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.

4. Ratonhnhaké:ton's Razor

Much to everyone's relief the rain stopped pouring down and the seas began to settle shortly after the Assassins' escape from the Spanish frigate. As the Jackdaw's crew continued adjusting the sails to navigate them further away from the wreckage, Connor, Altaïr and Ezio began the arduous task of loading the barrels of rum they had stolen into the hold. They moved quickly, eager for some respite and knowing that the sooner they finished the sooner they could take a bunk and rest for the night.

As Connor waited for Altaïr to give the signal for Ezio to pull the pallet out from the bowels of the ship, he pulled his hood down and wiped the sweat from his brow. He took a moment to close his eyes as a cool breeze ran across his bare scalp. When he opened them again, he saw Edward sitting on another barrel, staring at him from beneath a hanging lantern, a bottle of rum in his hand. Edward lifted the bottle to his lips and narrowed his eyes.

Connor loaded the next set of barrels onto the pallet, but the feeling of eyes on his head never went away. When he looked up the next time, Edward was still watching him intently. "What are you staring at?"

"Something seems different about you. Did you get taller?"

Now it was Connor's turn to narrow his eyes. "No?"

"Hm. Change your robes?"

Connor looked between Altaïr and Ezio in disbelief. Could Edward really not tell what was different about him? Altaïr and Ezio had certainly noticed, even complimented him on it the next time they saw him.

He was relieved to see that he wasn't alone in his disbelief.

Altaïr looked back at Edward with concern. "Do you really not see what he's done?"

Edward just shrugged and took another swig.

Ezio, fed up with Edward and his nonsense, marched over and snatched the bottle from his hands. "He shaved his head you idiota! Now help us with these barrels that you insisted we take!"

Edward looked disparagingly at Ezio then glanced at Connor, finally noticing that in place of the long mane he once sported, Connor only had a strip of hair down the center, the sides completely shaved. "Huh. Well I'll be damned, he did shave his head. Looks nice."

"Now that we've settled this," Altaïr groused, Edward and the others getting on his last nerve. "Can we finally get these barrels put away?"