Fandoms: Assassin's Creed 2/Doctor Who
Spoilers for AC2 end of game, Season 5 for DW
Rating this chapter R for violence. .
Slash content in other chapters
Pairings: Shaun/Desmond, Leonardo/Ezio
I do not own these characters and make no money from this.
Summary: Leonardo receives a visit from an old friend. This goes about as well as could be expected.
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Shaun stood alone, trying not to choke but the smoke that filled the room was cloying and thick; rank with a foul stink that burned the back of his throat. Looking up, it was if the world had changed around him.
Once austere and white and clinical, now all black and scarred and demolished. There were still shouts in the distance, alarms going off, the sounds of extinguishers being emptied in the background as the Templars tried uselessly to salvage what they could from the devastation.
Where were the others? They needed to get out of here.
Left with little choice, he called into the darkness. "Is everyone all right?" A wave of his hands did little to clear the air. He dodged sparks raining down from damaged light fixtures overhead as he searched for signs of life. "Desmond?” he called. “Doctor?” The lack of response had him nearly worked up into a frenzy. “Anybody?"
"Here! We're here!"
The anguish in Amy’s voice was more than enough to get him sprinting in the direction from which it came. He very nearly stumbled over her, just narrowly avoiding treading on an outstretched hand that lay pale and limp on the floor.
A hand that belonged to the Doctor.
The mercurial man was motionless, still sprawled out precisely where he had fallen.
“I don't think he's breathing,” Amy sobbed, tears streaking trails through the soot that marked her face.
Shaun watched her press her ear to the man's chest, first on one side of his sternum, then the other. He was no anatomist but what in the holy hell was she doing?
“You greedy alien bastard!” the girl yelled as she tore at the unconscious man's jacket. She placed her palms over the singed skin the taser probe had created just under his collar bone. “Why can't you manage with just one heart like everyone else?” Her chest compressions came swift and hard, curses punctuating her movements.
The crunch of debris being crushed underfoot had Shaun turning, ready to defend, still not quite sure how he managed to hold on to either yantok in all the madness.
“At ease.” Ezio’s deep chested rumble brought with it a wave of relief and a second wave with it when it was clear he was not alone. The Italian moved closer, taking infinite care in bringing with him an injured Leonardo who still had a hand at the other man’s shoulder for balance.
“We must move him,” Ezio warned Amy as she paused in her efforts to listen again for a heartbeat. “We cannot stay here.”
Leonardo spoke up, surprising them all. “A moment, please. I believe I have seen this before.”
The artist was a disheveled mess, gingerly lowering himself to the Doctor’s side with dried blood standing out sharply against his pale forehead.
“Doctor,” Leonardo whispered softly to the prone man. “Time for you to awaken, my friend.”
Amy wiped at her tears with her sleeve, watching the man with more than a hint of worry. “Are…are you feeling all right?”
“You force me to take drastic measures,” the artist sighed, ignoring the girl completely. “Remember when we first met? In Milano it was. On the eve of Il Moro’s wedding. You… attracted the attention of one of his archers. Does your companion need to hear the story of precisely what occurred to prompt the archer to shoot you in the-“
The Doctor sat up sharply, startling them all as if he were a corpse come back to life. He gasped for air where there was little to be had.
“Sorry…about that,” the revived man said deep within the midst of a hacking fit. “Fellow with that dreadful taser thing…managed a lucky shot. Stopped one of my hearts.” He absently rubbed at the burn marks on his chest. “Needed to get to a suspended state to decrease my tissue conductivity. The reboot seems to have done the trick.” He blinked wearily through the smoke, finally noticing the twisted lumps of metal around him.
“Goodness.” His voice turned thin and reedy. “What did I miss?”
“You!” Amy hissed, red-faced in her fury. “You idiot! You scared me!”
She began swatting him, slapping at him like an infuriated housecat, forcing himself to shield himself with an upraised arm.
