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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
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G-rated Shaun/Rebecca, helping him escape Abstergo
(Anonymous) 2011-07-02 07:57 am (UTC)(link)"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.
Tutorial [1/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-02 08:05 am (UTC)(link)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 thought of her as his more obnoxious Trinity.
He expected it was her before picking up the receiver. His new cellphone showed a recent missed call from an unknown number, probably also her. Maybe, deep down, he even expected it was at last The Call, not the usual admonishment.
“Shaun,” she said without making sure. And that was when Shaun knew. “They’re coming. Get out. Now.”
He didn’t argue, didn't response, just ran down the hall came out of the hotel in an alley somewhere, fumbling with his cell when it buzzed in his pocket. “You need to get out of the city,” she said, as though they were still on the hotel line and he wasn’t stumbling down the street, checking over his shoulder. “I’m gonna give you a location and you need to meet me there, got it? Don’t run,” she added, reading his sodding mind. “You’ll only attract attention. Walk, blend. Think blendy thoughts, keep out of sight. How good a climber are you?”
Shaun barked out a laugh. The street traffic determinedly walked against him and he stumbled and tried to make his way through without bumping people. It wasn’t working very well. “You do realise I’m one of those pasty-white academic types that go around wearing dowdy sweaters? How athletic do you imagine I am?”
His voice clearly shook. She didn’t comment on it. “That’s okay, Shaun. Listen, I’m gonna walk you through this, okay? Tell me where you are now, I’ll guide you to—”
“There he is! ” a voice shouted. Shaun whipped his head around, glimpsed a lanky fellow with sharp angry eyes wearing an Abstergo uniform.
“Fuck,” Shaun said evenly.
She must have heard. “Okay, now run.”
He shoved the cellphone in his pocket and took off at a life-depends-on-it sprint. It would have worked better if people on the street were courteous enough to move out of the way first. The guard yelled again when Shaun ducked down an alley, finally free to run unimpeded—
An arm shot out, catching him below the chin. Shaun had never gone from vertical to horizontal so fast in his life.
The back of his skull cracked against cobblestones. He found to his mild shock that he couldn’t breathe. A med school roommate at university told him once the esophagus has the strength of a roll of cardboard covered in soft wax, and Shaun had just clotheslined into solid bone and muscle at a dead run.
“I thought they said he was a professor or something!” the first one said as he caught up. He leaned against the wall, panting. “He doesn’t run like a teacher.”
“Goes down like one,” said the second. They laughed.
Under the asphyxiation and panic, some deep and eternally snarky part of Shaun rolled its eyes and thought, you were caught by these idiots?
Tutorial [2/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-02 08:13 am (UTC)(link)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,” said Skinny. “Amazed.”
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They locked him in the back of the van, cuffing one of his hands to a heavy looking thing attached to the van itself. Iron mesh separated him from the front compartment, and he could hear what they were saying as they drove through the city. They contacted someone through a two-way radio and that appeared to be it before suddenly Skinny grunted. “Gas is empty. We’ll need to refill before we get out of the city.”
“You said you refilled it,” Knuckles said from the passenger seat. He didn’t sound pleased. Shaun leaned forward to listen.
“I did, and don’t touch that,” he snapped. “You’ll break something.”
“Pussy,” grunted his partner.
“How much would you like to die right now? Doesn’t take two of us to drive the fucking van and the baggage isn’t dangerous. Go on, touch it again. Go ahead.”
Shaun leaned back with a sigh. The snark was back on, and it said Really, Hastings? These two?
Another gorilla sound from the passenger seat. “Fuck’s sake. Pull up here, I’ll show you how you fill a tank of gas.”
They doors slammed behind them with identical bangs. A moment later the cellphone, still in Shaun’s pocket, buzzed. He jumped. It took a good deal of ingenuity and awkward reaching around himself to dig it out of his pocket. “They’ll figure out the tank’s still full in a minute, so get ready,” she said as he put it to his ear.
Shaun had never been so relieved to hear that voice. “You did that?” he said. “How?”
“Thing about making everything computerized,” she said vaguely, “is everything comes down to who has the fastest fingers and better brains. And… alright. Gotcha.” The van clicked all over as locks popped open. A light on the side of the cuff holding Shaun’s wrist blinked green and snapped open.
