Megan was trying, trying oh so hard, to ignore the rather childish yells coming from Ezio as he pounded on her door. She could hear him crying out that it was Christmas morning and that they had been waiting for as long as they could for her and Alex to get up and that they wanted to open their presents.

She wanted to kill the dark haired Italian.

She rolls over, Alex not in the bed with her she notices, and sighs. This was not how she wanted to wake up, especially since she stayed up till fucking 4 in the morning to go put up the presents she had gotten for the guys under the enormous tree the put up yesterday. The others all seemed to have gotten the same idea as she did and had to wait for someone to sneak down and put gifts under the tree. It had been to cute, especially when Shaun had gone. She had peeked out of her door to see him loaded down with gifts and she could only imagine how red his face had been. She had given each of them money and released them into the mall in town over the two days one at a time and hadn't questioned or snuck a look at what they had gotten one another, though she knew what some were getting since neither Altair or his late descendant knew how to wrap. She was curious as to how Mal managed to wrap gifts when she saw him carting a bag of wrapped boxes down the stairs. When he had come back up she had grabbed her own gifts and took them down. Alex was asleep through all of it, she had checked to make sure he was. Didn't move in the least.

She throws the blankets off of her and puts on her robe over her dark gray long sleeve and purple pajama pants before going over to her door and opening it to let the man see her rather displeased face.

He either wasn't fazed or didn't care. She wanted to smack him.

"Yes?" She says, hiding her yawn behind her hand. He grabs that same wrist and bends at the waist, pulling her onto his shoulder and standing. Her eyes widen and she squeaks in surprise as he carts her to the stairs and down them, not missing one or faltering in his steps.

"It's Christmas morning!" He says halfway down the stairs as an answer. She just hangs over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, his smarmy attitude getting on her nerves. She was tired dammit. His hold goes no further than her knees and atleast she was grateful for that. She didn't need diced Ezio all over her floor from the many men with pointy and sharp objects.

He carts her over to the couch and sets her down on it, giving her a wide happy smile and a thumbs up. Her urge to throw something at him grew. Beside her was Alex to her right and Leonardo to her left. A pile of gifts were pushed towards her by Desmond and Shaun, who both had rather sleepy smiles on their faces. Altair hands her a cup of coffee and when she takes a drink of it, finds that it was made just the way she liked it. Everyone looked like they were wakened by the Italian man-child. And why the hell was he so awake? Did he not go to sleep and was still drunk from yesterday? Her questions would have to wait till later, as would her urge to shove a snowball down his pants.

"You first Megan. It is your house after all." Leonardo says as he motions to her pile. It was considerably larger than they rest of theirs which she took to meaning they had spent most of the money she had given them on her. She felt not only flattered but spoiled by this revelation.

"Oh, okay." She grabs one from the top and finds that it was from Shaun. Quietly she breathes a sigh of relief at this; the Brit would have gotten her something useful or something she definitely liked. Some of Ezio's had her worried, no sure that he would have revenge taken upon him. The wrapping was very well done, she could say professionally done, and she didn't want to tear it up. But her own excitement gets the better of her as she tears into it. It was one of the Anne Rice books, The Vampire Lestat. It was the only one she hadn't been able to find and it was a first printing. She gives him a smile of gratitude to which he nods in response. Then the wrapping and tissue go flying, covering everyone in confetti. Her hair looked like a rainbow threw up on her.

But she couldn't say she didn't enjoy it, it had felt so familiar to her. In the end it took less than 10 minutes to open all the gifts, Ezio receiving more than one angry glare. Two of the gifts she had gotten from him she couldn't even take out of the boxes, closing them quickly and hiding them under the other gifts she had gotten to burn later. Ezio had seen and she could tell that he wasn't going to let her get away that easily.

"So Alta-"

"Why are you hiding the gifts I gave you?" Ezio questions her loudly, drawing the attention to her and cutting her off. She fights the blush that threatens to darken her face but not the scowl. "I thought you would like them." The smile he was giving her made her want to shred his face into ribbons. When everyone looks between the two she loses the fight against her blush.

