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Desmond woke up in the middle of the night. Despite the horrible post-Bleeding-Effect feeling of having his eyeballs turned inside out with knitting needles, he felt strangely content. Taken care of. It was that smell again, the soothing smell from his dream, the smell that had never existed. Which meant he was going crazy, as usual. Plus, he could hear someone in the room with him, so he suspiciously peered through slitted eyelids.

"Dammit, I am SO sick of fucking Templars fucking watching me sleep!!" Waves of irritation rushed through him, not even directed at Haytham, more at his memories of Vidic staring at him, ready to pop him back in the Animus and turn his brain into mush. "Get the fuck out!"

Haytham eyed him, as if debating whether it was safe to leave him. "Do you know what your name is?"

"It's Desmond 'Get-The-Fuck-Out-Of-My-Room' Miles! Now scram!"

Desmond curled up in his blankets as Haytham left, and mumbled, annoyed, when he realized that the comforting smell was gone now that he was awake. Typical, his brain playing tricks on him again.

Haytham woke up when the sky was beginning to lighten, but only because the ship's cat had climbed into his lap and started purring and kneading his calf muscle right through his trousers. He petted her sleepily, pulled himself up from the floor, and leaned against the wall to keep himself upright so he could watch over Desmond.

Less than half an hour later, the cat was comfortably ensconced in his lap again, dozing off after a busy night of eating rats. He cradled her close and kept snoring softly, not noticing when she worked a button off his coat.

Connor woke up at dawn with a splitting headache. He'd had only his usual sip of whiskey the previous night, and even though he had never really gotten used to it, he usually didn't get a hangover anymore. He only even drank it because it did keep away embarrassing digestive problems at sea. Desmond had informed him a few days ago that even the clearest water actually was a stew of tiny little creatures determined to make one sick, and that a little alcohol was a very good thing for killing the tiny creatures. But, he always added, the rum from this time period was foul and practically undrinkable, and he was going to figure out some way to fix that.

Gradually, the thump and clack of wood against wood became louder, and Connor's headache intensified. He peered out of his cabin to see Haytham and Desmond fencing with wooden practice swords. Here was a chance to see how skilled Desmond actually was, and a distraction until his head stopped throbbing.

After about a quarter of an hour, Connor decided that Desmond was all right, although nothing special. Haytham seemed to come to the same conclusion and stopped the practice. Desmond grinned. "I was just getting warmed up, Pops. That's the way I learned to fight when I was a kid."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I picked up a little more here and there." Desmond's stance suddenly shifted, his blade movements were more focused on the edge of the sword. He sprang at Haytham, batting the other's practice sword out of the way, and the older man had a hard time blocking them all.

Desmond stood up straight again, his eyes strangely blank. Now he used the point of the sword, he focused more on defense, he crouched a little to make himself smaller, then stood up proudly when attacking.

Another switch: his eyes rolled to the side, and he had a different style. Another blank look, and Connor was highly amused to recognize his father's own style.

Haytham was beginning to tire, but seeing his own style, he managed to weave in one or two sharp taps on Desmond's hand. Desmond pushed his way inside Haytham's guard, his eyes flicked to the other side, and he suddenly reversed the sword and whacked his ancestor with the pommel. Haytham sank to the ground, dazed. "Uhhh...that was...unusual." He was sure to have a lump from that.

"Father, look, he is in distress again!"

"I'm not doing too well myself."

Desmond shook his head. "I'm fine, it's just...something...I don't...ugh..." He stared at Connor until the world made a little more sense. "Better. I... Sorry."

"If you keep having these fits, lad, we can't let you fight."

"It'll be okay. Honest. It doesn't matter who I am if I'm just fighting. I have all these great fighters. Just point me at the creeps."

Haytham and Connor looked at each other, dismayed.

"Look, I trust you two. You're both blue to me. If my brain is falling apart I trust you to do my thinking."

"What if I ask you to kill my father? You must think for yourself."

Haytham folded his arms and scowled.

Desmond's eyes widened. "But, no! You've been getting along with him. You don't really want to kill him, right?" He started to hyperventilate.

"Want and need are not always the same thing."

"Plus my son can get very annoying."

Desmond backed away, looking back and forth at them in consternation. "But... you don't... I don't want... don't make me..." He was creeping along the wall, heading for the deck. "I won't, I won't."

"What's your name now, lad?"

"It's still Desmond, and it's not crazy for me not to want you to kill each other, and it's really not crazy for me to want not to be in the middle of it all! I may have to be part of this dysfunctional family, but that doesn't mean I have to be part of... padr--, par--, of killing your own father!"

Connor smiled, a tight and guarded expression. "Good, so you would rather think for yourself than be a sword for hire."

