Hey guys and girls, I'm sorry this chapter took a while. I got really sick last week, but I'm fine now so here's your story. Thank you to the people who looked at this story, it makes me want to write more :3 Tell me if anything is amiss, but until then, I'll see ya'll next chapter

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Don't be dead. Don't be dead. Please don't be dead.

Her nervous reacted as she felt the blood move in his neck.

Oh thank goodness.

Crystal wiped the hair away from the man's face to make sure he hadn't hurt himself. His eyes were half closed with a thick set of eyelashes on each lid. His eyebrows were thick, but not overly so, and they were quiet nice. A scar ran down his lips, those lips that had an almost perfect cupid's bow. And those lips that were now shaking and turning blue. Crystal smacked herself on the cheek, and then tried to wake the stranger. She shook, poked, slapped and even tickled him, but he still lay there unconscious. She made up her mind that she had to help him, no matter what. She searched the streets for someone, anyway that could help her. Unfortunately, no one was dumb enough to go outside in the pouring rain, so she attempted to lift the man.

Jesus, this guy is HEAVY!

She managed to slip him onto her back, and then she took a step. Then another, and then another, she made a strange sound in relief, then picked up her bag and continued home. She considered calling the ambulance, but she didn't want to do so if it wasn't an emergency. A one thousand dollar fine wasn't what she wanted. The walk to her apartment was slow and agonizing, but she wouldn't forgive herself if she left the poor man in the rain. He was obviously going to catch a cold, and the least she could do was watch over him until he awoke. His weight became easier to deal with, and she managed to get home in five or ten minutes. She thanked Jesus and any other religious figure she could think of when she noticed that Bruce, well, mister Ronald must have gone somewhere or something, as his desk was empty. Mercy must of felt bad for her, because now the elevator was working again. She carried the lump of a man into the shaft then jammed the number her room was on.

Why do they have awkward elevator music? I'm really not in the mood for that.

The machine bleeped and the doors opened, revealing an empty corridor. As quickly as humanly possible, she ran to her room, placed the man on the ground then ran for some towels. She was painstaking aware that if she really wanted to help him, she would have to take off his wet clothes.

Can't be that bad, unless he's going commando.

She shuttered at the thought, but stripped him anyway. If she weren't so busy trying not to be a pervert, she would've gawked at his amazingly chiseled chest. But she totally wasn't being a creeper. Thankfully, he wore under garments, and as quickly as she'd stripped him, she was clothing him with some of her brother's old clothes. She lifted him into her bed, and then searched for her old heat bottle. At last, she found it, hiding innocently in her bathroom. As she filled it with boiling water, she checked the time. Four fifteen, and she was starving. She ignored her stomach's growls, and continued to make sure the man would be all right. She placed the back of her hand gently on his forehead, and noticed straight away that he was cold. She moved the heat bottle around until she was satisfied that it would warm up the stranger. He seemed to be muttering something, but she couldn't understand it. Crystal smiled to herself, as she took off to her bag she had left lying on the floor. Unzipping one of the pockets, she pulled out the weird gold ball the man was holding. It had stopped glowing, and now the dull colour looked extremely strange. She placed it on her small coffee table, and then continued to search thru her bag. Her uniform had managed to stay dry, same with her shoes.

At least I can sell them.

Her bitter thoughts made her depressed and moody, so she decided to think of something else. She hurried into the bathroom and started to take her smudged make up off and then she had the quickest shower she ever had in her whole life. Once she was dry and clean, she grabbed her dirty clothes and the man's soaking wet ones and made her way to the basement. Locking her door behind her, Crystal once again walked into the elevator and tapped the basement button repeatedly. She looked down at the clothesbasket in her hand, and at the stranger's clothes. They were unusual, but pretty at the same time. The shirt, well tunic, was a dirty white, with little ruffles at where the sleeve ended. These ruffles were also around the front of the shirt, where string held the V cut together. She checked for a tag, but was surprised when she didn't feel one.

Must be tailor made, but even tailors put tags on their clothes.