"I- uh-You-er-…" She stutters out, unable to form a coherent sentence. That alone spoke volumes on how embarrassed she was from his gifts. His smile widens with each fragment of a sentence she starts but becomes unable to finish.

"They are strawberry flavored." She didn't know how were body was still able to function when so much blood was diverting to her skin so show her discomfort. Leonardo, Altair, and Malik look at the two confused while Alex (who had the decency to blush as well and hid under his hoodie), Desmond, and Shaun have dawning of some sort enlighten them. She decided the Italian was going to die, very painfully and slowly and without mercy. And judging by the way Alex was refusing to look at her, he was probably going to be helping. The two more modern Assassins were snickering like immature high schoolers. She was going to be getting them as well. Thankfully the others didn't get it and she was never going to explain it to them. She could only hope the others would do the same.

"Let me guess…" Desmond begins and her eyes widen. When had it turned from Christmas day to Pick on Megan Day?

"No, no guessing!"

"Edible underwear?" Shaun counters, his smile downright evil. They immediately moved to the dead list, Ezio and them tying for first place. She didn't know if her face could get any redder.

"I didn't think underwear was edible." Altair questions.

She stood corrected.

Megan grabs a pillow from behind Leo and holds it against the upper part of her face and leans back, groaning. She couldn't believe he said that.

"Does it actually taste like strawberry?" Leonardo asks his friend. She knew it was because his intellect wanted to know but the conversation was about to cause her to combust. She didn't know how much more she could handle.

"Yes. The texture reminds me of the fruit roll up things she got us that one time, but otherwise very tasty."

That was it. They were all going to die.

She bursts off the couch, fingers curled into claws, and takes off after the Italian Assassin. He gives a cry of humor and rolls out of the way while she continues on to the bookshelf where she stops and turns around. Her eyes were narrowed and pain was readable. The cause of the ire, a.k.a. Ezio, gulps. He might of pushed it just a little too far. He was only happy she didn't have any sharp objects to hurl at him, though her nails would easily tear up his flesh if he let her catch him. He certainly had no plans of that. And he also notices her lack of no grace, she wasn't faltering when she had went after him nor while she was stalking towards him as she was right now.

He had certainly pushed it too far.

With a roar that even caused Altair to flinch, she jumped and caught him. He hadn't been expecting that.

"OW, NO, STOP, THAT HURTS!"

Megan was happy.

Megan was very happy.

She had a cup of lukewarm coffee and was currently sitting atop a certain Italian who was wrapped to tightly with ribbon he couldn't move let alone get out. She was also sure the butter knife she had against his ribs was also helping because, let's face it: She was just over 100 lbs., short, and female. But she had taken down the Italian. Shreds of clothing decorated the floor along with the wrapping and tissue paper from presents. Her eyes cut to the group of men (Alex with them) who were huddled into a corner that was also known as the kitchen. They were hiding behind the counter, not ducked but standing though none the less hiding.

She gives a mirthless grin, coffee cup at her lips, and pokes the knife into Ezio's ribs. He grunts in discomfort and the rest flinch. It had been like this for the last 30 minutes, since she had taken down the larger man and tied him up. If there had been one thing she had learned well, it was how to tie people up courtesy of her brothers. She couldn't remember how many times her mother had found her in a position such as this, minus someone sitting on her, in the living room or her bedroom or a random closet. She had to be cut out of them more than her mother could untie them, mostly because they had used her hair as a starting point for the knots. That was probably why she always had short hair growing up.

Guessing Ezio had learned his lesson she gets off him and, with a rather quick flick of her wrist, cuts the ribbon right beside the knot. The ribbon loosens and falls away much to the surprise of the others around them. As he stands she cocks her hip, arms crossed under her bust and an eyebrow raised.

"Well?"

