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"...and one chocolate doughnut." The kid said, pointing at the doughnut behind you. You rolled your eyes. Why do people point? You knew what a chocolate doughnut looked like!

"Anything else?" You sighed, handing him the doughnut. His eyes lit up as he grabbed it. He handed you a five dollar bill.

"No, ma'am. You can have the change!" He shouted, running out of the store. You held the money as looked at it.

"So...the total is 3.15. Subtract 5... My money is 1.85. Cool." You smiled. You glance at the clock and you had one more minutes of your shift.

Yes. You worked at Dunkin Doughnuts. You got free doughnuts for free, though. So it wasn't a really bad job.

"Sir." You said, standing straighter, noticing your boss. He chuckled.

"You can go home now, (y/n). And take your doughnut." He said, pointing behind you. And there was your pet peeve again.

"Thank you sir. Have a nice night." You smiled. He returned it and walked back into the kitchen, probably to scold a worker. You turned around and looked through the choices.

You picked up your favorite doughnut and grabbed a napkin. And secretly took another two because you were a rebel. You carefully placed it onto the napkin and walked out.

Even though it was nighttime, your neighborhood was a safe one. Besides, Dunkin Doughnuts was right next to your house.

"Ah, where are my keys..." You mumbled, patting your pockets. You groaned.

You left it inside. You kept and emergency key in the rocks.

You hummed as you dug around for a bit and you found it. You cheered.

"Hah! I can finally eat dinner." You sighed, slamming the door shut. You dropped your bag into the basket you kept and walked into the kitchen. You opened the refrigerator and looked around.

"Macaroni....a sandwich...food from a month ago...I'll just eat the sandwich." You chuckled. You grabbed it and smelled it, making sure it wasn't spoiled.

You sat down onto your table and whipped out your phone, checking for messages. None.

You chewed quietly and you got bored. You sighed and walked around your lonely house, poking for something to do. You walked into your bedroom and sat down onto your computer chair. Youlooked over to your side and you stared at it.

It was your Xbox/PS3. You haven't used the old thing in awhile. It has a lot of dust on top. Your cousin would've freaked out. He hated dirty things.

You curiously sat in front of it and turned it on. You grabbed the remote for the TV and turned that on too.

You hummed as you signed in, patiently waiting for what game was inside the console.

"...Assassin's Creed?" You asked, bewildered. You grabbed the nearest case and examined it.

"I don't recall owning this game- Oh wait. I bought at GameStop. I wanted Brotherhood, but it wasnt there. Nevermind." You laughed and grabbed the controller. You pressed 'play' and began to see where you left off.

The main menu popped up and asked which saved data you wanted to pick. You rolled your eyes.

"If there is only one, why don't you stop asking?" You sighed, picking the only one. Your reason didn't make much sense either, but it was just too long of a reason.

"Wait a moment! I have to get into the mood!" You cried out, running to your closet. You changed out of your current clothes and switched into some shorts and an Assassin's Creed shirt. And a hoodie. You had to do this.

"So I have the shirt. And I have to pull up the hood." You smiled, flipping on the hoodie. You pulled it down lower and started to play again.

"...I finished the game already?" You coughed. You pulled a confused face as you pulled the pause menu.

"I'll go play the Soloman's Temple mission. Seeing Malik pissed was funny. And that innocent Kadar. Such a mission can't be skipped." You laughed, waiting for it to load.

You did tear up a bit at the end if the mission, but you bursted out laughing to calm yourself.

~*~*~*~*~ A lot of missions later ~*~*~*~*~

"Whoa. Al Maulim. Calm your tits, man. Let Altair fight!"

"Whoa again!"

"Attack faster!"

"Wait."

"That's depressing." You sighed, witnessing the end. You dropped back onto the carpet.

"Wouldn't it be cool to just, I don't know, jump into the game? I'd get a hidden blade, stalk all the assassins and excuse myself saying it was practice!" You giggled.

"But the beggars." A voice called. You sprang up, startled.

"Who's there?! Answer me!" You shouted, clutching your controller. It could be a weapon.

"No one." It laughed. You grit your teeth.

"I swear. When I find you, you're dead." You cried out. You didn't cry really.

"Boo."

You turned around, ready to hit it, but something hit your head and you black out.

Sure did hurt, though.

And you could've sworn it dragged you into your TV.

Awesome day for an awesome adventure.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Dear...dear. Oh my. My head hurts..." You groaned, grabbed your head and opening your eyes.

"...wait. Is this...hay?" You questioned, grabbing and confirming your suspicion.

"Shhh- Wait, what are you doing here?!" A voice hissed. It wasn't the same voice. You looked around and saw-

You gasped.

"Altair?" You shouted, hopping out of the hay. He hissed and kept inside. You were gawking at the hay, attracting a lot of attention of the citizens.

"Is she an assassin?"

"She can't be. She's too loud."

"But she wears the hood!"

"It ends at her waist. Mmm."

You flushed and hopped inside. Weirdly, it was really easy to do so. Gravity must be different here.

Altair realized this and released his hidden blade and pressed it against your throat.

"Stay your blade from an innocent, Altair!" You cried out. This time, you were really scared. He could easy kill you, but the rule applies.

"You're not exactly innocent if you know me." He growled, pressing harder. A bit a blood rose from your neck as you whimpered. He frowned, but kept it there.

"Don't hurt me!" You pleaded, puppy-eyeing him. He looked away.

"That doesn't work." He rolled his eyes. His irritation clearly showing.

"Take me to Malik." You stated, forgetting about your plead and bordering on his patience.

"How do you know Malik?"

"I seem to know a lot about everyone. Would be a shame if all of my useful facts go to the Templars."

"Now that you mention it...How do I know that you're not a Templar spy?" He asked suspiciously.

"Please take me to Malik...and I'll answer every question you have!" You gulped, watching him contemplate. His hidden blade sheathing and unsheathing in a threatening way.

A few seconds passed as he decided. He nodded slowly, albeit warily as he sheathed the hidden blade again. He got up and roughly pulled you up too. You flinched.

"Ouch." You cringed. He didn't reply. He firmly grabbed your wrist and he took off.

"Too fast!" You protested, trying to keep up. You looked at your side and strangely enough, you had a small, brown bag with you. You'll check it later. And you recognized it too. It was your...satchel. You hated purses, sad to say.

He didn't answer, and you swear he ran faster. No doubt he was smirking.

He led you through the halls as you heard many other assassins whisper and gossip about 'the weird lady with weird clothes'. Seriously, these guys gossip more than your co-workers.

"Get inside." He ordered, opening the door and pointing to a chair. You walked in cautiously, turning your head around sometimes to watch Altair.

"Who is this?" A voice with a snappy tone...snapped. You chuckled. And here was Malik.

"Hey Malik!" You cheered, waving a hand to him. He have a horrified look.

"You novice! Do you give her our names?!" He cried, running over. He looked like he was going to slap the shi-

Sugar out of Altair. No swearing.

"No, I didn't. She knows a lot about us. I don't have a clue who she is!" Altairhissed in response. Malik folded his single arm.

"Ask her."

"Ask her what?"

Malik groaned and turned to look at you.

"What's my name?"

"Malik."

"...what's my occupation here?"

"A former Dai in Jerusalem. Now works as Altair's right hand man. Literally."

"Damn. Uh-"

Altair cut him off. "Enough. I want to see what you know about me."

You grinned and nodded your head. You has no idea why you didn't try to escape. They didn't even tie you down like in the games and books! You were having too my fun anyway to escape.

"Bring it."

"Rank?"

"Former Master Assassin and now Grandmaster."

"Sword carving?"

"Eagle."

"Translation to my name?"

"Last name? Well, it's 'son of none'."

