AN: Hey everyone. Bad news: I got sick last week and it is only recently that I've recovered (don't worry it was just a fever and strep throat situation). So while I was healing I was only able to upload 1 chapter instead of 2.

Good news: You readers are going to get 3 Chapters as penance for that. But I'll be uploading them one by one and I think I've made you guys wait long enough. I'm just in the middle of transferring it from notebook to mobile. These turned out to be really long chapters so expect them within days of each other.

Next for those of you who are wondering how to pronounce Altair Ibn La'ahad's first name it's Alta-year. I don't trust myself in knowing the right pronunciation for the rest of his name so just go to YouTube and search for Altair Ibn La'ahad or the Assassin's Creed Panel by Loomer. His voice actor Cas Anvar does it wonderfully (around 1:46 in the Friday SacAnime Assassin's Creed Panel by Loomer).

And lastly after uploading all three I will be researching (aka reading books) on the priority ancestor of Tim Scam. This means that Chapter 9 will take awhile to arrive. I want to make it good for you guys and that requires a bit of research (you guys will know who this ancestor is soon enough).

"You have to learn from the past in order to move forward."-Fr. Sebaya

Chapter 6 – Unexpected Memories

Abstergo Research facility, Madrid, Spain, Saturday, 12:30 PM

"Ah, you must be Samantha Simpson?" Uma said in a welcoming tone as she sees the spies going inside the facility. As usual, today was more crowded than their weekdays.

"You must be Uma? I'm Sam, these are my friends Clover and Alex." They shook hands with the woman whom they've observed to be a mature British woman, who had Blonde hair and Brown eyes.

"Nice meeting you, and welcome to one of many research facilities under Abstergo. I've heard from Abbie that you're doing a thesis on Genetic Technology."

"Yes, we were hoping to look for technology that uses Genetics in other ways." Clover added. Before coming here, the spies and Jerry agreed that while Sam would do most of the talking when it comes to the details and specifics, Clover and Alex could talk about the research in general. That way it could at least look like they were working on it as a team.

"Well we do have a few things up our sleeve. Just follow me." The girls followed Uma to an area that was not normally open to guests of the research facility.

Along the way Sam can't help but observe that interior wise, Abstergo is actually bright. Big windows placed strategically in positions that would maximize the use of natural light more than artificial light. And from her guess, she thinks that the artificial lights, are placed but are only to be used during night or days when the sun wasn't really shining. But despite the designed brightness, there seems to be a darkness that you are unsure of where it is coming from.

"While it is not yet available in the market, this project just needs a few minor adjustments and then you'll be able to purchase one online." They watched as Uma swiped her ID and the door was opened. They walked into what was labeled as the 'Demo Room'. The first thing that they saw was what they quietly guessed to be another version of the Animus. Only this time, it seemed to be formatted into a home consul video game platform. But the same crucial elements were certainly there. Wires of some sort connected the head, arms and legs to what looked to be a mini control panel and the home television.

"This here is what we call the portable home Animus. It's a device that helps explore, decode and project your DNA in the comfort of your own home."

"Um…question. Why would anyone want to do that? Genetics is a pretty specialized field and a lot of people may not know what to look for when exploring their DNA." Alex asked. She and Clover were under the category of not knowing what to do or what to look for in a DNA.

"Oh, sorry I was a bit ahead of myself. I forget that you girls don't know about Genetic Memories yet." Uma let out a chuckle as she shook her head.

"Okay, let's start from the beginning. Do you know how you learned to run away when something doesn't feel right? Do you know how some people are just so intuitive that they can manage to survive through instinct?" Uma then looks carefully at the girls, but subtly locks on to Sam's eyes.

"Have you ever made a choice that was difficult? So difficult that you need to spend sometime alone to channel whatever it is that would point you in the right direction?"

"Yes…yes I have." Sam said as she felt that she can't let herself out of the gaze that Uma had her in.

"Tell me about it. Recently I had to choose between two really good designer shoes." Clover added as she allowed room for Sam to look away from Uma.

"Well then let me ask you, How do you know that you can trust that feeling?" Uma took time to study each of the girls before her.

