AN: I haven't updated in so long! I'm so sorry! Family, study, test, repeat. It's been so busy. I hope you still enjoy this chapter though.

Chapter 5

Gavin's POV

I woke up pressed against something warm. I started panicking, not sure if I should be worried or relieved. I opened my eyes and looked up, seeing Shaun's face. His arms were wrapped around me, and his head was resting on the top of mine.

I listened closely to his breathing, relishing the moment. AH! Jesus! The floor is cold!

I looked around the space we were in, remembering that we were in the van. I noticed Desmond asleep on the animus chair (They had told me what it was beforehand), and Rebecca was asleep in a sleeping bag against the wall of the van. I sat up and got up to stretch my legs a bit, albeit not much. Shaun woke up and looked up at me.

"Oh, you're up", he said, sitting up as well.

"Yeah, just woke up.", I say, crouching down frog style to stretch my legs a bit more in the confined space. I noticed Shaun looking at my leg, where the material was stretched tight due to the way my legs were bent. I blushed and stood up, avoiding his gaze. I walked over to him and sat down next to him, pulling my legs to my chest and resting my head on top of them. Shaun put his arm around me, snuggling into my shoulder.

"Hey, none of that. I just woke up!", I say, already feeling him trying to pull me back into a laying position.

"Well, who knows how long we'll be here? Just go back to sleep. We might need the rest."

I sigh, looking at him. He had a droopy look in his eyes, like he was about to pass out.

"Fine, I'll lay with you. But I'm not going to sleep. Too alert.", I reply, giving into his pleading eyes.

"Thank you.", he said lovingly as I laid down and he wrapped his arms around me.

"Yeah, yeah, you're lucky I love you"

He hummed into my back, snuggling closer.

Later on, we woke up to a bright light. I looked up to see the doors of the van being opened. I crawled(he had a grip like a vice) out of Shaun's arms and stood up.

Shaun 2 was opening the doors, peering in to see the situation. As soon as he saw me his expression darkened.

"What? Do I have something on my face? OH NO, is it sleep marks! I hate those!", I say, clawing at my face and feigning pure devastation.

He looked at me very confused.

"You are a very strange child", he says, climbing into the back to wake up Desmond and Rebecca.

"Yeah well, it's nice to see you too, princess", I say, rousing Shaun.

He glares at me for the princess comment, and then vigorously shakes Desmond 2's shoulder, startling him from sleep. He then wakes up Rebecca, a lot more gently, I note.

What does this Shaun have against Desmond?

I hop out the back, stretching my arms high above my head. The next thing I know, I feel arms wrap around me.

"GAH!", I say, struggling.

In my panic, a burst of energy shoots from my hand, lifting a rock in the air. I sweep my hand in a throwing direction, and yep, I can use telekinesis. The arms let go, and I turn around to see who grabbed me.

"SHAUN! What the hell? Why'd you do that!", I say, staring at Shaun's bewildered face.

"Well, um, you looked cute, and I…", he trails off, still looking startled about the rock.

Cue facepalm. I actually slapped my face so hard it was audible to Desmond 2, who looked around for danger.

"Well, please, next time don't startle me, who knows what could've just happened?"

"What originally happened?", Lucy 2 said, coming from around the van.

"Stupidity and telekinesis, that's what", I say, narrowing my eyes at Shaun.

"Teleki-who-what?", Desmond said.

"Tele-ki-nee-sis, Desmond. The ability to move things with one's mind. Why exactly are we talking about it?", Shaun 2 said.

To demonstrate, I lift the van a good 10 feet off the ground. Everyone stares at me incredulously, then at the van. I also feel something else. The feeling of rising. My senses!

Except something's different. After my vision turns, my clothes start to sparkle.

"Oh please! I don't want to be a vampire!", I whine.

Suddenly, there' a big flash, and when I look down, my clothes are a light blue, or white, remember my vision? Anyway, I'm wearing what seems to be pure white Khaki's and a pure white simple hoodie with a black design of a wolf with wings on the front. My vision reverts back to normal and I realize that my clothes are in fact, white.

Everyone is looking at me even more bewildered. Then Shaun 2 gives a start.

He rushes over to me and inspects the design on the front with extreme interest. I notice Shaun look at him in anger out of the corner of my eye.

"I know this design!", he says," It's the design of an ancient branch of assassins! The…what was it? Oh yeah, the Realakra!"

"Realakra?", I ask, backing up due to the proximity. In a flash he grabs my wrist and spins me around.

"ACK! What are you doing!" I stumble forward a bit because of the speed.

"Mhm, just as I thought, an eagle."

He lets go of the hoodie and I turn around. He's writing something in a notebook I hadn't seen before.

"Hmm, yes. Altair Ibn La-Ahad and Carter Gregn Realak have had past meetings, usually to discuss the fate of the Realakra, Carter's family. They were extremely powerful, and not just through politics. The Realakra were said to be born differently, like a sort of magic was involved. The winged wolf is the Realakra insignia, as the eagle is Altair's symbol. The mix on your hoodie seems to mean one thing.", he says, pointing to different parts in the notebook to prove his point.

"And that is?", Shaun asks.

"Gavin here is a descendant of Altair and the Realaks."

Shaun's POV

What? Gavin is a descendant of two very powerful families? This is something new, but perfectly describes the situation. Well, in his mind it does. He keeps thinking on this situation while they are moving everything into the strange chamber after Desmond(AN: Shaun's mind doesn't work like Gavin's. He feels no need to separate the duplicates in his memory. Sorry if this confused you in chapter four) had opened a passage to it.

When night hits, Shaun and Desmond go out to do their separate tasks, Gavin starts to draw. Apparently, he had said something about missing it, and Lucy had the compassion to give him hers and a few pencils. Currently, he was drawing a sword, but it looked cracked. It looked oddly like his favorite sword that he had drawn at his house in their world.

"Hey, what's that?", I inquire as I sit next to him.

"It's this worlds version of the sword I drew back home. I don't know why, but when I tried to draw it, it came out like this. Fragmented, cracked, and evil-looking."

I looked again, and noticed something else. It looked like a picture of a sword has seen on my copy's board thing. I put my arm around Gavin again, and he gives a little grunt of protest, as he was drawing and the motion had jarred his hand, making a thick long line.

"Dangit Shaun! Now I have to redraw the hilt…", he said, obviously enjoying the closeness and not truly mad.

I pulled him in tighter and kissed him, holding like that for 5 seconds before breaking for air.

"Well, that was sudden", he said, blushing.

"I haven't been able to do that since we got here. I thought it was about time."

His blush deepens, and I pull him against my chest and between my legs. I rest my chin on top of his head.

He continues drawing, and I admire his work from above.

THIS IS FANTASTIC! Just now my mom told me testing is over! No more studying and testing! Family, School, Write, REPEAT! WOOHOOO!