"The day I wear a slightly darker sash?" Altair asked smugly. You snickered.

"Wow. I didn't know you were such a fashionable man. I bet you it's Friday." You laughed. He cursed.

"Altair, you wear different sashes?" Malik asked, peeking to see what color he was currently wearing. Altair growled.

"No." He groaned. Malik shrugged and faced you.

"It proves that you know a lot about us. Now I will ask you questions." He hummed. You sighed and nodded.

"What is your name?" He asked, staring into your eyes.

"(Y/n)."

"What place are you from?"

"I come from (country name)."

"That's far- Have I heard of this place?"

"Maybe? I'm not sure if it was even called that then. I should've paid more attention in school."

He rolled his eyes.

"Now for the most important question. How did you come here and what year are you from? Your clothes prove something from another time." He chuckled, looking at your clothes.

"I don't know how I got here...I just remeber blacking out. And I came from the year 2013." You answered, looking at a bored Altair. Malik nodded.

"Why do you wear our insignia?" Altair asked. "It's a bit...well. It makes you an easy target for Templars."

You laughed. "I am not from your time! And...we don't have Templars or Assassins like you guys."

Malik looked startled. "What do you mean? 'Dont have Templars or Assassins'? Are we gone in your time?" He asked, alarmed. Altair looked pretty startled, too.

"No...you guys are from a game. In a game, a dew are left, yes and I'll just wake up and this never happened. Wish it won't though." You laughed dryly. Malik stopped freaking out.

"What do you mean? This is really happening." He answers. You glared.

"Stop lying. I'll believe you when I see the Apple." You huffed, standing up. Neither if the men cared. For all you knew, they could be awesome cosplayers and they sounded for the part.

"This?" Altair challenged, pulling out the apple and ignoring Malik's glare. You nodded.

"Wow. It's very shiny. And I like shiny things..." You cooed, walking torward it. Altair quickly covered it.

"Well, you proved to be a person that knows a lot about us. What about in a few 400 years?" Altair asked, sitting into the floor. You laughed.

"You have a grandson. His name is Ezio. Technically, you're not related to him, but your next few decendants had a child named Desmond...and I don't know how to explain it." You flushed, swatting your hands. You walked over to Altair's desk and examined the things on his desk.

Altair blinked. "Is he any good at...being related to me?" He asked, clearly interested. You shrugged.

"He was good at the ladies."

"I see."

Malik snickered. "Complete opposite of him." You laughed and agreed. Altair snorted.

"Malik, there's a slight disturbance in the eastern part of Acre. I will need to depart." Altair announced, already moving to his desk and getting his small pack. You followed him curiously.

"Take your friend with you."

"...no."

You gasped and slapped Altair's arm. He didn't even notice.

"Why not Altair?" You whined, repeatedly hitting him. He shoved you off and walked to Malik.

"I believe it maybe a Templar-"

"I said, take her with you." Malik repeated, looking at a pouting human. Altair groaned.

"Fine. If she dies or gets in the way, it's not my fault." Altair grumbled, motions you to follow him. Malik chuckled.

"Yes, but she does seem to know a lot about us. And she's knows who your decendants are too! She proves to be very important to us. Though, we can't trust her fully." Malik hummed, tapping his chin and staring at you.

"My shirt should prove my loyalty." You insisted, running your hand on your shirt. Malik shrugged.

"And you need to change clothes."

"What."

Altair smirked. "We can't have you wearing whatever that is. Your hood is fine, but the rest of your garb is very strange."

Malik smiled. "There are novice robes we have. Plenty. Follow me." Malik waved, walking out the door and watching you follow him.

His long strides were fast and quick. You had to jog to keep up.

"What if I go back to my time?" You asked, waiting for an answer. He turned to the left and into the supply room.

"The robes are yours. We can't get it anyway." He reminded, searching through the closet for a size.

"Ah...you seem...very...well, you're small."

"That's not nice."

"These robes don't fit." He admitted, handing you the gray robes. You took them excitedly.

"They are the smallest fit. I hope the lose cloth will affect you with any wind resistance." Malik grinned, watching you pet the cloth in awe.

"The cloth is quite nice-"

"It's rough." You complained. You swore the cloth looked like silk. Or even a dyed leather. You couldn't tell what the heck this was. Malik sighed.

"I can bet Altair is waiting for you. It's a great honor to travel with the Grandmaster. Don't mess this up." Malik warned, shaking his finger, and with that, he left.

"I better find a place to change." You laughed nervously. You looked around.

"But there's no one here..." You chuckled nervously again.

So you changed. In broad daylight and view.

You fidgeted. Malik wasn't lying; this thing was loose! You shifted around, trying to get comfortable.

"I see that you have changed."

You spun around. You sighed.

"Oh. Altair. Yes...it's a strange fit." You giggled, waving your hand. He suddenly grabbed your wrist and held it tightly.

"I need to make changes for the sizes..." He sighed. You rolled your eyes.

"Sizes? We should get to the horses!" You cheered excitedly. You burst from his grasp and ran to the stables. You knew where it was!

Altair could only swear and stare at where you stood.

"You saw her change, Altair?"

"...I did, Malik."

"Quite a sight, was it not?"

"I'll leave now." Altair said hurriedly, not facing the amused ex-Dai. Malik could only crack a grin at Altair's retreating figure.

*~*~*~*~*

He couldn't believe it. He had to teach you.

Teach you how to get on a horse.

"Foot first- No! Don't claw the horse-"

"Shut up! Please!" You complained, trying to get on. He could only grunt and cross his arms.

"Look, I'll get on and we'll share a horse!" He ordered, pointing at the ground and ordering you to get off. You glared.

"There are two horses! Why must we share?" You grumbled, getting off.

He fluidly hauled himself up and lent you a hand to grab onto. You grabbed it.

"If you can't get on a horse, you obviously can't control one."

You huffed. "How rude. Anyway, how long is this journey?" You asked, remembering how you would just watch a cutscene and then it'll teleport you to your destination.

Darn people.

You got comfortable on the horse, sitting behind him.

"15 days on foot. It'll take us about half or less." He replied, grabbing the reins.

"Oh, and what will we need to-"

Altair shouted, ordering the horse into a gallop, scaring the day lights out of you. You grabbed his waist and held on for dear life.

"Your hands!" He shouted over the sound of wind. Many citizens yelled and jumped out of the way of the horse. You could grin.

"What?" You yelled back, the wind making his voice die out. He groaned.

"Your hands! They are like a death vice!" He said louder, suddenly holding your left wrist. You blushed.

"Sorry!" You laughed, feeling his chest grumble. You knew he was rolling his eyes.

Once you were out of Masyaf, he slowed his mare into a canter. You relaxed.

"Thank goodness." You sighed, wiping sweat of your forehead. You looked up and sqinted at the sky.

"Wouldn't it be better if we left at dawn?" You asked, noticing the sun set. He hummed.

"You know the basics at least. You are correct. It would be smarter." Altair agreed, nodding his head. You grinned.

"But we need to pass by a guard tower and naturally, it's guarded. We have to sneak past undetected at night." He finished, giving you a grunt. You sighed.

"That's true, but where will we put our horse?" You asked, your animal-loving side appearing. To leave a horse alone to die was horrible!

Altair snickered. He could tell you loved animals. "We will leave it a half of a mile before we reach the tower. Another assassin should come by the next day and get her. We will leave food and water, don't worry." He reassured, craning his neck to look at you.

You smiled. "Good. We will have to walk the rest of the way, right?" You groaned. He chuckled.

"Yes. It's not that bad. You must of done something like this in your time." He hummed, imagining future technology.

You thought for a second. "Nope. I like, walk a few seconds and back. Nothing more." You laughed. Altair furrowed his eyebrows.

"I will not carry you there."

