Megan could tell that Alex was stressed, his guard up. She could see it in the way he hunched his shoulders, how his silvery-blue eyes darted around, how any small noise that was unexpected caused him to tense and fractionally turn in the direction that it came from. He was a little more relaxed in their hotel room but it took him forever to go to sleep, if he got any. It had been two days since Connor's little disappearance and the two oldest Assassins were making a point to keep him in view at all times or else he was under the less watchful eyes of Ezio and Desmond. The two of them didn't think Connor running off on his own was such a bad idea as long as he did disappear as long as he came back in about an hour. But Connor had learned his lesson and would return well within the time limit set by the two.

But Alex was Megan's main concern because the more stressed he became, the more strung out she was. Currently he was hiding out in their hotel room while the rest of them were swimming in the heated indoor pool or lounging in the hot tub. Megan was just laying on her back floating on the water of the pool while Desmond, Ezzy, Shaun, and Malik were testing to see who could best who in the water. In reality they were just trying to throw one another around and prove who was stronger, Ezio was winning but Malik was a close second. If only he had both of his arms he would have been on top. But it was still humorous none-the-less for her, when she wasn't sucking in water through her nose from the waves.

She spies Altair sitting in a lounge chair; slightly off put look on his face has her stop floating and turning to face him, treading water. "Alty, come join us." She waves at him, droplets of the liquid flying off her hand and arm at the motion. He shakes his head in the negative at her with vigor. That's when she sees Ezzy sneaking behind the elder with Desmond and Shaun. How the hell the two managed to get Shaun in with them she didn't know, what she did know was that nothing good was going to happen with the grins all three had on their faces. Before she could even manage a warning to give him they picked up the lounge chair and had deposited the Arabian into the 12 foot deep end. Connor comes into view with the three stooges as everyone waits for the eldest Assassin to surface.

The bubbles stop coming up.

"Can he swim?" Megan asks before swimming over to the spot he went under at, her voice raising an octave.

"I thought he took those lessons!" Malik answers and Megan takes a deep breath before diving under. She finds him and he looks at her, panic in his eyes as he sits on the bottom of the pool. She grabs his face and breathes into his mouth before taking his hand. She points at the surface, her lungs burning and her own vision blurring from expending her oxygen like she did, and then shoves off from the bottom as hard as she could. Alty was dead weight in the water and made getting to the surface that much harder. Then all of a sudden it felt like he wasn't even there. She looks back and finds Connor holding onto the man under his arms, motioning for her to go on with his head. She lets go of Altair's hand and breaks the surface, coughing and gasping. Someone grabs her arms and hoists her onto the floor. A wet sounding flop alerts her to Altair meeting the floor too. Only thing was, she couldn't hear anything coming from him. She sits up and looks at him but his eyes were closed and his lips were turning a faint blue color. Ezio was shaking him, calling his name.

"Move!" She wheezes out, pushing Ezio away and then leaning Altair's head back slightly. She takes a deep breath and pinches his nose closed before breathing two short breathes into his mouth, watching his chest rise from them. She then lays a hand flat in the center of his chest with her palm down, her right hand grasping the left on top and then begins to do quick compression motions. She counts out to 30 and then gives him another two breathes. She repeats the motions thrice more before Altair coughs up water and tries to breathe. She puts him on his side, more water coming out as he coughs it up, and supports him with her legs as she lays down again her arms out to the sides of her body. She was breathing heavy.

"Are… you alright?" She hears Ezio question hesitantly. She lifts her head to look at the Italian. She gives him her meanest glare and he yelps, ducking behind Leonardo.

"That- was- the-STUPIDEST- thing- you've- done- Ezio." She says, taking a breath in between each word. Altair stops coughing and was just gasping but manages to flip the Italian the bird. Then the rest of the men grabbed Ezio and hoisted him up over their shoulders and tossed him into the pool. When he surfaces a second later he sighs.

"I deserved that."

"Damn- right- you- stupid- descendent."

Megan hurt.