“And now you run,” she said.
Shaun didn’t need to be told twice.
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(Anonymous) 2011-07-02 08:24 am (UTC)(link)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.
She hugged him without asking, but firmly, like perhaps she grew up surrounded by older brothers. And her eyebrows were black. The last thing Shaun remembered was hoping beyond hope the blonde thing was a wig.
They stopped for food at a small hole in the wall café on the outskirts of the city. Rebecca saddled him with a pair of ill-fitting spectacles and a huge coat to hide the cuts and the mess where the Abstergo thug shot at him and only mostly missed. Then she helped him out of the backseat, where Shaun gathered she had hid him under a blanket after he passed out.
They sat at a table by themselves, away from the front windows. A matronly woman served them food (and an espresso for Shaun) with an air of disapproval (mostly at Shaun). They kept their heads down until she went back to the kitchen.
“I was gonna level with you about some things, but maybe you should go to the restroom and clean up a little first,” Rebecca suggested before he could begin. “You know. Before they throw us out.”
Shaun nodded and kept his face blank until he squeezed into the small closet bathroom and locked it behind him. Then he allowed himself to cringe as much as he pleased while gingerly peeling off the coat and sweater and white shirt. The stark bulb hanging over the sink made it look worse than it was, surely. With the cuts, the bloody mess of his arm, the dirt and bodily fluids (not all his), he looked like… well, he looked like hell. His vaguely unhealthy I-haven’t-seen-the-sun-in-months-and-not-because-I-haven’t-been-outside English skin tone didn’t help. The bruises were going to be coming up nicely in a few more hours.
He’d just leaned away from the mirror with a sigh when the door clicked and suddenly Rebecca herself was there with him in the bathroom.
“Christ!” he swore and covered himself in a thoughtless moment of panic. He very determinedly lowered his hands down to his sides. “What in the world are you doing?”
“Shh!” she said and set a first aid bag on the counter. Her white hair glittered like an acid trip in the yellow bathroom light. “I thought you could use an extra set of hands. Jesus, Shaun, what was that, a shotgun?” She turned him around and frowned at his arm.
“Was it? I don’t suppose you could tell me if I’m going to lose that arm or not,” he said, trying for bravely wry.
She snorted, smiled. “No way. This looks bad but it’s all soft tissue damage. We just need to clean it out.”
There really was not enough room for two people in the bathroom. Shaun pushed himself up on the sink and let his legs hang on either side of her as she leaned against the counter. She pulled a set of tweezers from the bag Shaun was suddenly in danger of passing out again. “Whoa, easy. I’m not performing surgery, here.” The tweezers were replaced in her hands by antiseptic and gauze. “You’re not squeamish are you?”
He took a deep breath and the desire to faint retreated. “No. What gave you the idea?” The last word ended in a grunt as disinfectant-soaked gauze touched his arm. “So,” he said quietly. “We may as well start. You’re trying to fight back against Abstergo, which is some sort of cover operation for the Templars…”
Her eyebrows rose. “Hey, not bad. That’s actually a lot farther than I thought you were. That’ll make explaining things way simpler.”
“My question is,” Shaun said, staring at her green boots, “you can’t actually be an Assassin, can you? You’re not serious?”
Tutorial [4/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-02 08:31 am (UTC)(link)“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.”
He stared at her. “Good guys? The Assassins, you mean?”
“Yeah?”
“And you… don’t see anything conflicting about that, at all?”
He blinked away a wince as she looped the gauze the whole way around his arm the first time. There was silence in the bathroom for a while, Rebecca wrapping him up the rest of the way and him trying not to focus on it. “I was listening to their radio on the way over,” she said at last. “They, uh. They found your missing guard.”
It had been luck more than anything, self-preservation and adrenaline spurring him to get away at any cost. But Shaun had only tripped him up. After the guard lost his balance and fell off the bridge, gravity had done most of the work. The oncoming traffic probably helped.
That memory wouldn't be leaving him any time soon.
He stared at the corner, brow furrowed. “I wasn’t bragging about it.”
“I know. If you were, I would’ve handed you back to them. But you’re not that kind of person, Shaun.” She tied the gauze loosely and looked up at him. “That’s good.”
He didn’t quite return her gaze. “Rebecca, why did you help me? Why have you been helping me?”
