Alright alright, I know. Please dont kill me. I'm not pleased with it but it's better than nothing.

Abstergo Industries Compound – 2012

Images danced, blurred and faded before her eyes. She felt nauseous and confused. What had happened? Where was she and why was she seeing this? Her stomach lurched, bile pushing up her esophagus, burning and brining stinging tears to her eyes. She didn't remember being put in the Animus, nor did he remember exactly how she got here. The last thing her sluggish brain could remember was telling her superiors that she was going back for Desmond.

"What are you doing," yelled that voice that she hated with a fiery passion. "Why are you pulling them out!?"

"The sedative you gave Shayna are wearing off," said a female voice. "She's rejecting the Animus."

"She'll be fine."

"Warren! She could die in there."

"Alright, fine! Pull her out!"

The colors faded to the cool grey and white of the lab ceiling. The clear visor slid back onto its hiding place and Shayna immediately rolled and vomited on the floor. There was a disgusted noise from Vidic, but what did she care? A sadistic bit of her thoroughly enjoyed the fact that she was making a mess in his workspace. Let the bastard squirm.

"Jesus Christ," she heard Desmond say. Footsteps told her he was approaching her. She rolled back and laid flat on her back, her eyes closed and her hand on her forehead. She was surprised to feel the sweat there. Desmond reached her side and she felt him brush strands of hair away from her face.

"No more," he growled. "She can't handle this. Put her back in there and I'll find a way to kill you myself."

"My my, Mr. Miles, you are starting to sound like your ancestor more and more everyday," hissed Vidic.

"Yeah, well that's your fault, isn't it?!"

"She'll be fine, Mr. Miles. Miss Adair is more than familiar with the Animus and how it works."

"You call this fine?!"

"Desmond," said that female voice. "It's the sedative. If she had gone in willingly, she would be fine."

"Perhaps this will teach her to cooperate next time. Won't it, Miss Adair?"

"Fuck you," mumbled Shayna.

"I'm taking her back," Desmond growled.

Shayna felt his arms slide under her and lift her from the Animus. She didn't protest to him, knowing that she could probably barely walk if she tried to go to the room herself. She was far too sick. She never had reacted well to the Animus and the addition of sedatives did not help matters any. The silver lining of the situation was that it brought Vidic and Abstergo's plans to a screeching halt. She was not surprised to hear him storm out of the lab. What did surprise her is that his assistant did not follow.

"Desmond," said the girl and Desmond stopped.

"I wont let this keep happening, Lucy," he replied. They were on a first name basis? How odd.

"Desmond, there isn't anything I can do. If she won't cooperate then…"

"I don't care. She is a person, not some lab rat for Vidic to experiment on."

"Desmond… please… please understand."

"No."

Desmond continued, walking into his cell of a room and placed her gently on the bed. The door slid shut as he sat in the desk chair beside the bed. Shayna didn't need to look to know that his eyes were fixed on her. He had hovered over her since her capture, though she saw no real reason for him to. In fact, it would have been better for her to die, then they could not get to her memories. As the nausea subsided the events of the last few days came back to her and so did the irritability that failing the mission had inspired.

"What, Desmond," she growled more harshly than she meant.

"Why a white rose," he said after a long moment of silence. "I get the red one, but why white?"

Shayna looked at him, confused and then realized what he meant. She sighed, relaxing a bit as her stomach stopped churning violently.

"For its meaning," she replied.

"Which is?"

"White roses symbolize innocence, purity, secrecy and silence. To give someone a white rose, particularly a lover, you are saying that you believe yourself worthy of their love. A white and red rose together symbolize unity."

"Foreshadowing much?"

"Very much so," she said as she up slowly.

"So, what did happen to them," Desmond asked, watching her like a hawk. "I mean, at the end. You said they had children separately."

"I'm not entirely sure," Shayna replied. "I do know that there was a child between them though. Just one."

"So we have a cousin running around out there?"

"No. According to the records I found, the child died. I don't know when or how but apparently it was very young."

"And you and I are not related."

"No."

"But they were married up until they died," Desmond was pondering this very seriously it seemed. Really, she was not in the mood for Twenty Questions but doubted that his curiosity would subside.

"Up until she died anyways," she said. "After her death, Altair probably took another wife."

"I don't know. Judging from what I… we have seen, and if what you say is true about their level of devotion, I doubt he would just take another wife. As disgustingly romantic as it sounds, I would think it would be like lovebirds. He'd follow her to the grave."

"Perhaps."

She watched Desmond for awhile as he thought. He was handsome, bearing many of the same features that his ancestor did. If she believed in it, she would almost be convinced that he was a reincarnation of Altair. The idea was absurd though. Despite the silliness of the idea, she had to admit that it was odd that he bore the same scar that Altair did and that their physical features were so similar.

"Shaqr means Falcon doesn't it," asked Desmond.

"Yes," she whispered, her mind elsewhere.

"Altair and Malik called Sibylla 'Falcon'."

"They all did."

Desmond's eyes were on her again, examining her and she found it slightly unnerving. She wondered for a moment what was going through his head and then questioned her curiosity. She shook her head and instantly regretted it as a wave of nausea swept through her. Her hand flew to her head and she cursed Vidic's name under her breath.

"You should rest," Desmond said as he got up out of the chair. Shayna agreed with him but she could help but feel bad. He had completely given up his bed for her and had slept on the floor for the last two nights. He looked like he was settling down to do so again tonight. She had once offered to take the floor herself but he had insisted that she have the bed and the thought of sharing the bed with him, though it was big enough, sent an unpleasant shiver through her.

Before her guilt could get the best of her, Desmond had already moved over to her again and urged her to lay back. She obeyed without complaint, all too happy to rest, and allowed him to tuck her in. Once again, she pondered over his reasons and motives behind the gesture. For a split second before sleep took her, she wondered if the bleeding effect of the Animus had something to do with it, as he had been in it every day for months. She dismissed the thought and summed it all up to gratitude for attempting to save him. It wasn't long before sleep took her.

Notes

Shayna is a fountain of knowledge because she was in the Animus before. Remember, she was Subject Seven. After escaping from Abstergo, she then went back and did as much research as she possibly could on her ancestor. As it was somewhere around 800 years ago from 2012 (give or take) she didnt find much. Assassins were not very good record keepers when it came to that stuff.

Sibylla literally grew up with Altair and loved him her whole life. Since the two were so close, it is hard to extract those memories, particularly on Sibylla's side because her love for him was unrequited. So, Shayna needs a trigger to unlock those memories.

The meaning of the roses and other flowers can be found here http://www.

The thing about the roses is a reference back to chapter 2.

Author's Comments

I am well aware that this took way longer than I said it would. I actually lost all inspiration to write for a bit. THANK GOD for the release of the new AC2 trailer. And all of you had best go show Commissar 2908 some serious love because if he didnt RP Assassin's Creed so well, I'm not sure I would have had the drive to do this.

Also, thank him for some awesome ideas and inspiration. We started a new RP that no one can stalk and we have more freedom to do as we wish so there is a very interesting backstory developing between Altair and Sibylla which will reveal itself in new chapters.

Eagle, I fucking love you