Welcome to the next installment of Reawakening. Q& A time! I have some people asking me questions and I will answer them. SoulsLastResort asked why did I make Altair seem like such a bad guy? My response: It's not that I am making him a bad guy. Right now he is still kind of confused about everything. I mean, he has lost everything and slept so long. When he runs into a situation that calls for some sort of feelings, it seems he answers it with asshole tendencies and smart mouth responses. Desmond comes by it honestly. ZombieOnTheMoon and ardx asked if Shaun was coming out to play. Why yes, yes he is. Our eye rolling, smart mouth historian and tactician, will come in now. I like Shaun, he's cool. Now that I have gone on in my author's notes, it's time to start the chapter. It will be Desmond this time. Enjoy!

Running across the rooftops of Monterigionni brought back memories that were not my own. It was like a rush to feel free while in a self-captivity. I had no clue why I had been drug into this mess. I was not even an assassin. I never wanted to be, but because of who my ancestors were is the reason why I was here. I was a simple bartender, not a super assassin like Ezio Auditore, or Altair Ibn La-Ahad. I just wanted to be normal.

I climbed to the top of the church. The view was amazing. It was nearly breathtaking. I could stay up there for a while if I knew I had the time.

"Desmond, it's nearly sunrise. Get back here."

Ah, my warden. Lucy Stillman, the woman who at first put my ass in that crazy machine, the Animus, then got me out of Abstergo, just to put me back into another version of the Animus. It was enough to make you lose your mind. Oh wait, I am losing my mind. Sorry about that.

"I'm on my way back, Lucy. Calm down for a minute." I climbed down and headed back to the villa. The first golden rays peaked over the horizon as I slipped back into the chamber we hid in. Rebecca was at her seat in front of the three monitors for the Animus. Shaun, our resident nerd, oh excuse me, historian slash tactician, was looking at maps and things of that nature. Lucy looked at her laptop. It was a nightly thing.

The assassins that were stationed across the globe were being wiped out, and she was starting to really worry. I couldn't really blame her. I walked over to her. She lifted her head and gave me a small smile. It was halfhearted, but at least she tried. "Hey Desmond."

"Hey yourself. Have you been to sleep yet, Lucy?" I was concerned for her. She barely slept and had little to eat. It wasn't like we didn't have enough food in the hideout, she just didn't eat. It was the nerves.

She shook her head and a few strains of blond hair fell from the bun she kept it in. "Not really, but I'm fine. I just got a report that they are sending an assassin to help us. I do not know who they will be sending."

That peaked my curiosity. "A field tested assassin, or a newbie? I hope that it is not the latter."

She laughed. "No, they said they are tested. I will feel better when they get here."

Shaun looked over at us. The man grated on my nerves most of the time, but I had to deal with worse at the bar. "Oh, more people, wonderful. And where will they stay? Only a few rooms are useable in this place."

"Calm down Shaun. Just because you enjoy books more than a human does not mean you get to be sour puss. Get over it. I would personally like another to talk to. Not that you guys aren't great rays of sunshine most of the time." Rebecca rolled her eyes at the red head.

"Hey! I am usually in a good mood, unless I am stuck in that damn machine all day." I glared at her, but not mean like. I knew it was all in good fun.

Rebecca smirked. "Uh huh. When you are not running around the town as well. At least you get to leave this hole." She turned her blue eyes on Lucy.

Lucy shrugged. "Get out if you want, but I am not watching Baby for you. That is your machine."

The brunette snorted. "Yeah, yeah. You are just lucky I love my Baby." She patted the chair next to her.

The damned machine was the bane of my existence. I hated what it was doing to my mind. I was having problems telling my memories from the memories of Ezio, and that of Altair. That's what drove Subject 16 to madness and eventually painting the walls in my cell at Abstergo, in his own blood. I did not want that to happen to me.

I did not let anyone know how bad the illusions were, or the memory overlap was. I never let on that I was slowly losing what little sanity I had.

"Hey Desmond. Earth to Desmond."

I turned and looked at Rebecca. "Yeah? Sorry, lost in thought."

"Must be some deep thoughts. You had a vacant look in your eyes." Rebecca looked him in the face.

I waved her off. "Can't be too deep. Just ask Shaun, I am a heathen." I grinned at the other man.

"You are that. Now, I have important work to get to, and I believe you have a date with a chair, Desmond." He turned back to his maps.

I groaned. I did not want to go back in that damned thing yet. I was enjoying reality. I was about to open my mouth to protest when a throwing knife embedded itself into the wall behind me. "Wow, you guys bicker more than my companions."

All four of us turned and looked at the person standing in the doorway. She smiled at me as she made her way down to us. "Who the hell are you?" I watched her carefully, not knowing who she was.

"Calm yourself Desmond Miles. I was sent by the guild." She stopped in front of me. Her gray eyes were hard. "My name is Alanna, and that's all you need to know."

Her voice and face seemed familiar, but I could not place it. She watched me like a hawk as I looked at her. "Have I seen you before?" The words stopped the woman in her tracks. I watched her eyes open a little wider. "You look really familiar."

She recovered quickly. "Most likely it was because I was there when Abstergo took you. I was part of the security team that was there." She walked over to the Animus. "So this is the Animus."

Rebecca looked at her. "Yeah, it is."

"Huh. I hate technology. Nothings more personal than assassinating someone the old fashion way. A knife to the back or neck." She smiled. "Anyway, I was sent here to help you keep Abstergo off your asses while you find the POE. I am just here for security."

She was different from Lucy, Shaun, or Rebecca. I could no shake the feeling that I knew her not from that day at the bar, but from long ago. Looking at her face, I thought I could see the rooftops of Masyaf, feel the hot desert air. She frowned at me as I explained the leap to her.

"Come on, I cannot make that. I know I am supposed to, but I am not like you. I have not been doing this for years." She shook her head.

"Desmond!"

Someone yelled my name, and I blinked my eyes. Everyone was staring at me. "Sorry. I was somewhere else for a minute. What did you say?" I was losing it. Slowly and effectively losing my mind. "I think I was having another flashback of Altair."

Lucy looked at me. She had that look in her eyes. Pity. I did not want pity. I wanted my life back. "I think you are done with the Animus for the day. Maybe you need to rest."

I nodded. Maybe some rest would be good. I said my goodbyes and headed out of the sanctuary. I was curious about the vision I had. Was it really her or was it just maybe her ancestor? I wanted to know. I had to know.

As I reached my room, something in me told me to take a walk. No one would ever know. Like I'm the guy to be listening to the things in my head, but I did it anyway. Out the side window and down to the ground, I ran over to the wall and jumped. I didn't know where I was heading, but I just ran. It was like a piece of heaven to just run.

I turned the corner just in time to see a door shut. Wait! No one was supposed to be in the town. As quietly as I could I got to the door. My hand was on the handle when it flew open; someone grabbed the front of my hoodie, pulled me in, and slammed me up against the wall.

"Who are you boy? Speak quickly."

That voice. Oh shit! I really am losing my mind. I looked at the face that belonged to the voice. Amber colored eyes bore into mine. I looked into the face of Altair Ibn La-Ahad, a man who had been dead for 900 and some odd years. I couldn't help it. I screamed.

I loved that part. Well, wouldn't you do the same thing if you just saw someone that you thought was dead and you were losing you mind? Thank you for all the new reveiws. I promise I will get back into the swing if things. Weekends are terribly busy at my house. I had eight kids in my house on Friday night, then five on Saturday, and I was cleaning the house yesterday. It hasn't left much time. Sorry. I will hopefully get another chapter done today. (Crossing my fingers and toes) Until later.