First of all, I am so sorry this is a tad bit late. I wrote the while still sick and never posted it. Still getting over my head cold, and I just got a new TV for my bedroom as an early birthday gift to myself the other day! I have been playing AC2 on it so I can enjoy the entire game in 1080p. It's amazing...

Anyway, here is chapter 6. Most of it is conversation setting up the good stuff. From chapter 7 onward, nothing but pure action, bloodshed, morbidness, sensuality, and doom await!!!! So I am sorry if this chapter sucks, it is the best I could muster while in the worst part of my sickness. I may decide to redo the whole damn thing, but I'll leave that up to you guys. Let me know what you think after you read!! Also, sorry it is long, but it does read fast!!

Without further ado, here is chapter 6!!

Lucy and Desmond were now halfway down the hall that connected to the den. They entered their bedroom on right side of the hall and closed the door behind them. For reasons unknown to Desmond, Lucy was rather 'turned on' randomly, but he had no objections to this. But he was still curious. "Why the sudden case of the hornies?" he asked with a smile as Lucy pulled off his shirt.

Lucy giggled as she tossed the now useless article of clothing across the room where it landed by the window which was directly across from the door. She placed her hands on Desmond's head, covering both cheeks, as she pressed her lips against his. "I don't…know…I'm just…really happy," she said in between kisses.

While she was talking, Desmond unbuttoned her shirt and wondered why her wardrobe consisted of mostly button down blouses. She did own a select few of 'ass kicking' tops she wore only when she intended on kicking some ass but other than that, she had no contrast in her wardrobe at all.

"What the hell are you thinking about?" Lucy asked while she pulled her arms out of her sleeves. The shirt simply fell to the floor by her feet.

Desmond quickly shifted his eyes back to Lucy's big blues and replied, "Nothing." A smiled crept on his face as he lifted her up and tossed her on the bed. Consequently, she squealed slightly in pleasant shock. He crawled from her feet upward, gently kissing the soft skin above her belly button. Soon he was kissing her neck as her back arched so her body pressed against his.

Their breathing was now heavy due to their hard, passionate kissing. Almost in unison, their hands traveled downward to undo each other pants. After they both squirmed out of their bottoms, Desmond almost immediately took the invitation inside Lucy.

"Oh God," she moaned.

"No," he smiled at her. "It's just me."

Lucy mentally rolled her eyes at his comment. Desmond could tell she was about to scream, moan, or something, so he planted his lips gently on hers to at least muffle her noise since Rebecca was in the other room. After all, the walls weren't very thick.

They moved in harmony with each other, almost like a macabre form of art. They both knew there was the possibility that this was the last time they could ever truly be together. Even though they were currently the happiest people on earth, it was almost as if they were the most desolate as well. This only intensified their fury of passion as they reached their climax.

Once their breathing calmed and they could actually focus on each other, Desmond pressed his forehead gently on Lucy's. He tucked some of her loose hair behind her ears and left his hand next to her head so he could caress the side of her face. "I love you," he whispered. The serious intent in his deep brown eyes let Lucy know that he was, in fact, completely honest.

"I love you, too," she answered back as she gently stroked his spine.

Her blue eyes were as blue as the Snuggie he once owned a couple of years ago, and the thought of that connection made him giggle.

"What?" she asked sheepishly.

The innocence in her eyes made Desmond melt. The smile that etched across his face made him look like an embarrassed school boy. "Your eyes remind me of a Snuggie," he admitted.

Lucy faked a look of shock and asked, "You mean those robes you put on backwards?" She then let a sarcastic appearance of hurt feelings take over. "Those were so two years ago! And they were tacky!" Actually, she owned one when they first came out. But she would never tell anyone that, not even Desmond. She used to be such an outspoken hater of the fad.

"I thought they were bad ass!" Desmond said in defense.

They giggled as they became lost in each other's gaze until Lucy habitually looked at the clock. "Shit, it is twelve thirty-five. Rebecca is probably getting lunch started."

"Oh boy," Desmond said in disappointment. He didn't want that moment to end, and he wasn't really fond of leaving said moment for Rebecca's cooking. "Alright, I call shower first!"

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The next morning…

After breakfast, Desmond grabbed a hoodie and walked outside to the wooden front porch of the house. Since the house was on a secluded piece of land, the atmosphere was very peaceful. And the cold breeze made it that more enjoyable. He still wasn't sure where exactly they were, but he didn't really care. There were a couple of wooden rocking chairs on the right side of the porch, so Desmond sat in one closest to the door. His whole time outside was spent on trying to make shapes out of the foggy air leaving his mouth as he exhaled.

When he walked back inside the den, Shaun, Rebecca, and Lucy were all gathered around the center coffee table. He sat next to Lucy on the couch across from the one on which Rebecca was sitting. "What's up?" he asked.

"Not too much to be completely honest," Shaun said breaking the silence. The girls were anxious to hear what he had discovered about The Order, so naturally disappointment overcame them at those words. "If the men Shakespeare and his partner, Gerard was it, killed in the Globe were, in fact, 'Orderlies,' there is no record of their deaths in the archives. Or the archives are purposely incomplete to cover up the entire ordeal."

