Oh boy! I finally got chapter 5 ready to go! Sorry the last chapter was sort of short, but I was sick and probably shouldn't have posted something I wrote when under the weather (what the hell does that phrase mean anyway?). With the help of some Day and NyQuil, I am getting better and feeling alive!

I want to thank DarkAngelus66 for help and support. I really tried to work on what you suggested, so let me know if I under or over did it!! Thanks again!!

This chapter covers more about Shakespeare and his connection with the Assassins. That is basically all you need to know before reading.

Oh yeah, I do not own any quotes taken from Shakespeare's plays. If I did, I would be a legend, which I am not. No could I ever be as awesome as he is.

Without further ado, here is chapter 5!!

The next morning…

All four companions were sitting at the maple dining table drinking coffee and munching on wheat bagels. There was a high level of awkwardness in the room due to last night's situation. Shaun and Rebecca rarely looked at each other while they picked at their plate. Lucy and Desmond stared at the other two as they shoved torn pieces of bagel in their mouths. Shaun glanced up at them and thought they resembled cows chewing on their own cud.

"Desmond, really, could you please close your mouth when you eat?" Shaun complained.

Desmond smiled sarcastically at Shaun and said, "Sure. As soon as you start putting a 'do not disturb' sign on your door when you two are…"

There was a thumping sound underneath the table followed by Desmond jumping in his chair.

"Oww!" Desmond shouted. "The hell was that for, Lucy?"

Lucy stared at Desmond as if she were disgusted, but deep down inside she was laughing her ass off. The only reason she stopped Desmond from making a crude sexual remark was because Rebecca was embarrassed enough as it was. Although it was funny, she didn't want to humiliate her friend any more than she already had.

"Nothing, I was just stomping on what I thought was a roach," Lucy said mockingly.

"That was my foot. And you weren't even looking under the table!" Desmond shouted like a little kid accusing another kid of cheating at Monopoly.

"Shaun," Lucy said ignoring Desmond, "do you have any useful information about The Order?"

"Well that depends. What exactly is it that you want to know?" Shaun inquired.

Confused, Lucy stared at Shaun for a few moments before realizing she never told them about Desmond's 'dreamory', at least that is what Desmond called the memories he saw while he slept.

"I never told you guys, I am sorry. Desmond had a vision last night about William Shakespeare. Apparently, he was an Assassin, or at least an Assassin spy."

"Holy shit!" Rebecca shouted. She jumped out of her chair and placed her hands on the table to support herself from falling over. "Are you sure?" she asked with enthusiasm.

"Here we go again," Desmond moaned as he rolled his eyes. He dropped his head down on the table and rolled his forehead side to side as he pressed it against the tabletop.

"What are you on about?" Shaun had all his attention on Lucy.

"According to Desmond, Shakespeare was somehow connected with the Assassins. There was a mark placed on him by members of The Order, so he and another Assassin killed them." Lucy explained.

Desmond rolled his head to one side so he could look at Rebecca. He thought she was about to hyperventilate. "Do we really have to explain the next part in front of her? She looks like a fish out of water!" Desmond exclaimed as he lifted his head up.

Lucy rolled her eyes and continued, "He invited them to a play at the Globe and intentionally set it on fire with them trapped inside…"

"Where they turned into a bunch of burnt crispy treats…uhm…I mean that it was a treat for our guys that they were burnt to a crisp and not alive and well," Desmond interrupted. He felt stupid by his comment and it showed on his face.

Shaun pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. "But the reports said no one was killed in the incident."

"Reports also claim that Michael Jackson's ghost was seen inside his house, on the hood of a car, during a CNN live report, and on someone's try toast," Desmond said dryly.

"Hey, that was his ghost next to Anderson Cooper, OK?" Rebecca protested.

"It looked like Whoopie Goldberg was in the background!" Desmond countered.

"SHUT UP!" Lucy shouted as she stood up. "Can we get back to something more important such as the fucking Order instead of Whoopie Goldberg and her fucking toast?!" Lucy was practically spitting in her fury.

"Sorry," Rebecca and Desmond apologized shamefully.

"Thank you." Lucy took a deep breath as she sat back down in her seat, tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ears, and exhaled. "OK, so what could you find out about these 'Orderlies,' as you call them, who died when the Globe burnt down?"