"I will not do that again." He says, rubbing his wrists as he stands up. He was pouting. She waits a moment before giving him a smile.

"Good!" She chirps happily, turning on the balls of her feet to go to the bar, pulling him along with her by a wrist. She sets him down at a chair and takes one beside him.

The rest of the men were still flinching.

She rolls her eyes, scoffing softly. She couldn't have been that scary. She was a little girl after all. Ezio wraps an arm around her shoulders giving a quick kiss to the top of her head. She laughs and the others relax as they see the two acting as they would normally. Of course she still had a question on her mind.

"Did you ever go to sleep last night?" She questions him, leaning back away from Ezio. He looks thoughtful for a moment before answering.

"No not really."

"So you're still drunk?" She gives him an incredulous look.

"Most likely." He gives her a brilliant smile. Her eyes widen and the rest just stare openly at him.

"You are not allowed to drink again." Altair says after a few minutes, golden eyes hardening into a glare. The rest nod in agreement, Megan included. Desmond sets a plate of pancakes infront of her, while the rest take seats around the bar with their own plates of pancakes.

While eating the only thing Megan could think about was what she was going to do with the obvious gag gift. Probably just throw them away.

Megan had retreated to her room later that day, her gifts laid out on her bed. She had the two pairs of edible underwear in the trash can, where she knew they belonged. But the rest of her gifts were around her where she could look at them. The book she had gotten from Shaun was in her lap, a bookmark several pages in to mark her place. There was a set of throwing knives given to her from Altair, a couple of sets of pajamas of various colors from Malik, Desmond had given her some bath stuff (she had plans with her bathtub later and the bubble bath was going with her along with her new book), Shaun had gotten her a few other little things also for her hair like clips and scrunchies and pins to put it up, Leonardo had given her some paintings he had made himself (she had plans to put them up and cherish them forever, they were never to be sold so help her or her family would be haunted till the end of time), and Ezio had gotten her a few real gifts like a necklace with a small sapphire and a few other pretty and girly things she couldn't say she didn't like.

She was glad for the gifts she had gotten but she was still a little sad because Alex hadn't gotten her anything. He had gotten the rest of the guys something; little things that guys would get one another if forced but for her, nothing.

She couldn't help the sigh of disappointment that came out. She had realized just how she felt about the man and obviously he felt the same about her, if the make out he had initiated during Thanksgiving was anything. She had just meant to give him a simple, meaningless kiss on the forehead but he had taken it further. She also had felt both glad and disappointed when he stopped. Glad that he had the strength to do so because she sure as hell didn't, and sad because she couldn't stop her heart from wanting things to go further. But if they had, would things be weird now at this moment? Would they get together? Or would she just feel like something that was being used?

She uses the heels of her hands to put pressure at her temples, willing away the headache that was coming. She didn't need this pain. She didn't need the hurt of something like this would cause if they did leave, if he did. She was already so attached to them, so dependent on them being around to keep away the memories. She was cherishing the ones they were giving her right now because she already knew just how precious memories were, how precious people were. She had lost so many people already that were close to her. She didn't know if she would remain sane if they left.

But at the same time, she knew they weren't from here. They had lives to live in their own time, people who were cherished there. People who were important to them there. She knew of Ezio's mother and sister, of Leo's students. She knew about Rebecca and Lucy for both Shaun and Desmond, Desmond felt he owed Lucy for saving him while Shaun (deep down in his heart) felt the same about Rebecca. Altair and Malik had their duties they needed to preform, people who needed to be rescued and killed.

Alex had his sister Dana.

And she, she had no one anymore. She would be alone again.

Megan fights back the tears that wanted to fall, that wanted to blind her sight, were making her eyes burn from fighting them. She didn't need to break down today or any other day. For now, they were here. For how long she would find out. She knew they had stopped looking mostly, there was only so much they could do by looking up things or reading books in the library or whatever else they had been doing. Megan rubs her eyes, getting rid of the evidence of her near crying fit. The men didn't know what to do with her when she cried and she couldn't blame them on it. Things like that were difficult. She grabs her book and the bath things and was about to go into the bathroom when her door opens gently and Alex slips inside. She pauses, watching him as he closes the door quietly and turns towards her. He pauses in surprise.

