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Cross-Breed [2/3]

[(Anonymous)]

(Ok so this was only supposed to be two chapters but I ended up rambling on a little longer than intended. The last chapter will just be an epilogue of sorts, but I felt it needed its own chapter, not just get tacked on to the end of this one.)

"What the hell is going on down there?" Vidic's voice demanded, and Desmond wondered the same thing. Something had happened- was happening- to Cross, and it had saved his life. He pushed himself off the Animus, bolting after the other man. A few startled guards tried to draw their guns on him, but he pushed past; he didn't have time to stop and kill them. Cross was just out of sight, but he could hear the indistinct howling easily enough. He barely seemed aware of where he was running too, and it wasn't long before Desmond had him cornered in a dead end hall. He flung himself through the doorway, ready to dodge any wild shots from the other man's gun—only to find Cross was not there.

A huge, shaggy dog was backed up against the far wall, writhing and struggling to get itself free from the constricting clothing wrapped around it. With a ripping of fabric, the clothes fell off in layers- leather jacket, dark hoodie, pants and undershirt falling into a pile on the floor. It kicked the gun away and it skittered across the floor to rest at Desmond's feet. Freed of its burden, the dog turned on Desmond, baring its teeth and snarling roughly. Desmond could only stare at it. He was putting two and two together in his mind, but the answer was impossible.

"Cross?" he breathed, incredulous. For a brief moment, the dog's ears pricked, then went flat again. "Holy shit..." Vidic was talking above and around him, taunting him, but he wasn't listening anymore. He slipped his knife back into its sheath, and carefully approached the dog. It kept growling at him, but it was crouched low, its tail between its legs- threatened, not threatening. He crouched down in front of the beast, one hand outstretched. "Hey, it's..." A set of teeth flashed close to his hand, and he pulled it back, surprised. "Easy! I'm not gonna hurt you." His voice was a lot calmer than he felt.

He didn't even know if he was telling the truth. The idea of killing the dog, taking out Cross while he was helpless like this, was tempting. But for all the growling and snapping, Desmond could see the fear in the dog's dark eyes. Carefully, he placed a hand on top of the dog's head, rubbing behind the ears. "It's okay," he said quietly. "I'm not going to hurt you." The dog stopped growling, looking up at him in confusion. "You should get out of here. If they figure out who you are, they're going to have you on a slab. Go on." He got to his feet, turning and heading back towards the elevators. He still had to find his father. He was surprised to hear the faint click of nails on tile, and he glanced back to find the dog trailing after him, ears back and tail down.

"Where's Vidic?" Desmond asked into his earpiece, stepping into the elevator. The dog slunk in after him, keeping as much distance between itself and Desmond as it could manage in the space.

"Fifth floor," Rebecca reported. "What happened with Cross? Is he dead?"

Desmond looked to the dog beside him, frowning slightly. "I'll...tell you later."

The dog trailed silently behind him as he made his way towards Vidic. It didn't seem fazed by the death all around him, the cold, efficient murder of the waves of guards. It stood back as Desmond used the Apple, but Desmond didn't miss the pained noise it gave when Vidic dropped. It loped over while Desmond was untying his father, and he watched out of the corner of his eye as it whined and laid down beside the cooling body. William gave it a look that was equal parts distrust and confusion. "Desmond, what is that?"

"It's a dog," Desmond said simply. "A golden retriever, I think. I don't...think it's a threat." He turned to address the beast. "Are you coming with us?" The dog glanced at him, pressed its nose briefly to Vidic's temple, and got to its paws. Desmond nodded, and led them out of the building. Both the dog and his father hung back, seeming rather wary of him while he wielded the Apple with such brutal efficiency. When they got to the van, the dog hopped in without any prompting, curling up on the floor by Desmond's feet. Both Shaun and Rebecca were asking about it, but Desmond just slumped against the wall of the van; he was too tired to explain, and they were going to ask questions he didn't have answers for. He wasn't ready for that. Eventually the rumbling of the van lulled the dog to sleep, and it was not long before Desmond followed suit.