"Where does it come from?"

"From experience and common sense?" Alex guessed with what seemed to be the most obvious answer.

"But where do those things come from? Sure some people would say that it is a product of what society taught you. But deep down, how do you know for sure?"

"Oh…okay you have a point." Alex responded nervously.

"What are you trying to say Uma?" Sam asked, although she knew where this was going, she needed Uma to say it.

"That through our DNA each and everyone who is alive has memories." At that moment Uma powered up the machine.

"Well duh, as long as someone has a functioning brain they'll have memories. Remembering them on the other hand." Clover whined out loud, getting a little bit frustrated.

"Oh I'm not just talking about our individual memories Clover." Uma then turned on the monitor.

"I am talking about the memories of our ancestors. Every single one. From those who migrated out of Africa, to most recently your parents and grandparents." As she said this, she scrutinized the control panel and pressed a few buttons and typed out some commands in its computer area.

"But how is that possible? Our parents and some of our grandparents are still alive making new memories."

"Dear, isn't that why Epigenetics exist? Just because you are no longer in the womb, doesn't mean you aren't unconsciously recording the memories of your still living ancestors. And just because there isn't a scientific explanation to what is happening doesn't mean it's not there."

'Okay, she has a point' Sam thought as they watched Uma finish setting up the Animus.

"This explanation of how memories are also passed from one generation to another is what provides the intuition and instinct that we have today. It's one of the few theories that explain how some young people are wise beyond their years. How some animals just seem to know where is the best place to hide, breed and feed and so much more without being taught." She then moves on front of the girls, but making sure to stay on front of Sam.

"Would you like to see for yourself? I can give you a demo of how the experience will be like." Her tone, her direction and the hidden message was all directed to Sam. The unspoken dare to try out something new that they were curious about. But then again, curiosity killed the cat. And curiosity might give something to the bad guys that you may be unwilling to give.

The surprise was very evident when they saw that Sam appears to be considering the idea.

"Can we have a moment Uma?" Alex asked. But before Uma could answer, they dragged Sam out of the room.

"Hey Sam are you okay?" Clover asked concerned as she gently shakes Sam's shoulders. Her feeble efforts in trying to snap Sam out of anything that the witch Uma had placed her in.

"Sam come on, do you need water?"

"No I'm fine Alex. I'm sorry girls, I don't know what came over me." Sam sighed worriedly as she massages her forehead. It was as if, Uma was somehow compulsing her through her own curiosity.

"It's okay, we're here. Just take a deep breath." Clover assured their leader as she started to calm down.

"Do you still want to go back inside? Because we could totally ditch this place right now if you're not up for it."

"That's sweet Alex…but we can't, we have a mission to complete."

"Sam I can't believe you!" Clover cried almost shouting it in the hall.

"No mission is ever worth your insanity and possibly leap from depression or whatever black hole this might lead."

"Yeah you could be sucked into another universe and might have to live with aliens in another galaxy." Clover and Sam had a sweat drop fall from their heads at Alex's comment.

"Thanks girls, but I'm okay. I know it's risky, but if it helps with the mission then I'll do it." Her two teammates shared a look.

"Fine but the moment that we feel anything is going badly, we're kicking Uma's butt and getting out of here." The spies then returned inside the room where Uma was waiting patiently for them.

"Everything okay girls?" she asked with a low sweet tone.

"Yeah, sorry about that Uma. I just needed some air." Sam said as she felt her two friends subtly watch Uma's every move.

"Well now that you are back, would you still like to have a taste of the experience?"

"Yes, I would." She gave her friends a reassuring smile.

"Splendid! First give me a strand of your hair. We'll need it to get the genetic basis of the demo." She quickly plucked a strand of Sam's hair (briefly making Sam wince) and then placed it on a petri dish like container where it was being scanned a few times.

"Now Samantha, sit on the chair and I'll help put these attachments on you." Sam did as she was told as her friends watched Uma with added scrutiny.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I'm about to be brainwashed in some way." Uma chuckles.

"Don't worry dear, the experience will speak for itself. We don't need to brainwash you just so we can have a major profit." She then turned her attention to the other two.