"I know."

"Good."

You giggled. You looked at your side, remembering the pack you had. Satchel!

"I wonder what's inside!" You exclaimed, undoing the clasp. Altair glanced back.

"Inside what?" He asked, alarmed. You could very well pull out a dagger and kill him. He held the reins tighter. You laughed.

"I won't kill you." You assured him. He didn't relax though. You hummed and jammed your hand into the bag.

You pulled out your hand and you found-

"What is that?!" Altair asked, staring at your phone. You laughed.

"Your face!" You cried, smacking his back. He growled.

"What's wrong with my face?! I just asked what that is!" He retorted, jabbing his finger at your phone. You protected it. No one touches your baby.

"It's a communication device." You said simply, shoving it into your satchel again. You fished around trying to find other things.

He stayed silent for the next half hour. You had to stop once to give the poor horse a break and you started again.

"What are you looking for?" Altair questioned, seeing you look inside again. You shrugged.

"Nothing in particular. I just want to see what's inside." You smiled at him. Well, the back of his head.

The more you fished around, the weirder the items got.

Phone.

Wallet.

Water bottle.

...deodorant.

Fork.

Doughnuts. Three of them.

Yeah. You were really confused now.

"I don't know why I have them..." You muttered.

He didn't ask for anything else.

A few minutes later, he stopped the horse. You peeked out from behind him. It was dark? Really?!

"Is that the guard tower?" You asked, awed. He nodded.

"Get off." He ordered, jumping off his horse. You sighed and obeyed.

He didn't say another word as you watched him walk the mare to a secluded spot. He pulled out...a bowl and poured a lot of water into it. He double checked the reigns and stepped back to make a final check. He nodded to himself and walked back to you.

"Did you just pour all of our water?" You said worriedly. To pour all the water for a horse and none for the two of you was absurd. Even if you liked horses...

"I have another one. Calm down. I am not stupid enough to not bring another water skin." He groaned. Really? Why would you think that? He wasn't...

"Oh. Well, what next?" You said eagerly, hopping up and down.

Altair blinked. 'Her attitude changes quickly.' He thought dryly. 'She doesn't realize how dangerous this is. For her only.'

He pressed his fingers to his temple. "We have to sneak undetected, as you know. So be quiet and follow me." He grumbled. You nodded enthusiastically.

Normally, a male speaking to you like that would have made you smack him, but this is Altair. You know exactly what happens to him in his future....but if you were here, would you alter the time? Change the future? You did just tell him about his decendant...

You shook your head. You were dreaming! Maybe.

"Are you ready?" He asked softly, giving a look that said, 'Don't mess this up'.

You nodded excitedly as he turned around again.

He quickly accessed the quickest and quietest route past. He turned to look at you again.

"You sneak past the first guard and hide in that haycart as I dispose of him."

He commanded quietly, pointing at the designated cart. You nodded, a bit nervously.

He noticed as he placed his hand on your shoulder and smirked.

"First you look to excited. Now you're nervous." He said, amused. You scoffed.

"I don't want to die, even if this was a dream. I'll feel the pain and all the negative things..." You sighed. He rolled his eyes.

"You're very...quirky." He said finally. You opened your mouth to protest, but he continued.

"I won't let you die. You prove to be very important. Like Malik said." He added quickly. "Now, go."

You bit your lip as you sneak past. You crossed your fingers as you past the first guard, hoping he wouldn't see you. In a flash, Altair stabbed his back and covered his groan. He dragged the body somewhere else as you gagged.

You saw the hay cart as you jumped in. You prayed the hay sound didn't attract anyone.

Your heart was beating; one from adrenaline and the other for fear. You heard the familiar sound of boots passing you.

Suddenly, a soft 'flump' sound caught your attention.

"Altair?" You whispered, your eyes widening. His familiar golden eyes peered out at you from the hay. You breathed out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Are you ready? We are half way there." He muttered. He was actually a bit proud and surprised that you hadn't been caught.

"Yes." You replied, relief flooding you.

"Ready? Just climb over the brick wall and I'll meet you there." He instructed, nudging you. You nodded.

You slowly climbed out and started to run quickly and quietly to the wall-

Until you ran into the guard posted there.

"Oof!" He huffed, falling back. You twisted your foot as you tried to regain balance and groaned. You swore you hear Altair sigh. You frowned, trying to crawl away in alarm.

Why was it so dark? It wasn't your fault!

"Oh, so it seems we have an intruder here." He guard smirked, lighting a torch and slowly walking your way. You foot ached as you tried and failed to stand. You growled at him.

"If I had a knife right now, it'll be shoved down your throat." You growled, making the slicing motion. He laughed.

"But you don't have a knife! I do. Actually, it's a sword." He smiled evilly, pointing at his sword that he began to unsheath. You looked at the haycart, panicking.

Why wasn't Altair here? He said he wouldn't let you die! Maybe it was a trap...

He didn't trust you enough, so he let you here to die.

You sighed. That was it. That's the answer. Accepting your fate was easy.

"Are you looking for your assassin?" The guard smiled, rest the sword near your leg. You shrugged.

"Yeah. Why? Does it bother you?" You grinned. If you were gonna die in your dreams, why not enjoy the last few minutes? You'll wake up soon.

"No, actually. He's not helping because he left you here." The guard snickered, pressing the sword against your neck. You snarled.

That hurt. So you idea was true. The sucks. He was your favorite assassin, yet he left you here to die.

"Perhaps Connor is a better assassin." You sighed. The guard pressed the sword harder, drawing blood.

"What is this nonsense you are speaking of girl?" He asked, not enjoying your insolent blabber. You gave him an innocent look.

"Ezio is cool too. And Desmond! And that guy in the new game, Edward. Haytham, no. He's nice, but..." You drawled, talking about the characters. The look on the guards face was priceless.

"What? Tell me-" He screamed. Your head snapped up and saw his stunned face and blood pouring out of his mouth in a silent scream. Your eyes widened as you looked down at his stomach.

"Sorry I was late." Altair grinned, shoving the guard's body off his sword. Your eye twitched.

"What?" He asked, wiping the blood off his sword. You glared at him.

"Why? Why were you late? I have blood on my neck!" You whined, gingerly touching your neck and feeling the blood. It wasn't a deep wound, more like a graze.

He silently kneeled to you and grabbed your chin. He tilted your head and examined your neck.

"I'll wrap it later. Maybe not. Your ramble had attracted more guards. We need to leave." He mumbled. You rolled your eyes and pointed at your foot.

"Think I can walk with this foot?" You glared, looking at him. He hummed.

"No."

"Then help me walk." You complained, trying to get up. He shook his head.

"You're too slow. I'll carry you." He said, shaking his head. You sputtered.

"What?!" You blushed, forgetting about 'hating' him. He grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder. You growled when he placed his hand near your behind.

"Get your hand off my butt." You hissed. He chuckled.

"Do you want to fall?" He asked, slipping you further down. You panicked.

"No!"

He smirked. "Good."

You rolled your eyes. He didn't know why you panicked.

The further he slipped you down, the closer your face was to his butt.

And you didn't want that.

He started to run away from the tower and into the desert again. Truthfully, you don't understand why there was a tower in the middle of a desert, but hey. You didn't really care. Logic.

"You have a nice butt. Even though I didn't want to see it, you have a nice one." You complimented. He coughed.

"I see."

"Your butt would would attract the models in my time. You could be a Calvien Klien undergarment model." You hummed.

"Allah is testing me." He sighed. You giggled. He was fun to tease. No wonder why Malik did it so often...

Minutes of silence passed as he carried you across the desert. It was corny, but why would you complain? You get to see Altair. What many girls would kill you for!

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"I just said no."

"Do you know what movie that is from?"

