AN: First I'd like to apologize to any readers who have also read my other story for Fairy Tail, Lightning Strikes in Snow, I'm simply stuck on that story and I'm just having trouble getting words on the page for it and this started up in my head and since I was stuck on a different story I said screw it, let's get this going and see where this one will take me and hopefully it'll help me get moving on other things.

This world operates as if Abigail Kross is related to Desmond Miles on both sides of the family, as she shares both Altair and Ezio as ancestors(and therefore the Kenways). I may or may not explain this because I'm still debating if I'm going to include Desmond and his buddies at all. Have to toy with the idea and see how I can get them in. Also I know I will get some terms and things wrong from the AC universe, while I love the story line and such I have never actually played through the games yet I've only watched them be played and so I would inevitably miss some things. I'm going to attempt weekly updates on this story, but we'll see how that goes. Reviews are very much appreciated.

Chapter 1: Meet Abigail Kross

Name: Abigail Kross

Sex: Female

DOB: July 13, 1987

Height: 5' 9"

Weight: 155 lbs

Hair: Brown, straight, shoulder length

Eye Color: Brown

Race: Caucasian

Identifying Marks: Burns on left shoulder and upper arm ending at the elbow, multiple scars on chest and abdomen from knives or swords, puncture wound scars on right ankle most likely from a leg hold trap, multiple scars from bullet woulds on upper right arm and right thigh

Moira Queen looked up from the file to the doctor in front of her. "This is all you know about the woman that was rescued with my son?" The doctor nodded.

"Her prints aren't in any system, all we have is what she chooses to disclose to us, which is very little. She continues to ask about Oliver and is becoming distraught since we have refused to let her see him." Moira sighed and nodded.

"Oliver said that he offered to welcome her into our family as she had none to speak of...she will be coming home with us." The doctor nodded and went off to get the discharge papers for Abigail Kross.

In her hospital room, Abigail sat on her bed staring out the window. Starling City was crowded, this would work to her advantage if she needed to slip away from the Queen family. She figured she probably wouldn't need to but she preferred to know her options. The lessons of her childhood started running through her head. 'Well, I'm definitely in the system now, they fingerprinted me and I gave them my real name. Dad would've killed me...if he was still alive.' Lost in her thoughts she barely heard the door to her room open and close again. "Abigail Kross?" Moira Queen's soft voice reached her ears. Abigail looked up and nodded. "I'm Moira Queen, Oliver's mother. I'm here to bring you to our home, if you would like?" Abigail nodded to the blonde woman and silently slipped off the bed. "Do you have anything to wear?" Abigail shook her head no. "Would you like to get some before we go home?" She looked up and considered the woman's words. This time she spoke, her voice soft and almost musical.

"I would like that very much, Mrs. Queen." Moira smiled, glad to finally have gotten her to speak.

"Then shall we go see what we can find?" Abigail smiled at the older woman, who smiled back and the two left the hospital to find her some clothes.

Abigail decided on a black long sleeve shirt and black military trench coat, dark skinny jeans and a pair of black flats. Moira promised that they would get her a more extensive wardrobe after she met the family. The elder woman noticed that her younger counter part was starting to fidget and recalled that she'd been upset at the hospital. "We'll be joining Oliver at the house." She spoke softly and was happy to see that Abigail perked up at the news.

Soon they were pulling up behind another car in front of what Abigail could only describe as a castle. She saw Oliver step out of the car and she quickly exited the car she had shared with his mother. Abigail walked over to him and smiled at him. "My mother wasn't too bad?" he asked softly, looking her over. Abigail laughed softly.

"Actually, she was quite nice, though I think she's wondering what kind of relationship we had on the island." Oliver shook his head and retrieved the crate that he had brought from Lian Yu from the man who was taking it out of the trunk.

The three walked into the house, Abigail trailing behind Oliver a little. She observed the way Oliver and his mother interacted, the architecture of the room she stood in, everything filtering through her mind and filed away in her mind for later. She barely registered as a black man with an English accent entered the room and spoke to Oliver, or the maid that Oliver spoke to, that is until he addressed her directly. "Abigail, you okay?" Oliver looked at her, concern rising in his eyes. Abigail shook her head and met his gaze.

"Yeah, sorry."

"I was just asking you if you'd like Raisa to make anything special for you for dinner?"

"No, thank you, don't go out of your way for me." The maid smiled and Abigail retreated back towards the door a bit, needing the bit of space from the other people in the room as she reassessed everything and everyone in the room. Oliver noticed but didn't speak, instead he turned his attention to his sister that had just come down the stairs. Abigail remained by the door as she watched the siblings hug and she felt a pang of jealousy. She'd never had a familial bond like that and she envied the two. Oliver released his sister and took the few steps required to reach Abigail.

