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Kiddy Time!
(Anonymous) 2010-09-29 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)I don't care what gender the child is, but I'd be partial to a little girl.
Really, I just want to see Daddy!Shaun. I just picture that he'd be stuck looking after the kid because Lucy would be out doing recon, Desmond would be in the Animus, Rebbecca would be keeping a close eye on the Animus/Desmond because any little mistake/distraction would be bad for Desmond and probably leave him a vegetable.
Bonus points for Shaun/Des.
Bonusbonus points for Desmond teasing Shaun about being a 'mommy'.
READYSETGO!
Re: Kiddy Time!
(Anonymous) 2010-09-30 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)Looks like those parenting courses are going to help out sooner than expected…
Wannabe mommy anon, is on the case!
Re: Kiddy Time!
(Anonymous) 2010-09-30 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)Innocence [1.1/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-04 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)Although Shaun could only imagine exactly what the other would be feeling. After all, he had spent the first years of his life on a compound nearly identical to this one, and even though this assuredly wasn't the exact compound he had grown up on, the impact of seeing it torn to shreds, blood splattering the walls he remembered so well, an unearthly stillness, settling over the area that bitterly contrasted the memories of the energetic hustling and bustling compound he remembered from his childhood, it must have been jarring to say the least.
They continued onward into the complex, both assassins staying tense as they begun exploring the ruins, the girls staying a few steps behind, watching their backs, wary of any lingering Templars or other unwanted surprises. They came to the first house, Shaun took the lead and slowly pushed open the door with his shoulder, holding his gun at the ready as he slipped inside and swept the room, giving the chamber a quick scan before determining that it was empty, and motioning that the others should follow.
As the four assassins entered the room there solemn expressions grew steadily grimmer as they saw the scene inside, they were in the remains of what one could guess was once a living room. A shredded sofa lay on its side, upholstery ripped open by hundreds of small holes, the white carpet at its foot stained with a pool of dried blood. A few feet away a half-read copy of “war and peace” lay on the floor, a muddy boot print now decorating its cover.
Taking the lead Shaun walked the long way around the room, avoiding the smashed television set in the corner; witch was still sparking with electric charge that now had nowhere to go. They soon found the dining room, shattered china dishware littered the ground, crunching under their shoes as they walked in, the dining table upended and covered with more little holes another tell-tale bloodstain hidden behind it, the thin woodened barrier must have proved to be inadequate cover for whatever weapons the Templars had used.
A quick run of the bedrooms and it became clear that no one in this household had survived the attack. Desmond bit his lip and sighed, pointing his own handgun at the back door, indicating it was time to move on, but when they entered the next house to find a similar scene of destruction and blood, a disturbing question arose.
“Where are all the bodies?” Rebecca asked voicing what they all were thinking. Lucy's frown sharpened and she nodded. “I think I have an idea.” she suggested, her voice foreboding and tinged with dread. She motioned for them to follow as she left the house, Desmond, Shaun, and Rebecca keeping pace behind her, exchanging looks of worry and unease.
The community center lay in the middle of the 'farm' and in its heyday would have provided a place to conduct assassins training, along with basic schooling and daycare, but now the small play structures where once schoolchildren frolicked were barren and silent. Gone were the once common sounds of makeshift wooden swords clashing, as the little boys pretended to be the legendary assassin's they learned about in class, while the girls watched them from atop the monkey bars as they chatted and shared information.
The front doors were covered in more traces of blood, mostly pooling together on the linoleum floor, and it was with their hearts in their stomachs that the foursome of assassins pushed onward into the building. The hallways proved to be much worse, blood streaked across the floor, as if something heavy had been dragged through it, the marks going all the way up the hall, then disappearing under the door leading to the gym.
Innocence [1.2/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-04 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)They had all read the reports, they knew what was waiting for them on the other side of that door, but when they got to the end of the hall there was a pause, each assassin fighting off the urge to backtrack through the hall and never have to see what was waiting for them behind that door, but finally after ten long minutes of tense silence Shaun gave up, sick of standing still while his fear ate away at him; he placed his hand on the door and pushed-
The doors swung open and Shaun stepped inside, the scent of rotting flesh assaulting his senses, but the putrid smell barely registered in his frozen mind, because his brain was still stuck on the images laid out before his eyes. Yes, he was an assassin, and over the years he had seen more than his fair share of death, and after all that, He had thought he had become accustomed to death, but not like this, never like this..
