Through a rift in Time

Desmond stretched out after a long trip in the animus. It always annoyed him how tired he felt after a trip down memory lane. After all, he was just laying around for hours. At least that trip was over with. Any longer and he would have started believing Shaun about him being sleeping beauty.

The ex-bartender walked out of the room and into the kitchen where Lucy was fixing him a potpie. He took the food gratefully, finally realizing how hungry he was. He sat down and starting eating as he watched Lucy make a fresh pot of coffee. Desmond inwardly groaned. "We're sending you back in when you're done eating." Lucy stated flatly. She stared at the coffee dripping into the pot. Desmond did not even bother to nod. "I know you don't like it, but we're so close. You know ho-"

"Lucy."

Sighing in annoyance, Lucy turned around to face the door and snapped, "What, Shaun?"

Shaun's frown deepened, he knew she was just tired, but bloody hell, so was he! Letting it go Shaun stated, "Becky broke Baby. I don't know what she did but she's smoking like hell."

"Shit!" Lucy shoved past Shaun to see what was happening with the animus. Uncharacteristically, Shaun just shrugged it off and followed after her. Not even sending a sarcastic look to Desmond. Whom of which almost chocked on his food with the weirdness of the situation. 'Damn! Everyone must be exhausted.'

Slowly finishing his potpie, Desmond threw the paper into the trash and the fork into the sink. He walked back into the room with baby to see how things were going. Sadly, they were not going good. Shaun was not joking when he said baby was smoking. Thick billows of it came from the head of the machine almost like the smoke signals that native Americans did. There was no way he was going back in tonight. As he watched, Rebecca, with the help of Lucy got the smoking to stop. "Sonnovabitch!" Slipped from Rebecca's mouth as she looked at her Baby. Lucy grabbed her arm and pulled her upright. Glancing around she spotted Desmond. "We're going to go get the supplies needed to fix this. Shaun's coming too, so don't do anything stupid." As she spoke she was gathering her things to leave, motioning for Rebecca and Shaun to do the same. "It'll be a few hours, so try to get some exercise and a shower." Desmond nodded with a smirk. "Yes, mother."

Lucy huffed as she ushered Shaun and Rebecca outside, both of whom looked just a teeny bit irritated. Before the door fully closed Desmond heard Shaun say, "I don't think it's a good idea to leave him alone again. You remember what happened last time? The Templars almo-" and then the door shut fully. Desmond grimaced, remembering the exact time Shaun was talking about. He did not need a reminder of that mistake.

To take his mind off the situation and do just what Lucy said, Desmond started jogging laps around the animus room. It was a fairly large room to begin with. When it was just him, it felt gigantic. After doing five laps, he increased his speed. Continuously after five laps, he would go a little faster, and a little faster until he was pretty much running at break-neck speed. He felt like he was taking his frustrations out with his feet every time he stepped down. Only after about 2 hours of a mix of jogging and running did Desmond finally stop.

Gasping and holding onto his legs he worked to catch his breath. He felt out of shape, annoyed, angry and most of all, useless. They always left him with the animus, always told him not to do anything stupid. He knew they needed his genetic memory and that was why they needed him in a safe area, but damn! He was 25 years old! He could take care of himself. After taking a deep breath to calm himself he stood up straight. He knew they meant well. It was just their situation.

Desmond made his way into the bathroom, feeling better that he moved around quite a bit. On he way to the bathroom, a flash of light caught his eye. Glancing over, he saw the apple that they were able to retrieve. From what it looked like, the device was faintly…Glowing? Curious, Desmond turned his direction to the apple. The closer he got to the apple the more he felt he should be turning around and walking away. His interest in what it was doing kept him moving forward. The apply was glowing a pale golden light through the crevices. Stopping, Desmond looked over the apple, finding nothing other than the strange glow coming from the device, he leaned in closer. The more he stared, the more he stopped noticing things. Almost like time was stopping for him and funneling it to one place. The apple. In a moment of wandering thought, Desmond wondered if the apple had done this to Altair before. Attentively, he reached his hand out and touched the glowing apple.

As if the apple had been waiting for just that moment, a fresh burst of light came forth, nearly blinding Desmond. He tried removing his hand to cover his eyes completely, but it was like his hand was stuck to the apple. Pain shot through his arm as the light started pulsing. The pain went in tune with the light and rapidly spread through out his body. Within seconds, Desmond was on the ground still with the apple stuck to his hand. It felt like every fiber in his being was being slowly stripped away to oblivion. He did not know if he was screaming, nor did he care. The light got even brighter and the pain grow into agony. Desmond lost all coherent thought and thrashed about the floor. His foot somehow caught hold of Shaun's computer and shoved it to it's side. Sparks came from the newly trashed machine, igniting a few loose papers next to it.

The blaze grew quickly as if it was trying to battle the light coming from the apple. As for the light, it was surrounding Desmond in a consuming way. Soon there was nothing of Desmond to be seen but the light surrounding him. All of this only happened in a span of a few minutes. The blaze circled around the light like it was alive, ready to make it's attempt to destroy the light. The flames crackled and lunged at the light. Without a sound, the light faded, leaving nothing but the roaring fire and some scuff marks on the ground. The fire raged at losing it's enemy. It did the only thing it could do and just consumed the area that the light had been.

AN: Don't mind me. I know it's bad. It's been...3 years? since I really last wrote. And I didn't fully play the game. Sad. I'm working on it. I know this has been done before, but I don't give a hoot. I want to write and I want this story, so blagh!