My hands gripped Rebecca's lower sides firmly, a smile on my face as I pulled away from her lips. One hand reached up and pushed her hair from her eyes. We didn't say anything in the dim light of my newest room. We merely stared into the being of one another, holding ourselves in a limbo between the disaster of the world and the bliss we shared in that moment.

The air had rid itself of tension for the longest time before the both of us cringed at the sound of, "Please, Lucy! You disappear for months without any word, being alive, letting us worry about you like that and now you're going to try to take my room? Nuh-uh, it's not happening!" The thick English accent almost seeped through the walls into my ears, as if it were nails on chalkboard.

"Does he ever just give it a rest?" I ask the young woman sitting in front of me with half a smirk.

"Oh, c'mon, Desmond, you know as well as I do that if he weren't always acting like that we'd go insane. We need comic relief, even if it isn't on purpose." The girl's lips curled up into an almost evil smirk as her lips met mine once more tenderly.

"Well, Shaun, if you think that I'm going to sleep on the couch, you're sadly mistaken! Now get out of my room, please." Lucy's cries were louder than Shaun's in the small complex, and even sent chills through my spine at times.

I gave a small laugh, "I s'pose you're right." I turned myself a little and lay back against the wall that the bed was up against, putting an arm over Rebecca's shoulder. Her head tilted to rest in the nook by my neck, both of her hands hanging from my one around her shoulder as we just listened to the bickering on the other side of the wall.

"You are such a pain, Lucy! Really, you are, I don't know how anybody stands you! You whine and bicker and when you don't get your way!" The Brit's temper tantrum was being slightly ridiculous, in my opinion, but it provided more amusement for me, so I had no complaints. "You're self-centered, arrogant, and conceited!" I heard him shout at her.

"No, I have priorities, confidence, and you're just below me!" She retaliated. I couldn't help but laugh and look at Rebecca.

"Does she know what conceited means…?" I asked, still smiling in amusement.

Rebecca laughed in retaliation and shrugged just before Shaun had his own response to Lucy. "You know what your problem is Lucy? You-" The man was cut off with the slamming of a door.

I couldn't resist a hard laugh, "Who the hell needs TV when you have those two? Lucy is cut-throat, he stood no chance." My head leaned against Rebecca's as I smiled lightly, "Let's get some sleep, I have to get into that hell-bed again tomorrow." Rebecca laughed feebly.

"It's okay, Desmond, I'll make sure you're not in too long." She gave me a smile and kissed my cheek before we slipped into the twilight bliss of sleep.

-Hours later -

I hadn't slept too well, and when I had I didn't dream at all. I kept thinking I heard a thumping or a banging for the first while of the night, squeaking too. I figured it was my mind playing tricks on me; just being in the safe house again was how I explained it to myself. I stepped out of my room rather early, it was around four thirty in the morning as I let Rebecca stretch out on the bed. At the same time I stepped from my room, Shaun's, or rather Lucy's, door opened.

Out of the room stepped Lucy, her hair was a mess, and she didn't look like she'd been sleeping much. She had a lazy, tired look on her face. It wasn't just sleep she was lacking, she looked purely drained, physically exhausted even.

"Can't sleep?" I asked groggily as I rubbed my eyes, still wearing jeans and my white hoodie. I hadn't changed since we got back, though my blade was under my wrist. I had decided never to be without it after recent events, any second I could need it and without it I'd be purely defenseless.

She nodded and yawned, stretching her arms out as she did so. She scratched her bare stomach the following moment. The woman didn't seem to be wearing pajamas, just slept in her underwear I supposed with a shrug, blowing it off.

She quietly shut the door behind her as I started walking down the hall. "So…" I started, not having an idea where to take the conversation. We wandered into a kitchen/break-room-like setting and she started the coffee maker, in desperate need of energy. As the water began filling into the machine, I pushed myself up onto the counter, "Tell me about what you were doing at Abstergo."

Lucy seemed to snap to attention, "What's there to tell? I told you they took me as a hostage, didn't I? Forced me to work."

I nodded, "Mhmm… But what were you doing that whole time? While you didn't have me, you were working; did you give them Assassin intel or just keep busy tracking me?" Her only response was to shrug, trying to be vague. "Lucy," I said with more conviction, "What were you doing?"

The woman let out a sigh before looking up at me, "Searching for Pieces of Eden, Desmond. We needed you to find the Sword, or at least to find where it was at one point. We knew where it stopped next… And how to find it… What they didn't know was where the descendant was."

I rose an eyebrow in questioning, "Descendant of who?" I asked.

Lucy rolled her eyes before the coffee maker dinged and she poured two mugs. She handed me one and I set it down as she slowly took a sip. The woman leaned on the table in the center of the room, "Joanne of Arc. She was the last one to have the sword. We needed her descendant, and regardless of where I am… I have no idea who it is or where they are… Not even all of Abstergo's technology could find her right now. She's been living off the grid, and I know precisely why. If you'd stayed with the Farm as a child, Desmond, become a full blown Assassin… Then you'd have been highly protected, as Ezio was the last one to have the Apple, as far as we know. Your ancestors were very powerful, as you know, and you'd have a high place in the Brotherhood. But you don't, because you left. It's how we could find you, you had no protection, no ability to protect yourself."

I looked at her in shock, "Wow… You know too much about me, Luce. So… What do we have to do?"

She rose an eyebrow, "Hmph… I don't exactly know… I s'pose we could find her best in France."

My jaw dropped, "Wait, wait… Why the hell do I need to keep going into the Animus if we could find her and hunt down the sword? Don't you think I need a break from that horrid machine?"

Lucy looked down and away, "It's complex, Desmond… Please, just… Trust me, okay?" I shook my head.

"Of all the bullshit…" I muttered as I stormed from the room as passed Shaun. He was emerging from Lucy's room as well, and as much as I normally would have pursued the subject, it didn't fascinate me tonight. I needed to lie down for a while.

Author's Note: Hey guys. Sorry it took so long to make Chapter 11, hope you enjoyed it. My laptop was out of commission for a while due to a battery problem I was having. ^_^ I've posted a new poll and I would really appreciate it if you guys would vote. :) It has to do with the story, so hopefully you'll be interested.

Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, review if you could, thanks! :D

~BKS