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Puppy Love (part 2/?)

[co0la]

Tadaa! Chapter 2! Anyway, I hit a bump in the road with this buuuuuuuut, thankfully I have a wonderful friend that pitched in to help me along the way. She plays an awesome Desmond! Thanks a bill! :D

Enjoy!


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"What the fuck?" Desmond exclaimed, his eyes wide in panic, and before he knew what he was doing, he was shoving at the man in the bed (which was seriously uncomfortable. The mattress almost felt like straw and really?), a frantic flailing to kick him out of the bed.

Where was he?

And more importantly, why was Connor motherfucking Kenway in his bed?

He let out a hysterical, high-pitched, strangle gurgle as he pulled away from the man, pressing against the wall.

Connor was shocked at first. Then he was annoyed. He figured the lad would at least be grateful he wasn't left on the shore where he would have surely died from sickness. "And where'd he get that strength? He hadn't had any food since I found him." He grunts and pushes himself onto his knees, folding his arms on the mattress as he stares at Desmond. Dark brown orbs intense with focus. "I guess this must be weird to him. He did just wake up in a foreign place." He would have freaked out had he been in Desmond's position.

"Good morning cub." He says softly frowning at the other's actions.

Cub? Cub? "What the hell, man? Are you a Goddamn bear or something?" Desmond snarled, his eyes darting around the room, looking for a way out. If there was one thing he was good at, it was escape. Where Ezio and Connor reverted to murdering and fighting, he could escape. After all, he had lived in tight situations all his life. Actually, this was a little like that one night back in the States when he woke up with some other guy and covered in honey and something else that was sticky that he didn't know what it was and didn't want to know. That had ended with the man attacking him the next morning, and he had slid out the window.

Only this time, it was, like, his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandpa. Just because the universe wanted to play with its sacrificial lamb. Because it hated him.

Connor frowns not liking the tone in his cubs voice. "No. I don't know your name. I'm Connor. What were you doing on the shore?" Though his voice remained calm, his body was tense. Ready to spring into action if he needs too. Desmond may be weak right now, but he can hurt himself by accident. He wasn't about to let that happen.

Desmond's mind shorted out. Shore? What shore? His eyes zeroed in on Connor, completely focused on him as his mind went blank. Shore...

"Well, you see," he said, choosing to try inching off the covers and getting ready for a mad dash. He didn't like his ancestor's posture. "Funny story, actually. I was goofing around with the Apple, just like Shaun warned me not to, you see, 'cause it whispers some pretty nice lullabies in my ears. I'm playing sacrificial lamb back home in the twenty-first century," he continued rambling, pulling out from under the covers. Great, Colonial America with no idea where the Apple was at this point. "and it went 'bippity boppity boo!' and here I was. A nice break, actually." he offered a worn-thin, nervous smile to Connor as he continued trying to get ready for a mad dash. "I'm certified crazy. Absolutely batshit. You oughta let me go find the Apple and get back home. You know, the end is nigh and all that crap. Ain't that how you talk?"

"If you want food, I can bring it up for you. But you'll have to stay. still. in bed." Connor's eyes narrow at the other's movements. If he even THINKS to try to leave, he's got another thing coming to him. "You didn't answer my question, cub." He get's up to his feet. Apple? Sacrificial Lamb? Twenty-first century? None of what Desmond was saying made any sense to him. Connor figures it might be the lack of nutrient and water, or he really was just crazy.

"Don't call me 'cub,'" Desmond snapped. "I'm Desmond Miles," he grouched, sinking slowly on top of the bed. "And I'm your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandson." He waggled his eyebrows. "How's that for fucked up?"

"Dezmund...Des. Mund...Desmund." Connor tested the name until it sounded right. "Desmond." There. Much better. He smiles then returns to his stoic face, arms crossing over his chest. "I don't believe you, Desmond. But if you have proof to back up your story, I'll be more than willing to listen." A nod of his head and he uncrosses his arms. "I'm serious about you staying there. I'll be back with some soup and perhaps some fresh clothes. We'll talk then. Rest for now Desmond." Boy did the name feel nice on his lips. He quite likes the name Desmond, though he'll still refer to him as cub from time to time. It is actually quite fun teasing the other with the nickname.

"I'll be back." He turns his back to Desmond and makes his way out of the bedroom, best to wake Achilles first and inform him of his cub's awakening.

Desmond waited all of ten seconds before he took stock of his situation. He got up, carefully, nosing around in the room and changing into his ancestor's clothes to look at least a little better, though it didn't help he was still darker than most of the men here. He would have to be careful. The others might think he was a city-slicker. He poked around the room after that, finding some money and a knife, and maybe took the gun and ammunition in the room, and then, without a second thought, opened the nearest window and left as silently as the best of them, his own weakness be damned. He had to find the Apple.

When Connor came back to an empty room, he nearly threw the tray of food to the ground. Achilles smacked him up side the ahead. "Go find him boy." And he left out through the window. It had been about 20 minutes since he left Desmond on his own, he could be anywhere by now. Damn it all to hell.
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Credit:

My Wonderful Friend - Desmond
Me - Connor & Achilles

Re: Puppy Love (part 2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I have to say, I'm loving where you're going with this. I'm curious how Desmond is going to get away (if at all) and how Connor's going to react when Desmond has to go back to his own time (again, if at all).

Re: Puppy Love (part 2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

this is getting interesting! would love to read more, pretty please? :)