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Title: Child's play
Chapter 5
Fandoms: Assassin's Creed 2/ Doctor Who (11th Doctor)
rating this chapter R  NC 17 in others
warning: slash content, silliness
Pairings Shaun/Desmond Leonardo/Ezio
spoilers for end of game AC2, S5 DW
I own neither of these creative properties and make no money from them

Summary: Leonardo da Vinci receives a visit from an old friend.

Should be read in order to make any sense.  Still might not help. Past Chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Hopefully this is comprehensible for those unfamiliar with one fandom or the other.  Comments and critique are greatly appreciated.  If you enjoy this story at all, please let me know.  As always please don't crosspost to fb/twitter

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The trembling started small but Shaun could feel the body in his arms begin to shiver. What the hell was going on? The flu? Poisoned? It would be just like the selfish idiot to fall ill right when standing in their kitchen was the most fucking SPECTACULAR THING IN THE UNIVERSE.

The barely conscious man was radiating a frightening amount of heat even through his clothes. Shaun unzipped the hoodie and nearly smacked himself in the face with an arm as he wrestled it out of one sleeve, trying to get layers off of the frame burning up in his hands. “Desmond! Desmond, talk to me, you bastard!”

Desmond’s stare was a little distant, barely keeping focus but he was in there, struggling to keep eye contact. Lips moved but no sound came out.

Fuck.

Just next to them, the very real, very solid, very impossibly here Ezio Auditore was pushing back his hood, still unable to take his eyes off the man draped across Shaun’s lap. Reviewing memories hardly did the man justice: the resemblance was astonishing.

A cold prickling started on the back of Shaun's neck as Desmond brought up his hand in a faint mimicry of the motion of his ancestor, reaching for a hood where there was none before the hand flopped uselessly to one side.

Realization was ice water in his veins. Sixteen had been bad but hadn't been nearly as bad before he...

Shaun let out a growl, battling to free the man from the rest of his hoodie, furious at himself for this being the only thing he could think to do. "I will fucking kill you if you die on me, Miles." Maybe get him to hospital or find a… a…

“You!” It came out as more of a bark, startling the man in the bow tie enough that he checked over his shoulder to be sure that there wasn't someone behind him that was the intended target of all that ire.

“Please help him.” Shaun’s angry veneer crumbled in one hard swallow, worry coming off of him in waves. "You have to.” He sounded small to his own ears once his attention turned back to the ashen face in his hands but he didn't care. “You’re the Doctor.”

A gentle hand settled on his shoulder. "So I am.”

Kneeling, the Doctor pored over Desmond with sharp eyed scrutiny. A little noise of shock and the seemingly young face turned centuries old. "Oh you poor boy," murmured this ancient being. He reached for a sweaty forehead and tiny arcs of energy sparked up to his fingertips.

“Oof.” The Doctor pulled back his hand with a shake. “Artron poisoning. Too much unfiltered exposure to the time vortex. What kind of shields does he use?" He jerked his head at Ezio. "You know, when he’s off visiting family?”

“Wh..what?” Shaun shot a guilty look at the assassin who was listening to every word. “Do you mean the Animus? I’ve no clue how it actually works.” He licked his lips with a nervous flick of his tongue. “I’m just a historian. I can barely turn the thing on.”

“Never mind,” the Doctor boomed, rising to his feet. “We can worry about that later. Right now let’s get him into the TARDIS. The old girl has a few tricks up her sleeve for this sort of thing. Especially since the last time."

With a grimace , Shaun hefted Desmond into the air. Good god bugger was heavier than he looked. Shifting the tense weight in his arms made him stagger. Ezio made to help but the Englishman fought to right himself on his own. "No. I've got him."

It was at the TARDIS doorway that Shaun felt his heart jump into his throat. Would this work? How was this supposed to help? It was a leap of faith of sorts, he supposed. With exquisite care he navigated through the narrow entry, the mind bending nature of what he was walking into totally lost on him as his attention was taken up elsewhere.

The very instant they crossed the threshold, Desmond was a marionette with its strings cut. There was a moment of panic and this suddenly dead weight almost slipped from Shaun's grasp but Ezio was there to catch them both. Shaun held on tighter, relieved to feel the trembling cease and a full, deep breath against him.

"Ah! Excellent." The Doctor pat the top of a chaise longue that sat in a corner of the impossible room. "Right here if you don't mind. The perfect place for a bit of a kip."