"Movie? What is that?" He asked. You gaped at his...butt.

"A movie is a moving picture sort of thing. And it's from the movie 'Shrek 2'." You explained, eyeing his butt now. You didn't know why you had a sudden interest in it. It was perverted and wrong...but...you recalled your friends talking about how 'Altair walks with feminine movements.'

"Please take your eyes off my behind." Altair sighed, placing you on the desert floor. You pouted and crossed your arms.

"Why do you walk like a woman?"

"...I...shut up. Right now." He huffed. Really? Did he really have feminine movements? He was tempted to walk and check...

"You're no fun- Wait! Why'd we stop?" You panicked. There were a lot of dangers at night... He rolled his eyes.

"I can't carry you for days. We are here to rest. And you have to answer my questions." He explained, sitting down. You peered at him.

"No fire? No blankets?" You asked, worried that you'd freeze to death. He shook his head.

"Your robes should be enough. I decided to pack lightly." He said, motioning to your robes. You nodded dejectedly.

He glanced at your ankle and remembered to bandage it. He got out a bandage and quickly wrapped it up. You sighed in relief. He remembered. Goodie.

"Okay...well. What do you want to know?" You asked, getting comfortable on the ground. You were prepared for the barrage of questions.

He hummed, eyes twinkling. He was excited, yes. The Apple told him about future technology, but your technology was much more advanced! And you could explain.

He licked his dry lips. "What was that glowing box in your hand earlier?"

You giggled and pulled it out. "This? As I said, it's a phone and we use it to communicate with it." You explained, handing it to him. He took it cautiously, staring at the button on the bottom.

"What's this- Oh." His eyes widened at his stared at the lock screen. You sighed and told him to move the arrow to the right.

"With my...finger?" He asked, surprised. He placed his finger on the arrow and slowly moved to the right, watching the screen darken and appear on the app you left on.

It was your messages and he read them carefully.

"You need to...arrive early for work?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The glow of the phone was pretty cool on his eyes. They looked like they were glowing!

"What else do you have in that bag?" He asked, peering over the screen and looking at your waist. You smiled and gave it to him.

"You pull out what you want to know." You grinned, watching him rummage through.

He pulled out your water bottle. "What is this? There's water in there?" He asked.

"Must be a water container." He mused, opening the cap and drinking it. You gasped and grabbed it from him.

"Don't drink all of my water!" You cried, glaring. He snickered and have you the water.

"I have water for you in my pouch. Calm down." He sighed, waving your attitude off. You huffed and sat down.

"Trash. Useless. Piece of shi- What's this sticky stuff?" He asked, looking at his brown hand. You stared at his hand and smelled your doughnuts.

"Pick up one of them." You smirked. He would love it and you knew it.

He picked up a chocolate one and glared at it wearily.

"It won't hurt you!" You cried out, exasperated. He gave you a look.

"Ok, but if I die, you will die too." He warned. You rolled your eyes.

He took a small bite and chew it quietly. You grinned at him excitedly.

"Well?" You asked, hands clasping together. He shrugged.

"Tastes too sweet." He grunted, shoving it back inside. You gasped.

"Everyone loves doughnuts!" You cried. You worked at a large company for doughnuts for crying out loud! That hurts!

He shook his head. "Ugh. It's disgusting." He muttered. You sighed and flicked him off. He glared and snarled.

"I have a few more questions." He muttered snarkily. You rolled your eyes.

"What?"

"So you know Maria?" He asked, peering over at you. "I mean, you know the future. You must know her too." He added. You nodded tersely.

"You marry her and have kids." You chuckled, a bit sad. C'mon. You wanted the marry the guy for Pete's sake. A lot of girls did!

He looked surprised. "Wow. I was planning at ask. She says yes, huh?" He hummed. You nodded.

"Congrats." You grinned. He smiled. Yeah. Smiled. For Maria. Jealously flashed through you, but you paid no mind.

"Second question. Should I be...hesitant? I feel pretty hesitant to ask." He admitted. Bluntly. He knew he couldn't marry the other girl right away. Things take time, even though he hated it.

You thought for a second. He didn't show that in the games or book...did he?

You sighed. "Uh, no actually." You laughed. He shrugged.

"I feel like I shouldn't ask her." He replies. You turned your neck.

"Why not?" You asked. He tilted his head up and quietly spoke to the skies.

"I feel as if there is something else for me. Someone, I mean. That I should wait." He admits. He turned his head. "Should I wait?"

"Do you know the girl?" You asked. You first thought it was Adha...but..uh. She's like, gone. Yeah.

He nodded. "Yes. I know her."

You shook your head. Men. "If you feel like you love another, you should go for the second lady. You obviously don't love Maria if you feel for another." You rolled your eyes.

He nodded. "Thank you." He said. You nodded.

"May I ask a question?" You...questioned. He motioned for you to continue.

"Who is this girl?" You asked. He turned his head away.

"I...cannot say. She can't know." He says. You groaned.

"I've been honest with you! Why can't you be fair?" You whined. He scoffed.

"Life isn't fair."

"Then...please be fair just for once?" You pleaded, rolling onto your knees and pressing your hands together. He bit his lip.

"I- well...no. I can't tell you." He growls out. You sighed.

"Altair."

"What."

You sighed again. "Answer me." He huffed.

"It's- gah. Look, it's just- Fuck. I can't talk." He grounded out and stood up, frustrated. You watched him walk off and pace back and forth, muttering incoherent things. You quietly hobbled to him.

"Tell me." You murmured, placing your hand on his shoulder. He covered his face and groaned very loudly and swore.

"You! Don't you understand why I'm stuttering and acting like a mere novice? You, damn it! You!" He yelled, spinning around to face you. He calmed down slightly.

"I just don't know who to chose." He admits, losing his proud posture and sagging. You were quite shocked. Who knew he had such side?

"Hey, hey. It's cool." You cooed, placing your arms around him. He jerked free.

"I don't understand your time's language." He sighs lamely. You rolled your eyes.

You bit your lip. "A lot of girls like you." You chuckled. "But not from your time." You laughed. He grunted.

"Don't care about them. What about you?" He asked, facing you. You shrugged.

"Sure. I like you. Your descendants are cute, but you're the candy of my eye." You winked. He groaned.

"Tell me again why I own this feelings...for you of all people." He muttered. You laughed and pulled him over to the place where you sat. You pulled him down and told him to sit down and rest. He only scoffed...but he decided to listen.

"Have you decided yet?" You asked. He shook his head.

"No."

"Well, I'll be sleeping 'cuz I'm tired. You can play Angry Birds on my phone though." You smiled, opening the app and giving it to him. He looked at it curiously.

"How do you...pla-"

"Just play the tutorial." You yawned. You snuggled closer to him, trying the gain heat from the assassin. He didn't protest, but he didn't get closer either.

"Goodnight." You said. He nodded.

"Same." He smiled, trying to figure out how to play the game.

"Altair?"

"Hm?"

"I don't want to wake up."

He looked slightly alarmed. "So you'd rather die?" Wow. He jumps to conclusions when he's worried.

You chuckled. "No. I'm afraid if I wake up, I'll return to my time." You sighed.

He didn't respond.

"I don't want to leave just yet." You whimpered. 'Whimpered', as it was more like a whine.

He placed his arm around you, a little nervous, but it made you feel better.

"Whoever is here to take you back, I'll kill them before they get to you." He reassured, figuring out the game. He silently cheered when he finished the first level.

Basically, the red bird has to hit the pigs and destory the structure for more numbers-

You hummed and smiled. "Thank you. And...you can finish the doughnuts I brought." You smiled, slowly drifting off to sleep with the reassuring arm around your body throughout the night.

He scoffed.

Later that night, you woke up to the soft sound of chewing.

You smiled.

