AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know I usually put these at the end, but I figured you should all be informed, if you don't know about it, that "The Farm" is where Desmond was born and raised until he was sixteen, when he ran away. Abstergo found him while he was a bartender and kid-napped him, that's where AC1 starts. :) Any other questions about references from now on will be put at the bottom of the chapter, I will find a way to mark them with small subscript numbers or underlining.

Side-Note: This chapter does have exceptionally more language than others, sorry it took me so long to get it up… Life sometimes gets busy, I'll try to update more often in the future. Anyway, I hope you like(d) it! ^-^

Do You Feel What I Feel?

A knock on the door woke me from my light sleep. I had never slept deeply; my first sixteen years of life on The Farm had trained me, if nothing else, to stay on my toes. Given, I was not fully awake and grogginess had hit me like a freight train. The second my eyes opened I could feel a weight trying to shut them again. The door slid open slightly with a quiet hiss and I saw a head push itself into the threshold.

"Desmond?..." I heard it whisper as it looked at me. I recognized the person the instant her head entered the room and I tried my best to push myself up and appear awake. "Des, I… I can't sleep, did I wake you up?"

"What? No, no," I lied, poorly too. My throat felt as if it was full of cotton, and she could tell. I pretended that I hadn't caught any sleep, "I was awake, I couldn't sleep either, I've been thinking about all this Abstergo…"

"Desmond…" She said softly, calling my name as she made her way to my bed. She sat down beside me and smiled; though it was dark I could tell she was smiling, something about the air seemed to change. She was wearing a thick hoodie and pajama pants. I realized it was the first time I had never seen her in something aside from her extreme sporting clothes. "I know you're not that worried about Abstergo, because I'm not either… I feel like a bad person for it too, because I know how important it was to Lucy… And how important it is to the world… But it just seems like there isn't anything we can do about it, and we should just try to be as happy as we can until it hits." She frowned and looked down at her hands, which were resting in her lap.

I looked at her and I could feel my throat as it opened again and became clear for speaking. "Becca…" I put a hand on her back, "Come here…" She turned on the bed and I moved over a little so she could have space. An arm wrapped itself around her shoulder, "No, I feel it too… But with this whole Ezio thing… I don't know, I understand the Assassins and know that it isn't about us… And I know you know it too, but this is bigger than us, it's why we can't really care as much about the Abstergo launch."

I feel her head rest softly on my shoulder, "I still can't sleep…" I feel my arm pull her in tighter as my head rests on hers.

I took a breath, trying to plan out my next move. My right hand reaches over and grabs her left, both of them lying in what little space separates us. "It's okay, Becca…" I whispered softly, attempting to lull her to sleep. "We'll be okay, it's just a lot to take in, Lucy knew more about any of this than we did for a long time. You're not a bad person, believe me." I smiled at her, but she didn't look up, she was engrossed in thought.

"But, Des, what if-" She started but I didn't let her finish because she looked up to ask me the question, and I caught her lips with mine before she could ask.

As I pulled away she seemed to lighten up, "What ifs are not what life is about. Live in the moment, Rebecca, our moments." I smiled again charmingly, hoping that she would not argue the point farther.

She clearly thought about attempting to ask again, but merely smiled and decided I was at least right to the point where she would believe me. Her right hand came up and cradled the back of my head before pulling me in once more for another kiss.

When we both stopped, she kept her green eyes locked on mine. Rebecca looked slightly sadder than before now, "Des… I-I don't think we can…" She swallowed and bit her lower lip, "I don't think we can do this… Not with this situation, I'll only be a distraction…"

"No… No, Becca, that's… That's wrong." Her words struck me like a spear, "Please don't do this… I'll only be more distracted if you do…"

She looked at me once more, "You and I both know that's a lie…" The woman wriggled from my arm and released my hand. "I-I… I'm sorry, Desmond…" She gave me one more, quick, small kiss before she climbed off of my bed and to the door. As she opened it and was about to step out I saw her head turn to me and her eyes fight the tears. Even in the dark she looked beautiful. I saw a small glint as it ran down her cheek, one tear, a single solid tear before the door closed and locked behind her.

My throat closed again, I could barely breathe. I looked at my watch, the same one she had, the same one Shaun had, and the same one William had. All the Assassins used them, it was set to change with each time zone on their own, it was an Assassin-owned satellite that powered them with time. It was two-thirty in the morning, had she woken up to tell me that or did it just happen?

Thoughts swirled through my head, each one fighting another, the backs of my eyes stung and burnt, but I tried to fight it. I let out a violent, quick breath and felt my eyes give way with the sob. I brought a knee up and rested my arm on it over my eyes, hiding my face from nobody. The salty drops fell from my face onto my silky gym pants. Did I wear them to work out often? No, but they were comfortable and I slept in them and moved around in them easily. I sniffled a bit before wiping and rubbing my eyes.

