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"Hey, there you are! Everything all right?" asked Monica noticing Devon's dewy eyes.

"Yeah I just saw a cat get run over. Why don't you go do something while I go finish getting ready."

"Ok, I'll go to the computer room and goof off for a bit. But please do hurry." Called out Monica as Devon ran and slipped into the closing elevator. A knock at the glass door to the computer room took Monica out of her focus. She looked up as Devon gestured 'let's go'. She logged off of all her sites grabbed her purse and was out.

"Are you sure you are ok? You seem a bit off." Asked Monica as they walked down the street searching for an available taxi.

"Yeah, just a bit of the jet lag I guess." She dismissed with a wave of her hand. She wanted more time to think of how she was to break the news.

"Well I'll try to make it quick so we can come back and chill."

"That's fine. But I don't think I'll have cocktails."

"Then whatever you want from the bar I'll get you." Devon smiled as Monica whistled down a Taxi and they got in. "To Machu Picchu Please." Devon looked out the window in quiet contemplation thinking of all the possible ways to break the news. She looked over at Monica who was playing with the fringe on the purse Devon had gotten her and Devon couldn't help but recap on their long friendship. How they met at a dinner party in college, and Monica approached her awkwardly the next week at school.

"Hey weren't you the one sitting next to me at Julie's party?"

"Yeah." And how from there they had become fast friends and talked of moving to New York. When they finally graduated from their community college with their basics, they hopped into Devon's car with all their stuff and left their small town behind ready for the big apple. The first night they were there, walking up to their new shitty apartment, which they loved, they got hungry and decided to go out. On their way to the diner they stopped at a bar, which Monica insisted on entering to have a celebration drink to their first night in New York.

"Oh look at him." Said Monica over the music into Devon's ear, pointing at the cute bartender.

"Well let's not just look! Let's go speak to him." Said Devon hoping to set Monica up finally. As they approached, the cute bartender decided to hop over the bar not having noticed the two and giving Devon a swift kick in the face.

"Ah God what the fuck is wrong with you? Who the hell just jumps over a bar like that?!" yelled Devon placing her hand on her now bleeding nose.

"Holy shit! I am so sorry!" he apologized reaching out to assess the damage.

"Back off dick!" yelled Monica standing in front of him to block him from Devon who began to crouch in pain.

"Shit we need to get her to a hospital."

"No shit Sherlock! Any other magnificent ideas?" said Monica as she placed her hands on the now crying Devon leading her towards the door. Desmond followed behind apologizing over and over.

"How can I make up for this? Please let me help somehow. This is all my fault."

"No you've done enough. Back off."

"Please." He said following them into the street towards their car. Monica opened the door and sat Devon carefully inside taking the keys and walking around to the driver's side. She looked up and around not knowing really the way to the hospital then looking at the bartender. Well, he is kind of cute.

"You want to help?"

"Yeah. I feel extremely bad."

"Ok get in the car. You're giving me directions to the hospital." She said as he nodded and jumped in the back. She got in and sped off taking his direction trying her best to hear him over Devon's cries. "My nose! My beautiful NOSE! You broke it, you dick. Ooowwww!" They waited in the waiting room while Devon got taken care of. Devon didn't really know what they conversed about, but Monica came in with a smile.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine, doctor gave me a shit ton of meds for the pain and I'm feeling good." said Devon in a nasal stoned voice, her nose covered in gauze.

"That's great."

"Hi." Said Desmond shyly as he walked through the door.

"Oh look, it's the dick from the bar with the heavy foot." Joked Devon, groggily pointing at her nose.

"His name is Desmond, and he's really sorry."

"Ah Desmond. What a shitty name."

"Yeah. Hi, I am really sorry though. Can I bring you anything?"

"Yeah, go fall into hell and bring me back Alastair so he can torture you." yelled Devon.

"Ah, I'm guessing she watches Supernatural?" asked Desmond, recalling the fourth season of Supernatural.

"Yeah. She's always watching it." Monica said, laughing a bit and turning back to him.

"I don't really think she's in any condition for guests right now. Want to come back later when the drugs have worn off?"

"Yeah sounds like a plan." He said, exiting. Devon watched him as he left, staring mischievously at his perky behind rock from side to side. He froze in his tracks as she called out to him.

"Dat ass. You sway dem hips so good boy." She slurred as she busted into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Monica tried to stifle the laugh that was threatening to come out but it failed her miserably. Desmond turned quickly, embarrassed, and shuffled rapidly out of the room.

"So we get a number?" asked Devon with a cheesy smile poking Monica in her soft stomach.