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"...and one chocolate doughnut." The kid said, pointing at the doughnut behind you. You rolled your eyes. Why do people point? You knew what a chocolate doughnut looked like!

"Anything else?" You sighed, handing him the doughnut. His eyes lit up as he grabbed it. He handed you a five dollar bill.

"No, ma'am. You can have the change!" He shouted, running out of the store. You held the money as looked at it.

"So...the total is 3.15. Subtract 5... My money is 1.85. Cool." You smiled. You glance at the clock and you had one more minutes of your shift.

Yes. You worked at Dunkin Doughnuts. You got free doughnuts for free, though. So it wasn't a really bad job.

"Sir." You said, standing straighter, noticing your boss. He chuckled.

"You can go home now, (y/n). And take your doughnut." He said, pointing behind you. And there was your pet peeve again.

"Thank you sir. Have a nice night." You smiled. He returned it and walked back into the kitchen, probably to scold a worker. You turned around and looked through the choices.

You picked up your favorite doughnut and grabbed a napkin. And secretly took another two because you were a rebel. You carefully placed it onto the napkin and walked out.

Even though it was nighttime, your neighborhood was a safe one. Besides, Dunkin Doughnuts was right next to your house.

"Ah, where are my keys..." You mumbled, patting your pockets. You groaned.

You left it inside. You kept and emergency key in the rocks.

You hummed as you dug around for a bit and you found it. You cheered.

"Hah! I can finally eat dinner." You sighed, slamming the door shut. You dropped your bag into the basket you kept and walked into the kitchen. You opened the refrigerator and looked around.

"Macaroni....a sandwich...food from a month ago...I'll just eat the sandwich." You chuckled. You grabbed it and smelled it, making sure it wasn't spoiled.

You sat down onto your table and whipped out your phone, checking for messages. None.

You chewed quietly and you got bored. You sighed and walked around your lonely house, poking for something to do. You walked into your bedroom and sat down onto your computer chair. Youlooked over to your side and you stared at it.

It was your Xbox/PS3. You haven't used the old thing in awhile. It has a lot of dust on top. Your cousin would've freaked out. He hated dirty things.

You curiously sat in front of it and turned it on. You grabbed the remote for the TV and turned that on too.

You hummed as you signed in, patiently waiting for what game was inside the console.

"...Assassin's Creed?" You asked, bewildered. You grabbed the nearest case and examined it.

"I don't recall owning this game- Oh wait. I bought at GameStop. I wanted Brotherhood, but it wasnt there. Nevermind." You laughed and grabbed the controller. You pressed 'play' and began to see where you left off.

The main menu popped up and asked which saved data you wanted to pick. You rolled your eyes.

"If there is only one, why don't you stop asking?" You sighed, picking the only one. Your reason didn't make much sense either, but it was just too long of a reason.

"Wait a moment! I have to get into the mood!" You cried out, running to your closet. You changed out of your current clothes and switched into some shorts and an Assassin's Creed shirt. And a hoodie. You had to do this.

"So I have the shirt. And I have to pull up the hood." You smiled, flipping on the hoodie. You pulled it down lower and started to play again.

"...I finished the game already?" You coughed. You pulled a confused face as you pulled the pause menu.

"I'll go play the Soloman's Temple mission. Seeing Malik pissed was funny. And that innocent Kadar. Such a mission can't be skipped." You laughed, waiting for it to load.

You did tear up a bit at the end if the mission, but you bursted out laughing to calm yourself.

~*~*~*~*~ A lot of missions later ~*~*~*~*~

"Whoa. Al Maulim. Calm your tits, man. Let Altair fight!"

"Whoa again!"

"Attack faster!"

"Wait."

"That's depressing." You sighed, witnessing the end. You dropped back onto the carpet.

"Wouldn't it be cool to just, I don't know, jump into the game? I'd get a hidden blade, stalk all the assassins and excuse myself saying it was practice!" You giggled.

"But the beggars." A voice called. You sprang up, startled.

"Who's there?! Answer me!" You shouted, clutching your controller. It could be a weapon.

"No one." It laughed. You grit your teeth.

"I swear. When I find you, you're dead." You cried out. You didn't cry really.

"Boo."

You turned around, ready to hit it, but something hit your head and you black out.

Sure did hurt, though.

And you could've sworn it dragged you into your TV.

Awesome day for an awesome adventure.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Dear...dear. Oh my. My head hurts..." You groaned, grabbed your head and opening your eyes.

"...wait. Is this...hay?" You questioned, grabbing and confirming your suspicion.

"Shhh- Wait, what are you doing here?!" A voice hissed. It wasn't the same voice. You looked around and saw-

You gasped.

"Altair?" You shouted, hopping out of the hay. He hissed and kept inside. You were gawking at the hay, attracting a lot of attention of the citizens.

"Is she an assassin?"

"She can't be. She's too loud."

"But she wears the hood!"

"It ends at her waist. Mmm."

You flushed and hopped inside. Weirdly, it was really easy to do so. Gravity must be different here.

Altair realized this and released his hidden blade and pressed it against your throat.

"Stay your blade from an innocent, Altair!" You cried out. This time, you were really scared. He could easy kill you, but the rule applies.

"You're not exactly innocent if you know me." He growled, pressing harder. A bit a blood rose from your neck as you whimpered. He frowned, but kept it there.

"Don't hurt me!" You pleaded, puppy-eyeing him. He looked away.

"That doesn't work." He rolled his eyes. His irritation clearly showing.

"Take me to Malik." You stated, forgetting about your plead and bordering on his patience.

"How do you know Malik?"

"I seem to know a lot about everyone. Would be a shame if all of my useful facts go to the Templars."

"Now that you mention it...How do I know that you're not a Templar spy?" He asked suspiciously.

"Please take me to Malik...and I'll answer every question you have!" You gulped, watching him contemplate. His hidden blade sheathing and unsheathing in a threatening way.

A few seconds passed as he decided. He nodded slowly, albeit warily as he sheathed the hidden blade again. He got up and roughly pulled you up too. You flinched.

"Ouch." You cringed. He didn't reply. He firmly grabbed your wrist and he took off.

"Too fast!" You protested, trying to keep up. You looked at your side and strangely enough, you had a small, brown bag with you. You'll check it later. And you recognized it too. It was your...satchel. You hated purses, sad to say.

He didn't answer, and you swear he ran faster. No doubt he was smirking.

He led you through the halls as you heard many other assassins whisper and gossip about 'the weird lady with weird clothes'. Seriously, these guys gossip more than your co-workers.

"Get inside." He ordered, opening the door and pointing to a chair. You walked in cautiously, turning your head around sometimes to watch Altair.

"Who is this?" A voice with a snappy tone...snapped. You chuckled. And here was Malik.

"Hey Malik!" You cheered, waving a hand to him. He have a horrified look.

"You novice! Do you give her our names?!" He cried, running over. He looked like he was going to slap the shi-

Sugar out of Altair. No swearing.

"No, I didn't. She knows a lot about us. I don't have a clue who she is!" Altairhissed in response. Malik folded his single arm.

"Ask her."

"Ask her what?"

Malik groaned and turned to look at you.

"What's my name?"

"Malik."

"...what's my occupation here?"

"A former Dai in Jerusalem. Now works as Altair's right hand man. Literally."

"Damn. Uh-"

Altair cut him off. "Enough. I want to see what you know about me."

You grinned and nodded your head. You has no idea why you didn't try to escape. They didn't even tie you down like in the games and books! You were having too my fun anyway to escape.

"Bring it."

"Rank?"

"Former Master Assassin and now Grandmaster."

"Sword carving?"

"Eagle."

"Translation to my name?"

"Last name? Well, it's 'son of none'."

