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A/N: Oh grudge.. I can't–gah, I just.. uugghh! Altair and Malik's personalities are so hard! So forgive me if they seem OOC in this chapter. Ugh, dammit.

Just a heads up. So there were no female assassins in AC1? Ugh, dammit. -_- I haven't played AC1 yet and I have just finished playing AC2. So let's just pretend there are female assassins here.

Chapter 3

'Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!'

She was screwed. She better get the hell out of here unless she wanted Altair to see her. Ignoring the pain in her body, she tried to stand up quickly, but she was still the most unfortunate.

Two Syrians now stood at the doorway, Desmond looked at them, trying her best not to show any fear on her face. It failed though. Her ancestor's cold hard gaze stared into her own, Malik casted a slightly confused glance between Altair and Diana.

"Malik," The Master Assassin looked at the other man. "Who is this person in your bureau? Have you gone raving mad? You have just compromised the–"

The one-arm Syrian's eyes narrowed as anger was evident on his face. "How dare you talk to me that way novice! Do you believe that I would do the same mistake you have done back at Solomon's Temple? The whole reason as of why you have become such a novice? I am not like you, I am no novice!"

"Explain her presence." Altair growled, clenching his fist at his sides and clearly not amused of what was happening. He turned away from the other and walked towards the frightened woman.

"Who are you?" Altair gritted his teeth, using Eagle Vision on the person before him, who was oddly blue.

"Uhh.." Desmond intelligently said and glanced at Malik for help, who wasn't in the slightest interest in helping her. This suck. Every passing second the Master Assassin grew impatient and if Desmond doesn't speak now, she really was going to get it. Anxiously moving one foot to the other, she sighed. "My name is Diana," Not really, but what choice does she have? "And part of the Brotherhood. I know the three tenets of the Creed, do's and don'ts. You know, everything that makes us who we are." She gestured themselves. There was a long thick silence, making Desmond slightly nervous.

"And a novice."

"I knew you were since the beginning, if our first meeting back at the alley was any indication. Now then, if you do not have any purpose here novice, get yourself out." Said the one-arm Syrian to Altair as he went to Diana's side to check her injury.

Altair just stared at the duo before him, the time-traveler looked anywhere except that piercing gaze of her ancestor. Desmond hissed when the other assassin cleaned her injury, pain evident on her face as she tried her best not to scream at Malik's face. The Master Assassin turned around and left without another word.

Desmond looked at the man's back with confusion. She didn't know why, but it felt like Altair has something else to say to her. But what?

"OW!"

Malik gripped her arm more tightly as the time-traveler hissed at him.

"Stop moving!"

"Heh, easy for you to say. You're not the one who got hit by a fucking arrow. Ow God."

"You are such a novice."

The last few minutes was spent by Desmond screaming and cursed words, she was having a hard time breathing and felt like passing out. It fucking hurts. It was a miracle that she didn't caught a fever by the hit, or maybe, not yet.

xX • • • Xx

"Will you come here?" Called Malik from the other room. Desmond stood up from the piles of pillows as she made her way towards the one-arm Syrian, who was currently making a map.

"You called?"

Not looking up to meet Diana's gaze, he nodded. "You are going to the market to buy some supplies that I needed."

"..Okay. What kind of supplies?"

Malik handed her a list, as well as a pouch full of money. "And I also want you to send this to someone." Malik turned around to grab a book from the shelf, and gave it to Desmond. "There will be someone waiting for you at the market place. Give this to him and tell him he has my gratitude."

So now she was someone who goes to go get errands? Great, just great.

"Sure. See you later then."

xX • • • Xx

Making her way through the crowd, Desmond wiped the sweat on her forehead with an arm. God it was hot. It was like walking thro ugh hell.

("Desmond, any time now.")

'Just give me a sec. Stealing the apple from my scary ancestor who is a master assassin isn't gonna be easy ya know.'

("We do not have any time left!") Mana hissed in her mind. ("What do you think of shopping of all times? Juno is getting stronger and you are wasting time. No sooner, she will have control of the world–")

"For Christ's sake!" Desmond yelled, causing everyone to look at her like she has lost her mind, she ignored them anyway. "I never asked for any of this!"

("Will you be quiet? People are watching you Desmond, do you think it is not ill? Find Altair, and get the apple.")

Desmond groaned, she knew she was going to do this, whether she likes it or not. She then saw Altair free-running on roofs, she quickly ran after him. She jumped on a pile of boxes and gripped the edge of the roof to haul herself up. A guard saw her, so she pulled out her hidden blade and jumped on him to stab him on the chest, instantly killing him. She then ran as fast as she could to catch up on Altair, but also not close enough to get detected, which seemed really impossible.

They were really close to the water, just beside them. Her ancestor jumped down on the bridge's railing to avoid the crowd, no other choice, Desmond jumped down as well. Barely.

Until, something unexpected occurred. A huge quake was happening, causing the assassins to loose their balance on the railing and fell down towards the water.

"Shii–!" Desmond's next word was cutted off as she was plunged to the water. Good thing she knew how to swim, but Altair doesn't.

Shit.

After the time-traveler resurfaced, she saw her ancestor waving his arms frantically, but it was futile. Until he sanked to the bottom.

"Altair!" She dived back down, swam after him, and grabbed the Syrian's robes to pull him up to the surface.

"Gah!" Desmond gasped after she surfaced again, as she dragged the unconscious master assassin to the shore. And laid him there, he wasn't breathing.

"I hope my CPR hasn't gone rusty."

xX • • • Xx

Altair coughed up the water, thank God. It felt like hours, even if it were only a couple of minutes. Her ancestor took gasping breaths until it simmered down, Desmond sighed in relief. Honey colored eyes looked up at her, she smiled. Well he seemed like he was okay–

A hand shot out to grasp behind her head, as Altair pulled her down to meet his lips with hers. Brown eyes widen.

'What–?'

To be continued..