"No, but he's really cute, and somewhat interesting, we got to chatting in the waiting room, we have a new friend." Devon was knocked out of her memory as the car came to a screeching halt, as the taxi driver demanded his pay and for the girls to exit. Monica threw the money at his rudeness, and they both exited making their way to one of the bus shuttles that took them closer to their destination. They made their way to the gate and were stopped by a guide.

"Where do you two think you're going?"

"To see the newly discovered section." said Monica looking at the tall brawny tour guide brows furrowed in question. Devon gave Monica a nudge in the side at the sight of the quite handsome Peruvian.

"No ladies. You need to visit one of those tea shops first before being able to go up." He said pointing to the little shops and carts in front.

"But we don't want tea. We just want to go see the discovery and go." Said Devon crossing her arms.

"It's not that you can't. You need to have one of those teas before you go up. It's helps so that the altitude won't affect you." He explained. Devon placed her hand on her stomach thinking about the baby's safety.

"Ok, fine. We'll go have tea." Said Monica as they turned and walked to a shop. "Your stomach all right?" she asked noticing Devon's hand placement.

"Huh? Oh Yes, just gotta toot." Lied Devon.

"Alright Toots McGee. Let's get some tea so we can go." They watched the preparation of the tea, and drank it down slowly.

"Did you get a good glimpse at that guide? He was hot!" said Devon slapping Monica's arm playfully.

"Yes, yes he was." Said Monica looking away.

"Oh come on! Like really? You're going to be like that? I thought you were going to give other men a try!" said Devon, sipping her tea slowly.

"Yes but it's only been four days since we left Desmond behind. I feel it a bit too soon." Said Monica twirling her teacup in her palms.

"I understand that, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't talk to him. Maybe you could get his number and y'all can go clubbing this weekend or something. Come on now." Said Devon wanting her friend to recover quickly and find someone else so the baby news won't be so hard. As Devon contemplated through the day, she came to realize that she already loved the baby, though she didn't feel the same way about Desmond. They would make it work. She knew they could. She didn't want the baby to be without its father, like she did when she was a young girl. Desmond himself said he wanted in on the baby's life so she would make it so. But what if another male figure came into the picture? Would that upset Desmond? She pushed her thoughts aside and listened to Monica speak.

"All in good time. I want it to be special, meaningful, and with someone that I do love."

Devon rolled her eyes, "Fine but you can't wait forever."

"I know, but I have this feeling that soon I'll find what I'm looking for and all will be right again." Said Monica placing her hand over her heart. Devon rolled her eyes again looking into her cup before downing the last few sips.

"You and your hunches and feelings, but whatever." They slipped off their stools and walked back to the guide. Devon gave Monica a pinch in her side encouraging her to speak to the guide.

"Go make a move!" Devon encourgaged.

"Fine, fine I will." Whispered Monica smacking Devon's hands away.

"Ok, so we drank our tea. Will you let us through now?" asked Monica

"Yes, here's a map. All the permissible areas are marked and don't stray from the group. Any broken rules will lead to a fine and possible jail time."

"Will you be our guide?" Said Monica, twirling her hair cutely between her fingers.

"I can't, miss. I have to keep an eye on the gate." The guided admitted, eyeing Monica up and down.

"Oh, that's too bad. So do you work all the time or do you ever get a night off?" The guide grinned knowing exactly where Monica was leading. He looked her up and down noticing her large breasts and muscular legs. Tourist women tended to be easier targets, because they wanted the adventure. He gave her the cheesiest grin he could muster up.

"Well I work most days but I have my nights off if you want to get together for some fun." He said. Devon narrowed her eyes, not liking where this was going. She wanted her friend to have a good time, but not in this manner. This guy was being gross and sleazy.

"Well I had more in mind dinner and maybe some dancing." Said Monica letting go of her hair and taking a step back, becoming slightly uncomfortable at the direction he was going.

"Why waste time? We could just head directly to your hotel. I can show you a good time." He said as he reached his hand out and caressed her cheek, giving her a wink.

"Hey whoa. What the fuck? Dude, don't be weird." Said Devon. She feeling somewhat protective of her friend and wanted this dude to back off and leave her alone.

"Don't be jealous darling. I'm man enough to take care of both of you. I'm sure my girlfriend won't mind. Unless you two would like me to give her a call and have her join our festivities."

"How about no?" said Devon putting her hands in front of her and glaring fiercely at the man.

"Ok I won't invite her. It'll be just the three of us."

"Douche!" said Monica, walking her way around him and towards the entrance of the gate.

"Is that a no ladies?"

"More like a FUCK NO!" Said Devon following close behind Monica. The two women walked away, both disgusted by this man's intentions. Never had these two met a man so vulgar and desperate as this one and hopefully they never had to again.

"I won't be here all day!" He called out as Monica flicked her middle finger up at him, not turning to face him but walking straight on.

