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So someone or something tries to either read Desmond's mind, control him telepathically, etc.

Big mistake.

There are *three* Master Assassins (Connor, Altair, and Ezio) taking up space in their descendent's mind, and they do not like invaders.

Second!

Omg! That's an awesome idea!

Precisely twelve days after Juno's initial re-release into the world and nine days after Desmond's arrival at the Assassin's HQ, the theory of Desmond having multiple personalities was finally dragged into the light. What was truly ironic, William later mused, was that it had been Juno who had triggered the event.

It was after hours at the HQ, and everyone was sound asleep; the security system was doing its patrols, sweeping the halls with the familiar red laser lights and reporting everything it encountered back to the main computer hub. The security was such that anything physical that came into contact with the lasers would be analyzed, put into one of two categories (threat or ally) and then processed from there. Normally, such a security system would be regarded as the best around, but Juno was hardly impressed. Then again, she wasn't physical, so she didn't have anything to worry about.

She was searching for Number 17, that meddlesome boy that had eluded her trap and somehow survived his electrocution. It was annoying; the knowledge that he still lived eating away at her until she was certain she would either go mad or kill something. Fortunately, she was able to do the second with ease, especially now that he was asleep. But why simply kill him? No, the boy had a habit of picking up interesting tidbits of information - she could sneak into his mind, broken as it was, and snatch those bits for herself. And who knew - if she was feeling especially generous, she might allow him to wake up again.

Of course, she would be in control the entire time, crushing his will beneath her own, but that hardly mattered. What mattered was that she had all the pieces to begin her glorious reign over mankind, as it was always meant to be, and tonight she could finally put the pieces together. All thanks the boy sleeping right across from her - Desmond Miles.

"You know, I really must thank you for all you've done," she purred as her fingertips brushed his temples. She pushed against the weak barriers of his mind, positively giddy when she met no resistance and instead sank inside like she belonged there. "Thanks to all your hard work, my reign will be unopposed. For that, I shall make your death a quick one."

A bright flash of light accompanied the statement as Desmond's mind took her to the central hub of his core, what the humans called a "happy place". It was the stability of their being, much like the roots of a tree. If she destroyed this place, then the rest would crumble with ease. But she wasn't here to destroy - not yet at least. She expected to see a childhood memory, or maybe even a day spent with that traitorous girl Lucy. Instead, she saw Arabian carpets draped across a dirt floor, extravagant bedding with silken sheets, and a well-furnished room with the windows open to allow the birds in.

Desmond Miles laid on the bed, sound asleep, his head in the lap of a white-cloaked man who sang in a beautiful tenor voice while his fingers ran themselves through the boy's hair, the words in an entirely different language. Beside him, a man sprawled against the wall, a hookah in his sole hand while he read from a book in his lap. Next to the bed in a chair sat yet another white-cloaked man, this one with his hood down, revealing a well-groomed beard and a long course brown horsetail. He was busy sharpening his hidden blades, humming along to whatever song the first man was singing.

A third man stood beside the window, his hood up as well. His hands were full of birdseed and raw meat, numerous predatory birds sitting alongside swallows, sparrows and finches, each feeding peacefully. Juno found her eyes straying to each man, fists clenched at her sides as she recalled their names. Altair Ibn La Ahad, Malik Al-Sayf, Ezio Auditore Da Firenze and Ratonhnhake:ton, otherwise known as Connor Kenway. His ancestors, his blood. All of them inside his mind, guarding him, watching over him. The thought that they had been here since the beginning brought a veil of rage over her eyes.

As if they sensed the tension, their heads suddenly snapped towards her, the song cutting off and the scraping of the blade ceasing. She found herself under their intense stares, eyes golden with shock and rage. Altair shifted his body over Desmond's in a purely protective move, teeth baring themselves in a way that reminded her of a wolf defending its kill. Ezio stood, the blades sheathing themselves into his wrist guards again; Connor moved his arms and the birds took flight out the window, the last of the seed and meat disappearing with them.

Juno straightened herself, appearing regal and haughty before their eyes. "Move aside, phantoms. I've business with your master."

Malik Al-Sayf, who should not have been there at all (why was he there, how did he attach to Desmond?) snorted, a puff of smoke escaping his mouth. "Stupid woman, you must have the mind of a novice to believe you could terrorize the boy and go unnoticed. We are hardly phantoms."

She sniffed, as if the comment offended her. "Nonsense. You should not even be here, child. And as for them," she waved a hand dismissively at the three other Assassins, who were standing before the bed now, cowls drawn up on their heads and weapons ready, "they cannot oppose me. I am a god in here."

A whimpered moan suddenly cut through the tension; Desmond curled up in a ball, hands going up towards his head. A green glow encircled Juno, and she suddenly found her strength sapped, her powers all but gone. Malik gathered the boy into his chest while she screamed with rage, singing under his breath to lure the boy back into the deeper stages of sleep. Desmond's furrowed brow relaxed again, his body following suit until he was nestled up against the elder's chest without complaint. The glow died then, leaving Juno aware that somehow, the boy had detected her and negated her threat.