As in, whole body hurt. There wasn't just one person playing with a jackhammer in her head, it felt like a fleet of them. And somehow they decided her head was full to bursting and moved on to other parts of her body. Her joints creaked and cracked when she moved them and she could feel not only her liver but her kidneys shriveling up and cramping. And last night, she had no memory of. The last thing she remembered was getting ready to go to a club because the guys had found her driver's license and learned that her birthday was yesterday. She remembered the extremely crammed van cab ride and the subsequent wait in line for the place. But after going in, nothing but noise and colors and oh mah gawd she was dying.

She curls up on her side into a fetal position, small sounds of discomfort escaping. Never. Never, never, never, never ever was she going to go drinking out like that again. She was 23 and that had been the first and last time she got black out drunk. She heard Alex make a noise behind her, the sound of the bed moving (though she never felt it), and then him walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. The light that sneaked out of the bottom was enough to send her reaching for the covers to throw over her head and hide. She hears the door open a moment later and then Alex sit on the bed.

"I told you not to drink so much." He says softly, the words muffled by the blankets. But to her, it felt like he was shouting.

"Not so loud." She bemoans, peaking over the blankets to look at him. The light was still on in the bathroom and her vision wanted to rebel and sent signals to her brain that light was making her sick. She gags, fights to get out of the tangled mess of sheets she was in, and into the bathroom to heave up whatever contents remained in her stomach. After what felt like an eternity of praying to the porcelain god does she slump against the tub and flush the toilet. Alex emerges from the room and stands at the doorway, shaking his head and shaking from withheld laughter. "I'm going to kill those idiots."

Said idiots were downstairs eating a late breakfast in the lobby and all feel a chill run up their spines.

Was the princess ok? She didn't look well when she came in early this morning. Staggering and tripping and falling, to the point the Black Knight picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. She had been singing some song as they went, waving her arms and kicking her feet to some tune she was only able to hear. The Hydra was with them. But they left and came back not so long ago, this time with food.

Her own stomach gives a rumble.

She needed food and more crystals. She was almost out again.

Megan liked her quiet. It soothed her aching head and relaxed her body. What she didn't like was feeling like death warmed over and having a horde of men-childs running amok and being loud and turning the lights on when they came in. She hissed and spit like a pissed off alley cat and then covered her head with her blankets.

"What's wrong with her?" Altair asks, pointing at the lump under the covers.

Alex raises his eyebrows. "She's hungover."

"No I'm not, I'm dying and it's all the Assassins fault. They even have ass in the moniker twice!" Megan iterates from her refuge. The men all flinch and Leo reaches over Connor to flick the light off. A happy sigh is heard from under the blankets.

"You had fun last night though." Desmond says quietly as they all enter the room and find places to sit. Most sat on the bed around the edge.

"And I'm paying for it now." Was the response received. He rolls his eyes.

"Don't you remember throwing Connor to all those women fawning over him?" The Native shoots the man a dark look which he returns with a decidedly wicked grin.

Megan peeks out over the covers. "Do what?" Ezio, Leo, Altair, Malik, and Desmond begin laughing. Shaun sighs, pushes his glasses back up his nose and continues.

"There happened to be a group of women who, as soon as they saw our newest member, wanted him all to themselves. This went on for an hour. Each one would go up, try their best pick-up lines and were left disappointed because he is rather thick headed.

"You couldn't stop laughing. Finally you grabbed him by the arm and shoved him as hard as you could towards them and said 'Have fun'." Megan turns a mortified look in the direction of the Native.

"No."

"Sí, sí." Ezio says past his fingers which covered his mouth. "You should have seen the look on his face. They tried to get him to dance with them. It was priceless." Megan's eyes grow wider and her face redder.

"When he finally got away from them, he asked if they were possessed." Malik says, a short laugh coming out. "They certainly looked like they were."

Megan slowly pulls the cover back over her head. "Kill me now." Was mumbled out, barely hearable. The men roll their eyes and Connor huffs.

"The women had to be. Why else would they move in such a way?" He questions and the rest begin laughing quietly.

"Oh yes, Megan. We brought you food." Leo says, holding up a Krispy Kream bag. Megan removes the blanket, takes a whiff of double coated sugar glazed doughnuts and makes a break for the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind her. Alex heaves a sigh.

"This is the fourth time. How do you have anything left in your stomach?" The sound of hard retching was his only answer.