From somewhere far away he heard a female scream -Rebecca? - but his train of thought had been derailed long ago, leaving only room for anger, confusion, and terror to chase each other around in his head until one desire took hold- Run.
Feeling bile rising in his throat Shaun turned and ran bushing passed Desmond and out of the room, ignoring the cry of his name from back down the hallway as he sprinted around a corner, ascending a flight of stairs, not caring where he was going as long as it wasn't where he had been. But he was running blind, his confused and shocked brain to disorientated to keep him going at this reckless pace through the devastated halls, and it wasn't long before His foot caught on a piece of debris and he thumbed to the floor in a heap.
Lacking the will to move he just laid there, his skin cold and clammy, heart beating fast inside his chest. The images of the room he had just run from still flashing behind his eyes. There had been just under a hundred assassins and their families living at this farm. Men, woman, children, they had killed everyone. Then dragged there body's together to make- the image of a blood red cross burned at the back of his mind, the Templars attempt at psychological warfare that was as transparent as it was horribly affective.
Shaun rolled onto his side and fought back tears of anguish, his mind still to shaken to be angry, that would come later, in droves of hot white rage that would threaten to tear his soul apart, but for now there was only a deep unending emptiness.
The sounds of distressed crying reached the historians ears, and for a second he cursed himself for not being able to hold back his own emotions, but then the sound registered as being out of his own body and instead seemed to be coming from a little farther down the hall he was now kneeling in, the sorrowful sobs echoing in around the abandoned building.
The mournful sounds penetrated the walls of denial that Shaun had erected, and stirred his heart from where it had been flash-frozen in his chest. Slowly he found his feet, swallowing heavily to help keep his lunch down. Thankfully, he had been coherent enough to keep a tight hold on his gun throughout his breakdown and he checked that it was still loaded and ready, keeping His thoughts limited to his hostile environment training, to keep them from returning to the gym and its contents.
The first few steps were shaky, but by the time Shaun was at the end of the hall he had gathered himself up a little. Following the soft crying led him into a small room on the second floor; the door of witch was decorated with crude crayon drawings of houses, lakes, forests, and stick figure families holding hands under a smiling sun, the words “Ms. Akeley's second grade class” in bright red cut-out letters covered in an uneven coat of glitter, that were stuck with duct-tape to the wood above the doorway.
Innocence [1.3/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-04 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)As he took a few steps further in Shaun's foot hit something, he looked down to see a brown teddy bear lying on the floor, it's tiny stuffed head punctured by a solitary bullet hole, it's ear stained a dark red that matched a nearby pool of blood, this one much smaller than the ones he had seen in the ransacked houses of the adult assassins.
The soft whimpers that had led him here were coming from the back of the room, Shaun pushed onwards soon locating the small coatroom that was hidden at the back of the room, he stepped inside-
And there she was, a little girl, curled up in a mass of raincoats and sweaters at the back of the coatroom. She looked up when he entered, her dark fearful eyes widening under a fringe of raven black hair, the area around them red and swollen from crying. Letting out a frightened scream, she backed up farther into the corner, curling up into herself, burying her face into her knees. The white hoodie she wore was stained with blood, but none of it looked like her own, her legs tucked under a knee-length pink skirt, her feet clad in lime green rubber boots sticking out from under it.
Shaun's eyes met hers and he forced a smile, hoping to try and calm her down, he lowered his gun and took a tentative step forward. The girl flinched at the sound of the step but didn't shrink back into the wall. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, and moving as slowly as his tired body and shattered nerves would allow, Shaun drew closer and kneeled down to her level.
“It's okay, I'm an assassin, I'm here to help...” Shaun explained trying to sound reassuring, reaching out a hand to the child, who drew away from his gesture and whimpered, burying her face farther into her knees.
Shaun sighed, he would have liked to take this slower but this area hadn't been secured yet, and the chance of a fucking bastard Templar sneaking up on him while he was trying to coerce the terrified child out of the corner was too much to risk. So biting back his better sense he reached forward, scooping the little girl into his arms and holding her firmly to his chest.