Then it hit her, obviously someone who wasn't a tailor made it. But she thought it strange, as the stitching was done by hand, and someone with great skill could only make this. The doors slip opened, and Crystal absentmindedly made her way towards the washing machines. She placed the shirt to the side and continued to examine his other clothing. Next was a dark blue vest, and she thought it was beautiful. Since it was wet, she hadn't even noticed that it was patterned with gold stitches that looked like vines. Once again, she took notice that thing was hand made, even the gold pattern was stitched with a hand. She shook her head in disbelief, and then pulled out his final piece of clothing. It was a pair of dark brown pants, with the material being rather thick. She examined the pants and noticed two holes. They were quiet large, and they would be noticeable where he to wear them again. She decided that she would fix them once they were washed, but right now she just wanted to check on the stranger in her bed. She threw all the coloured clothes in on machine, and all the whites in another. Tipping in the right amount of detergent, she closed the lids of each machine, and then got them working. Once again, she called the elevator, and then she was unlocking her door before she could say, well, anything. She locked the door behind her and walked into her bedroom. The man was now on his side, snoring softly. Her palm found his forehead again, and she noticed that he was warming up, even burning slightly.

He's going to catch a cold. What was he doing out there?

She placed his arms under the covers, and watched as he curled into a little ball. She couldn't help but laugh out loud at this, but she was dead quiet when he started to move again. He tossed and turned for a few minutes until he seemed comfortable, then he started to mumble again. Crystal busied herself with cleaning her apartment and cooking dinner, going down and getting the now clean clothes. She ate her dinner of mash potato and pie, and then made herself an extremely uncomfortable couch bed, but it was better than the floor. The rest of the night she fixed the man's clothes while watching an old movie, about cowboys and winning over the elegant ladies. The credits started to roll, so she turned off the TV, got up, and put on a jumper. It was her favourite, even though it was too big. The rain was still pouring, so it was very cold. She got as comfortable as possible on the couch, and then closed her eyes, where she was asleep within seconds.

"Mother, mother!"

"What!"

"Father was looking for you, he's in the garden. You seem, tense, mother. Is everything alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine Fredrico, I just wish I knew where your brother was..."

"Don't worry mother, Ezio's probably just chasing down some poor woman. He'll be back soon."

"He gets it from you, you know. And you get if from your father."

"I'm hurt that you would say such a thing mother! I'm going to my room, to write in my hidden diary of hurtful things you have said to me! This will be the twelfth complete one!"

"Ha! You need to find an outlet, my son..."

Crystal's eyes bulged open as she shot out of bed. A thick layer of sweat was on her forehead. She wiped it away and got up, stretching her sore limbs and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

That was one crazy dream...

Crystal wondered if she had eaten something odd to make her that insane, or if it was just she. She shrugged it off then checked the time.

Five o'clock? Why am I waking up so early?

She walked into her bedroom, and noticed that the stranger had made a mess of her bed. Two pillows were on the floor, and half of the sheets were off the bed. Rolling her eyes, she once again checked the man's temperature, and noticed that he was still warm. Her eyes ached from lack of sleep, but there was no way she could sleep now. Her mouth stretched to an impossible size as she yawned, but she was determined now, determined to find out what the idiot in her bed was doing in the middle of a thunderstorm, and why he was passed out. She couldn't smell any alcohol on him, and she had a feeling he wasn't on drugs.

Maybe he's from the future and is here to tell me I'm to be a checkout chick and slutty dancer the rest of my life… Why am I acting like such an emo?

She frowned, and decided to become presentable before she woke the man. In less than thirty minutes, she was clean, clothed and her breath wasn't lethal. Her hip length hair was in a remarkably tight ponytail, and now she poked and prodded the man. He made a strange sound and rolled over, his back to her. She raised an eyebrow, but continued her assault on him. His eyes shot open, and he turned to her, his palm open and facing her. Somehow, her eyebrow was now raised higher, but his face was one of shock and rage. He seemed to have noticed her raised eyebrow and then looked at his wrist. His expression was now one of pure anger.

"Chi sei? Dove sono? Che cosa hai fatto con le mie armi?"

Oh crap.

Her eyes widened, and she looked around frantically.

What the hell did he just say? Shit!

"Um, I don't speak… Whatever you just spoke… Uh, me, Crystal," She said her name while pointing to herself, to try and make him understand. "You?" He seemed to get it as he replied.

"Ezio."

So far, so good... Hey, wasn't there an Ezio in my dream?

His face still looked as though he was about to shoot lasers out of his eyes, but then she remembered, the weird gold thing. She placed her hands up in front of her, hoping he understood.

"Wait here, I'll be back." She ran into the other room, and stubbed her little toes on the coffee table. She cursed, but grabbed the gold ball and ran back into the room. Ezio was now sitting on the bed, his feet firmly on the floor. Crystal placed the ball in front of him, in which he snatched away immediately.