"The day I wear a slightly darker sash?" Altair asked smugly. You snickered.

"Wow. I didn't know you were such a fashionable man. I bet you it's Friday." You laughed. He cursed.

"Altair, you wear different sashes?" Malik asked, peeking to see what color he was currently wearing. Altair growled.

"No." He groaned. Malik shrugged and faced you.

"It proves that you know a lot about us. Now I will ask you questions." He hummed. You sighed and nodded.

"What is your name?" He asked, staring into your eyes.

"(Y/n)."

"What place are you from?"

"I come from (country name)."

"That's far- Have I heard of this place?"

"Maybe? I'm not sure if it was even called that then. I should've paid more attention in school."

He rolled his eyes.

"Now for the most important question. How did you come here and what year are you from? Your clothes prove something from another time." He chuckled, looking at your clothes.

"I don't know how I got here...I just remeber blacking out. And I came from the year 2013." You answered, looking at a bored Altair. Malik nodded.

"Why do you wear our insignia?" Altair asked. "It's a bit...well. It makes you an easy target for Templars."

You laughed. "I am not from your time! And...we don't have Templars or Assassins like you guys."

Malik looked startled. "What do you mean? 'Dont have Templars or Assassins'? Are we gone in your time?" He asked, alarmed. Altair looked pretty startled, too.

"No...you guys are from a game. In a game, a dew are left, yes and I'll just wake up and this never happened. Wish it won't though." You laughed dryly. Malik stopped freaking out.

"What do you mean? This is really happening." He answers. You glared.

"Stop lying. I'll believe you when I see the Apple." You huffed, standing up. Neither if the men cared. For all you knew, they could be awesome cosplayers and they sounded for the part.

"This?" Altair challenged, pulling out the apple and ignoring Malik's glare. You nodded.

"Wow. It's very shiny. And I like shiny things..." You cooed, walking torward it. Altair quickly covered it.

"Well, you proved to be a person that knows a lot about us. What about in a few 400 years?" Altair asked, sitting into the floor. You laughed.

"You have a grandson. His name is Ezio. Technically, you're not related to him, but your next few decendants had a child named Desmond...and I don't know how to explain it." You flushed, swatting your hands. You walked over to Altair's desk and examined the things on his desk.

Altair blinked. "Is he any good at...being related to me?" He asked, clearly interested. You shrugged.

"He was good at the ladies."

"I see."

Malik snickered. "Complete opposite of him." You laughed and agreed. Altair snorted.

"Malik, there's a slight disturbance in the eastern part of Acre. I will need to depart." Altair announced, already moving to his desk and getting his small pack. You followed him curiously.

"Take your friend with you."

"...no."

You gasped and slapped Altair's arm. He didn't even notice.

"Why not Altair?" You whined, repeatedly hitting him. He shoved you off and walked to Malik.

"I believe it maybe a Templar-"

"I said, take her with you." Malik repeated, looking at a pouting human. Altair groaned.

"Fine. If she dies or gets in the way, it's not my fault." Altair grumbled, motions you to follow him. Malik chuckled.

"Yes, but she does seem to know a lot about us. And she's knows who your decendants are too! She proves to be very important to us. Though, we can't trust her fully." Malik hummed, tapping his chin and staring at you.

"My shirt should prove my loyalty." You insisted, running your hand on your shirt. Malik shrugged.

"And you need to change clothes."

"What."

Altair smirked. "We can't have you wearing whatever that is. Your hood is fine, but the rest of your garb is very strange."

Malik smiled. "There are novice robes we have. Plenty. Follow me." Malik waved, walking out the door and watching you follow him.

His long strides were fast and quick. You had to jog to keep up.

"What if I go back to my time?" You asked, waiting for an answer. He turned to the left and into the supply room.

"The robes are yours. We can't get it anyway." He reminded, searching through the closet for a size.

"Ah...you seem...very...well, you're small."

"That's not nice."

"These robes don't fit." He admitted, handing you the gray robes. You took them excitedly.

"They are the smallest fit. I hope the lose cloth will affect you with any wind resistance." Malik grinned, watching you pet the cloth in awe.

"The cloth is quite nice-"

"It's rough." You complained. You swore the cloth looked like silk. Or even a dyed leather. You couldn't tell what the heck this was. Malik sighed.

"I can bet Altair is waiting for you. It's a great honor to travel with the Grandmaster. Don't mess this up." Malik warned, shaking his finger, and with that, he left.

"I better find a place to change." You laughed nervously. You looked around.

"But there's no one here..." You chuckled nervously again.

So you changed. In broad daylight and view.

You fidgeted. Malik wasn't lying; this thing was loose! You shifted around, trying to get comfortable.

"I see that you have changed."

You spun around. You sighed.

"Oh. Altair. Yes...it's a strange fit." You giggled, waving your hand. He suddenly grabbed your wrist and held it tightly.

"I need to make changes for the sizes..." He sighed. You rolled your eyes.

"Sizes? We should get to the horses!" You cheered excitedly. You burst from his grasp and ran to the stables. You knew where it was!

Altair could only swear and stare at where you stood.

"You saw her change, Altair?"

"...I did, Malik."

"Quite a sight, was it not?"

"I'll leave now." Altair said hurriedly, not facing the amused ex-Dai. Malik could only crack a grin at Altair's retreating figure.

*~*~*~*~*

He couldn't believe it. He had to teach you.

Teach you how to get on a horse.

"Foot first- No! Don't claw the horse-"

"Shut up! Please!" You complained, trying to get on. He could only grunt and cross his arms.

"Look, I'll get on and we'll share a horse!" He ordered, pointing at the ground and ordering you to get off. You glared.

"There are two horses! Why must we share?" You grumbled, getting off.

He fluidly hauled himself up and lent you a hand to grab onto. You grabbed it.

"If you can't get on a horse, you obviously can't control one."

You huffed. "How rude. Anyway, how long is this journey?" You asked, remembering how you would just watch a cutscene and then it'll teleport you to your destination.

Darn people.

You got comfortable on the horse, sitting behind him.

"15 days on foot. It'll take us about half or less." He replied, grabbing the reins.

"Oh, and what will we need to-"

Altair shouted, ordering the horse into a gallop, scaring the day lights out of you. You grabbed his waist and held on for dear life.

"Your hands!" He shouted over the sound of wind. Many citizens yelled and jumped out of the way of the horse. You could grin.

"What?" You yelled back, the wind making his voice die out. He groaned.

"Your hands! They are like a death vice!" He said louder, suddenly holding your left wrist. You blushed.

"Sorry!" You laughed, feeling his chest grumble. You knew he was rolling his eyes.

Once you were out of Masyaf, he slowed his mare into a canter. You relaxed.

"Thank goodness." You sighed, wiping sweat of your forehead. You looked up and sqinted at the sky.

"Wouldn't it be better if we left at dawn?" You asked, noticing the sun set. He hummed.

"You know the basics at least. You are correct. It would be smarter." Altair agreed, nodding his head. You grinned.

"But we need to pass by a guard tower and naturally, it's guarded. We have to sneak past undetected at night." He finished, giving you a grunt. You sighed.

"That's true, but where will we put our horse?" You asked, your animal-loving side appearing. To leave a horse alone to die was horrible!

Altair snickered. He could tell you loved animals. "We will leave it a half of a mile before we reach the tower. Another assassin should come by the next day and get her. We will leave food and water, don't worry." He reassured, craning his neck to look at you.

You smiled. "Good. We will have to walk the rest of the way, right?" You groaned. He chuckled.

"Yes. It's not that bad. You must of done something like this in your time." He hummed, imagining future technology.

You thought for a second. "Nope. I like, walk a few seconds and back. Nothing more." You laughed. Altair furrowed his eyebrows.

"I will not carry you there."

