Hey guys! I am finally posting another chapter to this story. I feel terrible I left you guys hanging where I did. I also want to say a big thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of you that have been patiently waiting. God knows I don't deserve that kind of patience since I never give any, lol. And I am also behind on reading all my favorite stories which sucks. Some stories, I am like nine chapters behind.

Anyways, enough about my petty problems. I hope this chapter is as good as my others. It feels foreign picking up this story after leaving it sitting for so long. Things are going to start changing up a lot as I am now taking this in a new direction. Same ending, just different roads. There are/will be new characters that will become almost as crucial to the plot as Lucy and Desmond, so prepare for that. Since I am taking this in a new direction, hang in there while I set up the new ideas. Death, gore, and all out decapitation await in the chapters to come!!!

Oh, I don't own Assassin's Creed, except for the characters I created in here.

Without further ado...



A private airfield in Stratford

Desmond and Lucy walked out of the plane's exit, down the stairs that descended to the pavement of the runway, then towards the man that unloaded their luggage.

"Why aren't you hungover?" Desmond asked in surprise.

"Took some stuff before we got on the plane. Works like a charm every time." She paused for a moment, then went into a small rant. "I still can't believe you did that to me!" Lucy hissed quietly to Desmond. "I look like I was drunk and had wild sex trip on the plane!"

"Well, whoever thinks that would only be half right," Desmond suggested with a smirk across his face.

Lucy raised her hand up to slap Desmond and shouted, "You little fu--"

"Hey you two! Over here!" an overly excited girl exclaimed to the bickering couple, interrupting Lucy. She was standing next to a black four door BMW with a grin so wide that he white teeth were beaming across the entire runway. She had short black hair which hung about an inch above her shoulders, and she was approximately Lucy's height. Even though they were a good 20 yards from the girl, Lucy and Desmond both took notice of her beauty.

Lucy glanced up at Desmond in time to see him staring at the girl, mouth open like a buffoon, and was instantly jealous. "Uh, OK," Lucy managed to say as she waved her hand in a friendly manner. "We just need to get our--"

"Don't worry about that! Gerald will bring your luggage to the car!" she insisted as she pointed to the man holding Lucy and Desmond's bags. He must be Gerald.

Lucy nodded, but Desmond was frozen in his place, possibly from the girl's radiant beauty. Lucy rolled her eyes and drug Desmond to the car by his elbow.

"Hi. My name is Alice." Alice's voice was high pitched, but it wasn't a pain to listen to; it was actually soothing. "Lucy Stillman, correct?" Either Alice hadn't notice Lucy's appearance, or she just ignored it.

Lucy nodded but refused to answer.

"Then this must be Desmond Miles." Desmond nodded in recognition but failed to close his mouth. Alice didn't seem to notice his awkward facial expression either. "We have been waiting for you guys for a while. Did you have a nice flight?"

"We?" Lucy asked in confusion, and she completely ignored the honest inquiry from Alice. "What do you mean we?"

Alice smiled sweetly and walked to the driver's side of the car. She opened the driver's door, paused, and over the hood of the car she said, "Shaun phoned me this morning so I would know to pick you up."

Lucy raised her head slightly as she said "Ahh," but she was pissed that Alice didn't answer her question. What kind of twit just smiles and casually ignores a question she was asked?

"Please, get in the car. The backseat is very spacious, but Rupert would like to ride shotgun if that is OK with you." Alice noticed the hint of confusion and curiosity in her new friends expressions, so she explained, "He gets car sick in the back."

Desmond, now out of his trance, placed his hand on the small of Lucy's back and urged her towards the back seat. Once he took note that George, Gerard, or whoever, had placed their luggage in the trunk of the car, he joined Lucy.

Alice still stood outside waiting for Rupert, but climbed in as soon as he made his way over to them. "Rupert isn't aware of who we are, so keep your mouths shut until we drop him off at his loft. If you must, you can make small talk."

The backseat riders nodded in acknowledgment, then stiffened in response to Rupert's angry mood when he entered the car. Alice asked, "Are you OK? You look…"

"Pissed off!" he interrupted. Lucy and Desmond both jumped subtly in their seats at his reply, but Alice seemed unaffected by his harshness. "That fucking fuel man charged me 1,000 pounds to refuel my plane!"

"Shit!" Alice exclaimed as she started the engine. "That's insane. Did you pay it?"

"Fuck no! I told him to sod off and that I would box his ears if he charged me over 700." He took a swig of whiskey from his flask and continued as Alice drove the car to the airport exit. "After a little more persuasion, he agreed to my price."

