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Disclaimer: I don't own Ezio or Altaïr. They belong to Ubisoft. As does everything else related to Assassin's Creed I or II.

Warnings: Some cursing.

Word count: 2,268

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Chapter 1: Bunnykillers

My head was stuffed with cotton wool. I was sure about that. Waking up felt like the worst idea ever and for a while I had to wonder if I had been drinking last night. I didn't recall such an event. I remembered I had been pulling out the weeds, when... Oh my dear God. I opened my left eye carefully. I had to see if it all had been true.

At first I noticed that the men had apparently made peace with each other and had decided to celebrate it with building a campfire. A campfire on my friend's backyard when there is a perfectly good house with electricity nearby. I tried to sigh, but noticed there was a rag in my mouth. And when I tried to take it off I realised my hands were bound. I let out an irritated groan. What had I done to deserve this?

Then I decided to pay closer attention to the campfire. There was this smell in the air that made my stomach growl. Food! That reminded me that I had no idea when was the last time I had eaten. I tried to see what it was that these two were cooking.

"Altaïr, you have to admit, I am a good cook", the Italian version commented his own work. Which apparently was the small chunk of meat roasting in a stick. I made a mental note to myself. These two definitely weren't from around here. I tried to shoo away the thought of time travel. That was just... Absurd. The other – Altaïr? - snorted.

"It's burnt", he stated. "You said you knew how to roast a rabbit."

"I do, idiota! It's just well cooked, not burnt. And at least I know how prepare one..." he muttered.

"I can perfectly well roast one myself."

"And you decide to share this information with me now? When I already have made all the preparations? Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

"Someone needs to do the thinking. And it made you shut up for a while."

"Bastardo."

I blinked. They were arguing over rabbits? Actually, where had they gotten the rabbits in the first place. A terrible thought crept in to my thoughts. They couldn't have...

I moved my head so I could see to the house. There was a small corral right next to the back door and there should've been two Belgian hares living in there. I saw none. There was no trace of those sweet bunnies I had looked at earlier. They were gone.

I tried to sway my head to get the rug out of my mouth. How dare they eat my friend's pets? Those...those... ignorant bastards!

"Hmmhhhmmmh!" I yelled at them and got their attention.

"Buono, she's awake. Shall we begin the interrogation then?"

"Hmmmmmh!" I continued angrily. I knew perfectly well they had no idea what I was trying to say, but quite frankly I didn't care. My friend was going to kill me for this! And how would I actually explain this to her? "I'm sorry, but two strange men ate your bunnies." I don't think she'd believe me. Even I didn't believe myself.

"In my opinion taking the rug out of her mouth would improve her communication skills", Altaïr commented dryly and received a glare from the Italian. Then he rolled his eyes, cut the rag and my mouth was free. I almost bite his hand.

"You killed Cloud and Sephiroth!" I screamed. "You murderers!" If looks could kill they both would've been dead by now. Those sweet little bunnies had never hurt anyone. Well, maybe a bunny weighing fifteen pounds wasn't that little, but who cared. They were cute and fuzzy!

"Scusami?" was the puzzled answer I got.

"Speak English!" I countered. Apparently he decided not to ask about the bunnies' names.

"Alright, who are you?" he started.

"You tell me first", I said defiantly. I didn't actually believe he would answer me, but at least I could try.

"Ezio Auditore da Firenze", he answered proudly. I could hear Altaïr sighing nearby. Another mental note: this man sucked in interrogation. You don't tell your name to a person you are trying to interrogate! Oh, wait a second. Was this a good cop and a bad cop -game? I sighed mentally and decided to answer. Maybe they would let be leave afterwards?

"Fair enough. I am Christina Holmes." I usually added a witty joke about Sherlock Holmes after I told people my name, but right now it didn't seem like a right thing to do.

"Now Christina, tell us where we are and how did we end up in here." I frowned.

"I already told you. You are in the United States of America. And I guess the gloving orb had something to do with the fact that you are here?" Actually I still had do idea who these guys were, where were they from and which time. Those buildings I had seen and their clothing suggested time traveling. My sanity was about to leave me.

"Yes, the gloving orb... It's a Piece of Eden. Now how did you manage to find it? Are you working with the templars?"

"Templars? You mean the knights who fought during the crusades?"

"No, I mean the group that's trying to take over the world." I started laughing before I realised he wasn't joking.

"Oh. No. I was clearing out the weeds and dug it out from the ground. And then it started to glow and next thing I knew – you are under me and he is on top of me and then the...Piece of Eden? Yes, it vanished."

"I saw it, she's telling the truth", Altaïr added. "Or at least that part is true."

"So this Piece of Eden can do time traveling?" Ezio concluded. "I never would've guessed they held such powers too."

"It seems highly possible."

"Hey, hey! Are you saying that I actually went back in time and kidnapped you two to my time? So I'm not crazy? This is all real? You really ate my friends bunnies?" A frantic note appeared in my voice. Alright, let's remember what the therapist had said. Breathe in and out. Slowly. Don't panic. You are one with the world. Birds sing, sun shines, life is good and I just time travelled. Oh ffffuuuuu-.