"Maybe I should go try to find out," Desmond suggested as he tried to stand up.

Lucy grabbed his forearm and pulled him back down. "Hold on there Jethro. We still have to figure out what we are going to do with the trip to Europe," she countered.

Frustrated, Desmond reluctantly sat back down and let his body sink into the leather sofa. "Alright, so first things first. How are we going to even get over there?" he asked with doubt.

Shaun proudly straightened his back in his wheel chair and stated, "I have taken care of all of that. I phoned a friend over in Stratford who owns a private jet. He can fly over here and back free of charge." Shaun took off his glasses, polished them with a lenses wipe, and pushed them back on his face.

"That's wonderful," Lucy said gratefully. "So, once we get over there, I suggest we do surveillance on the area. That way we can figure out when would be the best time to..uh..dig up the body…" she trailed off. She hated the thought of digging up a body, especially one of such a great man. A grim feeling put her eagerness on the back burner as she hung her head already ashamed of what they were to do.

Everyone else hung their head along with her; Desmond only followed in suit because he didn't want to look like an immoral, heartless ass. "So, we are really going through with this, huh?" Desmond asked interrupting the silence.

Rebecca pulled her head up and looked at Desmond. "You two are," she said as she motioned her fingers at both Lucy and Desmond.

"What do you mean 'you two'?" Lucy inquired. Her eyes were full of fear at the thought of the group being split up.

"Last night, Rebecca and I," Shaun interrupted as he began to polish his glasses again, "talked it over and decided it would be safer if we split up." Lucy motioned her mouth as she was about to protest the idea but Shaun kept her from speaking. "Vidic, Abstergo, and possibly guys hired by The Order are all out searching for us. If we are split up, one group could act as a decoy while the other group is off on the actual mission."

Shaun finally let Lucy get a word in. "No, it would be safer if we are all together. That way we won't lose or leave anyone behind!"

Shaun placed his glasses back on his face satisfied with the clean job and countered, "If we are all together and we are captured, that means all of us are…are incapacitated basically. We should split up that way in the unfortunate chance that one group is discovered and caught, the other is still out there."

Lucy put her elbows on her knees and rubbed her temples in frustration. She wasn't angry at Shaun, she was angry at herself for knowing that he was right.

"What are the chances we would ever see each other again?" Desmond asked. His throat stung when he swallowed as he tried to hold back tears at the thought of never again seeing his two best friends.

Tears were already building in Rebecca's eyes, but she refrained from crying. "We should meet up once we finished the mission but after that, it would be the same gig again, so I don't know…" All she could manage after her sentence was a sincere 'I'm sorry' glance to Desmond and a shrug of her shoulders.

"How would you two be the 'decoy' as you put it?" Lucy finally asked sharply breaking her silence. She was the only one of the four who was not fighting back some form of saddened emotion. Instead, she replaced it with controlled anger and sharp questions.

Shaun explained, "Well, Rebecca and I could go to Italy, specifically Monteriggioni, to make our pursuers suspect we are after something there. Even though they have the map giving the locations of the Pieces, they may think something of importance is there as well. While they are inspecting our activity in Italy, you two can be doing the actual work." Once again, Shaun got out his cloth and began cleaning his glasses. He was obviously trying to preoccupy himself with something to keep himself from getting upset.

Desmond raised an eyebrow to Shaun. "What would they possibly think is in the villa at Monteriggioni?"

"When they ran us out of the warehouse, they found out we had both you and the Animus. Knowing how valuable you were in the past, they may think you found something else. And if Shaun and I go out there 'looking' for it, I am willing to bet my bottom dollar that they would at least keep tabs on our commotion," Rebecca hypothetically explained.

Lucy's head was rested on one hand that rested on one knee; the other hand was now pinching the bridge of her nose, squinting in frustration and shaking her head in denial. "It will take more than Desmond and I to find the location of the Piece."

"Yeah," Desmond piped in, "And let's not forget it's just some paper with the location of the Piece in William's grave. Knowing his cryptic tendencies, it is probably in some code. I suck at riddles and shit, so I doubt I can solve it!"

"But you can!" Shaun countered with encouragement. "You have a gift that will allow you to find the answer without having to solve the damn thing!"

Desmond sighed in defeat. He looked over at Lucy hoping she would say something so he wouldn't have to. When her silence remained, he asked, "What about us? They find a two people over at the villa instead of four. Won't they be suspicious?" The more and more that this debate went on, the more Desmond's doubt crept up his spine. It was like needles poking each vertebra causing them to rupture. He sat up, correcting his posture, and pressed his back against the back of the couch.

"We will be meeting up with some old friends of mine once we arrive in Italy. A brother and sister to be precise. I know it sounds risky and suicidal, but it is the best option we have. Unless you can think of one by tomorrow morning, this is what we are sticking with," Shaun stated.