Desmond was laid out with care, relief palpably replacing the exhaustion on his sleeping face.

Shaun couldn't stop hovering. "So?" he asked, wringing his hands. "Is that it?"

"For now," the Doctor said softly. "He needs time." He put a guiding hand on Shaun's elbow. "Come. Show me this machine of yours."

The hesitation didn't come as a surprise to anyone.

"Don't worry." The Doctor was full of sympathy, directing Shaun's attention to the assassin still at Desmond's side. "I think he'll be well looked after."

Reluctance dissipated and Shaun led the way out of the TARDIS.
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Leonardo didn't realize how engrossed he'd become with helping the Doctor examine the chair machine. An intriguing bit of business this Animus. The mechanism was complex yes, but beautiful in its own right, but its sleek elegance seemed out of place compared to what he could see of this modern world. Five hundred years. Invention was a marvelous thing but was this truly enough time for mankind to learn to visit their ancestors as the Doctor had hinted?

The urge to speak with Ezio was overwhelming. But where was Ezio?

He cursed himself for losing himself so thoroughly in his curiosity. This adventure had an extra gut-wrenching layer of complexity for the assassin. Clearly the man Desmond was related in some way. How many generations had to have passed between them?

It was obvious now where the assassin would be. Leonardo entered the TARDIS, finding Ezio still watching over his charge. Straddling a chair he'd found, Ezio rested his arms across the back, supporting his head as if its weight was too much for him. He could have been a sentinel made of stone if not betrayed by the rise and fall of his breathing.

Leonardo let his footsteps ring out as he walked over metal and glass. "He favors you strongly," he said teasingly, hoping to break the man's somber mood.

There was no answer; not even a twitch of acknowledgment.

He tried again. "Beyond the mere physical as well, I'd say. He seems to have your gift for inspiring deep feelings in others by the looks of it."

Nothing.

Oh dear.

"Ezio?" He reached out hesitantly, brushing his fingers along the man's shoulder.

The touch set off a heavy sigh from the assassin; the statue springing to life.

“When I was young and foolish,” Ezio began, rich bass coming from deep in his chest. “I never stopped to think what the future would hold. Life was a beautiful, bountiful thing.”

Stilling his hand, Leonardo remained silent, not wanting to distract the man from his catharsis.

“Then betrayal left my family in tatters. There was still only the now but it was filled only with blood and vengeance.” Ezio closed his eyes for a moment as the memories washed over him. “After that, I realized that it was the struggle against the Templars that was to consume what life was left in me.”

He straightened in his chair, focusing again on Desmond. “There were... so many things I thought lost to me. Like safety. And peace. My sister would marry into a new family, take a name with no target on its back. I accepted there would be nothing so easy for me. Eventually there would be a time where I would no longer be fast enough or strong enough and the Auditore legacy would come to a violent end.”

Ezio ran a hand along the chaise longue just next to the sleeping figure, not daring to touch for fear of disturbing the man with ghosts of the past. “It was never my death that troubled me. More that after all this sacrifice it would all be for nothing. But just seeing he exists changes so much. Knowing that long after my bones turn to dust...”

His sob pierced the air, shattering it into a million pieces.

“The Auditore are not dead. We are still here.”

Leonardo stood strong, hugging the assassin to him to share in his tears.
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Amy peered over the Doctor's shoulder, pretending she could make heads or tails of what he was looking at. “So Desmond got sick from this thing?”

“Not the machine itself per se,” he said, reaching into the heart of the Animus and pulling out a handful of cables. “This is what helps him be a nosy parker. And apparently he was expected if Miss Bee Hive Bonnet knew to implant a memory in Ezio just to say 'Hello'.” He slammed his hand against the metal casing and shot a glare at Shaun. “Where are the blasted shields on this thing?”

Shaun eyed the pieces of machinery littering the floor with trepidation. “I told you. This is everything.”

The Doctor rose from the floor, dusting off his hands in disgust. “Unbelievable! You've been sending your friend through the vortex to pester his ancestors with no shielding whatsoever? That's like dropping him into a volcano with a snorkel and some swim fins!”

“The vortex?” Shaun asked in a daze. “I thought the Animus worked by reading out ancestral memories coded into your DNA?”