"Thanks to Edward's external hard drive in his briefcase, I have a database of all known members. I can look up the ones that died that year and see if anything important turns up. Any particular persons you are searching for?"

"No, I just figured it might be worth looking into." Lucy glanced over at Desmond as if she was hoping for his approval. He nodded, and she smiled a thank you back at him.

"Alright. I assume we are going to let Desmond take a break from our little sessions for the day. I'll get straight on this and anything else that I think may help." Before anyone could reply to Shaun, he already backed his chair up, spun around, and quickly wheeled off.

"I wonder what he would do if I hooked up a tank of nitrous on his chair…" Desmond thought aloud.

Lucy and Rebecca were appalled and looked at him like he just stole a cookie from a baby.

"What?" he asked innocently. He picked up his dishes as well as the ones Shaun left behind and made his way toward the kitchen. "Any by the way Lucy, the toast belonged to some redneck, not Whoopie. Just thought you should know that."

As usual, before she could protest, Desmond was already out of shouting range.

After Desmond placed the dishes in the sink, he grabbed a bottle of water and headed towards the office. As he passed the dining room, he heard the girl's giggling about what he assumed was Shakespeare's involvement with the Assassins. "Such childish behavior," he whispered as he rolled his eyes.

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"Alrighty now. I got this entire room to myself. Time to do some dirty work."

Desmond was sitting at the office desk looking at the computer. "Come on, come on. I can't get started if I don't find anything good enough."

He was on the internet browsing through one of his favorite search engines. The cursor searched the monitor fiercely as it was under Desmond's control. "Damnit, if I don't find one soon enough, they could walk in on me…"

Out of one engine and into another. His fingers flew across the laptop's keys as he tried to narrow down his search. "Oh baby! This one will work fo sho!"

Desmond relaxed in his is seat as he stared intently at the screen. His legs were loosened up and his arms were lifelessly resting in his lap.

Click.

"Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die," Desmond read off of the monitor. He wasn't sure if this was going to work, but it had to, right?

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Stratford, February 1616

Gerard walked into William's bedroom to check on him. William had been ill for some time now, but he was doing very well at hiding it. It was Gerard's worst fear that he was poisoned by someone within The Order or by Templars. William was at his desk, quill flowing effortlessly on his parchment, and his back was to the door.

"How are you doing William?" Gerard asked as he entered his friend's bedroom.

"As well as could be expected." Sweat was pouring from his face. He reached for the handkerchief on the corner of his desk, wiped his face, and set it back in its place.

"May I ask what it is that you are writing?" Gerard questioned as he tried to sneak up on the writer.

"Come no further. You will see this in due time." William lifted a finger in his free hand and waved it at Gerard. Gerard could see it trembling fiercely. "But that time is not now."

Gerard sighed in defeat. William's wit was too much for him to argue with. Even though William was only an Assassin spy, Gerard respected him as if he were a fellow Assassin. "Fine. Is there anything that I can bring you? Some wine perhaps? Water?"

William refused to take his eyes off of his work. "A glass of water would be very nice."

Gerard bowed to signal 'your wish is my command' even though William could not see him. He turned on his heel and proceeded down the stairs. The entire house was so quiet that the clanking of his sword and combat knife echoed throughout the entire building. Even William could hear it; he loved that sound. It was like music to him. But then again, so were his plays.

After Gerard left the room, he finished what he was writing, put the quill back in the ink jar, and walked to the window where he began rolling up the parchment.

When Gerard entered the bedroom, he stopped abruptly when he noticed William standing in front of the window. His back was facing the doorway, his hands behind his back with the rolled parchment firmly in his grasp.

"The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones."

"I'm sorry?" Gerard asked. He recognized the words as a quote from one of William's plays, but wasn't sure from which one.

William turned around to face his friend. "Do not forget that my friend."

Gerard shrugged with confusion. "Forget what William?"

He walked up to Gerard, gratefully took the glass, and sipped on it. "You never realize how wonderful something as simple as water can be until you are dying."

"Do not say such things. The doctors say that you will be well as long as you follow their instructions," Gerard tried to reassure William.

William snickered and waved away the comment. "Gerard, have I asked you many favors during the many years we have known each other?"

"No you have not my friend. If anything, I have been the one asking the favors. Your theater…"

William winced and held his hand up for Gerard to stop talking. "This parchment, take it and protect it with your life. When my time has been spent on this earth, I want you to bury this with me."