Once her stomach decided that it had tried hard enough to turn her inside out and hadn't, did she finally make her way slowly to the bed and the room full of people.

"When do we leave here?" Connor questions after some time. Megan got comfortable after the latest bid for freedom her stomach tried to make and reaches for her cell. Altair hands it to her and she turns it on and looks at the calendar.

"Today."

Once more were they on the plane. Only this time, Connor was drugged up to his eyeballs with motion sickness and anti-nausea meds. He looked like a limp rag doll. And every so often would give a smile, soft chuckle, and loll his head to one side or the other. But once Megan was seated beside him, he laid his head on her should and was out. Megan took this as a sign that maybe they had over done it. She on the other hand had taken some of the anti-nausea meds and was feeling a little out of it herself.

Yep, they overdid it.

She turns a happy, med induced grin on Alex. He raises an eyebrow and pats her head.

"Someone likes their medication, don't they?" Desmond questions, chin resting on the head of the seat. He was turned around and facing them. Megan turns her happy grin to him and shakes her head in the positive, hair bouncing with the motion.

"Very much so." She looks at Connor's happy smile in his sleep, drool just coming out of his mouth. "I think he is too." She says as she pokes his nose. Desmond laughs and turns back around in his seat to pester Shaun.

"HOME/BEDS/FOOD!" Was the chorus of voices that echoed throughout the house as soon as the door was open. There was a rush of people in several directions, some to the kitchen, others the living room, and Megan up the stairs. A pile of suitcases lay forgotten on the floor ten feet away from the entry where Alex stood with Connor, who was still so drugged up that he could barely walk. Alex quickly deposited the man on the couch, told the others to watch him, and followed his girlfriend up the stairs. The door to their room was shut but he could hear water running from the sink which he took to mean she was either brushing her teeth or just acting crazy. He was never going to let her take that medication again.

Of course the doodles that were still on the Native's face were hardly creative and excessively childish but none-the-less entertaining. Especially the 'flying penis' Altair had drawn around his temple. None of them could stop laughing and were worried they would wake him and their fun be caught and over. Instead he removed his cranium from Megan's shoulder and gave them the other side of his face when he leaned against the closed window.

He would not be happy when he comes out of his stupor.

Alex raps on the door three times before calling out the woman's name.

The response is a muffled 'Just a second' that sounded more like 'Us a theken'. Brushing her teeth. He goes over to the bed and lays down, removing his shoes, jackets, shirt, and pants. He was exhausted. Having not slept the night before because Megan apparently turns into Wiggle McMove-Around when drunk off her ass and none of the positions she tried were helping him any, just more frustrated. And when she finally had decided to stop and sleep, his own body said to go empty his bladder because it was being an ass. As soon as he moved to get off was when she woke up. Nothing was going to his liking.

Finally she emerges from the lavatory smelling of mint and toothpaste. "Sorry, could still taste whatever it was I drank last night."

He gives a deep chuckle. "That would have been everything under the sun." She rolls her eyes and joins him on the bed still clothed.

"You look tired." He rolls his eyes to her. "Well, ya do."

"That would be because you can't seem to get comfortable when you drink too much and try to go to sleep." Her mouth forms a little 'o' in understanding.

"Sorry." He kisses her forehead.

"Don't worry about it."

Vynx: -hits head repeatedly on desk- I am so sorry. This chapter is way over due. I have not given up on it, even though the plot bunnies decided that now would be a good time to take a trip to the moon and not tell me when they were coming back. Besides that, the space evacuated by them filled up with stress of not having found a job, my craptacular birthday last week, and having to help move my cousins out of their two bed apartment and into their three bed one. Happily they live in the same complex as me so it was that bad. We had to take a trip about two weeks ago back to Texas to visit and I got a nosebleed one night looking for my niece and nephew's clothes for when they got out of the bath.

My nephew thought I was turning into a vampire. -rolls eyes-

But enough of me wallowing. I wanna thank Prihnex, Raychaell, and Zorro for reviewing my last chapter. This one is shorter than my others but I hope you like it none the less. And thank you Zorro for the Happy Birthday on Skype, it made the day better.

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