Lucy watched as a tea cup was calmly placed down onto the table. The hand that had been wound around the delicate china unfurled, and calmly rested flat against the wood. Shaun peered over his glasses at the woman, gray-green eyes very flat as he tried to discern if there was any sign of a joke. Finally, the calm snapped. "WHAT?"

Lucy didn't flinch at the Brit's sharp voice, though she did turn to look over her shoulder to see if anyone was looking. She looked back to the Brit, pursing her mouth in slight annoyance. "The higher-ups sent me an email informing me that it's too dangerous for Desmond to stay in the States." Shaun rolled his eyes, taking a prim sip of his tea with a scowl. "So, they asked me to tell you that you and Desmond are to leave the country."

The female assassin waited for Shaun to protest, but he looked tired as he let a small frown to drip at the corners of his mouth. After sighing into his cup, the Brit lifted his eyes to meet her own. "Why do I have to babysit the novice?"

She took a small sip of her tea. "Because Rebecca and I are needed here to operate the Animus; it seems there's another subject the higher-ups want us to investigate."

Shaun grumbled darkly, taking off his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "When should we leave?" He muttered, closing his eyes tiredly.

Lucy lifted a hand for the waiter to give them their check. She shrugged, though Shaun couldn't see it. "As soon as possible, though you two do need enough time to think of a story."

-

Shaun glowered from across the room at subject 17; he chewed at the inside of his mouth and played with the sleeve of his sweater. Why did Shaun have to leave the...relative comfort of the warehouse and go traversing around the world with...Miles?

Desmond was being told the gist of the email, nodding at the parts he needed to before flickering his dark eyed gaze toward the Brit.

Shaun's glare only intensified, hoping that Miles would burst into an attractive pile of novice assassin ash. Sadly, nothing happened.

Rebecca looked up from her computer, a small smile curled her mouth before she walked over to his desk. "Sooo," She began, sitting on the edge of his cluttered table. "What'cha gonna do?" The Brit ignored the black haired woman, and powered up his laptop.

"What do you mean?"

Rebecca snorted, picking up a miniature replica of Tutankhamen's death mask paper weight. She traced a finger nail over the little grooves of cheap painted metal, sticking her tongue out between her teeth. "Where are you and Des going? Ya know?"

Shaun tried to look over files, he really did, but his 'friend's' very hyper presence distracted him (like always). He looked away from the screen displaying runes and to the dark haired woman. "I'm...thinking of going back to England," He shrugged before snatching the paper weight from Rebecca's hands. "See my parents or something."

She absolutely squealed, jumping from her spot on his desk and tackled the poor Brit in his chair.

Lucy and Desmond looked over; Lucy wore an amused expression while Desmond snorted at the uncomfortable looking male.

Both female assassins locked eyes and shared a smirk. Rebecca lightly patted Shaun's messy hair, cooing softly. "Don't worry Shauny, Lucy and I have a great cover story for you and Des~."

-"No, no no no, absolutely FUCKING NOT!"

"Shaun--"

"DON'T touch me, Miles!"

"Oh c'mon, Shaun, you don't have to do anything."

"Oh fuck you! This is bloody ridiculous! No way in hell am I going to say--"

"Need I remind you that both of your lives depend on this?"

-

The Hastings' house phone rang for an amount of 2 minutes before the pleasant voice of Martha Hastings answered. "Hello?" Shaun wanted to hang up and forget the entire thing, Templarsbe damned; but the combined glares of Lucy and Rebecca made him think otherwise.

Shaun cleared his throat, and tightened his hand around his cell. "Ah...hey mum--"

"Shaun!? Oh hello! How are you? Are you eating well?"

The Brit sighed lightly at his mother's cheerful questions, but answered them as best as he could without revealing anything. "Listen, mum...I-I met someone." He gritted his teeth at his mother's happy gasp. Was he that hopeless? "Yeah, um, we met at work...and I, uh, we're coming to see you guys."

"Oh dear! That's wonderful! What's his name?"

How his mother did that, the Brit would never know. Shaun closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. God, he was getting a headache. "Desmond Miles."

Alrighty! Well, I think I'm satisfied with this. So, I've noticed the lack of pitcher!Desmond and catcher!Shaun, so I decided to remedy that. Don't get me wrong, the coupling is hot enough that either on top is great with me, but...I just think Shaun is too cute! hahaha...

Anyway, I hope you liked the first chapter. Please review!