Moon: The eeeend...I might make a for now, byebye

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The choice

He was floating in the darkness. His whole body felt pleasantly numb, if that indeed was a feeling. His memories were a haze and he was content to let them be it. He did not even have a name he could say was his but that was fine as he floated in the darkness with no light.

It did not cause him panic though. He was safe in the dark.

But his mind would not let him float, would not let him be.

It gave him a name. Desmond. Desmond Miles was his name. And he was a assassin.

He groaned a bit, as lights above him started igniting, like starry sky as memories started to fill him.

Of his life at the farm, when he ran away, of his job as a bartender, the abduction by Abstergo, going through his ancestors memories, of Lucy, of Shaun and Rebecca, the training after the escape, his father...of...of...

His last memories were of pain, of sadness, of torment that shouldn't have existed. But not just his own, the torment of others, of...

"...Altair...Ezio..."

The whirlwind of emotions the two men had let him go through. The passion, the lust, the love, the desire. The possessive glow in their eyes when they had him pinned to a wall, ready to kiss every last inch of his skin. The stern one as they taught him another move to help him defend himself. The caring as they helped him wrap up yet another bruise.

The love when they held him, thinking he was asleep, their fingers through his hair or on his waist.

Desmond stared up at the sky above him and then slowly shifted, standing, looking down at his nude body before looking around. It was as if he was in a black void with stars around. But he recognized it from Ezio's memories.

"...Minerva!" He called out.

And there she was, just as he had seen in the memories of Ezio. She stared at him and he stared back.

"You are not suppose to be here Desmond Miles. But it was anticipated that you might and we prepared for the eventuality." Desmond stared at her. "Where am I?"

"You are in a limbo. You did well on your task despite not suppose to be there. For this you have a choice."

Desmond frowned. "A choice?"

"The solar flare is still coming." Between them, a hologram of the sun rose and Desmond stared at it, almost imagining he could feel the intense heat of it. "The vaults are still there with what we managed to leave behind to prevent it, if anything. But you are no longer in your own time." She looked at him. "So you have a choice."

"And that is?"

"You can return to your time." She held up her left hand, a bubble with his assassin group appearing within, Shaun and Rebecca working furiously on the computers while Lucy and William Miles were arguing it seemed. "By doing so, you are in your right time, you have more efficient ways of finding the vaults and protecting the world. But you will have less time as for every second the flare is closing in. The enemy is also stronger in your time and will cause interference in your work."

She lifted her left hand, a second bubble with Ezio and Altair holding his body appearing. "Or you may go back to them. To those who have given you strength. But you will have to work harder to find what you need, to find the vaults and your body will be flawed. You will have more time and your enemy is on equal ground to you."

Desmond stared at her and looked between the bubbles. How was he to be able to choose between this, why him?

"The choice is yours."

"...Which one is the best choice?" He asked quietly.

Minerva stared at him. "I can not see the future. Both choices have the chance of success and failure. Both option might lead to the world burning, to humanity burning."

Desmond stared at her as she held her hands out to him, the bubbles floating so innocently over her palms. He stared at the image of his lovers holding him so tightly and then to his father.

"The choice is yours, as is the consequences."

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Brown eyes slowly opened, staring at the ceiling in confusion. What had happened?

Slowly, his body aching, Desmond turned his head to look around. It was Desmond's room. The room he shared with Altair and Ezio at Monteriggioni, in a large sleeping shirt. He blinked and then slowly tried sitting up as the memories came back.

Torture, Borgia, the apple, throwing himself infront of Ezio and...Minerva!

He moved to get up, hissing in pain, his right grabbing onto the night stand to get up as his left hang in a sling, bandages covering the appendage from fingers to elbow. Unfortunate, when he grabbed the night stand, he also made a mug on the night stand fall over, hitting the floor with a loud thump and spilling water all over the floor and Desmond's own nude feet.

There was a crash from the room beside and then hurried feet before Leonardo threw open the door, staring at Desmond. "Desmond! Friend! You're are awake." The genius gushed before hurrying over and making the injured man sit back down, fussing over him. "We were starting to think you would never wake." He held Desmond's shoulders, beaming to him before carefully undoing the sling to check on his arm.

