Again, I hope this is okay. I know it’s probably not exactly what you were looking for, but the prompt kinda called to me. I tried for funny, but it kind of veered towards serious at the end. Plus, you know, extra fail for the Bonus only being there if you tilt your head and squint. But hopefully it’s not too bad for my first fill here.
Honestly, at first, it started as a joke, as a way to relieve their boredom and help with the stress. After all, being stuck first in the warehouse, and now in Monteriggioni, with the same, small group of people and a very few opportunities to leave would drive just about anyone up the wall. Add in the overwhelming stress that came from the fact that if they didn’t manage to pull this miracle out of their asses, it was the whole world that was going to suffer, and well… They needed some stress relief, damn it. Besides, Lucy firmly maintained that it was Rebecca’s fault. She was the one who’d had the idea in the first place.
Granted though, Plan A in Operation: Let’s See If We Can Get Shaun and Desmond To Make Out So We Have Something To Watch had been Lucy’s idea. Rebecca was convinced that was why it didn’t work. For an assassin, Lucy was surprisingly bad at being sneaky and manipulative. Really, how had she managed to fool Abstergo for all those years? So she wasn’t all that surprised when the plan crashed and burned before it even got started. All Lucy managed to get out was “Hey guys, how about a game of Truth or Dare --” before both men had shot her down. Granted, it had been worth it; it had been a while since Rebecca had heard anything as amusing as Shaun’s scathing commentary on the party game.
Plan B, however, had been Rebecca’s idea. Lucy hadn’t been willing to ask where she had gotten the aphrodisiac; they were supposed to be in hiding, not delving into Italy’s underground drug trade! After Rebecca had assured her several times that it wouldn’t hurt either of them - and how she knew that was another thing Lucy wasn’t going to ask - Lucy had reluctantly let her put the drug in one of her yogurt cups, because they both knew Shaun ended up eating them more than Lucy did. When they noticed a couple of days later that it disappeared after lunch, they were both hopeful. Well, at least they were up until Shaun approached them, looking perfectly calm and not at all bothered, and asked them if they knew why Desmond was currently throwing up everything in his system. Apparently, the something in the drug hadn’t agreed with the man. The girls had felt bad and proceeded to make sure he felt better as quickly as possible. Shaun, on the other hand, simply told him that was what he got for taking Lucy’s yogurt when he knew it’d be blamed on him.
After the first two disasters, the two of them had put their heads together. Locking them in a closet together hadn’t worked. It hadn’t really been a closet, just a sort of space enclosed with four walls, but with Desmond’s quickly developing ability free-running ability, he’d simply climbed out and then unlocked the door for Shaun. Sexually frustrating them had also been a bust. They’d managed to make sure the only “privacy” either man had gotten had been in the presence of the other and completely block all available porn, but Rebecca had cracked before either of them had, only making it a grand total of 25 hours without porn or privacy. “Losing” one of the sleeping bags in order to force them to share had simply ended up with Desmond curled up on the hard floor, shivering in his hoodie, until Lucy’s guilt had caught up with her and she had given him hers while she went and shared with Rebecca.
Plan F was another that ended before it got started. As soon as Rebecca had mentioned “shared near-death experience,” Lucy had vetoed that idea. Rebecca had seemed surprisingly disappointed.
Rebecca had been the one that put a stop to Plan G. Having a team dinner and then bailing so that it was just Desmond and Shaun? Hell to the no. That was just way too cheesy, chick movie.
Matchmaker - Part 1
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Honestly, at first, it started as a joke, as a way to relieve their boredom and help with the stress. After all, being stuck first in the warehouse, and now in Monteriggioni, with the same, small group of people and a very few opportunities to leave would drive just about anyone up the wall. Add in the overwhelming stress that came from the fact that if they didn’t manage to pull this miracle out of their asses, it was the whole world that was going to suffer, and well… They needed some stress relief, damn it. Besides, Lucy firmly maintained that it was Rebecca’s fault. She was the one who’d had the idea in the first place.
Granted though, Plan A in Operation: Let’s See If We Can Get Shaun and Desmond To Make Out So We Have Something To Watch had been Lucy’s idea. Rebecca was convinced that was why it didn’t work. For an assassin, Lucy was surprisingly bad at being sneaky and manipulative. Really, how had she managed to fool Abstergo for all those years? So she wasn’t all that surprised when the plan crashed and burned before it even got started. All Lucy managed to get out was “Hey guys, how about a game of Truth or Dare --” before both men had shot her down. Granted, it had been worth it; it had been a while since Rebecca had heard anything as amusing as Shaun’s scathing commentary on the party game.
Plan B, however, had been Rebecca’s idea. Lucy hadn’t been willing to ask where she had gotten the aphrodisiac; they were supposed to be in hiding, not delving into Italy’s underground drug trade! After Rebecca had assured her several times that it wouldn’t hurt either of them - and how she knew that was another thing Lucy wasn’t going to ask - Lucy had reluctantly let her put the drug in one of her yogurt cups, because they both knew Shaun ended up eating them more than Lucy did. When they noticed a couple of days later that it disappeared after lunch, they were both hopeful. Well, at least they were up until Shaun approached them, looking perfectly calm and not at all bothered, and asked them if they knew why Desmond was currently throwing up everything in his system. Apparently, the something in the drug hadn’t agreed with the man. The girls had felt bad and proceeded to make sure he felt better as quickly as possible. Shaun, on the other hand, simply told him that was what he got for taking Lucy’s yogurt when he knew it’d be blamed on him.
After the first two disasters, the two of them had put their heads together. Locking them in a closet together hadn’t worked. It hadn’t really been a closet, just a sort of space enclosed with four walls, but with Desmond’s quickly developing ability free-running ability, he’d simply climbed out and then unlocked the door for Shaun. Sexually frustrating them had also been a bust. They’d managed to make sure the only “privacy” either man had gotten had been in the presence of the other and completely block all available porn, but Rebecca had cracked before either of them had, only making it a grand total of 25 hours without porn or privacy. “Losing” one of the sleeping bags in order to force them to share had simply ended up with Desmond curled up on the hard floor, shivering in his hoodie, until Lucy’s guilt had caught up with her and she had given him hers while she went and shared with Rebecca.
Plan F was another that ended before it got started. As soon as Rebecca had mentioned “shared near-death experience,” Lucy had vetoed that idea. Rebecca had seemed surprisingly disappointed.
Rebecca had been the one that put a stop to Plan G. Having a team dinner and then bailing so that it was just Desmond and Shaun? Hell to the no. That was just way too cheesy, chick movie.