"Thea, this is Abigail Kross, she was stranded on the island with me. Abigail, this is my little sister, Thea." He firmly, but gently pulled Abigail back towards his family. Abigail looked at Oliver's little sister, who smiled gently at her. Abigail smiled back, then looked to Oliver.

"Ollie, could I get some time by myself?" she asked softly. Oliver nodded and looked to Thea.

"Speedy, could you show Abigail to one of the spare bedrooms? Preferably one close to mine." Thea nodded and headed upstairs, followed closely by Abigail.

Once the two were gone Oliver turned to his mother. "I know what you're going to ask and my relationship with Abigail is...complicated to put it simply."

"How did she get on the island?" Walter's question was simple but Oliver sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, knowing his answer wasn't going to satisfy him.

"She said she was flying to China for college, her plane went down in the same storm that claimed The Gambit. She was the only survivor to make it to the island, what happened to the others is her story to tell, not mine. Now, I would like to get my things put away and get ready for dinner." He turned, picked up his crate and went to his room.

He put the crate down on the floor and was about to slide it under his bed when he remembered that he had something of Abigail's in it. He looked around carefully before he quickly unlocked it and pulled out an old canvas backpack. He shut and locked the crate again then stuck his head out his door to check the hall before he stepped out with the bag. He noticed the door across the hall from his was slightly cracked open and he stepped up to it and knocked gently. "Abigail?" He pushed the door open and saw her sitting in the window seat with the window wide open.

"Never knew I could claustrophobic," she said, shaking her head as she turned to look at him. "What's up?" Oliver held up her bag and Abigail smiled. She stood and went over to him and took it. "Thanks." She glanced up at him then quickly looked away and opened the bag. Everything was as she had packed it on the island so she closed it and put it in the closet

"Dinner will be ready soon, if you want to eat." Abigail nodded and turned back around to find Oliver standing directly behind her. "Are you okay?" he asked her again, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. She met his blue eyes with her green and sighed softly.

"I'm fine, honestly, I'm just getting used to being back in civilization." She shrugged and smiled when Oliver lifted a hand to cup her cheek, his thumb gently brushing her cheekbone.

"If you need more time to settle in I can have Raisa bring you dinner up here." Abigail shook her head softly.

"I'll be fine, Ollie." She smiled and Oliver returned it before he gently brushed his lips against hers. Abigail sighed softly, wanting a deeper kiss but knowing that they should head down to eat. Oliver pulled back and took a step away.

"Shall we go eat?" he asked, offering her his arm. Abigail laughed softly and nodded, resting her hand on his arm.

The two walked down the stairs and to the dining room where Abigail sat beside Thea across from Tommy Merlyn. Oliver sat and looked to his friend. "Tommy, I'd like you to meet Abigail Kross." Tommy smiled at her across the table and Abigail returned it.

"You're the woman they rescued from the island with Oliver, right?"

"Yeah," she said and looked down at her food, effectively removing herself from conversation. The food was flavorless to her and when she glanced to Oliver, she noticed that he had barely touched his plate. She kept silent through dinner until Oliver's somewhat rude comment about Walter sleeping with Moira. Abigail shot Oliver a look but then turned her attention back to the food she was picking at as he left the room.

Soon after she excused herself and went up to her room. She closed the door firmly and went to the closet to get her backpack. She sat on her bed and opened it, pulling her purple and black hooded jacket from it and setting it gently next to her. She was surprised the purple on it was still so vibrant after all this time. She'd been wearing it when she washed up on the shore of Lian Yu and wore it nearly every day she'd been there. She dug a little deeper, counting the throwing knives inside, then pushing past them to the very bottom. Her fingers brushed the photo there and then she withdrew her hand, snagging the switchblade that was there on the way out. She gingerly folded the jacket and put it back before returning the bag to her closet. She slipped the knife into her back pocket as she walked over to the desk that contained the computer that was now hers and turned it on. She let it load up and pulled up newspaper articles from her home town. She scrolled through, checking for the aliases she and her family lived under there. Just a small mention of the car and then plane crash, after that nothing. 'We'll we're supposed to be ghosts.'

A gentle knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, she quickly shut the computer off and went to open the door. The maid from earlier stood with a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. "Mr. Oliver said he'd like to speak to you," she said as she handed Abigail the pajamas.

"Thank you, Raisa was it?" Raisa nodded and Abigail smiled at her. "Could I trouble you for some blackberries if you have any?"

