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Title: A Sleeping Flea
Author: Troy (mars_of_war)
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Characters: Subject 16, Desmond
Rating: G
Warnings: it takes place in Revelations but I don't really feel like there are any spoilers?
Word Count: 791
Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed is belong to Ubisoft.
He knew he shouldn't have come in here. After he'd found his own sync-nexus, synching with an ancestor's memories was so incredibly dangerous. He could undo all of the hard work that he'd done - and then what? Could it even be done a second time? Maybe with another set of memories, another ancestor - God (ha!) knew he'd lived enough lives - enough of other people's lives, that there was surely someone else out there he could find. Provided he could do it in time to keep himself from crashing again - it had been a long climb back to coherency some days.
And yet here he was, standing on top of the column tower of Kuçuk Ayasofya with Desmond, inside of Ezio Auditore's memories, feeling the wind rush past him and that feeling of calm as the three of them focused, together, looking out over Kostantiniyye. Spotting something in the distance, Desmond and Ezio tensed. They must have been using eagle vision. Sixteen hadn't really been paying attention, but the way their muscles tightened caught him fully and gripped him with an almost shuddering anticipation. They were prepping for a jump. This, Sixteen thought, was ecstasy. He let the others do the work - Ezio's memory and Desmond's focus of control and just rode backseat, feeling the coil in the muscles, the spring and the release as they began the controlled fall into the hay below. Sixteen heard the mournful cry of an eagle in the distance as they plummeted, not even bothering to properly brace himself for the impact - Desmond and Ezio would handle it.
So lost in the feeling of the moment, it took Sixteen a moment to realize that they weren't getting out of the hay. Ezio lay there, unmoving, but unhurt. Desmond had pulled back, not breaking the connection enough to desynchronize, but had turned his focus inward.
"Sixteen?"
It was a thought, not a spoken question, but connected like this, both of them synched to their ancestor in this artificial environment of memory, Desmond didn't need to speak to be heard.
"Too obvious?" Sixteen chuckled a little, smiling to himself, still riding the feeling of the leap of faith.
"Ezio hasn't reacted to a leap of faith like that since he was seventeen," Desmond replied, sighing. "You shouldn't be here."
"I know," Sixteen admitted. "But I'm not interfering. I'm just along for the ride. It was something to do."
"I'm not worried about you interfering," Desmond sounded more irritated than he'd meant to. The truth was that he was worried about Sixteen interfering. If he'd lost himself so much in this moment, how much until his feelings bled over, causing Desmond to be unable to tell the difference between Ezio's instincts and Sixteen's emotions? But more importantly, Desmond knew that Sixteen had already done this - he must have. How else would he have known about it - which meant that he was taking a serious risk initiating his own bleeding effect collapse again being in here - something else that worried Desmond a lot.
"It's -- it's fine. I'll just be right here, quietly in the-- in the background and I won't follow you in again," Sixteen ground out, forcing the words as they tangled up in themselves, cascading out of him in a mess that he forced to remain in order from beginning to end. Syntax, he cautioned himself. There were parameters he had to stay within and he felt himself dangerously close to the edges of them as he reeled from Desmond's emotions, scrambling to block himself off since he couldn't escape them. "I can't just leave, anyway. I have to leave ...with you. If I don't, the Animus will know something's wrong."
Sixteen made a point that Desmond couldn't ignore. If he had been on his own, he probably would have thrown his hands up in the air in defeat and frustration. Sixteen could be so damn frustrating sometimes.
"Fine, but just...." Desmond hesitated, "Just be careful. I need to focus, here, or I'll get desynchronized and then we're both out on our asses." Not necessarily a bad idea, but in the interest of time - who knew how long he'd been in here, hadn't Rebecca said she could only keep him like this a few days? - he needed to get through this as quickly as possible so he could find a way out.
"Right, right. It's like I'm not even h-here," Sixteen agreed, mentally closing his eyes and relaxing back into the background. "Like a sleeping flea on a dog," he grinned.
Ezio scratched the back of his head idly, Desmond reconnected and they exited the haystack, intent on whatever Ezio and Desmond had just seen.
