ShaunxRebecca. I'm such a whore for it. Enjoy. :D

16h of April, 2012. Scotland

McDonald had figured that the only way he'd be able to help Crane was to take a walk in the hub. He tried to do it with as much authority as he could muster, but every single worker knew that he had fuck all now that Vidic was lording it up in his old office. They raised their eyebrows at him as he skulked in the passages in between the rows, wondering what right he had to be there. Let 'em wondersaid the voice in McDonald's head, but he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He knew everyone in the room would happily line up to punch him in the face – especially the woman sitting on row twelve and on the third seat along from the end. He could feel her glare of pure hate burning into him as he neared her – he could feel himself sweating. He wondered briefly it was because of the abuse from the guards or from splitting her up from Hastings, but it didn't matter too much to him – he was too worried about her glare burning a hole in the space between his eyes to really think about it.

It was an effort to keep his eyes fixed on a spot ahead of him as he walked by her seat – out of the corner of his eye he could see her turn her head to glare at him some more – so she didn't noticed his fingers twitch from where they were laced behind his back and the piece of paper that fluttered down by her keyboard. She didn't notice the piece of paper until two minutes later when she deemed the range of her glare too limited to reach him anymore and looked back to her screen and saw the white square out of the corner of her eye. She frowned at it – it certainly hadn't been there before. She eyed her neighbours – they were both busy staring at their screens. She reached out for her mouse, moved it forward, hooked the square of paper with her little finger, tucked it into her palm, took her hand from the mouse to inconspicuously rub her nose where she dropped the paper on her lap and stuffed it quickly into her pocket in what she considered a move worthy of ninja status, let alone Assassin.

It was in the early hours of the next morning that Rebecca considered looking at the piece of paper again. There was a security camera in her sleeping cubicle (She felt almost special that hers was the only cubicle with one) and she knew that before one in the morning the guards watching her would change shift. In the darkness, she eyed the clock on the wall. At two minutes past one, she concluded that the first guard would be getting up so he could be relieved of duty by the second, she carefully wormed the piece of paper out of the waistband of her underwear (She'd never been given a set of pajamas, so it was either her undies or commando) and placed it under her blanket, just under the top. Moving carefully, she unfolded it, placed the hand she'd used to do so on the pillow, rested her cheek there and bowed her head so to any security guard watching her, it looked like she was sleeping soundly. And with years spent staring at screens in the dark plus Assassin training to tune her eyes, Rebecca read the words in the dark.

CRANE:

Bees ready flowers occasionally, reading hospitals at Columbia's kickboxing.
Username RecEptIonIst190.

What the…?

Rebecca frowned at the note, and tried to think what Shaun would do when confronted of this weird-ass note. But before she could think anymore, memories of him tumbled out of her head and danced before her eyes to torture her.

She remembered the first time he'd held her hand. It was when Abstergo gaurds were chasing them up the corridor of their building in England and she'd dived in to save the day – he'd clung onto her hand in his own sweaty grip and whimpered in fear. He hadn't had a clue what he'd gotten himself into. She'd crushed on him from the start. Who knew – foreign guys did it for her. And over the years that followed, Rebecca Crane went and fell in love. The girl that the guys back at home had been afraid to go near went and fell in love with an English guy with a grudge against the entire world and all the brains you could amass into one skull.

If she could give herself a slow sarcastic clap, she would've.

And know she'd probably never see him again. The thought made her heart hurt.

She put it aside. It wouldn't go away, but she could cry herself to sleep another night. She frowned at the paper some more and thought for a while.

It was McDonald who'd dropped it at her computer.

McDonald had probably written it.

McDonald was also stupid.

Rebecca took the first letter from each word, and finding that didn't make sense, left the second as it was. (She concluded sourly that maybe McDonald wasn't sostupid) And what she got was this:

B READY FOR HACK.
Username RecEpIonIst190.

Well that was clear enough. Someone was going to hack her computer with the Username RecEpIonIst190.

But why?

She couldn't be in a situation that was worse than this one. She was trapped in a Templar organisation who's employees obviously saw a piñata whenever they looked at her and she'd never see the guy she loved again and he'd never know that she did. What the heck. Bring on the hack.

After carefully slipping the paper back to the waistband of her underwear, she clung on to the feel of what Shaun's unshaven face felt under he fingers when she'd reached up to touch his glasses, how his hand had felt when he had taken hers and that stupid stupid face of his as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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