For Want of a Bottle of Wine

by Ass-Sass-and-Sin

Time is relative, and when Desmond's relatives start traveling through time, things start getting a little strange. All he wanted was a bottle of wine, but in the end, Desmond will get a lot more than he bargained for. Will feature Desmond, Shaun, Lucy, Rebecca, William, Altair, Ezio, Connor and Edward.

2. The Lorentz Lockup

"What part of 'stay out of sight' eluded you, Desmond?" Lucy was now laying into him for the — Desmond checked his watch — fourth time in the past hour. As much as he wanted to escape her wrath, he couldn't. None of them could, not while they sat in what he assumed was Monteriggioni's only jail cell.

All Desmond and Shaun wanted was another bottle of wine, but when they didn't return quickly enough, Lucy and Rebecca thought it best to go searching for them. Only none of them had counted on a night patrolman seeing them "lurking" (as Shaun later translated) around an historic site and promptly arresting them for trespassing just as Shaun and Desmond had returned.

The good news, as Desmond tried to point out between Lucy's shouts, was that it seemed as though they were assumed to be just stupid tourists who couldn't be bothered to read a sign and, as far as they knew, nobody had noticed their little setup in the Sanctuary. Assuming they were released in the morning, all would be well.

That didn't stop Lucy from going on a rant about how careless and reckless they had been to leave the Villa at all. What was worse, the stores had all closed by the time Shaun and Desmond had reached the town, so not only were they stuck with an angry Lucy (and to a lesser extent, Rebecca) but now they were also sober. Could this get any worse?

Desmond regretted the thought as soon as he had it. With less warning than usual, his vision started to swim and Lucy's berating drifted away. He looked around and found himself no longer sitting next to Lucy, Rebecca, and Shaun, but Ezio and two other Assassins he didn't recognize. One, a burly man with dark features. Even sitting down he seemed to tower above everyone. The other, smaller built than the other with lighter features, his attire more that of a pirate than an Assassin.

Hoping to ground himself back in reality, Desmond looked down, only to find that his jacket and jeans had been replaced by long robes and loose trousers. A bracer now covered his left forearm and a blade protruded from a gap where his ring finger should be.

Shit, he groaned internally. Here we go again….