A/N: Ok I'm going to be honest I was up late last night and it hit me (after playing Assassin's Creed III ) what if the Illusive Man was a Templar and Shepard was saved because she is an Assassin though she doesn't know it. This is what happens when Christmas time rolls around and you have nothing to do, but play video games little oddities rear their heads.

Ever More,

Mac

P.S: I suck at Summaries and Author Notes

Assassin's Effect:

A Mass Effect and Assassin's Creed Crossover

"Shepard!" Anderson called after the distracted marine; her auburn hair caressed her neck as she spun around nearly crashing into a man in a hooded white jacket. A pang of unfamiliarity stung her as she caught sight of the man's nearly hidden brown eyes. "Anderson." She happily said refocusing her attention on her god-father, but the happiness melted as she caught sight of the hardened soldier his features stained with evidence of worry although he tried to hide it by slowing his pace just enough to be considered a soldier's step. His face was contorted with a mixture of anger, sleeplessness and fear. His eyes sunk deep into his face, the only evidence that they were even there was the gentle brown irises that protruded through giving the handsome man somewhat of a serial killer feel. He struggled to put one foot in front of the other, probably because of sleep deprivation, but still managed to close the distance between him and Shepard.

"The Council wants to see us." He nearly whispered the six words as if he were desperately trying to keep the developments a secret.

"I can guess why." The Commander said frowning as the bustle of her fellow soldiers continued on, unsuspecting that the biggest threat in the galaxy was about to arrive, literally, a death squad of ancient machines.

"That obvious huh?" He asked as he glanced at the now evident datapad he cringed as he read a few words. "I thought I was keeping it under-wraps." He continued staring into the Commander's beautiful hazel eyes.

"Easy to keep the intelligence a secret; hard to keep the physical tolls secret though, Sir." She said trying to force an uncomfortable smile as they ascended the stairs, each step feeling a little harder than the last.

"Yeah I guess so."

"Sir, we knew this was going to happen eventually." Shepard continued.

"Yeah, but I thought we'd have more time." He said stopping outside the Chamber's entrance, next to one of the many windows that lined the halls.

"Me too, but we don't and we have to adapt, to overcome, to find some frigging way out of this hole, Sir. We're soldiers that's what we do." Shepard glanced out the window, finding something beautiful to focus on, which wasn't hard this was her first time to earth after all. She stared at a small boy, playing with his model Alliance cruiser, dancing around his yard, laughing and smiling. Shepard touched her stomach, remembering her own child whom she'd lost after the Normandy's crash. Well when she died. Hers and Kaidan's. The unborn baby who'd died along with its mother in a fiery crash; at least it wasn't alone she thought. The baby was too young to be saved let alone its gender identified, but Shepard still felt heartless for calling her baby an it. A single tear escaped through her fierce grip, gently staining her cheek.

"Admiral, Commander." A familiar voice said. James saluted a serious look bedecked his scarred features.

"Lieutenant." Anderson said returning the brisk salute.

"They're ready, Sir,… Ma'am." Shepard turned back to the window, and then back to James.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I'll meet you in there Shepard." Anderson said as he walked toward the Chambers stopping to talk a man who Shepard couldn't make out very well, thanks to the glass and hoard of people.

"Good Luck in there, Commander." Shepard smiled

"You're not supposed to call me that, James." Shepard said beginning to walk toward the Council doors.

"And?" He asked opening the doors for the voluptuous marine, all the while checking out his superior's hind quarters.

"You're still a hero in my book, Ma'am."

"Well thanks, James, but—""Shepard." A voice that the Commander had not expected echoed, soothing every muscle in her body of the tension that Anderson had given her.

"Kaidan." She exhaled spinning to face the rugged Marine a toothy grin wanting to emerge across her face, but was subdued by a mental kick from her conscious.

"That's all, Major." Anderson told the man.

"Major?" Shepard asked approaching the two.

"You hadn't heard?" Anderson asked aware of the emotional tension between the two. He knew how they loved each other he was actually surprised that they hadn't realized that they both still loved each other.

"No I hadn't." Shepard remarked biting her lower lip.

"Sorry, Jill. It's been a…you know." He rubbed the back of his neck willing the heat to depart from his face, trying desperately not to focus on the beautiful woman who stood before him.

"Yeah, it's ok, Major. I'm just glad I bumped into you, Kaidan that's all." She stared into his almond-amber eyes noticing a small twinkle.

"Yeah, me too." He half-smiled at her response.

"I still owe you an apology, Jill. How about over drinks, tonight?" Kaidan asked as Anderson responded to an unheard question, leaving the two alone.

"I'd like that, Kaidan."

"Shepard they're waiting for you." Anderson said.

"What about you?" She asked approaching the man. He shrugged a look of unquestionable confusion showing his worry lines across his forehead. He opened the doors for her letting her pass.

"Thank you." She told him wanting so desperately to hug the man who'd had her back since infancy.

"Be Careful in there, Jill. Something is wrong." He told her grabbing her arm.

"I'm Commander fricking Shepard. What could go wrong?" She asked smiling at him.

Desmond Miles was confused, for the biggest Alliance base it seemed pretty unsecure. I mean he'd managed to get through security with the whole "I'm visiting a friend line" and the odd checkpoint. He was now perched above the Council's meeting, watching as the woman who'd almost pummeled him entered, the man who'd called her name stopping her, telling her something.

"Are you sure your intel is right?" Desmond asked into his comm.

::"When has my intel ever been wrong?" Shaun asked rudely.

::"I still remember, Bangladesh." Rebecca said to him.

"Who's that woman?" Desmond asked changing the subject to something he actually wanted to know the answer to. "She seems pretty important."

::"Do you ever read the news? That's Commander Shepard saved tons of stuff and she's only 24."

::"Isn't she the one who almost caused the extinction of the batarians last year." Rebecca asked

::"Yeah unfortunately the six-eyed bastards are still alive." Desmond could just see Shaun sighing as the sound reverberated in his ear drum.

Commander Shepard he thought was definitely a woman who turned heads and he could tell that from up here which made him want to see her up close and not just a glance of her luscious grin. She was someone he could get used to waking up next to.

"We fight or we die!" She roared across the room, gesturing to the council who seemed, taken aback by her outburst.