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Encounter: Chapter 2

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As if on cue, Lucy rushed into the lab. She muttered something about Dr. Vidic needing her for something. Her high heels clicked as she walked to the Animus purposefully only to stop when she saw Altaïr.

"How did this happen?" she demanded, knowing that neither Desmond or she knew.

"I don't know. The Animus screwed." Desmond eyed Altaïr, almost fearfully. The aura around the Animus was smoldering and had a dangerous feel...

Lucy seemed really stunned to see Altaïr. Blood she did not mind, but to just see him there... it was painful to just look at his wounds or the look of pain and failure on his blank face. For a moment she stood stock still, unsure of what to do or say. Be sensible! her thoughts yelled at her. Report it to Dr. Vidic! Clean this up!

"Help him," Desmond begged. His dark brown eyes looked beseechingly into Lucy's blue ones.

Shaking her head Lucy sighed. "I can't. He's gone." It seemed so, seeing how much Altaïr had bled. There was almost no chance he would survive this, even with a strong body like his.

"No he isn't," he insisted. "There might be a chance for Altaïr... please, Lucy." No matter how slim the chance was Desmond was willing to try. He was, after all, his relative no matter how distant or destructive.

Lucy had never seen Desmond like this. Before, he was always cold and indifferent. But she knew that Desmond had a gentler side to him; he probably just didn't show it around her. It was the first time he showed this kind of emotion since he was kidnapped by Abstergo.  She knew he didn't like it at the labs. And neither did she.

Lucy ran over the 'memory' quickly. Well, how would you feel if you saw your ancestor being hacked up, then sent into your own time?

"I'm not much of a doctor," she told Desmond. "But I'll try my best with what I know."

Desmond nodded curtly, and bent down again to clear away Altaïr's weapons. So many times he had seen the assassin in action with his deadly tools, but now he seemed so... weak. It seemed a strange word to call Altaïr but somehow it was true.

"How many wounds? Four?" Lucy started to gather various things from a cupboard filled with medical items. Wraps of gauze. Pads and tape. Lucy hesitated over a pack of scissors and tweezers. What do you people use in these situations? Instead of pondering on this, she just took the whole case and quickly walked over to Desmond and Altaïr. The bleeding seemed to have slowed. There might be a chance... that is, if he was alive.

While Lucy sorted through the first aid supplies, Desmond had removed some of Altaïr's clothing to make the job easier for them. Stained shreds of cloth sat in a damp pile away from them.

"Let's move him away. Than get him on his front," said Desmond anxiously. Lucy agreed to his plan immediately, carefully picking up Altaïr by his legs. Desmond held onto his upper body as the carefully placed him in the center of a clear space in the lab.

"Is he even alive?" Lucy asked quietly.

Concentrating on the situation Desmond just nodded in reply. "Call for help."

"It's not going to do anything." There was no medical assistance in the Abstergo labs. Was there ever a time when that was needed? They could not risk calling the public services. "We'll have to do it ourselves. Until there's another way."

They did not speak as they rolled Altaïr onto his stomach. Already blood had started to spread around the floor. How much more could Altaïr spare? Lucy touched the inside of his wrist. At first she did not feel a pulse, than as she pressed deeper the faint beat came to her fingers.

"Moving him opened his wounds more. We need to work fast. He might die right before us."

A dark shadow came over Desmond's face as a mask of determination. The arrows needed to be taken out so they could treat him, but he did not know anything about what to do. Take them out? Leave it in until professional assistance came? Honestly nothing came to him so he turned to Lucy for answers.

"I think we should remove the arrows," she whispered. "Try not to move it too much." Fear fluttered in her chest. What if they failed, and  Altaïr died? It would be her own fault.

Similar thoughts ravaged through Desmond's mind. Gingerly grasping the shaft of an arrow, the one in Altaïr's upper back, Desmond pulled straight and up. He was amazed at how hard it was to take it out. The head stuck in his flesh with barbed ends, more blood chugging out sluggishly. It's designed to do that, he reminded himself. With only the one in his arm and the one in his back left, Desmond appraised Lucy with worried eyes.

"Gauze." She handed it over right away.

The white was soon dirtied as the cloth dragged away the blood. The sticky feeling caught on Desmond's hands. Lucy watched him helplessly as he continued to mop it up. When it finally slowed, Desmond grabbed a large pad of cloth and a roll of tape. Without a word they held down the pad and Desmond ripped a long piece of tape with his teeth.

Strapping it onto Altaïr's back across the padding Desmond ripped another piece of tape. And another. Pressing down with his palm, he turned his attention to the other two arrows. "Take this one away," he instructed. "Throw it out. I don't care. Whatever."

Lucy wrapped the arrow in a piece of cloth, deciding to just drop it in a place somewhere in the labs. The gash in Altaïr's side was very serious... the guard might have nicked his vital organs.

I can do nothing for him here, Desmond despaired. At least maybe the blood could be stifled... Taking a long, thick wrap, he flattened it against Altaïr's midsection. Tying it tightly he cut off the excess bits with scissors. I hope it will work until help comes... please...

Lucy returned from another room with more supplies, cellphone in her hand. "I called. An ambulance will be coming."

A sigh of relief passed through Desmond. "When? It better be soon."

"Just our luck. There's a roadblock around here. It will take a long time. Maybe 45 minutes. And since the labs are so out of the way..."

Fury and outrage flared in Desmond's eyes. "What? Why? What the heck?"

"I don't know... all I know is that the city didn't set it up." Her concern for Altaïr showed on her face too. "There's something weird going around here. Out of the ordinary. "

Shaking his head in disgust, Desmond went back to the prone assassin. The blood was slowing, a good sign. Maybe. He knew nothing at all. Tilting his head slightly he scrutinized the arrows. They stuck out of Altaïr's body like heck. So awkward; they did not belong there. Gripping the edge of the arrow in Altaïr's right arm, he pulled... it came out with a bloody arrowhead, and flicked it onto the hard floor. "Ngh..." The gore lining his wounds were coming up again, and Desmond took another piece of cloth to wipe it.

