After we calmed down, Shaun and I went and sat back in our spot behind the wooden fences. I sat facing him while he laid in the soft grass. I picked at the blades of grass while he stared up at the stars. We didn't have to talk, it was just nice to be alone together without anyone to interrupt us. I peeked at him through my bangs every once in a while. For once, Shaun didn't look stressed or preoccupied. He just looked peaceful. He looked over at me and smiled genuinely, patting the spot beside him.
"Come here," he beckoned and I couldn't resist if I wanted to. He pulled me into his arms and I rested my head on his shoulder.
"How do you feel?" I asked him and looked up. His face was starting to swell a little already.
"My nose is killing me but as long as you're here I'll be happy," He said, making me blush.
"God, I almost like the snarky Shaun better," I giggled as he squeezed me a little.
"I can't ever be mean to you," Shaun told me. "Do you know how long a broken nose takes to heal?"
"The all knowing Shaun finally doesn't know something!" I gasped as a joke and Shaun laughed. "You'll be fine in three or four days."
"I'm a historian not a medical textbook," He said with a smirk. "Do you get broken a lot?"
"Actually yes," I replied. "I used to break a lot of bones back in the day."
"What on earth did you do to yourself?!" Shaun asked, concerned.
"Concerts," I answered easily. "Those crowds are dangerous you know."
"You're crazy," He told me.
"Yeah, but now you're stuck with me," I giggled and relaxed more against him.
Even though he was the injured one, Shaun ended up helping me back to the cellar. I chucked a few ice packs in the cooler before he walked me back to my room.
"No more fights with Des, okay?" I said and took Shaun's hands.
"I can't promise you that," Shaun smirked.
"Try? For me?" I asked and tried to be cute.
"I'll try," Shaun groaned and hugged me. "I'll see you at breakfast."
Rebecca didn't really pester me with questions tonight as I slipped into my sleeping bag. I couldn't really sleep and I looked at my watch to see it was like two in the morning. Everything after that seemed to move in slow motion. There was a rather loud beeping noise and Rebecca lept up. Everyone was packing things up and rushing around. I was in charge of sleeping bags and stuff and rolled them as fast as I could. We shoved everything in the back of our van and climbed in as Shaun sped away from the cellar.
"What's going on?" I asked, incredibly confused and completely awake now.
"The Templars hit some kind of clue that we were there," Rebecca explained to me. "We usually take that as our clue to leave and hide somewhere else."
"I say we go back to Montigerroni," Desmond said. "They likely have given up on there."
"That's not a half bad idea Desmond," Shaun replied thoughtfully. "Look at who's brain grew to the size of a walnut!"
"Yeah, yeah," Desmond brushed him off and sulked. I pulled my feet up and wrapped my arms around them and tried to get some sleep.
A couple hours later, I was woken up by the van stopping. I slowly opened my eyes to see Shaun hopping out of the driver's seat and running to open the back doors. We all got out and I realised we were still in France.
"Time to use your language skills doll face," Desmond said so I kicked him pretty hard in the stomach before walking away.
"Shut your mouth or I'll keep shutting it for you," I told him without looking back. "And next time I'll aim lower."
Everyone got that I wasn't too happy at the moment so they followed quietly, except for Rebecca. She jogged up beside me and started whispering.
"Don't let him get to you," she told me. "He's a pig."
"I know," I sighed. "But what do I need to do? Let him walk in on me and Shaun? Chop off his balls?"
"I think the first one would scar him more," She laughed. "Chopping off his nuts would be like free birth control."
"Good thinking," I laughed and we got to a little diner.
I spoke politely to the woman and the counter and realised she didn't speak English so I was going to be the only one talking. I sat at a booth beside Shaun and Desmond, William and Rebecca sat opposite us.
"Why do we have to be squished?" Desmond complained. "Can't you just sit on Shaun?"
"I could but I like watching you suffer," I smiled and leaned against Shaun while he laughed.
"You're sharper than I gave you credit for," Shaun said, still laughing.
"I've always been quick witted," I answered. "I made a boy cry once in school because he was being an idiot."
"What did you say to him?" Rebecca asked curiously.
"I would rather not say," I said as the waitress came with our drinks.
I ordered for everyone and the waitress complimented me on my French before leaving again. For a minute it almost felt like we were normal people getting lunch but I knew better than that. I was still pretty tired from the whole trip so I probably fell asleep on Shaun a couple times before we ate. We ate quickly, not wanting to give Abstergo any time to catch up with us. William paid and we walked back to the van.
"Shaun, I'll drive," William said. "You should get some sleep."
"I'm not going to argue," Shaun said as he climbed into the back with me and Rebecca. Desmond sat up front with William. Shaun ended up putting a blanket on the floor and pulled me down with him.
"Why," I whined while Rebecca laughed.
"Because I need someone to keep me warm," Shaun mumbled, his eyes already closed.
"It's good to know that's all you like me for," I scoffed.
"No, I like you for your mind too," Shaun opened his eyes to wink at me. "And it doesn't hurt that you're gorgeous."
"Stop trying to piss off Desmond," I told him and watched him smirk evilly. "And if you meant it, thank you."
"I did mean it," he said, closing his eyes again. I laid my head on his shoulder before trying to get some sleep too.