"I know."

"Good."

You giggled. You looked at your side, remembering the pack you had. Satchel!

"I wonder what's inside!" You exclaimed, undoing the clasp. Altair glanced back.

"Inside what?" He asked, alarmed. You could very well pull out a dagger and kill him. He held the reins tighter. You laughed.

"I won't kill you." You assured him. He didn't relax though. You hummed and jammed your hand into the bag.

You pulled out your hand and you found-

"What is that?!" Altair asked, staring at your phone. You laughed.

"Your face!" You cried, smacking his back. He growled.

"What's wrong with my face?! I just asked what that is!" He retorted, jabbing his finger at your phone. You protected it. No one touches your baby.

"It's a communication device." You said simply, shoving it into your satchel again. You fished around trying to find other things.

He stayed silent for the next half hour. You had to stop once to give the poor horse a break and you started again.

"What are you looking for?" Altair questioned, seeing you look inside again. You shrugged.

"Nothing in particular. I just want to see what's inside." You smiled at him. Well, the back of his head.

The more you fished around, the weirder the items got.

Phone.

Wallet.

Water bottle.

...deodorant.

Fork.

Doughnuts. Three of them.

Yeah. You were really confused now.

"I don't know why I have them..." You muttered.

He didn't ask for anything else.

A few minutes later, he stopped the horse. You peeked out from behind him. It was dark? Really?!

"Is that the guard tower?" You asked, awed. He nodded.

"Get off." He ordered, jumping off his horse. You sighed and obeyed.

He didn't say another word as you watched him walk the mare to a secluded spot. He pulled out...a bowl and poured a lot of water into it. He double checked the reigns and stepped back to make a final check. He nodded to himself and walked back to you.

"Did you just pour all of our water?" You said worriedly. To pour all the water for a horse and none for the two of you was absurd. Even if you liked horses...

"I have another one. Calm down. I am not stupid enough to not bring another water skin." He groaned. Really? Why would you think that? He wasn't...

"Oh. Well, what next?" You said eagerly, hopping up and down.

Altair blinked. 'Her attitude changes quickly.' He thought dryly. 'She doesn't realize how dangerous this is. For her only.'

He pressed his fingers to his temple. "We have to sneak undetected, as you know. So be quiet and follow me." He grumbled. You nodded enthusiastically.

Normally, a male speaking to you like that would have made you smack him, but this is Altair. You know exactly what happens to him in his future....but if you were here, would you alter the time? Change the future? You did just tell him about his decendant...

You shook your head. You were dreaming! Maybe.

"Are you ready?" He asked softly, giving a look that said, 'Don't mess this up'.

You nodded excitedly as he turned around again.

He quickly accessed the quickest and quietest route past. He turned to look at you again.

"You sneak past the first guard and hide in that haycart as I dispose of him."

He commanded quietly, pointing at the designated cart. You nodded, a bit nervously.

He noticed as he placed his hand on your shoulder and smirked.

"First you look to excited. Now you're nervous." He said, amused. You scoffed.

"I don't want to die, even if this was a dream. I'll feel the pain and all the negative things..." You sighed. He rolled his eyes.

"You're very...quirky." He said finally. You opened your mouth to protest, but he continued.

"I won't let you die. You prove to be very important. Like Malik said." He added quickly. "Now, go."

You bit your lip as you sneak past. You crossed your fingers as you past the first guard, hoping he wouldn't see you. In a flash, Altair stabbed his back and covered his groan. He dragged the body somewhere else as you gagged.

You saw the hay cart as you jumped in. You prayed the hay sound didn't attract anyone.

Your heart was beating; one from adrenaline and the other for fear. You heard the familiar sound of boots passing you.

Suddenly, a soft 'flump' sound caught your attention.

"Altair?" You whispered, your eyes widening. His familiar golden eyes peered out at you from the hay. You breathed out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Are you ready? We are half way there." He muttered. He was actually a bit proud and surprised that you hadn't been caught.

"Yes." You replied, relief flooding you.

"Ready? Just climb over the brick wall and I'll meet you there." He instructed, nudging you. You nodded.

You slowly climbed out and started to run quickly and quietly to the wall-

Until you ran into the guard posted there.

"Oof!" He huffed, falling back. You twisted your foot as you tried to regain balance and groaned. You swore you hear Altair sigh. You frowned, trying to crawl away in alarm.

Why was it so dark? It wasn't your fault!

"Oh, so it seems we have an intruder here." He guard smirked, lighting a torch and slowly walking your way. You foot ached as you tried and failed to stand. You growled at him.

"If I had a knife right now, it'll be shoved down your throat." You growled, making the slicing motion. He laughed.

"But you don't have a knife! I do. Actually, it's a sword." He smiled evilly, pointing at his sword that he began to unsheath. You looked at the haycart, panicking.

Why wasn't Altair here? He said he wouldn't let you die! Maybe it was a trap...

He didn't trust you enough, so he let you here to die.

You sighed. That was it. That's the answer. Accepting your fate was easy.

"Are you looking for your assassin?" The guard smiled, rest the sword near your leg. You shrugged.

"Yeah. Why? Does it bother you?" You grinned. If you were gonna die in your dreams, why not enjoy the last few minutes? You'll wake up soon.

"No, actually. He's not helping because he left you here." The guard snickered, pressing the sword against your neck. You snarled.

That hurt. So you idea was true. The sucks. He was your favorite assassin, yet he left you here to die.

"Perhaps Connor is a better assassin." You sighed. The guard pressed the sword harder, drawing blood.

"What is this nonsense you are speaking of girl?" He asked, not enjoying your insolent blabber. You gave him an innocent look.

"Ezio is cool too. And Desmond! And that guy in the new game, Edward. Haytham, no. He's nice, but..." You drawled, talking about the characters. The look on the guards face was priceless.

"What? Tell me-" He screamed. Your head snapped up and saw his stunned face and blood pouring out of his mouth in a silent scream. Your eyes widened as you looked down at his stomach.

"Sorry I was late." Altair grinned, shoving the guard's body off his sword. Your eye twitched.

"What?" He asked, wiping the blood off his sword. You glared at him.

"Why? Why were you late? I have blood on my neck!" You whined, gingerly touching your neck and feeling the blood. It wasn't a deep wound, more like a graze.

He silently kneeled to you and grabbed your chin. He tilted your head and examined your neck.

"I'll wrap it later. Maybe not. Your ramble had attracted more guards. We need to leave." He mumbled. You rolled your eyes and pointed at your foot.

"Think I can walk with this foot?" You glared, looking at him. He hummed.

"No."

"Then help me walk." You complained, trying to get up. He shook his head.

"You're too slow. I'll carry you." He said, shaking his head. You sputtered.

"What?!" You blushed, forgetting about 'hating' him. He grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder. You growled when he placed his hand near your behind.

"Get your hand off my butt." You hissed. He chuckled.

"Do you want to fall?" He asked, slipping you further down. You panicked.

"No!"

He smirked. "Good."

You rolled your eyes. He didn't know why you panicked.

The further he slipped you down, the closer your face was to his butt.

And you didn't want that.

He started to run away from the tower and into the desert again. Truthfully, you don't understand why there was a tower in the middle of a desert, but hey. You didn't really care. Logic.

"You have a nice butt. Even though I didn't want to see it, you have a nice one." You complimented. He coughed.

"I see."

"Your butt would would attract the models in my time. You could be a Calvien Klien undergarment model." You hummed.

"Allah is testing me." He sighed. You giggled. He was fun to tease. No wonder why Malik did it so often...

Minutes of silence passed as he carried you across the desert. It was corny, but why would you complain? You get to see Altair. What many girls would kill you for!

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"I just said no."

"Do you know what movie that is from?"