"Free her, she's blue", Altaïr said and motioned Ezio to do the task.

"What do you mean I'm blue?" I asked while Ezio cut the ropes open. And where had they gotten them? Normal people don't walk around with ropes in their pocket, just in case they happen to wander to someone who needs tying. Altaïr pretended not to hear my question. I frowned again.

"Who actually are you guys?" They acted suspiciously. And what was that yell I had heard when I had met these two? Assassins? "What do you do for living?" Well assassins could have rope in their pockets right? And it would certainly explain the weapons too.

"Tailor."

"Scholar."

"And you expect me to believe that? You are assassins, right?" I received a cold glare from both of them. A shiver ran down my spine and that confirmed my answer. Definitely assassins. There was this deadly aura around them. I found that I didn't like it at all. "Okay", I tried to lighten up the mood. "So... what do you guys plan to do now?"

"Go home", they both answered simultaneously and glanced at each other. I noticed they both had even the same scar in their lip.

"Well, I doubt you'll need me for that", I laughed nervously. I didn't want to stay around them. Hell, no. Even though this was definitely interesting (for crying out loud, I just time travelled!), these two were both trained killers. I didn't want to find myself strangled in some gutter. Well, actually I wouldn't technically speaking find myself, since I'd be dead, but you get my point.

I was going to start to walk away, but Altaïr grabbed my shirt's collar and I froze.

"We do need you. We cannot leave without the Piece of Eden", he explained and didn't let me go. I tried to worm my way out of my shirt and received a weird look from both of them. Damn, my 'leave carefully, then run like hell' -plan had failed.

"I think she might be... You know... One of those..." Ezio tried to find the right word. I stopped my wiggling.

"I'm not retarted! You just creep the hell out of me! Let me go! I don't know where the orb went and I found it by an accident in the first place! You can perfectly fine search it by yourself! I don't want anything to do with your assassin-lifestyle!" I slammed my hands to my mouth. My mind was screaming that I indeed was a retard. You don't yell at assassins! You stay the hell away from them. And if you happen to cross paths with one – don't annoy them. I could feel my life expectancy getting shorter.

Instead of finding a blade in my heart, I was let go.

"Fine then", Altaïr said and sat next to the fire. I expected him to say more, but he stayed silent. Ezio stared at him. I think he was in shock.

"You mean, I can go?" I verified. "You are not going to stab me in the back or anything?"

"Leave", was the blunt answer. I started walking backwards towards the house. I kept my eyes on both of them. Ezio still didn't move and Altaïr just sat next to the fire. I was almost at the back door when Ezio broke off from his trance and started swearing very loudly. Or at least I think he was swearing. I didn't know Italian enough to be sure about it.

"You just let her go! Are you an idiota?" he yelled after the long list of curse words. "Answer me you-". I didn't hear what he called him but I perfectly well saw Altaïr punching Ezio in the face. And after that they both had engaged in a fist fight. I sighed, went in and locked the back door. Not my problem. I would keep my self out of their problems. I definitely would.

I peeked out from the living room window. They were still fighting and it seemed Altaïr was gaining the upper hand. I could hear Ezio insulting him in Italian. I guess losing wasn't his cup of tea. Thinking of tea made my stomach rumble again. I glanced at the fridge. There were frozen pizzas in there. I licked my lips and shot a final look to the fighting pair. I decided I didn't care and went to the kitchen.

I needed to repeat my 'I don't care' -part over and over again, since my curiosity tried to win my common sense. I had never quite understood what was best for me and again I had to admit to myself it was true. I don't know why I wanted to check on the assassins frequently and I had to stop myself for over and over again not to do so. They weren't my problem anymore. They were grown men, they could take care of themselves. Well, if they even lived anymore. I hadn't checked how the fight had ended.

But I have to admit I started to feel a bit sorry for them. It had started raining a while ago and now it seemed like there was a quite big storm coming. I would be fine – the house was sturdy and there were candles in case the electricity would go out. They had – I had to peek from the window – an extinct campfire. It seemed they both were still alive, since they were sitting on the ground and probably staring at each other.

I bit my lip. They probably were soaking wet by now. I hated to admit myself that it was my fault. I could've let them in. And what if they caught cold? They wouldn't have the immune system people in my time had. Would they die? It'd be my fault.

I twisted my hands and bit my lip. What should I do? I had snatched them from their own time and then left them by themselves. They didn't know how the world was. And what would the neighbours think if they decided to stay living in the backyard? I bit my nails. I needed to get them in. They looked like lost puppies. Cute, little, homeless puppies which I had carried home when I was a young girl.

And yes, I just compared to grown men – two assassins! - to puppies.

I took a deep breath and walked to the back door. I had made up my mind. I was going to invite them in. And then help them find a way home. Otherwise my complaining Jiminy Cricket would never leave me be.

"Come in you two!" I yelled from the door. "Otherwise you'll catch a pneumonia and die before you manage to find the Piece of Eden. Now hurry up, there's a big storm approaching!" I hoped I had made the right decision and wouldn't die in the near future.