"6th from top, subject is Shaun Hastings. read the bit on how he escaped the guards, and it clearly says there probably was hacking involved... so I only know one person capable of doing that, and that would be Rebecca, though Lucy is no idiot either."
Summary: The one where Shaun gets in over his head and Rebecca saves his ass.
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anonymous
July 2 2011, 08:05:45 UTC
She called him when he got back to his hotel room.
Her. The loon of a woman who’d been contacting him for years now, at every hour and from every new phone he bought. She’d called him yesterday after he posted to WikiLeaks, before he got a little short with her and finally asked she not call again. Then he left for the conference and threw away his cellphone.
(Oh, the conference-a very handy excuse for getting out of the country in a hurry. Yet another clever safety precaution that didn’t make one iota of difference in the end.) Of course she knew his hotel room number less than a day after he checked in. Of course. And the lone thought burning a corner of his mind up, frantic: if she had found him, how long would it take Abstergo?He was well-acquainted with her voice. He felt he knew her, in a weird way. Her unique and interesting vocal texture, her verbal quirks. He heard her laugh once, despite how she only called to warn him about getting in too deep with Abstergo. Didn’t know her name, obviously, though in less sober moods he
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anonymous
July 2 2011, 08:13:51 UTC
“Hello, Mister Hastings,” said the man whose elbow matched the dent in Shaun’s trachea. He was larger overall than his sprinting companion, with knuckles that may not have been able to pound clean through granite but undoubtedly intimidated the hell out of anything lower on the Mohs scale. His outline against the sky was spherical with muscle. “How good of you to meet us by the van,” he said. He grabbed the back of Shaun’s sweater and picked him up like a handbag.
Shaun choked out a, “What-?”
“You have a three-hour appointment with Mister Rikkin today,” said the skinny one. His eyes scanned the area like some tree-dwelling thing straying onto the ground for the first time. “We make sure you arrive on time and in one piece.”
“Abstergo company policy advocates we inform you ahead of time that last part ain’t strictly enforced,” boomed Knuckles somewhere above Shaun’s head.
At which point, that deep and eternally snarky part of Shaun went very, very quiet.“You’d be amazed how few parts you really need to survive a three-hour meeting
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anonymous
July 2 2011, 08:24:15 UTC
Her name was Rebecca Crane, and she was not what he expected. Or she was how he had expected before, when he still thought she was out of her tiny mind.
He’d trudged through the city after escaping the van, been found and beat up by the guards, took one out and lost the other one again, and finally made it to the abandoned rail station where her car was parked (no way in bloody hell, he thought, certain he’d be better off chancing it with Rikkin than riding around in that beat-up health hazard). She wore huge glasses with zebra-print frames, an offensively yellow shirt, green cowboy boots. Her hair was white blonde and came together above her eyebrows like a widow’s peak secretly yearning to become a hood. The whole effect was a rather jarring
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anonymous
July 2 2011, 08:31:37 UTC
Rebecca looked downright excited“A lot farther,” she said, impressed. Shaun nodded to himself. He had been less clear on Assassins, but, well. He was now. Rebecca laughed. “Yep, I’m one of the good guys
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anonymous
July 2 2011, 08:36:11 UTC
Rebecca’s eyebrow quirked. “I wasn’t bragging about it, Shaun. Besides, it worked. I was around your hotel all morning and you don’t remember me.” She held her hand out, probably for the wig, and instead found herself shaking Shaun’s hand.
“Alright,” he said. Her arms wrapped around his neck in a hug instead. “Yes, alright,” he repeated softly, returned the embrace despite his arm.
Though they must have been rather close as they pulled apart, because Rebecca raised a hand. “But I do have a policy of not taking advantage of the emotionally compromised. Just a me thing.”
“I-what? No!” He hadn’t been trying to… to lean in for a kiss, for heaven’s sake! But he was blushing all over anyway. Rebecca’s eyes widened as she watched it move like plague flush across his chest.
“Wow. That’s pretty cool.”