"You two may want to step back a bit. Don't worry your friend will be fine."

"Let's hope so." Alex whispered to Clover as they stepped back. Eyes not leaving either Sam or Uma.

"Ready to experience some of your genetic memories?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." And before Sam knew it, her senses were momentarily stopped as her vision was blinded with whiteness.

Then she regained her vision, and slowly the rest of her senses as she examined her surroundings. She appears to be in some sort of bathroom, a regular modern one, looking down as she washed her hands.

'Hmm I wonder which ancestor Uma had me relive? It can't be that distant since it seems to be a regular bathroom. Maybe I'm reliving my grandmother." It turns out it wasn't distant at all. She looked up and saw her answer.

On the mirror on front of her was reflecting someone nearly identical to her. The major difference is her long wavy brown hair. This time around, her face was young without a wrinkle in sight.

'My mother? Uma sent me to relive the memories of my mother?' Sam asked herself shocked.

"Gabby, are you ready to do this?" A middle aged woman asked. From what Sam could guess, this woman was of African-Arabic descent. Her face could easily serve as the model for an Arabian nights book cover.

"Yes, Geraldine, I'm ready." She felt her mouth say. It's strange hearing her mother's voice in a lighter sound than the one she was used to. She then felt herself, or rather her mother walk into a steady but hasty step beside another woman called Geraldine.

"Remember that whatever happens to me, you must do your task." She heard the stern tone from Geraldine. As if saying that we can't afford to mess this up.

"But Geraldine you are my mentor, I can't just leave you to the wolves." Please, please mentor don't do it. Sam was briefly startled when she could hear her mother's thoughts.

"I've battled these wolves many times Gabby. Someday you will have your own wolves to fight. I don't want to deprive that from you." What do you mean mentor? She feels a confused expression on her face.

"But if I'm going to do my job…why do I have to appear before them? Wouldn't it be wiser for me to go ahead and skip meeting with the council?"

"They'll be expecting that. And we can't afford to be predictable. And also you are the representative of your generation who disagree with what they are doing. But among people your age, I feel that you are the few who can be diplomatic. You can entertain an idea without necessarily accepting it. A needed skill in negotiating." She feels them pause and turn to each other.

"Take a deep breath, put your mask on." Stay calm, whatever happens.. just stay calm. They then enter through the ornate wooden doors.

Inside was a mostly gray circular room. With only a few chairs not seated by people who were wearing red robes.

"Hello Geraldine, how nice of you and your student to join us. Did you two finally have a change of heart regarding the purge?" A man who appeared to be around Geraldine's age asked. He was one of the many who wore the red robes.

"Actually Rikkin, that's exactly what we were hoping regarding the council's decision on the purge. And the unnecessary casualties." Geraldine said as she and her mother took their seats.

"Still believing that this is an unnecessary step Gabby? I thought I've already shared with you why it needs to happen." A brown haired middle aged man with a stubble like beard faced her.

"Marron Husk, if there is one thing you should know about me, it's that at the end of the day I value life." That opportunistic misogynistic bastard. Sam's felt her real eyes go wider and her mother's narrow into slits. It was new hearing her mother curse as she felt her mother's blood boiling underneath her skin.

'Wait-Husk? Could he be Geraldine Husk's father? If he is…my mom knew him?'

"And I thought that I've already explained that a few need to die for the world to develop!"

"That doesn't mean innocents have to die with the guilty ones." She heard her mother say in a firm voice. Stay calm Gabby, stay calm.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what Gabriella and I are trying to point out is that by killing innocents, we are also killing potential. One of the great Templar grandmasters was Haytham Kenway. He is the son and the father of Assassins. And let's not forget his significant contributions to our order. Then there is Shay Cormac, an assassin who became a Templar. Al – Mualim, founder of the Assassin brotherhood, died believing in the Templar beliefs." Geraldine said this as she placed a reassuring hand on Gabby.

"While you do have a point Geraldine, you also cannot deny that it is hard to know who is innocent and guilty among them and our own race to get to the artifacts of the first civilization." The man called Rikkin pointed out.

"Is that your justification for killing children?"

