Ok, so here is the next chapter. I had it for a while so I am going to post it while I'm at it. This chapter was written by NightmareWalker. The two of us brainstormed a little but took a different direction in this one opposed to the previous chapters! I don't want to spoil the surprises for anyone but it has two endings; a serious one and a funny one. I couldn't decide which ending I liked better so they are both in here. So, here it is!
Don't own these characters. Rizzoli & Isles is owned by TNT, Jan Nash, Tess Gerritson, and Janet Tamaro while Assassin's Creed and Altair are owned by UbiSoft!
Video Game Day at Maura's
Jane Plays: Assassins' Creed
"Maura, hey, come in here!" Jane squirmed excitedly on the couch, controller in hand as the PS3 home screen came up on the TV.
The honey blonde appeared in the doorway, glass in hand and eyebrow quirked. "Yes?"
"Look at this new game I bought, it looks so cool!" The brunette was nearing wriggling off the couch in excitement and Maura smiled indulgently as she sat down, nudging Jane's arm so she would lift it and let her nestle into her side. "Maur, I can't play like this."
"But you're so comfortable. Try?" The wide, entreating gaze Maura sent her made Jane grumble in mock irritation as she settled into the cushions, controller awkwardly held off to the side as the title screen for Assassin's Creed came up.
They were introduced to the background of the main character, Altaїr Ibn-La'Ahad, and loosed on the small town near the Assassins' stronghold. Jane jerked when a group of soldiers set upon her character, thumbs flailing over the controller to keep him from dying. Altaїr climbed onto a low roof nearby and began jumping from building to building, eventually evading his pursuers and ending up atop one of the rare high points in the area.
"Hmm, I wonder what this means…." Jane pressed the button shown on-screen and suddenly had a bird's eye view of the surrounding town, her character perched precariously on the narrow ledge at his feet. "Whoa, this is cool. Maura, do you see this?"
"Jane, I am sitting right here, I can see the screen, you know." Maura was smiling crookedly, dimple visible as she took a sip from her glass.
"But, Maur, do you see it? This game is, is….epic! Look at the graphics, the details! There's so much stuff."
Jane was on the verge of faingirling over the game and Maura headed off the oncoming rant hastily. "Jane, what does it want you to do now? There's something by your character."
Jane peered at the screen and muttered, "Leap of Faith?" They both gasped when Altaїr leapt from the peak of the building and twirled gracefully in midair to land, unscathed, in a pile of hay, rolling out from it and dusting himself off nonchalantly. "Holy shit, Maura, that's so damn cool!"
Maura looked vaguely impressed and, simultaneously, perturbed. "That couldn't logically happen though, Jane."
"But, Maura!-"
"No, the laws of physics dictate that objects fall at 9.81 meters per second to the second power. Therefore, by the time he reached the ground again, Altaїr would have reached a speed of-"
"Maura, no. Don't crush my dreams to do my own Leap of Faith someday, please."
Despite herself, Maura smiled and nudged Jane's ribs. "Fine, but don't complain to me when you injure yourself trying to do this."
"I won't, I won't. I'm like a cat, I always land on my feet," Jane said as she maneuvered Altaїr around deftly, having mastered the controls. He climbed up a wall and began running across the rooftop, robe billowing in the breeze.
"I do have to admit," Maura said with an admiring tone, "the graphics are quite beautiful to look at. The way his clothes are moving are quite realistic, and – look at the laundry hung out to dry!"
"I know, Maur, I can see it on screen, too," Jane said dryly. Maura slapped her shoulder and Altaїr leapt, seemingly of his own will, from the roof, into the midst of some guards. "Shit! Maura, look what – fuck! C'mon, Altaїr! Fight them off, c'mo – no!" With a flurry of motion, Altaїr died and Jane was returned to the synchronization screen.
She glared at Maura, who hid her smile behind her glass and widened her eyes innocently. "What?"
"I blame you."
"But I didn't"
"I blame you."
Jane muttered to herself as she rode a horse through the desert, the reins of the horse slapping against its neck and its hooves kicking up sand as they galloped. Maura glanced askance at her from the far end of the couch, which she had been unceremoniously banished to. "Jane, I really think you're overreacting a little." Dark eyes met hers for a moment before returning to the screen and the dry landscape in view.
"Jane."
The brunette's jaw tightened.
"Jane, really."
Jane whined mutinously and turned her eyes to Maura, pausing the game and pouting. "You're acting like a child."
"Maaauuura…."
"Don't 'Maura' me, Jane." Jane stuck her lower lip out petulantly and Maura shook her head fondly. "Come here, you big baby."
"I'm not a baby," Jane muttered as she nestled into Maura, un-pausing the game and continuing to the next way-point with her head pillowed against the honey blonde's shoulder.
Maura kissed her temple and pulled her closer, smiling against her skin. "Okay, not a baby, but definitely still a child."
"Eh, I can live with that."
"I know I said you were a child still, Jane, but isn't this taking it too far?" Maura stood, hands on her hips and an indulgent, albeit stern, smile on her lips.