"No problem, Ms. Abigail." Raisa smiled and left. Abigail closed the door again and quickly changed and braided her hair. She slipped the knife into the pocket of the pants and crossed the hall to knock on Oliver's door.

"Ollie? Raisa said you wanted to talk to me?" she said as she opened the door. She saw him sitting at his desk and she smiled when he looked up at her.

"Yeah, come here," he said, pushing back from the desk and leaning back in the chair. Abigail closed the door and crossed the room. Oliver wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her into his lap. "You barely ate at dinner," he commented. Abigail smirked at him.

"At least I attempted to eat, you just pushed the food around the plate."

"Guilty, it just didn't smell good, you know?" She nodded and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Didn't taste right either, it had no flavor to me, but I assume that everyone else liked it because they didn't complain."

"Guess our tastes have changed because of the island." Oliver smiled as she gently massaged his scalp.

"I asked Raisa for some blackberries, maybe they'll at least taste good to me." She slipped her hands to his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss him. Oliver slipped his hand down her leg and smiled against her lips, feeling the switchblade in her pocket.

"Should have known you'd gotten one of your knives from your bag."

"I felt naked without it," she muttered, pulling him back into the kiss. She gently slipped her tongue into his mouth and sighed when he pushed his hands against her back, pressing her chest into his. Oliver slipped his hands under the hem of her shirt when they heard a knock on the door. The two quickly separated, Abigail standing and leaning against the desk as Raisa entered the room with a bowl of blackberries.

"Thank you, Raisa," Oliver said as he sat up a bit more in his chair. Abigail had to hold down a giggle as she saw Raisa put everything together in the blink of an eye. She set the bowl on the desk next to Abigail with a knowing smile and left the room again.

When the door shut, Abigail let the giggle slip out. "I take it this was not the first time she's interrupted you and a girl?" Oliver just narrowed his eyes at the brunette and she giggled again, picking up a berry and popping it into her mouth. She hummed with delight and her eyes closed for a moment.

"Good?" Oliver grinned at her. Abigail nodded as she swallowed and stepped away from the desk, picking up the bowl.

"I guess I'll go back to my room and enjoy my blackberries," she said and grinned when he stood and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back to him. He snagged the bowl from her and put it on the desk as he kissed her. Abigail sighed and let him pull her to his chest.

The kiss deepened as he backed up until he felt his bed, then twisted and pushed her down on it. Abigail giggled as he descended on her and was silenced with his lips once more. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, gently running her hands over the newly exposed skin. He groaned into her mouth and he let his shirt slide off. He slid his hands under her shirt and she let him slip it over her head. They're mouths crashed together again as their hands traced toned muscles and collected scars. Oliver pulled away for a moment and Abigail looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong Ollie?" she asked, reaching up to touch his face.

"Nothing," he said, leaning into her touch. He stepped back and hit a couple buttons on his computer and music filled the room. Abigail smiled, recognizing the song, The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars. Oliver made his way back to the bed and resumed the kiss, a little slower as his fingers danced over the burn scars on her shoulder. Abigail rested her hand on the scar on his chest and the two stopped kissing. "You sure?" he asked softly, running his hand down her back and stopped at the waistband of her pants.

"We've waited years, Oliver, I'm sure," she replied, kissing his neck gently. Oliver didn't need anymore encouragement as he slipped the pajama pants off of her, then took his own pants off. He retrieved the condom from his wallet and smiled at her smirk.

"I didn't know, I just wanted to be prepared. You'd be surprised what else they sell at the hospital gift shop." Abigail giggled at him as he returned to the bed and he claimed her body.

Later that night found the two curled up in the window seat with the window thrown open to let in the storm. The two clung to each other as their nightmares plagued them. Abigail was back in her pajamas, knife safely under the pillow they were sharing. Oliver had slipped on a pair of sweatpants and his arms were firmly locked around the woman next to him. A violent crash of thunder and a pair of hands on his arm jerked him from his sleep and he was quickly on the intruder. Moira Queen looked up at her son, his arm on her throat, poised to kill her, a quick glance to the window revealed Abigail crouched there with her knife, ready for a fight. It took the two a few seconds to regain themselves, to realize that they were in the Queen Mansion in Starling City, no longer on Lian Yu where death lay in wait for the unwary. Oliver scrambled away from his mother as Abigail closed the switchblade and stowed it back under the pillow. She slipped from the window seat to the floor to wrap her arms around Oliver. "Mom, I'm so sorry," he repeated the words over and over as Abigail rubbed his shoulders gently. The two remained in that position long after Moira and Walter had gone back to bed. Abigail was the first to nod back off, her head resting against Oliver's chest. Oliver followed, his arms firmly around the brunette once more.