Fandoms: Assassin's Creed 2/Doctor Who
Spoilers for AC2: endgame, for DW, bits of season 5
Warnings: Slash content
Pairings: Shaun/Desmond, Ezio/Leonardo
Rating for this chapter is barely PG 13. other chapters as high as NC17
I own neither AC or DW and make no money from this.
Apologies for lateness. Have been bitten by severe case of procrastination and distracted by the desire to have Nathan Drake from Uncharted sex up every single male character in AC. Oof.
Critique encouraged and I am grateful for all feedback.
Summary: Leonardo receives a visit from an old friend. This goes about as well as one would expect when the Doctor is involved.
Must be read in order to make any sense whatsoeverPast Chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
For Shaun, everything had disappeared, a thick haze coalescing around his consciousness.
He was not pinned to the wall in a hallway deep in the heart of the most dangerous of dangerous places.
There was no incredible assemblage of people surrounding him, concern plain on their startled faces.
The blade pricking the skin at his throat was nothing.
There was only this man –fearful, confused, shaking in desperation- that pinned him in place. There was only the feel of a body pressed against him, a body that belonged to someone else.
He ached to even think of it.
None of the others would know how impossible this all was. To them, Desmond had simply become someone else without understanding the implications. How could they? They hadn’t seen the truth that had been hidden in Subject Sixteen’s insane ramblings.
The Truth! A secret of biblical proportions. Shaun had never expected in his life to use the expression quite so literally. Adam, Eve, the Apple. The Fall of Man was no fall from grace, but two people throwing off the yoke of an ancient race by making off with an instrument of their enslavement. Harsh reality muddled by a story of antiquity.
It was enough to send a whole army of theologians off to gibber in a corner.
And Desmond. What of Desmond?
“Goodness!” The Doctor’s bright voice pierced through the fog that clouded Shaun’s thoughts. The impending threat of violence didn’t seem to bother the odd man one little bit. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a little more specific, dear boy,” he continued, all bemused smiles and affability. “When you’ve been around as long as I have you wind up meeting quite a lot of Adams.” He began ticking off on his fingers. “Adam Smith, the Adam mountain range. There’s Prince Adam Czartoryski- lovely chaps, both of them!”
Shaun sagged against the wall at his back, too floored by the wild ramblings to notice the weapon at his jugular begin to slip. “Doctor, I don’t think-“
“There’s the town in Oman.” The list continued at a frenzied pace. “The Adam family- Scottish architects not the one with the hirsute cousin.”
“Really, you might want to-“ Shaun tried again, his irritation surging, drowning out any notice that the body pressed against him was nowhere near as tense, no longer on guard.
“And if you can believe it an entire planet whose inhabitants look an awful lot like seven foot tall pink hedgehogs with this fuzzy little thing-“ Hands fluttered in demonstration. “On the tops of their heads who for reasons known only to themselves all go by the name ‘Adam’.”
Here the Doctor finally faltered, looking immediately apologetic. “Now… now I’m not saying you look anything like a seven foot tall pink hedgehog with a fuzzy little thing on the top of your head, but you can understand where the possibility of confusion might arise-“
“Doctor!” Shaun finally snapped, stepping forward before he could even process that nothing preventing him from doing so. He spun in a wild surprise, heart racing so hard it felt as if it might burst.
“Mad,” whispered Adam, hopelessly lost by the Doctor’s inane chatter, looking far too weary and forlorn as the blade quietly sheathed itself away. “He’s completely mad.”
At this the Doctor turned beet red. “Why does everyone keep saying that?” He turned to his audience, full of fury. “I most certainly am not! Tell him, Pond!”
Amy let out a nervous laugh with an “I…uh…well-“ Leonardo beside her was no help at all as he made a show of finding some invisible something on his sleeve so fascinating as to require all of his attention.
“Fine!” The Doctor was all indignation at this flustering. “Let’s see if I take you anywhere fun the next time either of you want to go on holiday!”
He surveyed them all with his offended chin stuck high in the air before leveling an accusatory finger directly at Ezio. The Italian arched an eyebrow, looking more than eager to clarify any rumors regarding the Doctor’s sanity.
“And you can keep quiet, Messere Fancy Assassin! You think you’re sooo cool! You don’t even have a hat!”
“DOCTOR!” roared Shaun, hands clenched with murderous intent as the Doctor approached. “Will you just. Shut. UP?”
Well. That got everyone’s attention. What would he tell them? What should he tell them?
Leonardo was watching him with keen interest.
The explosive truth had been locked away in Desmond’s memories, discovered just before all this time travel business began. Could history unravel if the secret was revealed to the Italians five hundred years too soon?
He couldn’t take that chance. Not when everything else was ready to unravel right now.
“There are no mountains or towns or fuzzy hedgehogs,” Shaun whispered, low enough so only those closest could hear. “He is Adam. The first man.”