“Out. Here’s your silver atrocity, now allow me to dress in peace
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anonymous
July 6 2011, 02:54:52 UTC
authoranon here--no, not weird at all! Or it is, perhaps, but I completely know what you're saying. That was the reason I almost didn't post, just because it is so devoid of any of those expected kink meme factors. I'm relieved it was enjoyable anyway! Thank you =D
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anonymous
July 4 2011, 02:03:04 UTC
Shaun and Rebecca were so spot-on in this! I probably would've felt the same, in Shaun's shoes, about this crazy lady who keeps calling me, but good thing she was looking out for him. :D I also really liked this whole last bit in the café bathroom
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anonymous
July 4 2011, 08:52:59 UTC
“Is that why your car looks like it’s been rolled down a mountainside?” Shaun said. “The road signs are all lying bastards and the asphalt’s a vague suggestion?”
lmao your Shaun is a delight to read. I can totally hear him saying something like that in a game or something.
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anonymous
July 9 2011, 23:23:32 UTC
This reads like it could have been a cutscene straight from the game. Your characterization is spot on and I love your dialogue. Wonderfully written and refreshingly different. Bravo to you, write-anon!
"6th from top, subject is Shaun Hastings. read the bit on how he escaped the guards, and it clearly says there probably was hacking involved... so I only know one person capable of doing that, and that would be Rebecca, though Lucy is no idiot either."
Summary: The one where Shaun gets in over his head and Rebecca saves his ass.
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Her. The loon of a woman who’d been contacting him for years now, at every hour and from every new phone he bought. She’d called him yesterday after he posted to WikiLeaks, before he got a little short with her and finally asked she not call again. Then he left for the conference and threw away his cellphone.
(Oh, the conference-a very handy excuse for getting out of the country in a hurry. Yet another clever safety precaution that didn’t make one iota of difference in the end.) Of course she knew his hotel room number less than a day after he checked in. Of course. And the lone thought burning a corner of his mind up, frantic: if she had found him, how long would it take Abstergo?He was well-acquainted with her voice. He felt he knew her, in a weird way. Her unique and interesting vocal texture, her verbal quirks. He heard her laugh once, despite how she only called to warn him about getting in too deep with Abstergo. Didn’t know her name, obviously, though in less sober moods he ( ... )
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Shaun choked out a, “What-?”
“You have a three-hour appointment with Mister Rikkin today,” said the skinny one. His eyes scanned the area like some tree-dwelling thing straying onto the ground for the first time. “We make sure you arrive on time and in one piece.”
“Abstergo company policy advocates we inform you ahead of time that last part ain’t strictly enforced,” boomed Knuckles somewhere above Shaun’s head.
At which point, that deep and eternally snarky part of Shaun went very, very quiet.“You’d be amazed how few parts you really need to survive a three-hour meeting ( ... )
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He’d trudged through the city after escaping the van, been found and beat up by the guards, took one out and lost the other one again, and finally made it to the abandoned rail station where her car was parked (no way in bloody hell, he thought, certain he’d be better off chancing it with Rikkin than riding around in that beat-up health hazard). She wore huge glasses with zebra-print frames, an offensively yellow shirt, green cowboy boots. Her hair was white blonde and came together above her eyebrows like a widow’s peak secretly yearning to become a hood. The whole effect was a rather jarring ( ... )
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“Alright,” he said. Her arms wrapped around his neck in a hug instead. “Yes, alright,” he repeated softly, returned the embrace despite his arm.
Though they must have been rather close as they pulled apart, because Rebecca raised a hand. “But I do have a policy of not taking advantage of the emotionally compromised. Just a me thing.”
“I-what? No!” He hadn’t been trying to… to lean in for a kiss, for heaven’s sake! But he was blushing all over anyway. Rebecca’s eyes widened as she watched it move like plague flush across his chest.
“Wow. That’s pretty cool.”
“Out. Here’s your silver atrocity, now allow me to dress in peace ( ... )
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Thank you so much!
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It's great to find fanfic that works without the usual porn/fluff, massive angst, excessive violence and other over-the-top drama - or is plain crack.
Also you matched both Shaun and Rebecca's character really well, I can actually imaging something similar to this playing out in-universe.
So, thanks a lot for writing.
I'd ask for more but I can't think of where/how to continue this, really
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Thank you for this, writer!anon!
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lmao your Shaun is a delight to read. I can totally hear him saying something like that in a game or something.
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