Gerard tried to take the item from William, but William's death grip on the paper prevented him from the act.

"Promise me that no other eyes shall gaze upon it. Promise me that you will bury it with me. Promise me that you will never speak of it, this conversation, or what you are to do with it. Ever."

Gerard had never before seen his friend act this way. He was not sure how to react to such strange behavior. "I promise. What is it, exactly?" William's grip on the paper was still strong, so Gerard eased up on his grip but still held on to it.

"I have come across an item that I wish never came to me. It is nothing with which I wish to burden you, so do not ask about what it is. Let us just say that it holds great power that if used wrongly, it could have consequences of which we could never imagine. I believe this is the reason I am so ill. Some Templars were after this remarkable object and once they learned that it was in my possession, they placed a mark on my life as well. I hid the item, and this parchment holds the key to finding it." William inhaled and caught his breath. "But like I said, this conversation never happened. Now," he released his grip from the paper and walked back to his desk, "would you care to play a game of chess?"

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Desmond corrected his posture in the chair as he came to. "Whoa."

He quickly got out of his chair and bolted out of the office. "Lucy! Shaun! Rebecca!" he shouted over and over again as he ran around the house looking for someone.

"What?" he heard both girls yell in response. Lucy was in the bedroom and Rebecca was in the bathroom which was directly across from Lucy and Desmond's room. So when they both came running out of the rooms they were in…

Desmond heard the sound of a collision in the hallway followed by screaming.

"God Rebecca! What are you trying to do? Run me over?" Lucy shouted as she tried to stand up, unfortunately, Rebecca was on top of her. "Get your boney ass off of me!"

"My ass is not boney!" Rebecca protested.

While the two struggled to get up, Shaun quickly wheeled inside the room. "What is it?" he asked concerned something was wrong.

"I think I know where one of the Pieces of Eden is!" Desmond shouted excitedly. He was rather proud of himself.

"The hell did you say?" Lucy asked as she finally stood up. She walked into the den where Shaun and Desmond were. "Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm like 95% sure," Desmond said. He was still breathing heavy, so some of his words were not understandable.

"OK, first, how did you figure this out? Second, where is it?" Lucy reasoned with the adrenaline fueled man.

"I accessed one of William's memories. Somehow he got a hold of one of them and hid it. He had Gerard put a piece of paper in his coffin when he died. We have to go over there and get that paper!" Desmond shouted.

"Who is this Gerard?" Shaun questioned, but no one answered.

Lucy let her fiery anger over his sneaking in a session be smothered by the happiness of the possibility of finally knowing the exact location of a Piece of Eden. "Finally, we get a break."

Rebecca came from behind Lucy and went on a rant. "Yeah. We can go to Stratford and at night, dig up his grave. Are you fucking kidding me? You want to exhume the body of the greatest writer ever?! Not to mention security is going to be tighter than an ass trying not to fart!"

"She has a point," Lucy admitted. "I think it would be wise if we planned this out after we visit the grave site. That way we know exactly what we would be facing," she suggested.

"Whatever!" Rebecca exclaimed as she threw her hands up and plopped down on one of the leather couches.

"I agree. It would be idiotic to not look further into this. But I think if we are going to actually start looking for the Pieces, we might consider splitting up. Let's talk about this tomorrow. I still have a lot of research to do and would like to focus on that today. You can do some research on the location and what not if you like."

Even though Lucy figured this to be more important, she didn't want to argue with him. "Alright, but if you don't finish it today, we are still planning this out tomorrow."

"Sounds good to me." And with that, Shaun spun around and quickly wheeled back to the 'Research Room.'

"There he goes again," he mumbled to himself. "I think he does that on purpose."

Lucy giggled and rolled her eyes. "Come on, I want to talk to you," she said to Desmond with a wink.

"Oh, OK!" he said excitedly.

As the two ran to their room, Rebecca sat up and said, "Great, now what am I going to do?"

Sorry this one was a bit long. I was going to add a Lucy/Desmond scene at the end but noticed the word count was like 2600, so, SPOILER ALERT, that will start up the next chapter. Hehe.

There was one scene where I was trying to lead you on to think something else was going to happen, so let me know if it worked.

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Thanks again! Now where did I put that new bottle of NyQuil....