“Well, certainly there's some basic information in there! That's just a stepping stone!” the Doctor snapped as if this should have been obvious. “Even butterflies use what's available to them. How else would they know how to find their summer home thousands of miles away? No, no, no! Think about what you've seen! You honestly believe that after over a half a millennium of evolution and plain old genetic drift that Desmond would keep the memory of how Ezio styled his hair on a certain day hard wired into his DNA?” He stepped closer to the Englishman, finger pointing in accusation. “Your Animus punches a peephole into the raw fabric of the universe and you've been busy shoving people through it.”

There was jangle and a crash as the main door to the warehouse swung open.

“Hey guys! We're back!” Rebecca could barely see over her armful of supplies and more Mountain Dew. “Did you missss...” Everything in her arms hit the floor in a noisy crash. “What the fuck have you done to Baby?” She was nearly in tears as she sprinted to protect the innards of the Animus strewn all over the floor.

“Don't worry, I can explain-” Shaun tried to intervene before blood was shed, most particularly his own.

There was a click of a gun being cocked. “You'd better start explaining.” The bag of groceries in one hand did little to put a dent in Lucy's cool exterior as she leveled her 9mm in the direction of the Doctor and his companion.

“What is it with this species and firearms?” the Doctor shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. He strolled up to the blonde, taking the gun from her hand to her blinking surprise. “No guns!” He slipped the safety on with practiced ease and tossed the handgun to Amy who held it at arm's length as if it were a rotting fish.

Shaun got himself bodily between them, knowing full well that the blonde didn't need weapons to be a threat. “Lucy! Meet the Doctor. You know... as in, ahh, the Doctor,” he finished lamely.

The Doctor,” the madman confirmed behind him with a vigorous nod.

The woman's eyes went wide. “From what Shaun tells me, the Templars have been trying to get their hands on you for a long time!”

“Really?” the Doctor asked proudly. “I'll add them to the list.”

Shaun cleared his throat. “Before I let you get all chummy, there are some other guests I need to mention-”

He was just a second too late.

“Ohmygod!” Lucy was aghast and damn near hyperventilating as she pointed at the white hooded figure striding in from the kitchen. “Is that... Ezio! Here! Now! Oh my god!”

Leonardo joined Ezio at his side, both watching the woman's reaction with bemusement. “It seems the Auditore are far from forgotten, caro,” he murmured softly.

Date: 2010-10-02 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jtptan.livejournal.com
Yaaaay! I was super excited to see a new chapter of this.

I love how you've got them accessing a form of time travel and them not even realizing it. I wonder how the Doctor will react to 16 other previous tries(at least) that definitely messed up the subjects, possibly due to no shielding...

Date: 2010-10-02 11:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
ha! I'm glad you are excited. I won't comment as it's some spoilery type stuff but I enjoy writing this and would like to get it done before acb drops

Date: 2010-10-03 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lyntek.livejournal.com
“The Auditore are not dead. We are still here.”

Omggg this scene. Love so much.

When Ezio was yelling "THE AUDITORE ARE NOT DEAD" was easily one of my favorite moments of the game. So happy to see you use this in a fic ♥ And especially happy to see a new part to this fic!

Date: 2010-10-03 11:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
Thanks! Ezio's family is so important to him that I couldn't see him responding any other way to knowing he's not the last.

Date: 2010-10-03 10:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] assassin-lucy.livejournal.com
Poor Des, suffering from exposure to the time vortex. And Ezio, with the Auditore stuff that gets mentioned. I want to see more of this ^_^

Date: 2010-10-03 11:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
Heh, the next chapter or two should be interesting!

Date: 2010-10-03 10:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] valeithel.livejournal.com
I need to hug Ezio! I NEED IT! ç_ç

Date: 2010-10-03 11:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
Ezio needs a hug too.

Date: 2011-01-09 08:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] aoyagi-rikka.livejournal.com
A little late to the gate, but I'm really liking this; a couple of points especially:

Where Ezio is angsting over Desmond & the fact that his family is still alive. Many authors who write ancestor-meets-his-descendant stories fail to really address the point that this is his son that he's meeting.

Also, pointing out that after hundreds or thousands of years it's very unlikely that genetic memory would still be so specific. Thank you.

Date: 2011-01-09 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
Thanks so much! This is one of my favorite stories so I'm thrilled when someone enjoys it too. I hope you find the rest of it satisfying as well.

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