She was now completely disarmed. She was also standing in a room with three very pissed off ancestors, who were stepping towards her with a predator's grace, forcing her away from the boy's core and upwards, into distant memories. Altair bared his teeth again in a savage grin, and Juno felt something like a flutter of alarm travel up her spine. She had to escape. She had to get out before--

Ezio suddenly lunged, forcing her to sidestep and pushing her back into the early memories of one Altair Ibn La' Ahad.

Juno was beginning to think Desmond Miles wasn't as weak as he appeared to be. And that she had horribly overestimated any protective instincts the ancestors might have felt for him. Nothing else could explain it, except perhaps that she herself was growing weak - a lie, she knew.

She was racing down dusty streets, darting into side-alleys and throwing herself off small cliffs in various harried attempts to evade the three eagles that now so relentlessly perused her. They were herding her like a group of cattle dogs, pushing her from one memory to the next with ease, all the while taking swipes at her with throwing knives, bombs and arrows. Quite a few of the knives and arrows hit her body; she yelped with pain every time they did, but didn't try to stop running. The bombs sent the ground from underneath her feet, forcing her to pick herself up off the ground and flee before the assassins could take care of her once and for all.

She went from Jerusalem to Venice; the change shocking her so bad she tripped over a gondola and landed face-first in the water. Cruel laughter rained down from above as she surfaced, pulling herself up onto dry land. Ezio was watching her from above, a grin splitting his features while the other two hung back in the shadows. "Not so easy, is it goddess?" he asked. She spat at him in turn, causing his features to darken considerably. "You truly are an arrogant one. And you know what they say about people like that - the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Just look at Altair's early life, if you don't believe me." The man received a small swat for that, but not much else.

Glowering, Juno raised herself up and attempted to start running again. But the water-laden silk she wore dragged her down, causing her to trip and stumble along. Ezio shook his head in disgust. "You'll find that silk and water do not go along very well. Particularly the kind of silk you're wearing - back before they made it lighter." With that final warning, the three eagles took flight again, and Juno was forced to flee.

Venice was somewhat easier to run in, but not by much. The three shadows chased and herded her just as they'd done before, pushing her up and out of the memory before she'd had a chance to adjust. She found herself out of cobblestone streets and instead shrieking as she landed in a pile of snow, the wet silk seeming to make it ten times colder.

Behind her, Connor perched in a tree and watched her. "The winters in these woods are cold; not many can survive," he informed her calmly, as if he held no quarrel with chasing a women through such conditions. "Even those that can do not bother to come outside unless absolutely necessary. With your garments as they are, you'll be contracting hypothermia fairly quickly."

Hypothermia? The thing humans got when their bodies became too cold? She sneered. "My body temperature is too high for such nonsense."

Connor nodded, agreeing. "True. But that is in the outside world, where your powers, dormant and active, are alive. Inside our descendant's mind, you are like a leashed dog, helpless to do anything without your master's guidance. Although to my knowledge, even Charles Lee's dogs were better than you."

The insult did not slip past her. She screamed in rage and tried to attack him, only to find him gone and her falling down into the snow again. Something beneath her shifted, and suddenly the ground was gone and she was plummeting off a cliff into the trees below. The landing would kill her - she had to get out!

With ever last visage of energy she could possibly gather within her, she pushed against the barriers leading out of Desmond's mind--

--and found herself collapsed in a pile, weak and drained, by Desmond's bed. Her body was riddled with ice, water and blood, but her wounds were already healing and her heated body was dispelling the ice and water with ease. But the exhaustion still lingered. Juno knew it would continue to do so for hours still, despite the fact that she was no longer locked down. It hadn't been a fair fight, by any means - three against one - but then again she hadn't gotten there intending to be fair. She had gone there intending to make the boy a puppet and gain information. In its own twisted way, that made things "fair" between her and the ancestors.

She left as quietly as she had come, shaking and intent on telling the others about this little snag. Maybe one of them could come up with a better solution than she.

Inside Desmond's core, Altair, Ezio and Connor returned to their descendant's side, each going back to what they were doing before. Malik did not ask if they had gotten rid of Juno - he could feel it through Desmond; the radiant calm that had been so crippled before had returned in full strength, and Desmond dropped his barriers and allowed himself to be petted by Altair while the others layered their own barriers around his mind. So long as they were within their descendant's mind, no harm would befall him.

Goddess-induced or otherwise.

Very nice, Anon! Not-OP loves it!

Thank you! ^^ I had a lot of fun writing it.

LOVED IT!!!! There needs to be more like this.

Oh yes! I loved this! It was sweet and warm fuzzy feels indu. :3 Well done!

Authornon, you made my life complete. This was a wonderful read - I loved the shifts between memories, you made it work perfectly. I could see everything as you depicted it, it was one of the best read I have had in ages!

Please, allow this awed-anon to offer you piles and piles of cookies and goodness! *glomps*

(And really, Juno... Malik is the King of Snark, untouchable!)

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