Disclaimer: I DON'T own Assassin's Creed or its character. Someone else does NOT me.

A/N: Awesome is here to say, I got Chapter 2 up! Yeah! I find it strange, but this has the most favs out of all three of my in progress stories. That and I still don't have a single review for any of my stories except for one from my sister, who doesn't even like Yaoi and doesn't even have an account. Well, that is enough of my rambling. Hope you like the story so far and like this chapter. Have fun! :D

~AwesomesaysthatnoonecanbeatYaoi~

Altair sat in his room waiting for Malik. The Apple sat on a nearby desk, right where he left it after retrieving it. He sighed as he looked out the window that was close by, staring at the setting sun. There was a knock on the door before it was opened. He turned to the door looking at Malik, who looked worried and nervous. Malik looked over at the Apple that was located inside a box which had the lid opened.

"Are you sure, Altair," Malik asked one more time still staring at the Apple.

"Yes," was the immediate response from Altair. Malik sighed walking over to the bed and sat down. He looked over to Altair, who sat in a chair across from him in one of the corners of the room. He glanced at the Apple before saying anything.

"Any last requests or orders in case something goes wrong," He asked waiting for Altair's reply.

"...Only that you become Headmaster if something does go wrong," Altair answered his gaze going over to the Apple. Malik looked surprised at first then seemed to get over it. He followed Altair's gaze staring at the Apple as well.

"You know you don't have to do this," Malik said not taking his eyes off the Apple until Altair turned his gaze to him. He looked right back at him.

"No, I need to do this. Otherwise, my mind will never be at peace," Altair told him standing up. He walked over to the Apple and looked back over to his friend. Malik watched him intently, before giving him a nod to show that he was not backing out and he was ready. Altair picked up the Apple, then he was surrounded in white.


Altair stood in a strange room. It was white with strange contraptions and other things in the room. He looked around to see a bed with a sleeping occupant. Altair walked closer to him, and looked around. 'I don't understand. How is this place related to...'he stopped that thought when he noticed that in the back of his mind he could that presence again. He looked around for the source and when he felt his mind pull towards the man, he looked him over.

'He looks a lot like me' Altair thought looking over him. If it wasn't for the few differences he might have mistaken him for himself, but in the future. It was quite strange to find out that the young man had the same scar in the same location as him. 'So, you were the one watching over me. I wonder why you left...'his thoughts trailed off. He heard a whimper come from the young man and stared at him with a frown. The man looked plagued with dreams and seemed to be in pain.

'What plagues you?' he thought looking over the room some more. He heard a hiss come from one of the doors he had seen earlier. He turned and took a defensive stance stood an old man in a white robe, he looked over to the man on the bed. Altair moved to block him from view but it seemed he was invisible. The old man walked into the room before saying.

"Desmond, get up," the ma-Desmond groaned looking over at the old man. He glared ,his amber eye glowing, before slowly getting up, before collapsing on the bed again with a groan. Old man seemed to get impatient and something out the door. Two muscled men entered the room and picked Desmond up by the arms before dragging him out. Altair growled at them already not liking these people and hoping they all fall over dead. He followed them out the door before the door could close.

The room he had entered also had strange contraptions and the walls were white. He quickly ignored it looking around for Desmond. He caught sight of him standing by a strange device that reminded him of a bed. The old man was standing by a women who stood on the other side of the device that Desmond stared at with distrust, misery, and...sadness. Altair did not like that Desmond was miserable and went over to examine the device. The old man was talking again but Altair ignored it.

The device looked like it was supposed to rest someone. That confused Altair even more and didn't understand what the device was used for. He heard a sigh from Desmond and turned to look at them. Desmond was about to get on the device and Altair's immediate reaction was to not allow him to do so, until he knew what it did. Before he could drag Desmond away, everything turned white once again as he awoke.


Altair bolted upright and realized he was on his bed. He looked around the room. Malik sat in a chair nearby asleep and the Apple lay on the ground. Altair stood up and walked over to the Apple. He picked it up and put it back in its case. He closed the lid turning to Malik when he heard a groan.

"Good morning, Malik," Altair greeted. Malik waved his good morning off, rubbing his face with his hands. He froze, then jumped up and jerked his head so fast he might have gotten whiplash.

"Altair, your up," Malik said walking over.

"Yes, I think that's obvious," Altair answered dryly earning a glare from Malik.

"So, did you find what you were looking for," Malik asked.

"...Yes," Altair answered him.

"Well, what did you find out," Malik questioned.

"...A man was the presence that was visiting me." Altair replied. Malik gave him a look that said Need-More-Details, Altair told him everything.

"Well, did you find out what his name is," Malik asked.

"His name...his name is Desmond," Altair answered.


A/N: I hoped you liked. Will update as soon as I can. Please review. See ya! :D