"I… thought you were sleeping…" He starts pausing before finding the words he wanted to use. She shrugs.

"Thought about it." Her voice sounded a little croaky to herself, possibly from fighting the tears, and she hoped he didn't notice. He nods.

"… I didn't want to give you my gift infront of the others." This got her attention. She sets her goodies down on the dresser beside the bathroom door and walks over to him, her steps quiet. He seemed to get more nervous the closer she got. She was right infront of him when she stops less than arms-length away. She waits for him to talk once more, noticing him swallowing before speaking.

Actually he doesn't speak. Instead he pulls her close to him and his lips crash down upon hers. It takes her a moment to realize just what he was doing but she responds by moving her mouth against his, her lips molding to his. Their breathes mingle when they stop, breathing hard and gasping for air as if they had been drowning. She finds herself against the door, when that happened she wasn't sure. And she really didn't mind if she thought about it, which he didn't give her time to do. Once more his lips were against hers, her skin feeling as if it were on fire as his fingers ghost over her clothing.

Her brain had officially shut down and she wasn't complaining, not that she could think of anything other than his lips and fingers and his chest pressed oh so strongly against her. Her legs wrapped around his narrow hips and her arms around his neck, fingers playing with the soft curls of his hair. She loved the feel of his hair she decided when they stopped once more for breath. His forehead rests against hers as he gives a breathy laugh.

"My gift is a relationship, if you'll have it."

Her eyes open slowly, when they had closed she couldn't remember, and she looks at him from under her eyelashes. Her answer should be pretty obvious right now. He was watching her, judging how she would react to his statement. She gives him a soft, true smile as she plants one chaste kiss on his lips followed by another and another that lasted a little longer and another one that lasted even longer. This time when the blood was able to oxygenate her gray matter she found herself moved from the door to the bed, firmly placed underneath him and her gifts pushed so far over they threatened to fall off. He gives a chuckle, once more breathless. She didn't even know how she was conscious by the way she was sucking in air. Her lungs were burning deliciously from the deprivation.

"I guess that's a yes." She gives a small giggle, one he found downright sexy (hell after Seattle there was hardly anything he couldn't describe her doing without the word sexy infront of it, even reading she looked like a minx). He presses his lips once more to her swollen ones, something he felt deep down stirring and growling with approval of. The giggle continues with each peck he gives her all over her face before commandeering them once more.

The Assassins and Painter were huddled around Megan's door, ears pressed against it. Judging from the noises, nothing they deemed too fast because they still felt the need to protect her as their little sister, which just sounded like two people making out; they quietly sneak back downstairs before speaking to one another.

"I do not like this. It will be painful if we leave and she has these feeling built up for him. For any of us." Altair says, taking the rather beautiful empty leather tome the girl had given him in hand. The first page had the words 'Write your hope, thoughts, and dreams in side' in a curly cursive he had seen her use every once in a while. Desmond frowns at him, picking up the trash with Ezio and Mal who held open the trash bag. Shaun turns to him along with Leonardo, the two of them putting away the things they had used to make lunch with. Both give him a withered look. They had already had this fight several times before but Shaun had one piece of information he didn't have before.

And he had a feeling that none of them were going to like it.

"There is no going home." He blurts out, wanting to nip this in the bud. He didn't need a headache today. Everyone turns to him, Leonardo and Desmond with wide eyes while the other three had dark looks.

"Explain." Malik commands, the tone all business. He wasn't dealing with just the calm Malik anymore, no now he had The Bureau leader and the former Assassin that could give Altair a run for his money. The Brit takes a deep breath.