"Geraldine, be reasonable. These assassins probably raised their children to hate us. We can't take any chances. It would be a waste of resources."

"Is it really a waste? Or maybe you just don't want to invest in these potential new recruits Marron." Take that materialistic misogynist! She felt Geraldine gazed down sternly at Marron. Daring him to answer.

"Honorable council," her mother's mentor made sure she had everyone's attention before continuing.

"I ask you, who better to recruit to our side than the new blood of the Assassins. The ones who haven't been molded to their beliefs yet. They are also involved in this secret war for peace. Who better to help achieve peace than them? Kill their offspring, you could be killing a future Templar." She felt her stare down at everyone and went back to sitting down after unconsciously standing up to make her speech.

"Geraldine, while I do personally admire the passion you are putting into extending the Templar influence…" Rikkin trailed off.

"The fact is that it is still too risky to let any Assassin live. How will we know that someday they won't stab us on the back and destroy everything we've worked for? This is a significant part of the order and a huge part of Abstergo that we are putting on the line." After Rikkin finished he looked straight into her-her mother's eyes.

"I'm sorry. But whatever you do, don't do what I know you are going to do."

"Well no one is budging, Gabriella and I have no business here anymore." As she felt her mother walk away, whiteness consumed her vision and her senses stopped for awhile. Before she knew it, she was back in the demo room with everyone staring at her.

"Samantha, how do you feel?"

"I feel like I just returned to my body, but at the same time I also feel like I've never left." She blinked a few times and took deep breaths, adjusting to having her own senses back.

"What did we just see Uma?" Clover demanded as she secretly want to hit Uma multiple times.

"A genetic memory from one of her recent genes." Uma replied as she helped Sam get out of the Animus connections.

"My God, you really are her daughter." She muttered not caring if the girls heard. She confirmed what she needed to know. The girl before her is Gabriella Scottman's daughter.

And now she knew just what to do.

Manhattan, New York, Saturday 1:30 pm

She felt numb…yet at the same time she knew she was the one screaming…trying to push her captor out.

"Please go away. STOP!"

"This is your punishment for helping them." She felt his hands rip her blouse open.

Everything was in a blur. Her mentor was dead. And the person she trusted was just standing near by doing nothing.

"Stop! PLEASE STOP-"

"Gabby, shh…it's okay. I'm here." Reginald gently massaged the sides of Gabby's head.

"Re-Reggie? What happened- all I remember was-"

"Shh, Gabby just take it easy I'm here." He then went to embrace his wife with all his strength.

"He's not here anymore, I won't let anything happen to you." He continued to comfort her as she began to ease away from the shock. They had been having a late lunch in their penthouse when the gallery manager sent them a few photos of artworks they could look forward to. The last one, he suspects was what triggered his beloved's episode.

The artwork featured an ambiguous figure whose back was facing the audience and was facing the background of abstract white and gray shades. But for some odd reason, it is the figure's presence that made the artwork dark since the background had bright shades of white and gray. One can imagine that if you were to cut the figure off from the picture, it could be label as something bright.

He can only guess that based from the artwork, the place where Gabby experienced the tragedy was designed to be a bright place. But the people in it, or whatever caused them to place his beloved in pain, they must have cast a darkness that may never go away.

"Gabby we can cancel the event, we don't have to go." He said in reassuring tones.

"No…Reggie I'm fine. I just need a nap." She looked into the eyes of her loving husband. Oh how she was fortunate to have him with her right now.

"And I'm not backing out of the event. Just…just don't let me see it when we're there. Tell Sam to not let me see it." She said softly as she headed to their bedroom.

"Okay Gabby." He immediately sent an e-mail to their daughter detailing what happened and attaching a picture of the triggering artwork. He then deleted the photo from his phone and headed for the bedroom. His wife needed his support right now no matter how much she'll try to go through with it on her own.

Animus Room, Madrid, Spain, Saturday, 3:35 pm

"How did it feel being in your ancestor's shoes?" He was honestly didn't know how to answer that. Amazing, impressive, thrilling, dizzying, confusing, strange…he needed some solitude to really think about this experience.

"It was something new Logan."