The words flipped a switch. “The first Adam?” The Doctor echoed softly, now alight with curiosity. “You can’t possibly mean….”
Tight lipped and grim, Shaun refused to answer.
“No!” The Doctor laughed, dancing as close to the two men as he dared. “No. No. No. That’s just a story. A metaphor! No! Nononono- really?” He trailed off as Adam stood resolute, facing down this inspection and for the first time, the Doctor showed some doubt. “You’re sure of this?”
Shaun nodded. “There was a memory. Subject Sixteen made sure that only one person could ever find it.“ Had to look away. Couldn’t look at Adam, just for a moment. “And he found it.”
“Oi!” came the bellow from Amy. “What are you old maids gossiping about over there?”
“Ready to chat now are we?” the Doctor shot back. He ignored her pout, turning to the men before him. “I like to think I’m the sort who likes to keep himself in the know and somehow I’ve managed to miss this little detail.” His focus narrowed inward. “Though I’m a fool, for it seems obvious now. The basis of it all comes from the First Civilization. Of course Those Who Came Before would paint their enslavement of humanity as a type of Eden. You and Eve escaping with Apple brought that all crashing down.”
Shaking his head, Adam stood half agape. “Who are you?”
The Doctor was already beyond the question. His hushed words blasted out of him in a torrential downpour, flying at them fast and furious. “All of this is too important, too much of a coincidence. Too many chance events, too much happenstance had to all align perfectly for you to be here at this very moment. We did what we set out to do yet you still came. Not any of a thousand others of possible ancestors that it could have been but you. What did I miss? Why you? Why here? Why now?”
Adam was slow to answer. “I do not know. All I held certain is no longer what I knew it to be. But if there is danger, I will do anything that needs to be done.”
“Nothing is true.” Ezio’s low rumble from inches away startled them all. “Everything is permitted.”
“Where… How do you do that?” Smoothing his blazer back over his braces, the Doctor made no effort to mask his annoyance at the Italian’s stealth. “You’d think you’d be making all sorts of jangly-squeaky noises in that getup!”
This bait was not enough to deter Ezio. “We are in this together. There should be no secrets.”
The Doctor’s lighthearted manner crumpled as if this had been a physical blow. “Knowledge is not always a good thing. What if there was information that would shatter your entire world but was impossible for you to act on?” He stole a guilty glance at his companion, who was too busy pretending she wanted nothing to do with him to notice. “Like knowing precisely when someone you care about is supposed to die. Or that the love of your life vanished as if he never existed. Would you want to know?”
Ezio couldn’t resist looking to Leonardo at the question. “Your point is made, but I don’t have to like it,” he bit off in anger. “I don’t like any of this!” His voice rang out, his temper given free rein. “One of our own risks his life and comes back a man possessed yet you sit here and talk as if this were the most normal thing in the world! Did you forget about him or is he just another pawn in your game?”
The illusion of youth gave way. “No.” The Doctor looked every one of his years. “I haven’t forgotten Desmond.”
Adam went deathly pale. “That name. I hear him…Desmond.” He teetered precariously and Shaun was there to steady him.
“I’m… He is here,” panted the man who wasn’t Desmond, desperate for air. “I know this is not my place.” He latched on to Shaun, grip astonishingly strong. “I would give him back to you if I knew how.”
The words were both a relief and brutal to hear. “Doctor,” Shaun began weakly. “You helped him before. Surely you can help him again.”
“I don’t know.” This admission lashed out, leaving a bitter sting. “This is different.”
“Different how?” asked Leonardo, following Amy to join the others. “The disturbance you created to destroy the Templars’ machines. It created the same energy that sickened him before, did it not?”
“Yes,” the Doctor replied. “But the TARDIS is a maternal old thing. She made sure Desmond would be able to withstand another large artron exposure.” His cheeks puffed out in frustration. “And Adam has completely supplanted Desmond's personality. Activating the temporal inharmonic wasn’t safe but it wouldn’t have done anything like this to him. Not by itself at any rate.”
“Maybe there's more of those Animus thingies someplace else,” suggested Amy, forgiving the Doctor his slight.
“The guards were told to retreat to a repository,” added Leonardo. “Might there not be something of importance there?”
Shaun nodded, heart racing at this newfound hope. “There was mention of it again before we rejoined you. They broadcast orders to defend the repository at all costs.”
Ezio threw a punch into the palm of his hand. “With superior numbers, the Templars of the past would not have fallen back unless ordered to do so. By all rights we should be battling Abstergo still.” Finally, he permitted himself a brilliant smile. “Doctor, I think you will find your answer in this repository.”
“Wonderful!” the Doctor exclaimed, sudden grin twisting into a knot of worry. “Now let’s just hope that before we get there I can figure out my question.”