“Ow! Ow! Are you mad, woma-“ That was all the Doctor managed to say before she threw herself at him, offering a great big hug as her tears started anew. He made all sorts of cooing noises as he hugged her right back. “Shh, shh. You worry too much,” he said burying a smile into her hair. “I’m fine, you’re fine, everyone is…”
The Doctor staggered to his feet, unceremoniously dumping his distraught companion to the floor. “Where’s Desmond?’ he demanded. “Was he the one to activate the temporal inharmonic?”
He limped forward, moving as if every muscle were tied up in knots. “We must find- oh…” There was no way for him to hide the spasm that rippled through his body.
“You are injured and will do nothing of the sort,” Ezio shot back. “We will find Desmond.”
Steadfastly gnoring the Doctor’s sulking, Ezio let his eyes become purest gold as he surveyed the area, eagle vision turning them into beacons in the darkness. At a distance, one could dismiss it as a trick of the light, an illusion. Up close it felt probing, piercing; looking through the smoke as if it had never been there.
As if given the chance he could see into the darkest parts of your soul.
The thought alone made a chill shoot up Shaun’s spine.
“Strange.” Eyes turned human again. “He is close yet he does not join us.”
Shaun couldn’t hold himself back any longer. “He’s not hurt is he?”
Ezio wet his lips with his tongue as he pondered the question. “He does not appear to be.”
He pointed the way with a gloved hand. “Go to him. I will begin to lead the others from this awful place. With injuries it will be slow going but we will mark our way.” Turning to Shaun, he laid a strong hand on the Englishman’s shoulder. “Rejoin us swiftly. The Templars regroup even now and I will need the help from both of you.”
Shaun nodded mutely, hoping he could share Ezio’s confidence. He took off in the direction he’d been shown, weaving through the wreckage as he heard shouts in the distance.
“They must still be in the building!”
“Are we to take them alive?”
“If we can.”
Where was that stupid bastard? Running off like an idiot. Didn’t he think that anyone would be worried about him? Especially after how the Doctor reacted to the idea that Desmond had set off the temporal thing-
A flash of white up ahead had his heart racing and his feet quickly following.
“There you are, you tosser!” he said, his relief profound at the sight of Desmond’s hoodie. “We have to get out of here!”
Desmond failed to respond. His back was to Shaun, caught up in examining the blade on his forearm as if were some alien parasite attached to his skin. The man flexed his wrist and the snick of metal on metal as the blade revealed itself caused a small start of surprise.
Shaun came closer, flush with worry all over again. ”What’s wrong?”
The blade continued to monopolize Desmond’s attention. “I am not sure.”
This answer –so rigid, too formal- already had skin prickling in alarm. It was then that Shaun noticed the difference in posture, the apprehensive stance. None of the familiar slouch, the usual jeans-and-t-shirt air as Desmond turned to him.
He’d never witnessed Desmond using his eagle vision first hand before. Too busy with his own work for Shaun to have seen any of Desmond’s abilities being used in the real world. The golden glow, the glittering light pouring out of those eyes- beautiful yes, but there was something different from how it had been with Ezio.
It was worse.
Someone was looking through him. Pinning him down and peeling him open to look inside.
Animal instinct urged Shaun to run but there was no fucking way that was going to happen. Not when it was Desmond. Not now, no matter how much the look of him, the feel of him, was wrong.
And it was, wasn’t it? All wrong.
Even though his subconscious knew the answer, he had to ask: “Desmond?”
The name alone seemed to trigger an avalanche.
A small shake began with Desmond’s brow crumpling under the weight crushing press of pain and anguish. That scar trembled as full mouth struggled to form words. “Sh..Shaun? I… I can’t… Can’t-”
Then as quickly as it started, this too was gone and the body language was just off all over again. Wound up too tight, too fearful and ready to lash out.
“Who are you?” Desmond demanded, full of suspicion.
Voices rang out, far too close in the smoke and darkness.
“Sir! They’re on the move!”
“Teams 1 and 2 are to mobilize and contain! Teams 3 and 4 will prevent breach of the repository at all costs!”
Now what in the ever-loving-fucking-hell was that?