"It's Leiman, you're lucky that you don't seem uncoordinated when we got you out of the Animus." He then proceeded to check his clipboard.

"It's been a couple of hours since you got out of the Animus. Have you been having hallucinations about your ancestor?"

"Yes, a couple of times."

"Do they last more than 30 seconds?"

"Why would you care popsicle? I relived key moments in my ancestor's life. Isn't that the whole point of why I'm doing this?" He asked nearly shouting at Leiman.

"The point, Subject 20, is for you to get used to the feeling of being inside the Animus. I'm asking you these questions to make sure you stay alive and capable enough for the real thing." He could see the irritation in his eyes. Good, just because I'm forced to be here doesn't mean I'm going to make it easy for them.

"Now how long do these last?"

"It ranges from 5 to 15 seconds."

"Any symptoms of headaches, nausea or other related symptoms?"

"Just a bit of the headaches." He closed his eyes and massaged his head as he tried to concentrate. His senses are still a bit messed up even after two hours of being out of the Animus.

"Get some food and rest, the symptoms will go away when your body recuperates."

"Geez thanks Mom." After replying in his signature sarcasm he was then escorted back to his room with the same henchmen who brought him to the Animus. In his room, a heavy meal was waiting for him. Still steaming out.

Soon he was given the needed solitude. He didn't care if he was feeding on poison, his experience on the Animus made him famished.

When he was satiated enough he reflected on what he had just experienced.

Hearing the thoughts and looking through the eyes of Altair… he wouldn't mind going through it again under better circumstances.

While he didn't experience much of the fighting that actually went on (he guessed that they cut those parts out to prevent him from practicing his combat skills), the scenes and moments he did experienced was eye opening.

For the first time in a long time, he felt that he had someone who could truly understand what he went through.

The pain, the angst, the new disillusioned perspective of the group he had been a part of.

Altair Ibn La'ahad, a man who by the age of 26 had attained the rank of Master Assassin in the Assassin Brotherhood.

He, Timothy William Scam, by the age of 24 was WHOOP's top super spy agent and was the head of the weapon's division.

At the age of 26, Altair was stripped off his ranks and weaponry by a mission gone wrong. While others may think that he was arrogant and placed himself above the rules. The truth was that he knows that there are times when you need to bend the rules to get things done. And while he was definitely at fault for the mission going wrong, he was just following what his own experience had taught him. He mourned the deaths of the casualties of that day in secret. He was labeled as a traitor by nearly everyone in the brotherhood for leading the enemy to their headquarters and abandoning his teammates.

His own experience was nearly the same as Altair's. A mission gone wrong, blamed for the deaths of his teammates who were using his inventions improperly. Bending a few rules to get the desired results. But instead, it was reported and made it look like he was the central cause. Looking back now, he'll admit that he too had his fault by not communicating effectively or assuming things with his teammates. And this was a recipe for miscommunication among them.

The big difference between Altair and him? He wasn't given a chance at redemption.

For Altair, his tasks in redeeming himself as well as his critical thinking skills uncovered that it was their leader Al-Mualim, who had the biggest betrayal. And ultimately took his place as the mentor of the Assassins of Masyaf.

While him, WHOOP's leader betrayed him by not believing in him or even giving him a true chance to redeem and defend himself.

He instead took the side of the real traitor. And him being out of WHOOP was a strategic move.

'I wonder if there will come a chance, Altair. Will I get the same chance as you?' He saw a white figure in an assassin hood nodding with a hidden smile before fading away. Another hallucination.

These were his thoughts before going to sleep.

AN: Just to be clear, Tim Scam was in the Animus for an hour. Hence why he has more evident and recurring Bleeding Effect Hallucinations. Sam was in an unfinished (but usable) Animus around 3-7 minutes. A few minutes is not enough to get immediate bleeding effect hallucinations (but she will experience it later on).

If you are interested in knowing the details of Altair's story. Go to Youtube and find the cut scenes video of the game (that way you only get the story). You can also check the Assassin's Creed revelations cut scenes but if you don't want to be spoiled in this story just check out the cut scenes of the original Assassin's Creed game.