A/N: This writer!anon is so happy people are enjoying the fic! Sorry for taking a while to type this next part up, was partying with friends XD I'll finish this before I go to bed! Keep refreshing every hour, anons, I'll be done soon <3
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And then, on the screen, Ezio suffered a blow to the face - something that happened often enough that it would have hardly merited attention, had Desmond's nose not abruptly spouted a fountain of blood.
"Holy--" Shaun sputtered, jumping back in shock. "Bloody hell!" Desmond's head leaned slightly to a side, the blood coursing down his face in a steady, lazy trail. Shaun had never seen this happen before, and fumbled about looking for something to stem the flow, hands shaking.
"'Becca!" He hissed as he dove through his things, seeking a kleenex. "Rebecca!"
"Hngh?" the engineer muttered unintelligently, slowly lifting her head from her sleeping bag some feet away. "Was'wrong?"
"Desmond's bleeding all over the place!" Shaun exclaimed frantically, awkwardly piling several sheets of kleenex on Desmond's face and scrubbing, trying to wipe the blood away. "It's like he took the blow Ezio got in real time!"
"What!?" Rebecca shot up, startled. "I'll turn the animus off!"
"Be careful!" Shaun warned, worried. "If we jerk him out before he's ready--"
"If we leave him in any longer, his brain will fry off!" Rebecca snarled, typing away without a trace of bleariness. "What if Ezio gets stabbed!?"
"Stay with us, Desmond," Shaun found himself saying quickly, knowing he was saying it more for his own benefit. "You're almost out."
Rebecca forced Desmond to desynchronize, and shut off the machine. The abruptness of the exit had Desmond's eyes snapping open, still half-within the constraints of Ezio's mind. Immediately, the man howled something in Italian -- some expression of shock or confusion, ripping out the needle in his arm and scrabbling off the animus, shoving Shaun out of the way in the process.
"Bloody hell!"
"Desmond!" Rebecca cried shrilly.
"Dove sono?" Desmond snarled, his eyes moving around wildly, his stance feral and ready to strike or flee at any moment. "Chi son?"
"Desmond, you bleeding twat!" Shaun screamed. "Wake the fuck up!"
Desmond hissed as the blood coursing down his face trickled down to his clothes, his hands vaguely attempting to stop the flow. He was cursing in a steady stream of Italian, stumbling around the room in confusion, crashing over Lucy's desk and finding himself face planting on the floor.
"Merda!" the man howled, his limbs feeling like jello. "Che diavolo e tutto questo!?" He leapt to his feet and, seeing how close Shaun had gotten, tackled Shaun to the ground, ready to assassinate him. Only to realize he had no blade strapped to his arm -- Lucy had taken it from Desmond, to take as a defense measure. Rebecca was screaming something in the background, likely calling Lucy frantically
Desmond and Shaun rolled around, struggling, but Desmond was in no condition to fight. Shaun found it surprisingly easy to overpower Desmond, flipping him and pushing his head to the ground, locking his knees at Desmond's sides to keep him from moving. He was shocked (and, dare he say it, rather horrified) at how skinny Desmond felt between his legs.
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And then, on the screen, Ezio suffered a blow to the face - something that happened often enough that it would have hardly merited attention, had Desmond's nose not abruptly spouted a fountain of blood.
"Holy--" Shaun sputtered, jumping back in shock. "Bloody hell!" Desmond's head leaned slightly to a side, the blood coursing down his face in a steady, lazy trail. Shaun had never seen this happen before, and fumbled about looking for something to stem the flow, hands shaking.
"'Becca!" He hissed as he dove through his things, seeking a kleenex. "Rebecca!"
"Hngh?" the engineer muttered unintelligently, slowly lifting her head from her sleeping bag some feet away. "Was'wrong?"
"Desmond's bleeding all over the place!" Shaun exclaimed frantically, awkwardly piling several sheets of kleenex on Desmond's face and scrubbing, trying to wipe the blood away. "It's like he took the blow Ezio got in real time!"
"What!?" Rebecca shot up, startled. "I'll turn the animus off!"
"Be careful!" Shaun warned, worried. "If we jerk him out before he's ready--"
"If we leave him in any longer, his brain will fry off!" Rebecca snarled, typing away without a trace of bleariness. "What if Ezio gets stabbed!?"
"Stay with us, Desmond," Shaun found himself saying quickly, knowing he was saying it more for his own benefit. "You're almost out."
Rebecca forced Desmond to desynchronize, and shut off the machine. The abruptness of the exit had Desmond's eyes snapping open, still half-within the constraints of Ezio's mind. Immediately, the man howled something in Italian -- some expression of shock or confusion, ripping out the needle in his arm and scrabbling off the animus, shoving Shaun out of the way in the process.
"Bloody hell!"
"Desmond!" Rebecca cried shrilly.
"Dove sono?" Desmond snarled, his eyes moving around wildly, his stance feral and ready to strike or flee at any moment. "Chi son?"
"Desmond, you bleeding twat!" Shaun screamed. "Wake the fuck up!"
Desmond hissed as the blood coursing down his face trickled down to his clothes, his hands vaguely attempting to stop the flow. He was cursing in a steady stream of Italian, stumbling around the room in confusion, crashing over Lucy's desk and finding himself face planting on the floor.
"Merda!" the man howled, his limbs feeling like jello. "Che diavolo e tutto questo!?" He leapt to his feet and, seeing how close Shaun had gotten, tackled Shaun to the ground, ready to assassinate him. Only to realize he had no blade strapped to his arm -- Lucy had taken it from Desmond, to take as a defense measure. Rebecca was screaming something in the background, likely calling Lucy frantically
Desmond and Shaun rolled around, struggling, but Desmond was in no condition to fight. Shaun found it surprisingly easy to overpower Desmond, flipping him and pushing his head to the ground, locking his knees at Desmond's sides to keep him from moving. He was shocked (and, dare he say it, rather horrified) at how skinny Desmond felt between his legs.