No time to think. Not safe to think out here. Not with… with Desmond-
A gut twisting sense of loss threatened to overwhelm him.
No. He mustn’t think like that. Whatever the temporal inharmonic had done, Desmond was still in there; trapped inside.
“We are in terrible danger here,” Shaun said softly, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. “Please. We need to keep moving.”
Whatever had taken Desmond over cocked his head, studying him for a few interminably long seconds as if Shaun was the one who couldn’t be trusted.
“You are not bound by their influence,” was the cryptic analysis, but the quirk of a painfully familiar smile was profoundly welcome. “That is good.”
“I hope so,” Shaun sighed wearily in return.
He led the way, backtracking to where he had separated from the others, forced to check behind him more than once. It wasn’t just his innate paranoia requiring him to make sure that he was being followed. No, it was more the way the man moved that forced Shaun to look back again and again.
Completely silent as he navigated through the wreckage even though he was constantly on in motion; using Desmond’s body with a proficiency that even Desmond had never managed.
Who was this? So many generations in Desmond’s past. Adept at stealth but no familiarity with the hidden blade. Not Ezio then- his blade and training had come all at once. Possibly a young Altaïr? No. He’d grown up around the blade that it should have been more than familiar.
It was only when Shaun realized he was standing where the Doctor had fallen that he kicked himself out of his own musings. There was no sign of Ezio and the others. The exit was close but the corridor branched from there. Which way would they have gone? A trail. Ezio had said they’d leave a trail…
“I know this,” he heard Desmond say.
The man had dropped to his haunches to one side of the exit. Hands placed flat against the wall; there was something there that held his fascination.
Looking over his shoulder, Shaun could just make out the faint markings on the wall that enthralled Desmond so.
It was a tiny lion holding an arrow in its left paw, all of it surrounded by flames had been sketched hastily over the painted surface.
Shaun permitted himself a dry laugh. A burning lion. Lion arde. Of course the artist wouldn’t have been able to resist leaving his mark. Using a child’s crayon no less. That must have been the Doctor’s contribution.
A low moan came from Desmond as the image set him rocking on his heels. Fingers dug at his skull as if he was desperate to claw inside. “I have seen this before yet I know I have not. Thoughts that are not my own… Voices…Too many…”
Without thinking, Shaun swept the man up and clasped him to his chest. Desmond collapsed into it willingly, his sobs wringing them both dry.
The beam of a flashlight caught Shaun’s eye. “We have to keep moving,” he whispered.
Desmond nodded haltingly into his shoulder.
Please. Please let the Doctor fix this.
Shaun led him, Desmond following numbly like an automaton. The Englishman took one last glance at the Animus graveyard, desperately hoping that the blow to the Templars wrought here had not come at too high a cost.
The two men made their way through the belly of Abstergo, the pictograms left behind guiding their way. One turn was shown as an eagle with its beak to the right. A bowtie was left on a door that was meant to be passed through.
After a while, it was signs of battle that marked their path. Specks of blood. Bodies of unconscious Templars that their comrades were too engaged to attend to.
Another stretch of endless corridor and Desmond dropped into a fighting stance. “There are sounds of battle.”
“Really?” Shaun strained to listen, yantok at the ready. If there was any activity going on up ahead, he could hear none of it. They followed the length of it, turning one corner then another. It was only then that Shaun heard anything at all.
“Behind you!” was Leonardo’s muted shout. There was a feminine squeak then a not so feminine grunt that was undoubtedly Amy’s before she proudly answered “Got ‘em!”
Shaun was bolting towards the cacophony, grateful to see that Desmond was following just a step behind.
They ran head first into mayhem.
Templars- at least a dozen of them if not more- were packed into the narrow corridor. The Doctor continued his dance of timing, allowing the guards to eliminate each other one by one. At some point, Amy had acquired a baton and was swinging it with poorly aimed gusto, leaving Leonardo doing his best to offer guidance as he kept out of her way. With a fresh gash bleeding at his shoulder, Ezio was still doing his damndest holding his own against overwhelming numbers.