Author: Troy (mars_of_war)
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Characters: Subject 16, Desmond
Rating: G
Warnings: it takes place in Revelations but I don't really feel like there are any spoilers?
Word Count: 791
Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed is belong to Ubisoft.
He knew he shouldn't have come in here. After he'd found his own sync-nexus, synching with an ancestor's memories was so incredibly dangerous. He could undo all of the hard work that he'd done - and then what? Could it even be done a second time? Maybe with another set of memories, another ancestor - God (ha!) knew he'd lived enough lives - enough of other people's lives, that there was surely someone else out there he could find. Provided he could do it in time to keep himself from crashing again - it had been a long climb back to coherency some days.
And yet here he was, standing on top of the column tower of Kuçuk Ayasofya with Desmond, inside of Ezio Auditore's memories, feeling the wind rush past him and that feeling of calm as the three of them focused, together, looking out over Kostantiniyye. Spotting something in the distance, Desmond and Ezio tensed. They must have been using eagle vision. Sixteen hadn't really been paying attention, but the way their muscles tightened caught him fully and gripped him with an almost shuddering anticipation. They were prepping for a jump. This, Sixteen thought, was ecstasy. He let the others do the work - Ezio's memory and Desmond's focus of control and just rode backseat, feeling the coil in the muscles, the spring and the release as they began the controlled fall into the hay below. Sixteen heard the mournful cry of an eagle in the distance as they plummeted, not even bothering to properly brace himself for the impact - Desmond and Ezio would handle it.
So lost in the feeling of the moment, it took Sixteen a moment to realize that they weren't getting out of the hay. Ezio lay there, unmoving, but unhurt. Desmond had pulled back, not breaking the connection enough to desynchronize, but had turned his focus inward.
"Sixteen?"
It was a thought, not a spoken question, but connected like this, both of them synched to their ancestor in this artificial environment of memory, Desmond didn't need to speak to be heard.
"Too obvious?" Sixteen chuckled a little, smiling to himself, still riding the feeling of the leap of faith.
"Ezio hasn't reacted to a leap of faith like that since he was seventeen," Desmond replied, sighing. "You shouldn't be here."
"I know," Sixteen admitted. "But I'm not interfering. I'm just along for the ride. It was something to do."
"I'm not worried about you interfering," Desmond sounded more irritated than he'd meant to. The truth was that he was worried about Sixteen interfering. If he'd lost himself so much in this moment, how much until his feelings bled over, causing Desmond to be unable to tell the difference between Ezio's instincts and Sixteen's emotions? But more importantly, Desmond knew that Sixteen had already done this - he must have. How else would he have known about it - which meant that he was taking a serious risk initiating his own bleeding effect collapse again being in here - something else that worried Desmond a lot.
"It's -- it's fine. I'll just be right here, quietly in the-- in the background and I won't follow you in again," Sixteen ground out, forcing the words as they tangled up in themselves, cascading out of him in a mess that he forced to remain in order from beginning to end. Syntax, he cautioned himself. There were parameters he had to stay within and he felt himself dangerously close to the edges of them as he reeled from Desmond's emotions, scrambling to block himself off since he couldn't escape them. "I can't just leave, anyway. I have to leave ...with you. If I don't, the Animus will know something's wrong."
Sixteen made a point that Desmond couldn't ignore. If he had been on his own, he probably would have thrown his hands up in the air in defeat and frustration. Sixteen could be so damn frustrating sometimes.
"Fine, but just...." Desmond hesitated, "Just be careful. I need to focus, here, or I'll get desynchronized and then we're both out on our asses." Not necessarily a bad idea, but in the interest of time - who knew how long he'd been in here, hadn't Rebecca said she could only keep him like this a few days? - he needed to get through this as quickly as possible so he could find a way out.
"Right, right. It's like I'm not even h-here," Sixteen agreed, mentally closing his eyes and relaxing back into the background. "Like a sleeping flea on a dog," he grinned.
Ezio scratched the back of his head idly, Desmond reconnected and they exited the haystack, intent on whatever Ezio and Desmond had just seen.