AN: This story is inspired by NyotaBaggins221B's story "A New Life".

You have to check it out, it is really awesome!

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Assassin's Creed or any of its characters.

1. Train to Nowhere

Desmond's head was leaning against the cold window of the train. It was raining outside. Normally the rain was calm and comfortable in Desmond's opinion, but not today.

"Only two more stops then we are there." Jean Amber, Desmond's social worker, said from the seat next to him. "Aren't you excited?"

"No." was the emotionless reply from Desmond.

Desmond was neither excited nor happy about his current situation. Once more he had to travel to god knows where to somebody he didn't know.

This whole mess had started when Desmond's mother had died a few years ago. Since then he was forced to live with foreign people who were supposed to be his foster family. Desmond almost huffed at the thought. Up until now, all these people had been great disappointments and Desmond had lost count after five families that send him back. He wasn't inclined to believe that it would be different now. Nobody could stand him for long.

"But you have to be at least a little bit excited." Jean said enthusiastically.

She was more or less the only person on this planet that seemed to like Desmond. She actually wanted to adopt him herself, unfortunately her husband hated Desmond.

"Why should I?" Desmond asked in return.

"Have you already forgotten where we are heading?" When she did not get an answer from Desmond, she continued, "Come on, we are heading to your brother, I think Altair was his name. I would be more than excited to meet my brother, especially when I did not know that I even had one."

"I guess."

Jean sighed. "Oh Desmond, what am I to do with you?"

Desmond didn't reply to that, he continued to watch the landscape instead.

"Well let's see," Jean said and rummaged through her papers, "your brother's name is Altair Ibn-La'Ahad. I just hope I said that correctly. I think this was your mother's name before she married your father. He is 22 years old, seven years older than you, and is currently visiting a college. He owns a bunk house not far from town, it should be rather quiet then. This sounds promising to me."

Desmond barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Of course Jean had already known all of these things, otherwise they wouldn't be travelling there. It's not as if Desmond doesn't appreciate her help, but she didn't quite understand that he didn't care about any of these things. The only thing he wanted, was his own family back and it didn't matter that technically this Altair was his family. From what Desmond had gathered, Altair had chosen to live with their grandparents, who were also dead now.

"I do not see how this changes something at the fact that he does not want anything to do with me."

"How can you say that?" Jean asked horrified, "He wouldn't have agreed to take you in, if he didn't care about you."

"If you say so..." Desmond didn't sound convinced at all.

"At least try to be nice and give him a chance, alright? Do it for me." Jean added as an afterthought.

Desmond sighed in defeat. "Alright."

"Good boy." She playfully ruffled the teenager's hair and this time, Desmond didn't stop himself from groaning in annoyance.

It was this moment when a voice through the speakers informed Desmond and Jean that they had to get out at the next stop. Desmond mentally sighed, before getting up and handing Jean her bag from the luggage rack. She thanked him and gave him a smile, before turning back to her papers. Meanwhile Desmond took his suitcase from the luggage rack and prayed, to whoever would listen, that this visit wouldn't be as bad as the last one.

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