Said brunette was dressed in a long, white trench coat with a deep hood she'd dug out of some corner, if the remnants of dust clinging to it were any indication. She had perched herself in her bare feet on the kitchen counter and was gripping the edge with her fingertips, eyes trained on the island across from her. "Jane, I swear if you-"
"I'll be fine," she said flippantly, just before she pushed off and leapt to the island. There was a brief moment of panic in two sets of eyes when her head smacked against the pans suspended above the island and she automatically leaned away, nearly upsetting her precarious balance before she caught herself. "See, I'm fine."
Jane grinned and Maura clasped one hand over her pounding heart. "Jane Clementine Rizzoli, if you break anything, there will be consequences."
"Oooh, whatcha gonna do, Maur, put me in the corner? After all, I am still a child, according to you."
Jane stuck her tongue out at the stunned honey blonde and cackled gleefully as she hopped off the counter and ran from the room, trench coat billowing behind her. Maura chased after the brunette, watching the rather impressive acrobatics she managed to perform despite the lack of space and the length of her body.
"Jane, please be careful!"
Jane only hooted in mirth as she swung from the doorway of the hall into the living room and vaulted over the couch, disappearing behind the furniture soundlessly. Maura cautiously approached it and peered over the back of the couch, then screamed when Jane suddenly popped up from the seat with her eyes crossed and tongue stuck out.
"Jane!" Maura tried to slap her but Jane slid away and ran from the room, bare feet slapping against the wooden floors as she raced upstairs. Maura shook her head and sighed heavily. "Never again. I am never letting her play this game again. No matter how much she will complain," she muttered as she walked up the steps to the second floor. "Jane?"
A white blur burst from their bedroom and streaked by her, dark curls bouncing within the confines of the hood that was drawn up. "Can't catch me!"
"Dammit, Jane! You know you're going to hurt yourself if you keep-" There was a heavy thump down the hallway, then silence. Maura sighed heavily and mentally made a note to hide that damn trench coat once she finally caught up to Jane. She backtracked to the far end of the hall and swept her gaze from side to side, looking for evidence of Jane's passing.
She stepped into her yoga room and, on a whim, glanced up at the beam that crossed the center of it which she had coaxed some vines to grow on and now thrived in the sunlit space. Jane was hanging upside down from the beam, the tails of the trench coat hanging by her head. She grinned widely as Maura approached with wide eyes. "How did you?-"
"Trade secret," Jane quipped, winking and nodding at the dresser just below one end of the beam which Maura kept spare mats and towels in. Maura yelped when strong arms dragged her closer and Jane's breath ghosted across her chin, fingers kneading her muscles with precise pressure. "You know, you look damn pretty from this angle, too."
"Too?"
Jane nodded distractedly, twirling a golden strand of hair around her finger as her other hand migrated to Maura's neck. "Mhmm, I guess this proves that you're gorgeous from every angle." With that, she pulled Maura close enough to kiss, nipping her lip gently as the hand at her neck played with the small hairs that had escaped her ponytail. Maura sighed happily and her fingers knotted in wild dark hair, bending her neck so they could kiss more deeply.
When Maura pulled away, panting and flushed, Jane grinned rakishly and her thumb rubbed tiny circles on a rosy cheek. "I promise to keep you safe from the dreaded Templars, my lady."
"Oh? And what of you, a Templar herself?"
Jane pulled herself atop the beam and jumped down gracefully, trench coat fluttering around her as she landed in a crouch and looked up at Maura through tangled hair with a suddenly serious smile on her face.
"I am the most dangerous of all; a woman who would give anything to protect those she loves but lives in the shadows with a white cloak and hidden blade."
She stood and wrapped Maura in her arms, head nestled against the crown of her head. "I promise, I'll always keep you safe, Maur."
OR
When Maura pulled away, panting and flushed, Jane grinned rakishly and her thumb rubbed tiny circles on a rosy cheek. "I promise to keep you safe from the dreaded Templars, my lady."
"Oh? And what of you, a Templar herself?"
Jane grinned more widely, if it were possible, and swept into a low bow. "Oh, have no fear for me, dear lady. This humble servant of the Brotherhood knows many ways to scare off the bad guys. They include, but are not limited to, yelling in angry Italian, throwing any and all objects which are within arms' reach, shooting them, and, the most fear inducing tactic…." Jane paused dramatically and Maura leaned in, curious. "Setting my mother on them. She'll keep anyone away that we don't want here. They would be foolish to interfere."
"Jane!"
So there it is! Rizzles and Assassin!Jane. The people were asking for it, so why not oblige. I was just waiting for the right one-shot for it, lol. Bonus points on who can guess the inspiration behind the upside down kiss!
For some reason, I could totally see Angie Harmon donning the Assassin's coat totally having fun with it (Gag Reel Material on the show ha-ha). NightmareWalker thought it would be hilarious too.
Finally, I do thank all of you guys for supporting this story too. I'm having quite a bit of fun with it and so is NightmareWalker.
Next up: Jane Vs. Maura: MLB 15: the Show