Alice let out an evil chuckle and said, "Damn Norwegians. Always trying to steal your money. The bitches." Rupert joined Alice in her laughing.

Desmond and Lucy's eyes were both wide open, and they quickly glanced at each other. Lucy gave Desmond a look that said "What the hell?", but Desmond just shrugged. However, there were three things of which Desmond was sure: Rupert was now drunk, Alice was driving rather slowly, and the fuel man was Norwegian.

The two of them didn't join in on Rupert and Alice's conversation while they were on the road unless he directly asked them a question or to say "no thank you" when Alice offered the bottle of water she had been sipping on. For the most part, they tuned Rupert out, but once his questions turned inappropriate…

"So," Rupert boomed as he turned to face Lucy and Desmond, "how long have you two been fucking each other?" Even though his words slurred over each other, the only clear words Rupert could say were profanities. Especially the "f bomb."

Lucy and Desmond froze in their seats not knowing how to answer the question. Alice, in mid sip, spat out the water that was inside her mouth all over her bottle and steering wheel. Lucy inhaled through her nose, stiffened her shoulders, and calmly replied, "That is none of your business."

Rupert smiled and said, "Ahh, but you don't deny it!"

Alice grabbed a tissue and vigorously started to wipe the steering wheel clean of her mess as if she were trying to wipe away the conversation.

Desmond just sat there in shock. If this were someone else's sex life being questioned, he would have made all kind of crude remarks. But he wasn't used to his relationship with Lucy openly talked about like this. Once again, he found himself frozen in his place.

Lucy glanced at the rear-view mirror and could tell that Alice was squinting as if to brace herself for what was to come. Lucy's eyes darted back to Rupert, more intense this time, and she said in a mock cheerleader voice, "No, I don't. And it is rather spectacular if I do say so myself. Shall I desribe it to you, or can you get off on the idea alone? I'm sure it's nothing you have experienced," she paused as she asserted his drunken condition, "or ever will experience for that matter."

Alice's eyes were practically bugging out of her head, but she kept them locked on the road. Rupert must have realized the error he made in his conversation because he apologized to Lucy and then to Desmond.

"Uh hmm," Alice cleared her throat and broke the silence that filled the entire car. "Rupert, we are at your place. You need some assistance climbing the stairs?" She pulled the car over by the main entrance to his loft entrance in downtown Stratford.

"No thanks, even though you sure would put the 'ass' in assistance," he replied. He intended it to be a compliment, but the hand that slapped his face in response told him it wasn't taken as one. "Sorry about that, Alice. It's the--" he paused as he help up his empty flask and then opened the door. As he got out, he thanked Alice for the ride.

"No problem, Rupert. Never a dull moment with you." A wide, friendly grin escaped Alice's best attempts to keep it at bay. Once Rupert closed the door, she put the car in drive and floored it.

Then sudden change in driving styles startled Lucy. "Uhm, you alright, Alice? You are driving kinda fast there." Lucy's voice broke at the last word; she had never been more terrified of someone's driving before. Alice had to have been going 80 or 85…and they were still downtown!

"I always drive this fast. Some people are trigger happy, I'm pedal happy!" she exclaimed as if she were answering a question on a date show. "No need to worry. I'm the wheel man of our little unit and if we were to crash, this thing was remade in tank armor…I think."

"Oh, that's very reassuring!" Lucy sarcastically replied as she pressed her body further into her seat. She looked at Desmond, who was still frozen in his seat from the awkward moment earlier. "You alright, Dez? Dez?" He didn't respond, which panicked Lucy, and she noticed that his eyes were glazed over. "Alice! Stop the car!"

Without hesitation or question, Alice gently stopped the car and spun around in her seat to see what was wrong with Desmond. "Holy shit! Is he OK? What's wrong?"

"Shhh!" Lucy commanded; Alice silenced herself. "He is accessing a memory of one of his ancestors. Just give him a moment," she whispered.

"I thought he needed the Animus for that," Alice whispered back.

Lucy sighed. "He did, but for the past few days, he has been able to do everything the Animus allowed him to do without actually needing to be in the Animus."

"Oh," Alice mouthed. She sat patiently as she waited for Desmond's vision to end.

After three minutes, Desmond finally came back to reality with no trouble at all. He couldn't believe how easy that was; the only thing that bothered him was the fact that he didn't trigger the memory. It just sort of happened. He couldn't tell Lucy that though.