Rebecca sighed and stood back for a moment, thinking. “Okay. So, there’s an Assassin’s code, a creed. And a maxim, that nothing is true and everything is permitted—
“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?”
“Don’t make me kill you, Shaun,” she said seriously. “The point is, when people tell you what to think, you have to think for yourself. You make your own path instead of following the one people put in front of you. You know what I mean? Like there’s something huge and important just out of reach, and if you just knew what it was everything else would make more sense? And that frustration when all the people you know think there isn’t anything missing in the first place?”
God, did he ever. He stared at her and swallowed hard. “You haven’t answered my question,” he said, sliding off the counter in front of her. There was just enough room in the bathroom for them to stand face-to-face with a small gap left over to breathe in. The proximity was favorable for whispering, though.
She shook her head and smiled. Apparently that was a stupid question. “Someone who already does all that? Even when he thinks he’s fighting the war alone?” She held her hands out in a big shrug. “Who wouldn’t want to save that guy’s life?”
It was possible he had never before in his life seen anyone as clearly as he saw Rebecca Crane in that moment. “Well, if you say so,” he managed.
“You should come with me,” she said. “You know Abstergo won’t stop, and I can’t keep saving your ass. But it is your choice. That’s what we got that they don’t. You get to decide for yourself. But man, Shaun, we could really use your help. And you’ll love it, I know you will.”
“So it would be basically what I’ve already been doing,” he mused.
“Except now you don’t have to be alone,” she said. “And we have way cooler toys. You wouldn’t believe.” She held out her hand for a handshake in the tight space between them, typically forward and American. “What do you say?”
Shaun instead raised his hands, slowly, to her face. She stilled, blinking as he removed the horrendous zebra-stripe glasses and set them on the counter behind him. She relaxed, smiling up at him, so Shaun slid his fingers along her face and under the white hair, feeling for an edge. Her real hair was dark, warm, and damp from being bundled under a wig all day. It spiked up in places when he pushed the wig away, back from her face, and the scent of her sweat and perfume rose up, unexpectedly everywhere in the tiny bathroom. It nearly covered up the rust and disinfectant. And still they looked at each other. Shaun smiled.
“Thank all that is merciful,” he said. “That was truly a heinous disguise.”
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(Anonymous) 2011-07-02 08:36 am (UTC)(link)“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.”
The café woman gave them another stern, matronly look of disapproval later, when she passed by their table for no discernible reason aside from having an excuse to give them a stern, matronly look. Rebecca gave her a wink for some reason and she huffed back to the kitchen.
Shaun tried to interpret the intricate female conversation going on in silence around him. “You don’t think she’ll call the authorities, do you?”
Rebecca laughed into her food. “Uh, well, she might chase us out with a broom. It was kind of echo-y in there. Not enough to hear words, but.”
Shaun thought over what the café woman might have heard outside of words. Grunts, probably. Moans, certainly, and at one point hadn’t he thumped his fist on the counter? Surely the woman saw Rebecca join him in the bathroom. He avoided the woman’s gaze when they left.
“Now where to?” Shaun asked as they got back in Rebecca’s car. He wasn't sure, but there seemed to be a 12-hour nap lurking at the edges of his brain.
“The hideout,” she said. The manner in which she said it almost led Shaun to believe it was Hideout with capital H. “One our bases. We can hang low for a while.”
“The Hideout,” he said. “You have hideouts? Am I right in imaging a lair of sorts? Possibly a cave, bats everywhere, dramatic lighting?”
Rebecca smirked. “All the best heroes have ‘em,” she said, and they drove towards morning.
/end ♥
Re: Tutorial [5/5]
Your Shaun and Rebecca voices are wonderful and I could hear them banter in my head. <3 And I was totally going "Kiss, damn it!" at the end, even if they'd only just met. (Hey, it works in action movies, right? XD)
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(Anonymous) 2011-07-02 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you so much!
writer!anon
(Anonymous) 2011-07-03 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Tutorial [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-03 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)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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(Anonymous) 2011-07-06 02:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: Tutorial [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-04 02:03 am (UTC)(link)Thank you for this, writer!anon!
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(Anonymous) 2011-07-04 08:52 am (UTC)(link)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) 2011-07-09 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)