She shrieked loudly in his ear and begun flailing about in his grip, scratching, biting and pounding her tiny fists against his chest. Shaun gritted his teeth and stood up, backing himself into a wall and readying his gun, waiting patiently for the girl in his arms to tire, ignoring the stabs of pain as her nails and teeth dug into his skin.
Eventually the girl went slack in Shaun's arms, her squeals dying out into quiet whimpers. Shaun boosted her up a little, sliding his arm under her butt to better hold her weight. Once she was settled he started moving again, taking the first of many steps away from this chamber of nightmares, but as he walked the girl begun struggling in his arms once more, freeing one of her hands and blindly reaching towards the floor, whining softy as she pointed to the teddy bear that Shaun had seen earlier.
Careful to keep her balanced in his hold, Shaun stooped to the floor picking up the bear by one of its stubby arms, and delivered it into the desperate hands of the girl, who cuddled the wounded stuffy to her own chest, not caring about the extra blood stains it added to her sweater. Satisfied that the new conflict had been resolved, Shaun boosted the little girl up in his arms once more and continued towards the nearest set of stairs, taking the only surviving spark of life with him.
Innocence [1.4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-04 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)“Did anyone find Shaun?” Lucy asked looking worriedly at the others; both Desmond and Rebecca nodded a negative returning her concerned gaze. “I'm sure he's alright, I mean even though he always seems to need me to come save his ass, Shaun knows how to take care of himself.” Rebecca added giving a week smile that failed to stir her companions.
“I'm sure your right Rebecca, but I think we should go back to look for him.” Desmond suggested, the others nodded, but before they could take even the first step back towards the dreaded building, Shaun emerged from the doorway, holding something small and quivering protectively to his chest. Lucy was the first to recognise what it was, and gasped rushing up to help Shaun with the child, but Instead of handing her over, the historian just handed the blond woman his gun and wrapped his now free arm behind the small child's back.
“Is anyone else still alive?” Shaun asked his tone solemn, as if he already knew the answer. “No, we've checked everywhere.” Lucy admitted casting her eyes to the ground. “Then we're leaving” Shaun stated, weaving around Lucy and making his way to the van they had arrived in. “but Shaun-” Lucy tried to add, but was quickly cut off. “Now!” The historian demanded, his indifferent demeanour slipping, anger tinting the command.
Desmond watched as the Brit passed him, and then followed, struggling to keep up with the other's fast stride without breaking out into a full run. Desmond looked over at the girl in Shaun’s arms, and strangely she was looking back, her brown eyes met his, and Desmond tried a reassuring grin, but all it did was make the child turn away, burring her face into Shaun's shoulder, whimpering helplessly as she clutched her teddy tighter, Shaun shot Desmond an annoyed glare and Desmond decided he would be a bigger help if he went ahead of them and opened the van.
A/N
…well that had a lot more angst than planned..
Btw I am absolutely terrible at names so if anyone (especially the OP) has a name for my little FC I would be glad to hear it.
OP Here!
(Anonymous) 2010-10-05 04:41 am (UTC)(link)This. This is perfect. When I put out this prompt I was NOT expecting to get something so awesome in return. The detail, the emotion, just... just... - guh!
lol, I can just see that little girl following Shaun around like a duckling! That, or giving him a hard time.
Okays, names! *cracks knuckles* I LOVE picking out names, so asking for one was the equivalent of giving me a cookie.
I got a bit crazy with this too. I seem to have it in my head that AC takes place in 2012, so a second grader would be seven, so born in 2005, when the most popular names were: Emily, Emma, Madison, Abigail, Olivia, Isabella...
Actually, though, I'm partial to 'Hannah'. It's such a sweet name!
Obviously, just suggestions, and again much-much lobe for writer anon!
Re: OP Here!
(Anonymous) 2010-10-05 05:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP Here!
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)Props to OP for the awesome prompt and mega internets to write!anon - hope you write more soon! :D
Re: Innocence [1.4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-05 09:50 am (UTC)(link)Re: Innocence [1.4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-11 03:51 am (UTC)(link)love! so much love for this
please continue :)