder.

"We... We just wanted to talk to you," Desmond breathed, clearly exhausted and sweating. Leonardo glanced at Ezio as his friend grinned to himself.

Ezio finally replied, "Well you don't have to chase one around their own home!" He looked around, and blinked. "W-what happened to Monteriggioni?"

Leonardo found himself staring in surprise, "What do you mean? You were at the Villa attack."

Ezio jumped to his feet, "There was a Villa attack?"

Desmond nodded slowly, "How do you not know about it?"

"Last I remember, I was returning here with Mario!" Ezio insisted, and he looked over his shoulder as if to find someone. "Where is he? And Claudia and Mother?"

Desmond took a step forward, "Mario died in the Villa attack... by Cesare Borgia. And Claudia and Maria Auditore are long dead by now."

Ezio was quick to draw a sword out, pointing it right at Desmond, "How dare you say that! Now where are they?"

"Ezio," Desmond shook his head. "I swear, we're telling the truth. You aren't in your time anymore. It's 2012. You're family has been dead for centuries."

Leonardo stood up, carefully making his friend lower his sword, "Just listen to Desmond, my friend. He should know_."

"What?" Ezio retched his arm away from him and pointed the tip back at the man. "He's Desmond? Minerva spoke of him?" Clear disbeleif was written across his face.

Leonardo felt his last nerves shattering, and he forced Ezio's arm down as he spoke, "Yes, Ezio he is! Now calm down before you_"

Ezio tore away from the inventor, and swung around. Leonardo let out a shreik, feeling the edge of his friend's sword rake through his leg, the artist staggered as he held his leg and bolted away, stumbling and trembling with agony. He last heard of the three was Desmond and Ezio both shout for him to come back.

Leonardo didn't care at this point, every single part of him screamed to run away from danger, from his friend! All it took was one bad step for him to lose his footing on the steps and trumble down the rest and roll on the ground. He continued to hold his ripped thigh, gashing for breath as he curled up towards the wall and craddled his injury. His hissed a breath as he moved his hand away to see the full damage, and nearly passed out at the sight of his raw flesh and the clear view of inside his leg. He quickly replaced his hand and tucked himself closer, wishing for this all to go away.

Ezio watched stunned for a moment as Leonardo staggered away, and looked down at his sword in shock, the side stained crimson. He suddenly realized what he had just done to his good friend. "Leonardo! Wait!"

Desmond had already started to run towards the direction where the artist had stumbled, but Ezio shot past him. Only worry and desparation feuled him on as he circled aorund to search, and half eyeing in horror at the blood trail. He suddenly felt ill as the trail led to the steps, and mroe blood splatter on them, his conserns and fears growling stronger. Had his friend maned himself anymore trying to leave?

He half ran, half jumped down the stairs and stepping in a puddle of red liquid, his stomach twisted with the realization of it being Leonardo's. He then looked when the trail brought him, there on the ground by the wall, curled up in a feetle position was the artist. His skin paled form blood loss, but he could see his chest still move with struggled and painfilled hissing breaths. Guilt settled like a stone, it was his fault!

For a moment, he couldn't move, only stare at the crippled body with dismay. "Le-Leonardo?" He said his friend's name with such choked back feelings, and he found himself about to cry. If only he hadn't been so impossive!

The artist stirred, and groaned. Ezio didn't know though wheither he should have been releifed because he was alive, or down right scared of what he'll think of him now that he caused his pain. The assassin stepped slowly closer, and moved some of the stray blonde strans from his face, half closed blue eyes stared back. But as soon as it seemed they registered him there, they wided and Leonardo kicked away with his other leg to excape.

"Leonardo, I didn't mean to do that!" Ezio wailed as he tried to find the words to tell him how sorry he felt. But there was no time, he looked back at the artist's hand, it was stained red and shined in the rising sunlight. "I-I'm sorry! Truely! I wish I never did that!"

Leonardo blinked, his eyes still wide as he met his gaze. But not a word came from him. The only sound other than the other's ragged breathing was the rushed footsteps down the stairs and Desmond and Lucy speaking in some other launguage.

"Ezio, we're going to need you to help us lift him." Desmond told him.

Ezio nodded slowly, and reached for Leonardo to sit him up. Desmond and Lucy begun to take Leonardo and hold him up. WIth much care, they worked their way back with the artist, and down intot he sancuary where the other tow had waited. The blond man stared wide eyed as he asked what had happened, and Desmond had answered with a grunt. Lucy was poking through a white box with a red cross as soon as they laid Leonardo down on a couch.

Desmond told him with a sigh, "You might want to rest. We'll take care of him."

Ezio only stared at him friend, he looked so much smaller than how he usually was. But he obeyed with no more strength to fight. He sat down on the floor and leaned against a statue, which turned out to Altiar's, he was settled between a shelf and a metal desk with some device sitting on top.

Leonardo only stared glassily at Lucy as she pulled out a needle and lightly pressed it into hsi leg, in moments numbness came over the wounded area. And he found himself sighing as the pain was gone with it.

She pried his hand off and took a clear container of water and dampened a cloth as she started to clean the wound. She was telling him reassuring words that he could only tell were hopeful by her tone. He could clearly pick his friend's name up in the sentence. And now that he was being brought from danger's way, he had time to think of his actions when Ezio had found him. He had kicked away out of fear and wanting only to run as far away from what caused his wound, that he didn't truely think about it. Just that he needed to excape. But now he was only wishing he hadn't, and was far too weak to even bring himself to speak a word.

He slowly drifted to sleep as Lucy begun to stitch the gash closed. Giving Ezio one last look of hurt before closing his eyes. His dreams bringing him to hsi first encounter with Ezio. When he had come to help him carry paintings, and Leonardo had sparked the conversation that started there long lasting friendship.

Yup, Ezio just hurt Leonardo. Now before you Yaoi fans start saying they're gay, I'd like to say now, I DON'T INTEND FOR THIS TO BE GAY! I had to block some creepers because they kept messaging me to make this a slash... Well I don't do that, so get over it.