The other arrow still jutted out of his back. Luckily it had missed his spine by inches. If it did sever his spine, he would most likely be dead and not a chance of living. This one could be the hardest of them all. It was fired by a skilled bows man, hard and direct. Sweat formed on Desmond's brow as he held the shaft... and started to tug it out of his flesh. It made a sickening gurgling sound and more blood came out in tiny streams. "Oh god, oh god." Too much blood was drained from his body, he desperately needed medical help. Transfusions.

Sitting back on his heels, Desmond suddenly felt dizzy. "Woah..." His head swam and he decided to just sit down so he put his hand on the floor, but he found himself somehow going another way. As he was falling through the air, Lucy reached behind and caught him. His bloody hands smacked the floor as he shoved away from her. "I don't need your help." Bitter eyes glared at her.

Taken aback, she watched him with an open mouth. "What. Did. You. Say."

"It's all your fault!" he yelled. "It's your fault that I'm here! That Altaïr's here! God!" He turned his back on Lucy, stalking to the sink to wet a towel. The running water was the only sound in the lab. Soft thuds of Desmond's shoes across the lab.

Finally regaining her speech, Lucy decided not to yell at him anymore. "You've been in the Animus for so long. If it wasn't for my help, you might not have survived the Bleeding Effect. You'd go mad if I wasn't here." Her voice lowered. "Dr. Vidic would have killed you. I'm risking my life for you."

Stiffness entered Desmond. The pointless anger in him simmered, and then disappeared. He felt empty inside. Everything Lucy said was true, face it. The anger went out as soon as it came on him.

"If it wasn't for me," Lucy continued, "You wouldn't be here. I've never mistreated you. You're lucky you weren't kept in the Animus for days on end. Relieving the memories of your ancestor- giving away the secrets of truth, life. Secrets covered for years; centuries. You would be dead if it wasn't for me. You need me here. Desmond, you might have killed yourself. If it wasn't for me." She finished her heated speech with a rush.

Curiosity pricked at a few things Lucy said. "Suicide? Days in the Animus?" Where did those come from?

A flush came over Lucy's face. "What? I said too much." Things she was supposed to keep secret. Things that Desmond know knew.

"No, tell me," Desmond insisted.

Even if a few things slipped... it didn't matter too much, did it? No, Lucy told herself angrily. The last time that happened, someone died. She could not go that way again. "Just drop it."

Shrugging Desmond went back to Altaïr with the towel. He drew it across the drying blood in an effort to clean it. It came off easily, and soon the towel was as bloody as Altaïr's abandoned clothes. Tossing that aside too, he got a new towel.

Glancing at the clock, Desmond wished the ambulance would come faster. Only about 20 minutes had passed since Lucy called... how long could Altaïr hold on for? Most of the blood was drained from his body. He would need support from another person.

Lying on the floor Altaïr looked vulnerable. Torn, ragged. Broken. Gone. The thoughts worried Desmond. Checking his breathing again he was relieved to find that Altaïr was stronger, even if slightly. His pulse was a little more identifible. His hands were a little warmer. But still cold. Freezing cold. There was no telling when he would regain consciousness- if he did.

Without thinking, Desmond picked up Altaïr's hand in his own. His left, the one missing part of a finger. Desmond had seen Altaïr's memory of what had happened in the Animus. He and many others of the Brotherhood had part of their ring finger cut off for the blade attached to their wrist. Gently tracing the scars on  his hand he wondered what happened to  Altaïr later on in his life. The event in the Animus might have been the end of it- Altaïr must have had a few children before, though. How else would his bloodline go on, thus coming to Desmond?

Altaïr's hands were still freezing cold. Desmond rubbed his cold hands in his own together. Slowly he felt Altaïr warming up a little and breathed a sigh of relief. He would survive this. A little dim bell in his head warned him that he shouldn't be touching the assassin like this; what if he found out? He had seen enough of Altaïr's temper to have a vague knowledge of what might happen. Oh shit. He would already be scared of what had happened- being sent into a completely different time dimension in a whole different part of the world.

Another hand touched his shoulder. Surprised, Desmond glanced up. Lucy crouched down beside him, her hand still on his shoulder. They said not a word, just looking at Altaïr's face. His eyes were still closed but the fear and painful expression seemed to have eased a little.

They didn't say anything to each other, just staying together. Worrying for Altaïr's life, reveling in the comfort of each other. During the few weeks since they had met, Desmond thought he didn't like Lucy. But now it was different; he might even consider her a friend. A friend. The thought echoed in his mind.

Desmond slung his arm around Lucy, bringing her closer to him and pressing his cheek against her hair. Together they would wait. Together they would fight the battle, with Altaïr. They'd do all that, together.  
GAH. I wrote the other chapter with this one, but I figured it might be too long so I cut it. Sorry for taking so long.

My own comments: this chapter is kinda cheesy. I kinda make Des seem gay-ish, and then with Lucy... ?? Ugh, sounds like they are going to rape him.

Chapter 1 [link]
Chapter 2 you're looking at it
Chapter 3 [link]
Chapter 4 [link]
Chapter 5 [link]
Chapter 6 [link]
Chapter 7 [link]
Chapter 8 [link]
Chapter 9 [link]
Chapter 10 [link]
Chapter 11 [link]
Chapter 12 [link]
Chapter 13 [link]
Chapter 14 [link]
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EbilWolf9's avatar
Yeah this was a bit cheesy, but that is cute! I'm starting to like this series :heart: