Oh my God! I am so sorry for the very, very late update. I just have not had the time. Well, I am going to make the time. I will not promise anything, because with my crazy life, I can never hold it. Now, on with the chapter.

Desmond

"Come on Old Man, we have been through this. I have only had eleven years of training. I cannot pull off stunts like that!" I knew I was whining, but damn it, the man would have killed me by now if he could.

"And you are acting like a spoiled princess. In my day you had to learn this without the aid of being immortal. You cannot die and if you break something, you are fine in a few days. Suck it up and do it again." Altair glared at me from behind the sword.

I glared back, but raised the sword as well. "And why in hell do I have to learn to use a sword? They are out of date and I cannot carry one on my hip like you could in your day as Grandmaster."

He came at me, sword at ready and clashed his against mine. Sparks flew down the blades as the metal grated against each other. I held my ground, but my arms were already sore from clashing with him for at least an hour now. He backed up a few steps and swung around again, causing me to jump back from having my insides on the outside.

"You need the basic skills of a sword to know how to handle any blade. That is why I can best you with a dagger or even the hidden blade." He switched the grip on the hilt and came at me once more.

I blocked his advice and charged him, placing him on the defense. "This is ridiculous! You know I can do this, but I have not had almost a thousand years to master this."

His speed was incredible, and he avoided all of my strikes. "You are too slow, boy." He slid backwards and brought the sword back to the ready. "You must anticipate your opponent's movements and thoughts. You must be on top at all times."

Throwing the sword down in disgust. "You want too much from all of us. You want us to BE like you, but we can't. I am Desmond, Ezio is Ezio, and Alanna is…." I let that trail off because I did not know who she was anymore.

"Want to finish that?" He let the sword rest at his side, but I knew he wanted to use it on me.

"I don't know how to finish that. She is Alanna, but at the same time she isn't. How else to you want me to put it." I headed for the door, until I felt the cool steel of his blade against my neck.

"Walk out that door, and I will run you through. You will pick back up that sword and you will practice. I will not be saving your ass at every turn." He growled at me.

I was not about to let him bully me. "No, go shove it up your ass, Altair." I took another step towards the exit. "I am tired of you telling me what to do. Just because you are the oldest and have the most training does not make you better than anyone."

The sword left the tender flesh of my neck and I inwardly sighed in relief. I did not know if he would actually run me through or not. It was a gamble that it took and won. I was glad for that. I was wearing one of my favorite shirts.

"You may have won this round, but you will be trained. Like it or not, Boy, you should know these things." He glared at me with hooded eyes.

I knew this was not a war I had won. That had just begun. I did not know when he would strike next, but it was coming, and it would be hard.

As I opened the barn door, I heard the sound of gravel crunching under tires. No one was supposed to be coming. Ezio was not to be here for another two days. I exited into the bright sun, and looked down the driveway. An older pickup, beaten and had seen better days, rolled up the long road that separated the house from the main street.

"Altair, I think you need to get out here. There is someone coming up the drive." I yelled back into the cavernous barn.

He stepped into the sunlight. His sword shone in the morning sun. "Who the hell is that?"

I shook my head. "I have no clue. That was why I told you to get out here. I thought they were coming for you."

We must have drawn the same conclusion, at the same time, because we both took off for the house. They had to be here for Alanna, but no one knew where she was. Altair had covered all tracks leading back to this place. It was under a different name, because it had been 'sold' ten years ago. He wanted a safe haven for us to go to.

Making it to the door, he ran in first and I followed. Alanna looked up from her place in her favorite chair, book now lying open on her curled up legs. "What is going on with you two?" Concern shone in their gray depths as she watched us.

"There is someone coming up the drive. You need to get upstairs and stay there until we get rid of them." Altair held out his hand to her, but she just stared at him.

"Huh?" She closed her book, and sat it on the small table next to her. She unfurled her legs and stood. "What are you going on about?"

He looked at me. "Take her upstairs and do not let her come down. Do you understand?"

I nodded and advanced on the female, but her glare stopped me dead in my tracks. "Touch me Desmond, and I swear I will make your life a living hell." She then turned those stormy eyes on him. "So help me, Altair, if you do not start telling me something, I am going to… to… Oh I don't know what I will do to you, but it will not be nice."

He grabbed her arm and she attempted to pull away, to no avail. "You are going to get upstairs right now. Do not fight me on this, please."

I heard the concern in his voice. She was the only one he gave away any emotion for. Her eyes widened and slowly, her head nodded. He released her, but before she took a step, I heard the brakes and the gravel stop crunching. A door opened, and Altair pushed Alanna behind him.

A shadow fell upon the porch as the person walked up to the door. "Alanna? Hey Al, you here?"

I looked at Altair. He was watching the door. Alanna shook her head, like she was trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind. "I know that voice. I know who that is."

She ran for the door. We followed. When we were outside, I saw Alanna wrapping her arms around the man's neck. Altair stood there, seething, and I was not far behind.

A moment later, they let go of each other, both smiling. "Alanna, it is good to see you after all these years. You have not changed a bit."

She giggled and blushed. "Neither have you. Staying out of trouble?"

"You know me, not really." He smiled at her, and my hatred for this man grew.

A shadow passed over Alanna's face, and her smile fell. "Not really. I have something to tell you. I have a few problems with my memories. All I can recall is your name, and that was because I remembered it yesterday." Her eyes casted to her feet. "I am sorry, Conner."

Conner? No, that cannot be. I took a step forward. "Conner? As in Conner Kenway?"

The new guy arched a dark eyebrow at me. "I haven't been called that in a few years. How do you know who I am?"

This was going to be a bad day. "I know you, because I am descended from you."

Alanna

I looked back at Desmond and then at Conner. His hazel eyes widened, and looked at me. "You have got to be kidding me."

"I wish it wasn't. Come on in. We will try to explain things to you." I turned on my heels and almost did a face plant into Altair's chest. I raised my eyes to his face and saw murder in his golden orbs. Murder for Conner that is.

I looked back at Desmond. "Why don't you go on in and show Conner around. I need to talk to Altair for a minute. Is that alright?"

The younger man nodded and smiled at me. "Sure." He turned his brown eyes onto the new guy. "Come on. I had better put some coffee on. Hope you like it."

"I will drink it, but it is not my drink of choice. You have any pop?" They walked into the house together and left me on the front porch with Altair.

Looking down at the ground, I wrung my hands in front of me. I did not know what to say, but he took the first step. "What do you remember of him?"

Raising my eyes from the fascinating spot on the porch, I looked at him. "Not much. I know I was with him for a time. We were partners, friends. I helped him and he helped me. I think he found out what I was early on, but kept it to himself. He never told anyone. Other than that, I don't remember."

I really didn't. The memories that I did have were so scattered and warped. I had not a clue as to what pieces went where and what happened in between the times I could not recall. The years were jumbled in my head, and I could not get them in order.

I could feel the tears come again. I had cried so much since coming here. I don't know why, but some of the memories were painful to relive. I guess he saw the tears begin to trail silently down my cheeks, because one moment I was standing there, then the next I was in his arms. His scent filled my nose and I felt calm once more. Only he could that to me.

His hand found my hair and his cheek rested on the top of my head. "I am sorry for thinking what I did. I know you do not remember, but you seemed to know him better than you know myself or Desmond."

I bit back a sob. I did seem to remember more of Conner than them. Why was that? Was it because my mind did not want me to remember them right now? Or was it more? I didn't know what it was. "Altair, I am so confused. What if there was something between us? What if he wants to rekindle that?"

He raised my face to look at him. "What do you feel?"

"I…" To tell you the truth, I did not know. I had so many thoughts running through my already scattered mind, that I did not take my feeling into consideration. "I don't have feeling for him. I do not feel anything but friendship for him. I only have feelings for one, and that is you."

A small smile came to his lips and I could tell it was genuine because it reached his eyes. "And I you, Alanna. Only you."

Then, the moment I had been waiting for came. He lowered his head, and I readied myself. My mind shut down, but I could hear that inner voice cheering like they were at a football game. I knew in my heart this was what I wanted. I wanted him to kiss me.

"I see you guys are getting closer."

My eyes flew open and I looked at him. A dark look passed over his eyes. "And you still know how to ruin a moment, Ezio."

The Italian laughed. "Yes, yes I do."

The mood was ruined. I wanted to smack the smile right off Ezio's face. "Now that he is here, would you like to go in and get the interrogation of Conner over with?"

That was something that caught the other man's attention. "Conner? Who the hell is Conner? And why am I the last to know?"

"Because you are the last to arrive and the last to get in line. That is why." Altair touched my shoulder and smirked at me. "Later, I promise."

I stomach did a flip flop at his crooked lip. If I could, I would have turned into a puddle right then and there. "Okay."

We walked into the house and into the room. Desmond and Conner looked up from there place on the couch. "You two have a good talk?" I could hear the hate in Des' voice, but I was not about to let it ruin my mood.

"Yeah, I would say we did." I smiled back at the man behind me. I then turned to Ezio. "Now that everyone is here, I think a few things need to be explained. Well the things I can remember."

Conner stood and held out his hand to Ezio. "Conner, and you are?"

The Italian's eyes turned to me. "I guess a few explanations need to come out now. Conner, you may want to sit down." The hazel eyed man cocked an eyebrow, but sat back down. "The man next to you is Desmond Miles. He is your descendent. Don't freak. It's not a new thing around here. The man to my right is Ezio Auditore da Firenze, and the man right here," I reached for Altair's hand, and he took it. "Is my old Grandmaster, Altair Ibn-La'Ahad."

"Whoa! Hold on a minute. They are famous! I even know who they are and I was not much into the history of the Guild. They are immortal?" Conner's eyes almost bugged out of his head.

I heard a chuckle leave Ezio. "Yes, we are immortal. They were the firsts." He pointed to myself and Altair.

"Now that is out in the open. What has brought you here, Conner?" I had to know why he was here.

He sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair. "I have something that is yours. You gave it to me many years ago and now it is time to bring it back to you." He stood and grabbed the bag he had brought with him. Out of the bag came a book and a golden orb. "You said to bring this to you in fifty years. To come here."

I did not know what to say. Since having no memories, I did not recall telling anyone anything. "I'm sorry, Conner, but I don't remember."

He chuckled. "This book should help you a bit then. It is your memoirs. I have not read it. It was not for my eyes. For some reason, you sat down and penned this around a hundred years ago and told me to hold on to it for you." He held it out and I gently took it.

Pulling it to my chest, I smiled. Now, I would have many questions answered. "Thank you so much."

We now have the five immortals. Yes, five, but something is going to go really wrong, really fast. Apple + assassins= Bad news for many. See ya later.