"Might not wa-Leonardo, how long have I been sleeping?" The genius hesitated as he stared at the other. "A week my friend. Altair and Ezio have been doing what they could and so have the doctor. He was sent away yesterday as I am more then enough to look after your health."

Caring hands were gently pulling up the others sleeve and undoing the bandages to check on Desmond's arm. "Where are Ezio and Altair?" Desmond asked in a small voice, he had thought they might be there.

"They are right outside, Mario has been forcing them to leave your side for training and food, they have rarely left your side." Leonardo smiled to him in sympathy before reaching for the herbal mixture and clean bandages.

Carefully he started taking care of Desmond mangled arm. "Your arm will, unfortunate, never recover properly I think. The bones of your hand is broken and you will be feeling those on rainy days." He was quick to cover the missing nail areas in the herbal mixture and then cover them up with bandages to Desmond's wrist. It stung but not as bad as Desmond feared. But then again, if he had been sleeping a week, some of it must have healed over a bit.

"The rest should however recover if you give it time, keep it clean and don't move it to much." He tied the bandage up on the top of Desmond's shoulder. "There we go, cleaned and changed." Leonardo took the sling and got Desmond's arm supported once again. "Altair and Ezio are bound to return soon, Mario never can get them to be away from you to long, just enough to run around a bit and fetch food to come up here, so while we have time, how do you feel?"

Leonardo was watching him closely. "I feel...sore all over. My arm is painful of course but the rest is just sore. I also...feel somewhat hungry." He smiled sheepishly and the genius laughed. "Good, good, that is a good sign. A hungry man is a recovering man."

They both looked up as they heard hurried steps. "Leonardo we heard voi-Desmond!" Ezio practically threw himself towards the bed and pulled Desmond into a hug, burrying his face into Desmond's shoulder and dissolving in a babble of Italian that Desmond had no chance of understanding. One because it was so quick and two because it was muffled.

But he got the general meaning.

"I'm alright Ezio..." He looked up and smiled to Altair who was still standing in the door, staring at Desmond as if he had never seen anything like it.

"Ezio! Let Desmond go, he is still recovering, he only just woke up!" Leonardo yelped and Ezio hurriedly put Desmond down on the bed again, staring at him in worry now. "Its alright, you didn't hurt me Ezio." He assured his older lover as Altair finally made his way over. He sat down and pulled the other into his arms, more gently then Ezio had but holding just as tightly. "You are awake." He murmured.

Ezio sat down too, giving Leonardo a smile and a nod in thanks.

"I see I am no longer needed. I will tell one of the servants to bring up some food. Desmond said he was hungry. I think something easy as its been a while, broth or weak soup." He let the lovers be alone.

Altair nuzzled his face into Desmond's hair, taking a shuddery breath. "You...stupid usfur..." He whispered.

Ezio wrapped his arms around Desmond waist, burying his face in Desmond shoulder blade. "Don't you ever do that again passero. We thought... we thought we lost you." He murmured. "I'm sorry, I just...I couldn't let him kill you Ezio."

"Passero, it would destroy us to see you dead. We waited for you, we don't want to lose you." Ezio kissed the back of his neck and Altair stroked Desmond's cheek before making the younger look into his amber eyes. "We held you, your heart was still Desmond. Don't make us go through that again." He was startled to see the tears in Altair's eyes. "...Please Desmond, don't make us go through that again."

"I-I won't. I promise." He whispered before hissing as Ezio rubbed his back. "Wha..."

"The spot where you were hit by the apple, its a patchwork of scars." Ezio murmured. Desmond slowly nodded, well, scars weren't so bad. "...My heart stopped?" Both assassins nodded, though Desmond could only see both.

"Then how am I still here?"

"The apple. It...some sort of light came from it and hit your chest. You started breathing again, your heart beating." Altair explained.

The American frowned lightly. Electricity perhaps?

Had it jump started his heart again?

He made a soft noise as Ezio kissed the back of his neck again. "Don't think to much on it mio passero...just be grateful for being here, we are." Ezio murmured.

Desmond blinked. He really should tell them about Minerva, about what they needed to do...but...

He was shifted so he was laying on his stomach, his head in Altair's lap with his feet in Ezio's. Desmond smiled a bit, it could wait until tomorrow. He nuzzled down a bit, feeling the safety of his older lovers embrace him.

It could wait.

For now.