30 Day OTP Challenge
Samifer
Day 28: Doing Something Ridiculous
"Come one, Sam, we gotta go," spoke Lucifer, slightly impatient. He heard Sam shuffling quickly in their room, and then the door burst open with Sam on the other end.
"I'm ready!" he said when he came out, smiling, "Where are we going anyways?"
"Jerusalem, Sammy. We're going to ancient Jerusalem."
"Why?"
"Well, do you remember that bartender we convinced to become a hunter, the one with no family, so we decided to make him celebrate the holidays with us?"
"Uh yeah, Desmond Miles. We still talk to him at least every other day, remember? He's a friend of the family now."
"Well, one of his ancestors is from 1189 Jerusalem. I thought we should go talk to him."
"Why? Are you planning on destroying his bloodline?"
"No, just want to see what he was like. I never really paid attention to the world from the cage that's why, not until you were born at least."
Sam was still slightly doubtful, but he reluctantly agreed to go with Lucifer back to ancient Jerusalem just to meet their friend's ancestor.
"Hey, wait. Before we go, shouldn't we bring Desmond with us? I mean, it is his ancestor."
Lucifer agreed quickly, flying away for a few moments and reappearing right in front of Sam again. Next to him was Desmond in his usual white hoodie and jeans, and of course, the hidden blade was strapped onto his arm. He was looking around wildly until his eyes met Sams.
"Sam? What am I doing here?" he asked slightly relieved that someone he knew was there, but still on edge. Sam just pointed to Lucifer, who was still standing next to Desmond.
"Luce brought you here because we were going to see your ancestor, and we thought you should come along since he's your ancestor."
"Okay… I'll go, I guess, but which ancestor are you going to see?"
"Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad," Lucifer said quickly, then put to fingers to Desmonds head before he could panic and decline, and two fingers to Sams head, sending all of them back in time.
When they got there, they appeared in between two buildings, hidden by shadows so no one saw them pop out of nowhere. Lucifer had changed their clothes, They were all now wearing an assassin's uniform, each slightly modified. Desmond almost did panic, but quickly calmed himself down. If he wanted to get out of there, he would just have to go along with those two. He pulled up his hood, but then realized he probably looked like Altaïr, so he pulled it down. Lucifer reading his thoughts said, "You look like your ancestor no matter what you do, so stop fidgeting."
Desmond stopped, Lucifer was right.
"Well, let's get out of this alley," said Sam, "We need to start looking for Altaïr."
They all started walking out of the narrow street, and as soon as they were out there, they saw a man sitting on the bench, trying to look inconspicuous.
"There he is, so what do we do? You wanna just walk up to him? Stalk him maybe?" suggested Lucifer.
"No, we can't do that. He'll notice us."
"This is ridiculous," muttered Desmond under his breath.
Altaïr looked up just in time to see them all looking at him and arguing. He didn't really think anything of them; they were all wearing an assassins uniform. But one of them looked so much like him it was hard to ignore. So, he got up and walked over to them, causing his look alike to start fidgeting again. When he stopped right in front of them, no one spoke. They all just stared at him.
"Why do all of you keep looking at me?" he said, voice low and almost quiet. Sam couldn't believe he was able to understand him, but Lucifer probably did something to help with that, like when he gave him the ability to understand and communicate with animals.
"Uh, could we talk about this back at the bureau?" said Desmond nervously, surprising Sam. He didn't think he would be able to speak, he was so nervous.
Altaïr, though, just nodded his head in agreement and ran off, expecting them to follow and keep up. Instead, Lucifer just touched their foreheads again and made them appear in the bureau. Altaïr arrived soon after, not expecting them to be there before him, but he brushed it off. They all walked further in, seeing a woman sitting on some pillows. She had a golden scimitar strapped to her back, leather armor all across her left shoulder and arm, and she had poison strapped to her left leg. You wouldn't be able to see her face, because she had both the white hood and black face mask covering it. All you could see were her golden eyes, just like Altaïr's.
Altaïr noticed the trio's staring, and spoke, "Her name is Okami Kenkunshu. That's all we could get out of her. She doesn't speak Arabic, or English."
The woman looked up, her gold eyes scanning the trio.
"Who are you three?" she said.
"Uh, I'm Sam, this is Desmond, and this is Lu… Luke."
Altaïr's head whipped around to look at Sam, even the guy at the desk looked at him like he was crazy.
"How did you know what she said?" the man at the counter asked.
"Uh… I don't know," Sam said slowly as he looked over at Lucifer.
"He speaks Japanese."
"Japanese? What's that?" he asked.
"You understand me? Tell them that I think these two should get over the sexual tension and have sex already!" she told Sam.
"I don't think I want to do that."
"What's she saying?" asked Altaïr.
"N-nothing."
"Tell them~" she hissed.
"… Okay fine, but if I get killed for this… She thinks you and him should get over your sexual tension and sleep with each other already."
The man behind the counter and Altaïr stiffened. They both looked over at Okami, Altaïr glaring with murderous intent and the other man just staring with disbelief.
She got up, dusted herself off, and ran out the bureau, with Altaïr chasing after her. Lucifer stood there, smirking, while Sam and Desmond stood there looking very uncomfortable and akward.
"Desmond, I forgot to tell you, Gabriel made a man able to become pregnant as a joke. That man is the guy behind the desk, and he and Altaïr are your real ancestors, not Altaïr and the woman named Maria."
Desmond just decided to walk away, shaking his head. This is too much for one man to process in one morning.
Author's Note: I'm sorry I like Mpreg, so I only put mentions of it here. Also, sorry I couldn't get this in last night. It was New Year's and I was only able to get home after celebrating at 3:00 in the morning. definitely not typing at three in the morning only to finish at four.