I watched the door, hoping she would come in, tell me that she changed her mind, tell me that she made a mistake, anything to fix what happened. But nothing came, there was absolute silence and it killed me. We hadn't been close or together for long, but now I didn't know what I would do without her, it wasn't like I would talk to Shaun or William about any of this. Shaun would make it worse and William didn't know anything.

I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to. My mind reeled at a million miles a minute, wondering what had brought it up. I muttered quietly in my seclusion to myself, "Did I… Did I do something? Say something wrong…" My face still rested in my hand, "What could've happened…?" My eyes were extremely dry by now, but still red and irritated. Something had to be wrong with me, it had to be my fault.

For whatever reason, I had blamed myself for problems everybody else had for a long time, nobody ever told me not to, so now I felt as if responsibility for Rebecca's action was through fault of mine. I felt like shouting, like throwing something across the room, or breaking down the door to see her. Nothing would help me though.

That was when I heard it, a knock on my door made my head perk up. I was almost afraid to say it, but my hoarse voice desperately asked, "Rebecca?" I couldn't even hear it.

"Are you inside, Mr. Miles…?" I heard an older man's voice come from the other side. Horror struck my body, a chill ran up my spine. I could feel his chilling stare on me, his cold, stoic face glaring me down. "Come along now, Mr. Miles. We don't want any problems now… Do we?"

I heard a click and the door opened. I had ripped the sheets from my body and jumped from the bed to grab my blade. It was sitting on the bedside table, easily accessible. I put it on my right arm and elongated it, though I had no time for shoes. No words escaped my mouth while he stared at me.

"Now, now, Mr. Miles… Let's not be rash." He wasn't trying to calm me down though, several of his guards followed him inside, and one held Rebecca's hands behind her back and covered her mouth with his hand. Three others were standing alone; there was no sign of Shaun or William. "Who is this…? Ms. Crane? Oh Lucy has told us much about you."

I recovered my voice enough to retaliate loudly, "That's a lie!" It cracked when I said the final word and even in the dark it was obvious to tell I had been in an unstable situation moments before. Warren flicked the lights on and I could see Rebecca's reddened eyes in the light. Was she crying slightly because she saw how hurt I was? Was it because she had been kidnapped? Or had it been because she had regretted what she said? A flutter of hope met my heart; maybe Warren made her say that to destabilize me.

"Oh, contraire, Mr. Miles, we have her in detainment and she's spilling everything. How do you think we found this place?"

My face was distorted with anger, "I don't know how you found it, but Lucy didn't know we were here. You son of a bitch…" I looked at Rebecca; fear was covering all of her features. I sprinted at the railing, "You die today, Vidic!" I shouted out loud as I vaulted the rail only to be met by two guards. They were holding pistols pointed at me, but instead one of them tried to hit me with the butt of the gun. I ducked as I grabbed his wrist and snapped it.

Vidic took a step back, "You've become a better fighter, Mr. Miles. I'm impressed," he commented as I took the pistol and smacked one of my assailants across the face with it. He fell to the ground, missing two teeth as the other began to pull his trigger. He was too slow and my blade was in his stomach and then across his throat. He fell to the ground dead, his partner was unconscious. As the third tried to hit me, I ducked again before punching his stomach and sending him reeling. I turned to see in horror that Vidic and the guard holding Rebecca were running from the building. I scooped up a handgun as I ran from the room after them. The guard I punched had given up, winded from the blow.

"Get back here you son of a bitch!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as we ran from the building into the fresh air. I felt rejuvenated from the sudden burst of beauty that filled my throat, lungs and blood. My stride grew longer and faster and I saw no sign of William or Shaun, they must have been far enough away to not be caught. I pulled the handgun up to eye level but could get no clear shot. In a desperate attempt during the chase, I threw the weapon as hard as I could at Vidic. He lost several strides at the surprise he was given and nearly fell down. The guard stopped behind him to avoid hitting him and I caught up for the most part. "Rebecca! I can almost get him!" I said loudly to her, almost within reaching distance. She squirmed to disturb the guard's run. Vidic did not stop for him as I ran passed. Upon passing the large man, I reached down with a small spin and sliced the back of his leg. He fell onto his side and released Rebecca.

She did not enjoy her time as captive and was full of vengeance. My chase on Vidic was still ensuing as Rebecca put a foot on the guard's head, dryly asking, "Who's the bitch now?" The fact that he had even called her a name like that was enough for me to kill him, but Vidic was more important as he had led the attack. How did the old man run so fast?

"Get back here!" I shouted with all signs of grogginess gone. I was losing breath, but he seemed unfazed by the running. I felt my legs bend and shoved off the ground into a strong pounce. I tackled him to the ground and held the blade to his throat. "How do you like me now?" The man grinned back, of all the nerve. I pushed the blade closer and was about to slash when I felt myself knocked to the ground.

A fist met my jaw and I fell unconscious, the last words I heard were "It was your fault, Desmond."