Lucy removed her hand from her face and lifted her head. "Tomorrow morning?" she questioned with curiosity.

Shaun's face looked grim as he began to speak. "When I said I needed to finish my research yesterday, I lied. I had already finished it and at the news of Desmond's discovery, started organizing a plan. Tickets for our trip to Italy are already purchased for tomorrow morning. My friend Rupert will be there tomorrow morning as well to pick you guys up." Shaun noticed the disappointed and hurt look on Lucy's face and let his eyes stare down at his lifeless feet. He felt lower than the Seventh Circle of Hell. Ashamed, he raised his eyes to look at Lucy as she started to speak to him.

"And you didn't bother telling anyone this because…?" she asked, livid, waiting for an answer.

"He told me," Rebecca shrugged, allowing herself back into the conversation.

Lucy huffed a pissed-off laugh and glared at Rebecca. "Don't even start with me," she hissed. "Just stay out of it!"

That pissed Rebecca off. She stood up, placed one hand on her hip and used the other hand to act out keys word in her rant. "No, I will not stay out of it! Why am I always the one that gets left out of the important shit? I'm always told last minute what the hell is going on and that I am supposed to just deal with that fact. So I don't want to hear you bitchin' because the shoe is now on your foot!"

Lucy jumped back in surprise at the sound of Rebecca's booming voice. She let her blue hides hide behind her eyelids as if they were protective blankets. She didn't want to look at Rebecca for two reasons: when Rebecca is pissed, she goes on full rant mode and disregards anyone's feelings at the time, and Lucy knew that the accusations against her weren't far from the truth.

Shaun wheeled closer to Rebecca and grabbed her forearm. "Rebecca! Calm down! She has a point. We should have told her what is going on, but that doesn't matter now." He turned his attention over to Lucy and Desmond. Desmond felt out of place in the whole argument, so he just kept to himself. "The fact is that Rebecca and I are leaving for Italy tomorrow whether you agree or not. You can either take the plane to Stratford or piss and moan here. That choice is yours."

The emotions that Lucy had kept bottled up inside herself broke through the barrier causing tears to stream down her face. "Why are you putting me in this position?" she pleaded.

Rebecca sat down on the other side next to Lucy and wrapped her arms around her. "I'm so sorry. We only did this because we thought it was best."

Lucy went limp in Rebecca's embrace allowing Rebecca to hold her ever tighter. The two girls cried together while Desmond sat there next to them. He wanted to do something to help the situation but felt as useless as a bump on a log.

Amidst the crying, Lucy managed to say, "Alright. We will go to Stratford…as long as it is OK with Desmond…" she trailed off hoping for him to say no, but she expected a yes.

"Yeah, that's fine," he squawked. His throat was now dry from both lack of talking and fighting back tears.

"Then it's settled. I'll go and start packing, Rebecca," Shaun stated as he turned his chair around and started wheeling towards the hall. He felt like an ass for saying it, but simply got over the guilt once he entered the bedroom.

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The next day…

As Lucy and Desmond made their way out of the terminal, Lucy glanced back at the ramp that led into the plane where Shaun and Rebecca were being boarded. "I hope they really do take care of themselves," Lucy muttered out loud. She hadn't paid much attention to the fact she was now walking behind Desmond.

Desmond slowed to match his pace with Lucy's and wrapped one arm around her urging her to keep moving forward. "They will," he assured her. "Shaun is bad ass with a gun and you've seen how Rebecca gets when she is angry."

Lucy chuckled lightly at Desmond who was trying to cheer her up. She did her best not to think on the partings they gave each other earlier because it only depressed her more. "Let's just get back to this Rupert guy," she suggested.

They had already dropped off their own luggage at Rupert's private airplane, so there was not much of a task getting on board once they arrived at the privet jet terminal.

"Ah, there you are. Are you two ready to leave?" Rupert asked in his dazzling Scottish accent.

Lucy and Desmond both nodded and followed Rupert into the plane. "Why is a Scott living in Stratford?" Desmond whispered to Lucy.

She shrugged her shoulders discretely and smiled. "Dunno."

Once they boarded the plane, the two sat down in the fine, white leather seats while Lucy helped herself to the brandy on the table next to them.

Desmond looked at her both in shock and a teasing look of disappointment to which Lucy replied, "I hate flying…"

After eight glasses of brandy and twenty minutes later, Lucy was dead to the world…

OK, so as stated before, let me know if I should scrap this chapter or if I should keep it, or if I should just fix it.

Also, I have a poll up for a bonus chapter. I feel bad that I didn't do my best on this chapter so I want to make it up! The bonus chapter will be my best attempts at odd and hilarious moments focusing on one of our four favorite Assassins during their plane trip. So, go check the poll and vote on that. I will close the poll on Wednesday (my bday!!), possibly Thursday (Central time) so vote before then. Chapter should be up by Friday.

Please critique the hell out of this chapter and let me know how I can improve it. I feel like it is just horrendous.

Anyways, thank you for reading and reviewing.

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