I keep forgetting to answer questions. I have another chapter to upload today (later though I'm about to be late for class) and I'll answer them then. Sorry!

The tunnel that led down to Solomon's Temple was in even worse shape then when Altair had been down there. And that was saying something since the place had been falling apart even then. One of the others always went first, to make sure whatever something or another could hold their weight if required, or that something wouldn't cave in on them. Apparently being smashed was something you could come back from too, so long as they got the body someplace with air above and around. Desmond thought maybe he should look into this whole 'immortality' thing. Other than living forever there weren't that many draw backs. Sure he'd always outlive his friends, but really Desmond had never actually had those and moved around a lot anyway, he couldn't see a downside honestly.

Then they came to excavation site. It was eerie and familiar in a way that made all the hair on Desmond's arms stand up on end. The rubble that had separated Altair from Malik and Kadar nearly a millennia ago was still there. There were no bones (oh thank god!) and no sign that anything had ever happened there. Jake was silent, staring at it the room, his eyes and flashlight beam tracking invisible ghosts, Altair was looking at the ground, refusing to look at anything at all, even them.

"So what now?" Hawk asked. "As far as any of us know this is the farthest down you can go, and even then it's further than most archeologists ever went."

"I think," Desmond blinked and the world washed out. "Shine the light over there," he pointed at the wall. Ezio, with a large flashlight, pointed the light at the wall.

"What do you see?" Ezio asked.

"Nothing yet. Lemmie see it," Ezio had the biggest flash light. He took it and used it to see. Really he didn't need it, but it helped. He flashed it all over, but saw nothing.

"Maybe it's beyond the rubble?" Ezio suggested carefully.

"This is the Temple," Desmond said firmly. "Go into the Sight, what do you see?" The other three turned golden eyed. They all looked around, flashlight beams jittering, except Jake who didn't have special eyes like they did.

"Nothing," Hawk said.

"Same," Ezio said a moment later.

"Also, same," Altair confessed a longer time later, as if trying to do it where they couldn't. "Are you sure Desmond?"

"No," he confessed. "But Venus told me it was here. There must be something I'm not doing right," Desmond frowned.

"When you entered the Grand Temple," Jake suddenly said, "it was dark, right?"

"Huh?"

"In New York, when you got taken away. The tunnel was dark. I could barely see in there and fell a few times. What if it's too bright in here?" and he clicked off his flashlight. The others looked at each other.

"Can't hurt," Altair agreed and clicked off his own. Hawk clicked off his and Desmond Ezio's, he himself didn't have one. "What do we see?" he asked and Desmond didn't doubt the others were looking around.

"Nothing," Hawk and Ezio said.

"Desmond?" Altair asked after a minute where Desmond didn't answer. "Desmond," he said again and the light switch on, shining on him. He started and looked at his ancestor, "Answer me when I talk to you kid," he said and Desmond heard the edge to it. For a moment Altair had been scared he'd been grabbed right out from under them again.

"Sorry. Turn it off," Desmond said, flapping his hand at Altair. Altair clicked the flashlight off. "I was just distracted," he said.

"What do you see?" Altair asked.

"I'm pretty sure Solomon's Temple was first an proeathan temple," Desmond said slowly.

"What?" was the resounding feeling.

"All the rocks, all the supports; everything in this place is covered," and Desmond did a slow circle. "Oh my god this is crazy," he literally couldn't stop moving, if he did he'd never see it all. The stone was still stone, but it was covered in thousands of narrow lines that ran in patterns and shapes that were white, some were familiar, others weren't. He saw the symbol of the Assassins, and Abstergo, and the Templars, he saw the all seeing eye, the U.S. eagle, the England Coat of Arms, every insignia on every flag was on here. On the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor, on the columns. There were other shapes too that he didn't recognize and fibonacci spirals. They were in some sort of arrangement that looked random, but the more Desmond looked he realized were not and that they were in perfect relation to one another. "I wish you guys could see this," he said softly.

"What is it?" Hawk asked.

"Everything," and then he looked down. While the symbols continued here there were other markings too. Some were in red, others in gold. "There's stuff here, move," and while he could see he knew the others couldn't.

"Desmond," Hawk said as he was following one of the golden lines.

"Hmm?"

"Take off one of your gloves."

"Huh?" that drew him up short.

"Take off one of your gloves," Desmond did so unthinkingly. The tiny shapes on his hand glowed brightly, seeming to pulse with his breathing. "That's just enough to see by, yeah?" Hawk asked the others.

"And doesn't blind him," Altair agreed.

"Move," Desmond wasn't looking at where he was going, he was looking down, and nearly ran into Altair, who stepped out of the way. Desmond walked the length of the golden line. It ended in a twelve pointed star and there were two golden lines going off it to six pointed stars. Desmond looked around him at the floor, the light pushing through centuries and centuries and millennia of dust. "This," he said, realizing what he was looking at, "is an astrological map."

"Okay," Altair said slowly.

