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Shaun/Desmond: Come again (2/?)

(Anonymous) 2013-01-24 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It was weird how it felt like Shaun had given him a database entry for his own life, just like he’d been guiding him, commenting on the lives he relived in the Animus. Desmond ate all the leftover ambrosia he could find, hoping that the food of the gods didn’t spoil.

Maybe it was those first civilisation genes he had, but after he had finished his meal, he felt stronger. Even though his hoodie hung from him like a bag – all that was left of him being bones and stringy, tough muscle – and even though he might not have moved in who knew how long, Desmond started climbing, climbing towards the light coming in from the ceiling.

It was not an easy way, but seeing as all the entrances were blocked off by rocks and boulders, it was not like he had much of a choice, either. Still, even though he was clinging with his body flat against the stone in an almost parallel angle to the ground, his hands grasping at tiny, slippery wet ledges, this was easier than walking in the darkness down there had been. He knew what he wanted now. He wanted to see the surprise on his father’s face and he wanted Rebecca to hug him, then box his shoulder, then hug him again and laugh. Most of all, though, he really wanted Shaun to call him Little Jimmy Special while he pressed his face against the other man’s shoulder and Shaun kissed his hair.

The sun’s light was blinding when he finally reached one of the rifts in the ceiling. It was cold, though, not the scorching heat he’d feared for a moment. Smells like autumn, he thought, as he stuck out his head and breathed fresh air. Like it had rained. He pulled himself out and sat.

Around him, the world was pale olive green grass, tall dark pine trees, brown underbrush. The sky was grey with clouds. All was silent but for the wind rustling the branches. He looked under his feet to the crack he had emerged from and traces of Connor in his head said, the earth is freshly broken. Roots had tickled his hands as he made his way out of the cave and the naked sides of the hole weren’t overgrown with weeds or grass.

Desmond’s stomach tightened. What shifted great masses of earth? Angry goddesses, for once. Also, the world shivering as it broke.

He strained and listened. Silence, still, and his heart sunk like a stone. Perhaps that he was alive was the worst sign of all. His life against the world as it was? He had – he really had wanted to give it. When he stepped forward, he couldn’t remember doubt. Fear, yes, regret as he looked at his father, his friend, his lover. But he’d wanted it. Had he done something wrong? Had Minerva simply wrenched the whole thing out of Juno’s hands in the last moment despite him?

The answers weren’t here, that much was certain. So Desmond walked on in search of the world that had been and of the people he’d left behind. By evening he found a road and because it was his best hope, he followed the grey empty ribbon winding through the flat mountains.

The night was cold. He pulled his hood in his face and stuffed his hands under his armpits. Ambrosia or no, by the time he had to walk on the side of the concrete strip to be able to keep on its course, weariness was rattling his weakened body. But he couldn’t sit down, not an option. Somewhere out there, they were waiting for him. Hopefully.

One foot after the other...

The rumbling of the car could have been thunder and then came lightning, but the brightness staid. Headlights burned like fire in the dark and Desmond shirked away like a frightened animal, slinking to the edge of illuminated circle.

A car. He stared at it like Altair might have stared had Robert de Sable parked a van in Masyaf’s courtyard.

Two men emerged from the car. They were grey-haired, in old jeans and thick leather jackets.

“’Ey, kid. You alright?”

Desmond felt briefly a sixteen year old runaway again. A rush of adrenaline made him stand straight, staring at the man.

“Where do you come from this time o’ the night?” The shorter man said, holding the door of the driver’s seat.

“I...” He went for the most likely thing, hoping, testing. “I... there was this earthquake. I fell down. Into a cave. Just... climbed out.”

“Earthquake?! That was weeks ago!” The man looked to his companion. “You heard anything about new earthquakes?”

“Some in Japan, but that’s got nothing to do with the whole thing that’s been goin’ on ‘round Christmas. They just always got ‘em. Nothing here, for sure.”

Desmond could have broken down right then, right there, crying in relief. Too happy to speak, he just looked at them. The tall man standing by the hood frowned. The fog his breath made when he shook his head obscured his face.

“Well, you look tired enough to have been here for weeks. Get in, kid. We’re bringing you to a hospital.”

“That’s okay,” Desmond managed. “Just... to the nearest town, please. I know where I need to go now.”

Perhaps for the first time in his life, he truly did.

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