Bad ass Desmond, right along side crazy Desmond! This might just be one of my favorite scenes. :D

Thanks for the update!

-OP

PS: Hope everything's going all right in real life for you write!anon.

Argh thank you phone for eating my reply!

Desmond's badassery is unfortunately inextricably tied up with his insanity. Isn't that why he went into Ezio's memories in the first place? So he could learn by reliving, ie get Ezio's skills through Bleeding Effect? (I've never played the Ezio games, so I don't know for certain.) So the Bleeding Effect makes him a master of a bunch of weapons and fighting styles, and a polyglot, but it also makes him confused and emotional at inappropriate times, plus the hallucinations, and then some squicky dreams...

I'm glad you like this scene! I wasn't feeling ready to write the next 2012 segment, or to tackle the next big plot point (A WILD UNMAPPED ISLAND APPEARS!) on Connor's Cruise Line, so I was just putting in a little scene that didn't fit anywhere in particular.

-writer!anon

Real Life is... well, whatever. Haythamgate seems to have resulted in a lot more time to play Assassin's Creed games and write fanfic, and a lot more privacy and fewer demands on my time. Plus the awesome term Haythamgate. Unfortunately it has also resulted in a lot more awkwardness and a complete lack of physical affection. And yes, I can be fairly Connor-like about being touched, but I do like a little cuddling and stuff. Oh and I now have a severely decreased amount of respect for someone I used to want to spend the rest of my life with. But hey, at least next time I'll know to bail a lot earlier at certain warning signs. But yes, I'm doing okay. Thanks :)

Still laughing at her about Haythamgate, though. Because who wouldn't?

Oh, and this is what inspired the first part of the chapter: http://brotherhoot.tumblr.com/post/64990795966

That's canon and you can't tell me otherwise!

So friggin' good!

Thank you so friggin' much!

-writer!anon

You know, for a second there when they were sparring and Desmond was using Haytham's style, it almost looked like to me that they still had their mental link. Mainly because Haytham said it was unusual and he wasn't feeling well. But then I realized, oh, yeah, he just got hit in the head...

Still, it makes me wonder if any of that mental link it still there?

Argh I had a long post and then the stupid captcha wasn't working and then my phone crapped out for the second time tonight!

Remember that the thing that really bothered Haytham was the Animus. And the times he's had nightmares about Desmond being tortured were a) while he was getting to know Ziio, and b) when he's interacted with Connor. ie times that Desmond would be in the Animus as Haytham or later as Connor. Haytham is reserved and compartmentalized, so he's not going to discuss weird brain stuff with anyone unless it's really obvious that something is going on, like when he was having nightmares about Desmond in the Animus and was looking so haggard that even Connor noticed. But if he's picking up on normal stuff from Desmond, like "my hand hurts" and "I'm bored" and "this reminds me of that time Altair did that stuff", Haytham isn't going to mention anything (unless he wants to find out how exactly Altair did whatever it is).

You'd have to see if Haytham reacts in any way to Desmond that would indicate that sharing of thoughts and emotions ;)

Haytham at least doesn't already have a big mental problem, like Desmond does, to make it more confusing. Does Desmond know things he wouldn't know about Haytham even with the Bleeding Effect? Does he react unusually to Haytham in ways that he reacts to nobody else, that can't be explained by Haytham's winning personality?

What do you think? :)

And yes, the unwell feeling was at least mostly being whacked on the head. Although sparring with a memory of yourself has got to be weird.

-writer!anon

Love the subtle bit of bonding between Desmond and Connor here. Because, really, what says 'family' more than helping out with embarrassing digestive issues.

Desmond's a bartender, he's heard every excuse for drinking there is. Lol.

I know that gif that inspired the first scene! and it's practically ruined me for AC1, because I can't stop laughing every time I see vidic. that man def had a stalker!crush, seriously.

It's just part of his dubious Templar charm.

-writer!anon

Poor Desmond - he's crazy and he needs a dictionary. Or maybe a thesaurus.

Strangely enough, Desmond here reminded me a lot of myself when I'm woken up too early. Except, I don't have the excuse of suffering from a mental breakdown (at least, I don't think so).

Either way, cant wait for more.

Does Rebecca know about Erudito? If so, how much does she know?

I don't remember ever hearing about her being in contact with them or anything in the game, but she's probably got a basic idea about who they are and what they do - that they're a hacker group that opposes Abstergo. Since she's a techie too, Rebecca's probably got a good idea of how much trouble they cause the Templars.

Check out the Assassin's Creed Wiki (http://assassinscreed.wikia.com/wiki/Assassin%27s_Creed_Wiki) for more info.

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