"If you could see this you'd realize why this is so cool," Desmond told them, but they couldn't see. They were so woefully blind. "So, there are white parts that are shapes, all over. If it's a surface it has these shapes on it, like insignias, the sign of the Assassins, everything, old, new, you name it. And then, here on the floor," he pointed down and saw everyone look, "are red and gold lines. The gold lines are constellations, though none I'm familiar with."

"Are you familiar with constellations at all?" Ezio asked.

"When I was on the run I slept outside a lot. I bought a astrology guide so I could see the stars properly. I memorized most of it so I didn't have it as weight. So yes. I do. These aren't our constellations."

"So then who's are they?" Hawk asked.

"Their proeathan constellations," Desmond was grinning like a fucking maniac.

"And the red lines?" Altair asked.

"Not sure yet," Desmond said and started walking the red lines. As he did he built a mental image of what it looked like from the top down. "They're a map."

"What sort?"

"Continental, like the one you made on your Codex," Desmond said.

"Ah," Altair nodded, Hawk and Jake just looked confused, but Ezio understood that.

"I think the gold lines correspond to where they are over the earth," Desmond said and then looked over them and counted. "There are seventeen," he said.

"There are eighty-eight human ones," Jake said, the others looked at him. "What? I read okay?" he asked indignantly.

"Yeah but most people only know like twelve or so," Hawk put in. "The zodiac, plus like Orion, Ursa, maybe Draco and Hydra if you're lucky."

"So about the same? The main ones."

"What does this have to do with anything?" Ezio asked.

"No idea. We're just thinking out loud Little Eagle. You know thinking? Something you should do more often-

"I don't need to see you to beat the shit out of you Hawk!" Ezio snarled.

"Easy, both of you," Altair said sternly. Ezio and Hawk shot each other filthy looks. "What else Desmond?" he asked.

Desmond looked around again. It was just the same. "That's it," he said with a frown. "The ceiling is in a pattern, but I can't tell what at a glance."

"Could you draw it?" Hawk asked.

"Mmm?"

"Could you recreate it on something?" he clarified.

"Well not the shapes."

"But the placements?"

"Yeah, probably," Desmond agreed.

Hawk pulled out his computer. "C'mere, draw on this," he didn't turn it on but Desmond got what he was getting at. Hawk's computer was a piece of ultra hard glass. Desmond took it in his gloved hand and raised it above his head. He pressed his bare finger to the glass underneath and as the ceiling was nice and high, and the symbols rather small, he could fit a good chunk of the ceiling on the glass. He worked quickly, as he had about a two minute window to do this before the light faded.

As soon as he was done he gave it to Hawk who quickly booted it up. The light washed out Desmond's eyes and made the Temple lines hard to see. But Hawk was quickly transcribing Desmond's dots as data points. A moment later he was using his own finger to draw on a program, running through the dots he'd made. "Golden Ratio," he said after only about a minute of doing that.

"You can tell that quickly?"

"The Golden Ratio is pretty specific looking," Hawk shrugged. "But maybe if you could find the focal point?"

"It'd be a more obvious spiral right?" Hawk nodded. "Okay, turn that off, I can't see." Hawk powered down his computer.

Desmond looked, but he couldn't see anything else. There was no tight spiral, there was just the graceful curving, large, fibonacci spiral. He narrowed his eyes and strained, he wanted to see, he wanted to do this. He wanted this. He wanted this.

All at once his vision shifted abruptly. "Oh!" he said.

"What?" one of them asked.

Desmond just have his mouth open, "Fuck," he breathed.

"Desmond," one of them said pointedly.

"Shut up," he snapped and stared around him. The entire scene was the same, only now he was seeing it not through the second sight, but through his dark vision. His dark vision was nearly perfect now, and there was very little difference between dark and daylight to him. He wondered…

Desmond pulled on his glove, casting the Temple into total darkness.

There was a long silence.

"Desmond?" Ezio asked carefully.

"I'm here," he said in a small voice, "I'm here."

"What do you see?" Ezio asked.

A new color had appeared to him. It was green. "The door," he said. He grabbed Jake's arm, "reach out to your right, that's Hawk. Grab him," he ordered. Jake did as commanded. "Ezio, take two steps forward and reach out to two O'clock, that's Altair. Altair," he leaned over and took Altair's hand, "that's me."

"How are you seeing this?" Altair asked, as even Eagle Vision required some light.

"I don't know. But I am. Now, this way, I'll tell you if you need to take a big step, and when you can turn on the flashlights," and he led them along a path of a narrow green line that arced from the rubble from a millennia ago, to under an unsuspecting looking arch. He transferred Jacob's hand to Altair's arm, still holding Altair's. "So there is this flower like shape, and a handprint on it. I'm ganna put my hand there," Altair squeezed his hand so hard it sort of hurt and Desmond pressed his gloved hand to the print.

The wall opened and wind rushed in to fill the empty space. "Okay," Desmond said, "turn on the flashlights. I found the proeathan temple," he said, looking at them with another manic look on his face as they turned on the lights. Beyond the wall was a black maw of a room that reflected no light back at them. Desmond turned forward and took a step inside.

Wow some people can't read. How about no?