"Ok, Monica, understand something. I don't want a douche bag like that for you either. He probably has like an STD or something. What a douche nugget!" said Devon as they made their way up to the excavation site.

"Yeah, like I said, I'll wait for the right one." Devon's breath grew short as they finished climbing the final step. Both of their mouths dropped in awe as they took in the ancient place around them. The grass was the color of glowing emeralds and the rock walls were, though crumbling and old, were still intact.

"Alright, if everyone can gather here around me so I can read over some rules and regulations before we start the tour, please." Screeched the tour guide. After the woman finished, the rather medium-sized group headed into the first part of the ruins. Devon and Monica took in the sites, both squeaking with excitement when they past something that looked interesting or rare. Devon subconsciously began to rub her stomach as she slowly walked around and looked at some displays of pottery they had. Come. Her eyebrows furrowed as she whipped around to see if anyone was behind her.

"Monica, did you hear that?" Devon asked, slapping her hand against her friends shoulder.

"No. What was it?" she asked before she continued on looking at the pottery in front of them. Come. There it was again. Assessing her options, Devon came to the conclusion that it was someone lost and went off towards the direction she heard it. As she went farther into the ruins, the lights started to dim and soon a small pathway was revealed. Curiosity got the best of her. Closer the voice whispered. The path was barely lit, only a few beams of light shone. She entered a rather large room with weird carvings on it and a pedestal in the middle with a round, glowing orb. Come closer. Devon took a few steps forward, unsure if she should or not. Screams left her body as a figure appeared in front of her wearing white robes and an odd headdress like thing. Her heart slowed down as the figure pointed a pasty white finger at her.

"What he does shall be undone by you." The figure spoke in a commanding tone. Devon remained silent as the figure beckoned her closer with her finger.

"What are you talking about? Who?" All was silent in the room as the orb began to glow brighter and its hum, louder.

"The apple shall show you things that you must know. Things you must know about him. Only you can put a stop to the end of days. You alone." Though Devon was confused and had tons of questions, she couldn't help but glide closer towards the orb. Her face was blank as she slowly reached her hand out, hovering it above the orb.

"Devon! Stop! Don't touch that!" Monica yelled but it was too late. Devon snatched up the orb. Its hum grew deafening and the light flooded the room, blinding both her and Monica. The two stood screaming as Devon slowly opened one eye and glanced at her surroundings, noticing themselves in an alley. Their screams slowly started to dwindle down.

"Monica! You're glowing!" Devon shrieked, pointing a finger at her.

"So are you!" Monica mimicked Devon's movements, making a face similar to Dean Winchester's from Supernatural.

"WE JUST HAD SEX." She yelled at the top of her lungs. All was silent for a while before the two let out a chuckle. "Dude, what the hell was that? Where even are we?" Monica shrugged her shoulders as she walked towards the end of the alley and poked her head out.

"Hey Devon, you might want to come check this out." Devon followed her movements and was shocked to find everyone dressed in clothes as though they were from the 18th century.

Haytham walked with purpose down the busy streets of the colony. His mood was light. Everything had been going according to plan with the Templars and he was getting closer to finding the Grand Temple made by the first civilization. As he casually walked, he noticed some muffled talking in an alleyway he passed by and decided to check it out. His eyes came upon two oddly dressed women who were bickering silently as they looked out at the other side, their backs towards him. He thought nothing of it and continued on his way. It wasn't until half way back to his tavern that he realized the glowing orb one woman's hand was the piece of Eden he'd previously heard about. His steps grew faster and away he sped to tell his colleagues about his discovery.

"Holy… How did we even END UP IN 18TH CENTURY AMERICA?! LIKE I CAN'T EVEN…." Devon tried to understand what was going on but any possible explanation she had was nearly impossible to their current situation. She didn't even understand who the weird hallucination was back in Peru.

"Calm down. We don't even know where we are. Don't assume things, Devon! Let's go to a tavern, get something to drink, and just ask around to see where we are." Devon huffed and agreed to Monica's proposition. The tavern smelt of smoke and sex as they walked in, causing Devon's stomach to rumble with nausea.

"Monica, I'm going to go find a bathroom. I'll be right back." Monica gave her thumbs up, turning to the man and ordering two shots of whiskey. Devon figured the bathroom would be downstairs so she wandered around but found no sign of one. She deciphered it must be upstairs so she jogged up the stairs and turning to her left towards a door, swinging it open. She paused as she pursed her lips. There had been a meeting of sorts going on when she barged in rudely. The men stopped their discussing and turned towards her, staring blankly at her, all except for one. This man was tall and his posture was as straight as a needle. There was no denying how insanely attractive this man was. They held each other's gaze for a few seconds before Devon laughed awkwardly.