"I've looked into everything I can. There appears to be no way for us, or him, to return. We're stuck." He pushes his glasses up his nose as they had slid down. Everyone goes quiet.

"Are you almost done?" Alex questions loudly, the door to her bathroom shut firmly and locked. She had kept her date with her bathtub and bubble bath, her book resting comfortably in her hands. She really liked Lestat. He had been self-serving in Interview with a Vampire, how Louis explained him and Louis' thoughts on why he did certain things gave one an idea of who this vampire was but this book, oh this book, gave detail to how he thought about things. And his ravings had given her more than one chuckle. But Alex was apparently bored and tired of waiting on her to get out. She still couldn't wrap her head around what had happened. He had offered her a relationship and she took it.

And the man could kiss. Her lips tingled with excitement as she thought about his against hers. She could kiss him whenever she wanted and he could now do the same. They didn't need to go any further than that right now because just making out for 5 minutes could turn her into goo. Her hormones were doing flips in joy. She didn't want to think about what other secret talents the man had…

Okay, she was lying to herself with that but she didn't need to get ahead of herself at this moment. They were just starting out.

"5 more minutes!" She answers, chuckling when she hears him groan. He was getting impatient and she didn't want to push his buttons to much. She kinda did, just to see how he would get back at her but then again she didn't. They had time to figure things like this out. She marks her place in her book and get out, wrapping a fluffy blue towel around her and drains the tub. She dries off and changes into a tank and shorts, keeping her hair up. It had been bothering her, causing her headaches from the weight but she refused to get it cut. She exits the bathroom and races over to the bed, leaping onto the bouncy mattress. The man, who had waited for her, pulls her against him and plants a kiss on her lips. Her smile threatened to crack her face from pure happiness.

Alright, I couldn't stop this one from coming out. It practically wrote itself in fact. And now we have the pairing! Its Alex/OC, or Alex/Megan. I didn't want to announce it right off the bat and get hate for it. I wanted to flesh Megan out and have her actually have a place with the characters. If you have a problem with the fact that I have done and Character/OC, sorry. This is my story and this is how I want it to go. It's AU. Its fiction.

Now I want to give a big thanks to Calinde for faving and following! Thank you so much, you have no idea what it means to me!

As always I want to thank anyone who reviews my story.

MoonlitMeeting: Yosh, Desmond and Ezio are fun to abuse. They just ask for it. XD And I am glad you enjoyed the Alex/Megan moment. There was another in this chapter if you didn't catch it. It was just a little part. Lol

Pheonix-164: I know the last chapter had some good ones, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well. As for evil plotting, you'll have to wait. Probably not for very long with the way I seem to put chapters out. And truthfully, I was worried I was rushing the chapters and the Character Development. But I'm glad you think its going so well.

Raychaell Dionzeros: Don't worry, your idea will be coming soon. Just give me a little time. Also, when people give you weird looks smile at them. They tend to stop XD And crazy people are the best, all of my friends are crazy and I wouldn't change them for anyone. They keep my life interesting. And I'm so glad you love this story as much as you do. You're reviews make me feel a little better. But all reviews do. And faves. And follows. And alerts... Well just about anything does. Lol

Well here's another chapter out less than 48 hours after I had posted chapter 9. I had tried to get it out on Valentine's but I had went to go see 'Mama' with my sisters. It was a good scary movie. Ending was confusing but definitely a good scary one. But as with the last 23 years, I was with the single side of the world on Valentine's. But I'm not going to complain! Happy be-lated Valentine's day to all my readers.

As always, I enjoy feedback of any kind! You can review, fave, follow, e-mail, or pm me! Thank you all!

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Oh, wait, just a question. Do you guys think I should make Connor appear? I've kinda been debating on it but I'm on the fence. I have like 2 more sequences on ACIII and then I'm finished but I don't know if I have Connor's character down. He's a bit of an oddity, don't y'all think?

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I have a poll up on my homepage thingy. I'll give it like two weeks before I make my decision on if I will or will not.