Rude.

She ignored his behavior, and watched as the gold ball was now glowing again, this time even brighter then when she found him. Her hands found her face as the light became unbearable.

I really hope everyone is still asleep…

The light was gone now, and Ezio had a dumbfound look on his face. He seemed to examine his surroundings, until he looked up at Crystal, but instead of looking enormously enraged or as though someone had told him he was actually a woman, he had a loop sided grin. She narrowed her eyes at him, until she couldn't take it.

"What?"

"Nothing, just wondering how I ended up in your bed." Her cheeks turned red as she realized where he was going with this.

So now he can speak English. Great, what a miracle…

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I really can charm the pants off a woman." His grin widened as her jaw dropped, her blush now turning crimson.

"You think I slept with you? Disgusting! I found you passed out in the middle of the road, the last thing you did was 'charm my pants off'." It was her turn to send him a killer glare, as she stomped out the room.

Don't let him get in you head, that's what he wants.

She calmed herself, and walked back into where Ezio was, with his now fixed clothes, curtsy of her. He was grabbing at the clothes he was wearing, and she mentally prepared herself for this explanation.

"Here, I washed them while you were asleep." He smiled and took them from her, and then bowed.

"Grazia, madonna."

Wow, manners, I'm surprised.

She was about to step out of the door, until he added.

"I hope you didn't take advantage of me." She didn't even bother turning around, she knew he had that stupid grin on his face. Simply ignoring him, she walked out of the room and into the bathroom. Rubbing her temple, she started applying her makeup, making her eyes bolder and sharper. Her lip was now a pretty nude, and then she re-did her hair, placing it in a bun instead of a ponytail. It was quiet messy, like a nest was plopped on her head.

"What are you doing?" A high-pitched squeal left her mouth, as she turned and punch Ezio square in the jaw. She gasped, and started spewing out apologizes, walking him to the kitchen and getting some ice. Wrapping the ice in a dishcloth, she gently placed it against the now forming bruise.

"Ezio, I'm so sorry..." As he glared at her she couldn't help the tiny giggles. She hid her grin in her palm, and tried to look as guilty as possible.

"Did you have to hit me so hard?" He complained, as he opened and closed his mouth, wincing a little.

"Sorry."

"I've never known a woman who could throw that good a punch." She laughed out loud at this, but was silent when Ezio gave her that look again.

"Would you like something to eat?" Trying to get his mind away from the fact that she had hit him, she entered the kitchen, and noticed that Ezio followed her.

"What have you got?"

"I've got... Some cereal, yogurt, fruit, and I might have some eggs."

"What is that?" Ezio asked as he pointed towards the fridge, that Crystal's head was now popping out of. She raised an eyebrow at his question.

"It's a fridge... You've never seen a fridge?"

"Never! What does it do?"

"It keeps your food cold." He nodded then walked over to the microwave.

"And what is this? What does this do?" He pressed multiple buttons as he awaited her reply.

"Don't touch that! It's a microwave, now go!" He turned and looked at her, his smile gone and a sad frown now forming. "No, no, no, no! I mean get out of the kitchen... Unless you want to leave."

"Grazia for the offer, but I'm afraid I would just get lost." He chuckled, but left the room making his way to the TV. Crystal planned on making something, until her phone started ringing. At an impossible speed, she sprinted to her phone, and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kitten, what are you doing?"

"Judy? What are you doing up this early?"

"Eh, getting a new pair of shoes today and I couldn't sleep. Like a kid at fucking Christmas, now answer my question."

"Oh, I'm making breakfast."

"That's it? I thought you would be enjoying a cocktail in a cozy spa as servants brought you your breakfast." Crystal's mood instantly soured as her smile changed to a frown.

"I didn't audition."

"Then you would get your nails- Wait, what? You didn't audition! Why the hell not?" Crystal took the phone from her ear as Judy yelled, but put it back afterwards.

"I didn't get the chance. They were out of spots when I got there. Just, don't worry about it, I'm fine." She was lying, but she knew she was good at it. Crystal wanted so badly to slap the receptionist, but she knew it wasn't her fault. Crystal heard Judy start moving on her end of the phone, and her curiosity pecked.

"Kitten, clean your room, cause Aunties coming to town."

Oh god, why?

"No, no! I'm fine, really! You should just stay in your nice house and not visit me! I'm fine!"

Please, please, please, please stay at home!

"I'll see you in an hour or two kitten!"

... Crap.