"You alright?" Lucy asked. Her deep blue eyes were full of concern. Even though he was able to handle everything, she was still nervous Desmond might end up like 16, or become 16. She shuddered at that thought and pushed it to the back of her mind.

"Yeah, just playing around with my new found power. Had some unfinished business with 'The Bard'."

Alice hopped up in her seat. "Oh my God, you are related to Shakespeare?"

Her eagerness reminded Desmond of Lucy and Rebecca when they found out. "Yeah. Very loosely though. The memories are not as strong as with others."

Lucy ignored the amazed Alice and chided Desmond. "I wish you would have told me you were doing that. At first, I thought it came up on you without any warning."

Desmond swallowed the guilt that came with that statement and felt it stab at his spine on the way down. "Sorry. Won't happen again." He wondered how he could actually keep that promise.

Lucy stroked his arm that was next to her and said, "It's OK. But everytime you go memory surfing without the aide of the Animus, I get unnerved and panicky."

After Lucy kissed Desmond on the forehead and then the nose, Alice turned around before she saw Lucy get any lower. "So, uh, I hate ruin 'kiss me baby one more time' moment, but we need to get going if we want to get to your…," Alice squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she said a mental 'fuck'. "To where we are going," she continued. She almost let it slip.

Your? Once again, Lucy was puzzled by Alice's words, but she let it slip this time. "Yeah. That's fine. But do you mind easing off of the gas a bit? I think I am starting to understand why Rupert wanted to ride in the front seat. He doesn't get car sick, he gets 'Alice's driving' sick," Lucy teased.

A dissappointed sigh escaped Alice's lungs, but she couldn't hold back a small grin. "Alright." She was starting to like Lucy and Desmond.

75 mph and an hour later…

"We are here!" Alice shouted to her passengers. She giggled as Lucy 'thawed out' from being frozen of shock. Desmond was grinning from ear to ear.

"You said you were going to drive slower," Lucy acused. "You almost ran over seven people. One lady was walking her poodle!"

Alice frowned as she recalled the incidences, and then, being sure of her self, corrected Lucy, "No, they almost hit me. I just swerved out of the way." She avoided the question about her speed.

"Did you see that lady's face?" Desmond asked excitedly.

"No, it was kind of hard to see anything. Everything was a blur because someone was driving too damn fast!" Lucy answered with what sounded like anger mixed with sarcasm. Desmond noticed Lucy was starting to sound like Shaun.

Alice raised her hands up, palms out, in order to defend herself. "Hey, you said drive slower, and I did." She pursed her lips for a moment and continued, "Apporxamately 5 miles per hour slower than before. You should specify an exact speed next time!"

Lucy rolled her eyes and quickly got out of the car. She wasn't spending one more minute in that car with Alice behind the wheel. "Where are we?"

"Casa de la Assassion," Alice sang with her best Spanish accent. "It's a mansion the Assassins 'inherited' a while back. It's now a fully functional base…sanctuary…stronghold thing. To be precise, we are on the outskirts of Stratford."

"Looks more homey than that warehouse we were in, eh, Lucy?" Desmond asked.

"Sure does," she agreed as she eyed the beautiful house, if you could even call it that. "So," she began asking with her eyes still on the mansion, "who is else is with you here? You said 'we have been waiting for you' earlier."

As if on cue, a gorgeous man, who was about the same age as the three outside, walked through the front door of the mansion. "I think she was referring to me," the man said sheepishly. Alice's green eyes beamed with excitement and a large smile etched her face. Demsond couldn't place his finger on it, but the man looked a lot like Lucy. Same blue eyes, same smile. Hmmmm, Desmond thought to himself.

The man's eyes were glued to Lucy's as he made his way to the car so he could join Alice, who was staring compassionatly at him. Their hands intertwined, but his eyes never left Lucy's curious gaze. "Hey, Lucy Loo," the man said as his brows shifted upward in an apologetic manner.

Lucy's face looked petrified. Subconsciously, Desmond placed his hand on the small of her back to comfort her. Suddenly, Lucy's expression changed. She was still petrified, but she now possesed a look of disbelief. "No," she whispered. "It can't be. You…you are supposed to be dead!"


YAY! More cliffhangers! Tell me what you think so far. I know it's early, but do I need to develop Alice a little more as a character? Her personality, and hair, is a mirror image of me, just not her eye color. I'm blue, da ba dee!! Also, please let me know if you have any suggestions. Once again, I am so sorry for the wait, but thank you all for waiting! I'm currently writing chapter 9, so it will be here shortly!!

~whyduyacare