Me: Hello my little readers, I've had writer's block all week. I hope this chapter is to your satisfaction. Any ideas or suggestions for the next chapter would be greatly appreciated.

Altair: Stop your rambling, and get on with the story!

Me: Disclaimer: I do not own anything Assassin's Creed.

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I rolled over to see Desmond crawling into my bed, with a strange look in his eye. Ignoring him I turned away, and tried to take a nap. Desmond wouldn't be having any of that. He pressed himself closer to me and began running his hand along my body. He started at my head, and moved slowly to my bandaged middle. I shivered slightly as he brushed up against my wound gently.

"Did I hurt you?" he whispered concerned. Laughing softly I answered.

"No, you didn't hurt me." He resumed his tender touching when he heard me reply. Getting bored with just touching, Desmond placed small kisses on the back of neck and shoulder. I rolled over to face him, when he placed his lips on mine. The kiss was gentle and sincere, as he slowly pushed me down onto my mattress. He slowly straddled my waist and deepened the kiss. He licked at my lower lip, asking for entrance, but I hesitated in doing so. What was I doing? Desmond and I were from different times! I mean sure only by a few years, but it was still wrong. And what about Karoline and Altair, they were hundreds of years apart. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed them towards one another. I was so deep in thought, I didn't notice Desmond had broke the kiss and was staring at me curiously.

"Christine, I know that look. What's wrong?" he asked gently. I looked up at him, and thought about lying to him. I shook my head, he would know if I lied to him or not.

"Desmond, we are all from different times. If we start something now, we won't be able to stay together," I said looking for understanding in his eyes. He sighed as he rolled over so he was laying next to me.

"You and I will only be a few years apart, so I don't know why you're worrying about this so much," he chuckled lightly. I turned to face him and punched him with my good arm.

"That's not what I mean! What about Karoline and Altair? And Ezio? How will they feel!" I whispered harshly. He looked startled for a second, before gaining his composure again.

"I don't know what will happen with Karoline and Altair, but they are both mature enough to figure something out. And what about Ezio? He isn't dating anyone from a different time," Desmond tried to reason.

"Don't play dumb with me Desmond! I know Ezio has feelings for me as well. Just because you two are fighting over me like animals, doesn't mean his feelings will be crushed when I go back to my own time!" I yelled at Desmond. How could he be so insensitive? Where was the sweet and innocent Desmond, I first met? Getting angrier at each passing moment, I got up from the bed and headed to the door.

"Christine! Where are you going?" Desmond called from the bed. I turned to look at him, he just didn't seem to understand what kind of situation we were all in.

"I need some air, and some time to think," I sighed as I shut the door behind me. I let my feet lead me around, as my mind didn't really care where I went. I was so confused, what was our purpose here? What supposed 'talents' did Karoline and I posses? Noticing my feet stopped moving, I looked around to see where I was. I definitely wasn't in the assassin bureau, but somewhere in the city. I was facing a large building, but I couldn't make out what kind of building it was. Shrugging my shoulders, I entered anyway, I wouldn't find out what was inside if I stood there like a pervert.

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I wished I stayed outside, because I was now standing in a very large brothel. The smells of intoxicating perfumes mixing in with the scent of alcohol. My eyes browsed the patrons, until they landed on a familiar silhouette. The playboy was buzzed off of what ever alcohol he consumed, and had at least three different courtesans hanging off him like clothes. He didn't seem to notice me enter, so I started towards him. The receptionist of the brothel stopped me in my tracks however.

"Excuse me, but you cannot be in here unless you pay for a courtesan or a room," she said stiffly. I stared at her for a moment before digging in my pockets for some money.

"How much for a courtesan? or a room?" I asked as I pulled out my coin purse.

"100 akçe for a courtesan, 500 akçe for a room," she said just as serious. Opening the bag, I dug around and threw the amount for a prostitute on the counter.

"I don't care who it is, just make her about my height, brunette, and big breasts," I said monotonously. She gave me a strange look, but did as I asked. Soon a busty brunette was draping herself over me and whispering in my ear.

"I don't usually go with women, but I'll make an exception for you," she said in a sultry voice. I walked across the room as I replied to the paid woman.

"I didn't hire you for myself, I hired you for a friend of mine who is in need of a pick-me up. If he asks for anything get it for him, come find me and I'll pay for any of the expenses," I finished. She nodded and followed me to my destination. The assassin was where I last saw him, but a little more sober. I signaled to the courtesan to stay away until I called her over, and stood behind the Italian. The prostitutes he currently had acknowledged my presence and went to 'entertain' other guests for awhile. The Italian still didn't notice me as I sat down next to him.

"Ladies! Where are you going?" Ezio called to the retreating women. I scooted closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He finally turned and stared at me for a moment, before he realized who it was. "Christine! What are you doing here? Desmond would have my ass if he saw you here with me!" he spluttered out as he tried to gather his bearings. I laughed lightly at his disoriented state.

"Don't worry Ezio, Desmond won't have your ass. I told him I needed some time to think. I just happened to come here and found you here as well," I explained. That seemed to calm him down a bit, but then I explained my situation to him. He understood my concerns, and was a little embarrassed that I knew about his crush on me.

"Your mind must be a complete mess, mi bella. Did you not read the book I gave you? It should answer all your questions about your talents, and some answers for your personal matters," Ezio said gently. I pulled him into a hug, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"You have been there for me when I was down, now it's my turn," I signaled my courtesan, "I hired her just for you. Anything you need tell her, it's all on me." I smiled gently as I brushed his hair from his face. I stood and let my prostitute take my place, as my master was slowly relieved of his stress. I was heading to the counter when he called out.

"Christine!," I turned around to look at him, "Thank-you." His smile couldn't have been brighter, and my mind couldn't have been clearer. I smiled in return and walked over to the counter. I dumped my coin purse's contents onto the counter top, and pushed it towards the receptionist. She eyed the pile of money and looked at me again.

"My courtesan is with a friend over there. Anything he wants, he gets it. All of this," I pointed to the pile, "should cover everything. Any left over can go on his tab." She nodded and began to count the money, as I headed to the entrance.

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I finally found my way back to the bureau, after hours of walking around aimlessly. I wasn't tired, but in fact wide awake. I quickly ran to my room, and dug around for the book Ezio had given me. I had forgotten about it completely, until Ezio reminded me. That bound group of pages held all that answers that I needed to know. I could finally understand everything that happened or was going to happen. I could only hope that I was ready to accept them.

Please read and review! And again, any ideas or suggestions for the next chapters will be greatly appreciated.

A/N: Akçe is the currency of the era the story is in.