With that, Shaun joined the fray. Bashing, battering, breaking. Desmond was at his side, dispatching Templars with cool efficiency.
The tides turned against the guards when the two engaged in the fight. Shaun spotted one of the Templars slip away, using another guard as a shield. “Sir, Team 2 is taking heavy losses in sector twelve!” the man shouted desperately into his radio. “Request backup!”
“Denied! All units fall back to the repository!” came the staticky reply.
There was that word again.
It was only when Shaun caught motion out of the corner of his eye that he cursed himself for getting distracted in a fight.
The side of his head exploded in a world of pain, a hard blow getting under his guard. He tried to backpedal away, create some distance to shake off the stars blinding his eyes, but he was hit once, twice, a third time in rapid succession.
In the confusion, an errant body on the floor tripped him, putting him on his back- quite possibly the absolute worst position to be in precisely at that moment. A heavily booted foot came down at him with no time, no room to react- trapped as he was between fallen Templars. The stomping would break some ribs surely, he thought. Ruptured spleen. Whatever happened, it wouldn’t be pretty.
A rough cry of “No!” and the booted foot and the body it was attached to were gone. Desmond looked near feral in his rage, flinging the man aside like a ragdoll.
If the order to retreat hadn’t been enough, the sight of a man that looked ready to tear them limb from limb had the Templars running like rabbits.
Amy cheered as their enemies fled, catching up Leonardo in a warm hug. Finally able to catch his breath, Ezio slumped against the wall to offer them an exhausted smile at their antics.
The Doctor broke into a huge smile. “Desmond! Pleased as punch to….see… you-”
His voice trailed off to nowhere as he came closer, face falling in sorrow once he had a better look. “Oh my dear boy.”
With his entire body trembling, Desmond was as white as a ghost.
Shaun struggled to get to his feet, desperate to get to the man and do something –anything- to help. Someone got to him first, Desmond hauling him upright by fistfuls of his jumper to knock the wind out of him to pin the Englishman to the wall.
“It’s strong. Too strong.”
Shaun’s heart shoved its way into his throat certain that was Desmond –truly Desmond- whispering into his ear.
“Hard …to control.” Desmond struggled to breath, cradling the other man’s face between his hands.
The feel of the kiss was as shocking as it was welcome. Lips and tongue and teeth tried to convey every last bit of feeling, every sensation, the whole fucking world of emotion poured into it and Shaun welcomed it.
Fear. Hope. Pain. Passion. Desperation. Tenderness.
For a few brief seconds they shared it all.
A heartbeat later it was gone.
It hurt, good god it hurt to see Desmond’s face shutter closed.
Don’t. Don’t go. Fight, you bastard. I know you can do that.
But when those eyes opened again, someone else was behind them.
Shaun tried not to flinch when a flick of the wrist brought the hidden blade to his throat.
“What have you done to me?” the man inside Desmond wailed, blade quaking against Shaun’s unprotected skin.
“Desmond.” The Doctor spoke softly, slowly, inching forward as he did. “Put the blade down.”
“My name is not Desmond!” snarled this frightened creature.
The Doctor held out his hands in supplication. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, as if he should have known this all along. “Something is terribly wrong but for me to fix it I need you to trust me.”
“Trust! What do you know of trust?” was what was spat back. “You who look like one of the First but I know you are not! And you! Keep back!”
The last was directed at Ezio who used his own stealth to draw nearer. “How is it that you reek of the Apple? I will not allow you to harm Eve or the others that we have freed. We will not be enslaved again!”
Shaun stiffened at this information, uncaring that his tension caused the blade to nick his skin. No. No way could this be-
“I’m sorry, old chap but I think you have us confused with someone else. For starters, I’m the Doctor,” said the bow-tied man congenially enough. “And that’s rather large man behind you is Ezio.” His tone was what one would use to calm a spooked horse. “Why don’t you tell me your name?”
“My name?” The laugh that came was full of scorn, something that would never have normally come from that mouth. “We had no names when we were slaves.”
The man looked at them one by one, full of defiance. “Now… now I am known as Adam.”