"Movie? What is that?" He asked. You gaped at his...butt.

"A movie is a moving picture sort of thing. And it's from the movie 'Shrek 2'." You explained, eyeing his butt now. You didn't know why you had a sudden interest in it. It was perverted and wrong...but...you recalled your friends talking about how 'Altair walks with feminine movements.'

"Please take your eyes off my behind." Altair sighed, placing you on the desert floor. You pouted and crossed your arms.

"Why do you walk like a woman?"

"...I...shut up. Right now." He huffed. Really? Did he really have feminine movements? He was tempted to walk and check...

"You're no fun- Wait! Why'd we stop?" You panicked. There were a lot of dangers at night... He rolled his eyes.

"I can't carry you for days. We are here to rest. And you have to answer my questions." He explained, sitting down. You peered at him.

"No fire? No blankets?" You asked, worried that you'd freeze to death. He shook his head.

"Your robes should be enough. I decided to pack lightly." He said, motioning to your robes. You nodded dejectedly.

He glanced at your ankle and remembered to bandage it. He got out a bandage and quickly wrapped it up. You sighed in relief. He remembered. Goodie.

"Okay...well. What do you want to know?" You asked, getting comfortable on the ground. You were prepared for the barrage of questions.

He hummed, eyes twinkling. He was excited, yes. The Apple told him about future technology, but your technology was much more advanced! And you could explain.

He licked his dry lips. "What was that glowing box in your hand earlier?"

You giggled and pulled it out. "This? As I said, it's a phone and we use it to communicate with it." You explained, handing it to him. He took it cautiously, staring at the button on the bottom.

"What's this- Oh." His eyes widened at his stared at the lock screen. You sighed and told him to move the arrow to the right.

"With my...finger?" He asked, surprised. He placed his finger on the arrow and slowly moved to the right, watching the screen darken and appear on the app you left on.

It was your messages and he read them carefully.

"You need to...arrive early for work?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The glow of the phone was pretty cool on his eyes. They looked like they were glowing!

"What else do you have in that bag?" He asked, peering over the screen and looking at your waist. You smiled and gave it to him.

"You pull out what you want to know." You grinned, watching him rummage through.

He pulled out your water bottle. "What is this? There's water in there?" He asked.

"Must be a water container." He mused, opening the cap and drinking it. You gasped and grabbed it from him.

"Don't drink all of my water!" You cried, glaring. He snickered and have you the water.

"I have water for you in my pouch. Calm down." He sighed, waving your attitude off. You huffed and sat down.

"Trash. Useless. Piece of shi- What's this sticky stuff?" He asked, looking at his brown hand. You stared at his hand and smelled your doughnuts.

"Pick up one of them." You smirked. He would love it and you knew it.

He picked up a chocolate one and glared at it wearily.

"It won't hurt you!" You cried out, exasperated. He gave you a look.

"Ok, but if I die, you will die too." He warned. You rolled your eyes.

He took a small bite and chew it quietly. You grinned at him excitedly.

"Well?" You asked, hands clasping together. He shrugged.

"Tastes too sweet." He grunted, shoving it back inside. You gasped.

"Everyone loves doughnuts!" You cried. You worked at a large company for doughnuts for crying out loud! That hurts!

He shook his head. "Ugh. It's disgusting." He muttered. You sighed and flicked him off. He glared and snarled.

"I have a few more questions." He muttered snarkily. You rolled your eyes.

"What?"

"So you know Maria?" He asked, peering over at you. "I mean, you know the future. You must know her too." He added. You nodded tersely.

"You marry her and have kids." You chuckled, a bit sad. C'mon. You wanted the marry the guy for Pete's sake. A lot of girls did!

He looked surprised. "Wow. I was planning at ask. She says yes, huh?" He hummed. You nodded.

"Congrats." You grinned. He smiled. Yeah. Smiled. For Maria. Jealously flashed through you, but you paid no mind.

"Second question. Should I be...hesitant? I feel pretty hesitant to ask." He admitted. Bluntly. He knew he couldn't marry the other girl right away. Things take time, even though he hated it.

You thought for a second. He didn't show that in the games or book...did he?

You sighed. "Uh, no actually." You laughed. He shrugged.

"I feel like I shouldn't ask her." He replies. You turned your neck.

"Why not?" You asked. He tilted his head up and quietly spoke to the skies.

"I feel as if there is something else for me. Someone, I mean. That I should wait." He admits. He turned his head. "Should I wait?"

"Do you know the girl?" You asked. You first thought it was Adha...but..uh. She's like, gone. Yeah.

He nodded. "Yes. I know her."

You shook your head. Men. "If you feel like you love another, you should go for the second lady. You obviously don't love Maria if you feel for another." You rolled your eyes.

He nodded. "Thank you." He said. You nodded.

"May I ask a question?" You...questioned. He motioned for you to continue.

"Who is this girl?" You asked. He turned his head away.

"I...cannot say. She can't know." He says. You groaned.

"I've been honest with you! Why can't you be fair?" You whined. He scoffed.

"Life isn't fair."

"Then...please be fair just for once?" You pleaded, rolling onto your knees and pressing your hands together. He bit his lip.

"I- well...no. I can't tell you." He growls out. You sighed.

"Altair."

"What."

You sighed again. "Answer me." He huffed.

"It's- gah. Look, it's just- Fuck. I can't talk." He grounded out and stood up, frustrated. You watched him walk off and pace back and forth, muttering incoherent things. You quietly hobbled to him.

"Tell me." You murmured, placing your hand on his shoulder. He covered his face and groaned very loudly and swore.

"You! Don't you understand why I'm stuttering and acting like a mere novice? You, damn it! You!" He yelled, spinning around to face you. He calmed down slightly.

"I just don't know who to chose." He admits, losing his proud posture and sagging. You were quite shocked. Who knew he had such side?

"Hey, hey. It's cool." You cooed, placing your arms around him. He jerked free.

"I don't understand your time's language." He sighs lamely. You rolled your eyes.

You bit your lip. "A lot of girls like you." You chuckled. "But not from your time." You laughed. He grunted.

"Don't care about them. What about you?" He asked, facing you. You shrugged.

"Sure. I like you. Your descendants are cute, but you're the candy of my eye." You winked. He groaned.

"Tell me again why I own this feelings...for you of all people." He muttered. You laughed and pulled him over to the place where you sat. You pulled him down and told him to sit down and rest. He only scoffed...but he decided to listen.

"Have you decided yet?" You asked. He shook his head.

"No."

"Well, I'll be sleeping 'cuz I'm tired. You can play Angry Birds on my phone though." You smiled, opening the app and giving it to him. He looked at it curiously.

"How do you...pla-"

"Just play the tutorial." You yawned. You snuggled closer to him, trying the gain heat from the assassin. He didn't protest, but he didn't get closer either.

"Goodnight." You said. He nodded.

"Same." He smiled, trying to figure out how to play the game.

"Altair?"

"Hm?"

"I don't want to wake up."

He looked slightly alarmed. "So you'd rather die?" Wow. He jumps to conclusions when he's worried.

You chuckled. "No. I'm afraid if I wake up, I'll return to my time." You sighed.

He didn't respond.

"I don't want to leave just yet." You whimpered. 'Whimpered', as it was more like a whine.

He placed his arm around you, a little nervous, but it made you feel better.

"Whoever is here to take you back, I'll kill them before they get to you." He reassured, figuring out the game. He silently cheered when he finished the first level.

Basically, the red bird has to hit the pigs and destory the structure for more numbers-

You hummed and smiled. "Thank you. And...you can finish the doughnuts I brought." You smiled, slowly drifting off to sleep with the reassuring arm around your body throughout the night.

He scoffed.

Later that night, you woke up to the soft sound of chewing.

You smiled.