The men were used to this now after 3 times they were engulfed by the brightness however this does not change on how irritated they were as to the fact that they were being pushed around into places left and right without their permission.

"Where are we now?!" grumbled an irritated Connor.

Desmond looked around and realized they were in his apartment in New York. "HOLY SHIT", he gasped .The other men looked at him incredulously.

"What?" Altair looked at Desmond weirdly. What makes shit so holy? he thought.

"We're… we're in my Apartment in New York", Desmond got his act together.

"New York?" Connor repeats knowing the name well.

"Yes New York; the big apple".

"New York is an apple?" Ezio asked through whisper to Altair who shrugged in reply.

"Why is that a problem?" Connor asked, genuinely curious.

"Just… let me take this in for a moment and I-I'll get you some clothes, you guys look like cosplayers for some Comicon or something".

"Sit down on the couch just wait for me, okay?" he said before rushing to his bedroom.

The three men sat together on the 3 cushioned couch which faced a small black TV. Ezio was about to stand up and touch it until Altair pulled his robes forcing him to sit down again. Connor chuckled at their antics and remained quiet as he waited patiently for Desmond.

In Desmond's room, he was freaking out. Why here? He never went here in the animus so why is he here? What was going on? Why is none of his questions ever going to be answered? He was growing frustrated but then sighed.

He was in situations like this where there was no answers at all. They will get their answers just like when Juno appeared before Ezio. Everything will be answered eventually and lead more questions. Patience, he reminded himself as he finally opened his drawers for some civilian clothes for his ancestors to wear.

He finally walked into his small living room. The modern assassin puts his clothes down on the other chair for the guys. "Okay just take your pick"

The men picked their clothes and just as they were going into rooms to change.

Ezio stayed for a moment to turn to look at Desmond "Uh… Desmond?"

Desmond, who was facing the floor, looked up from his turmoil. "Yeah?"

"What is that black box with a mirror?"

"Oh that… That's uh… a Television. It shows like moving pictures which you can watch and stuff".

Ezio did not expect this "So why do people..." he decide s not to continue and decided it was a future thing and just nodded before going into a room to change.

Desmond waited patiently in his living room as he was afraid to turn the TV on since he knew that it won't really him think. However, the television turned itself on without his intention. It was bright as the light that always seems to engulf them.

"Hello Desmond", the tv speaks. The voice sounded a kinder and more robotic voice of Rebecca.

Desmond shielded his face from the bright glare from the TV, but once his eyes adjusted he puts his arms down and slightly squints.

"Rebecca?"

"No, guess again", the voice said almost irritably.

"Juno with Rebecca's voice...?"

"Does 2.3 ring a bell?"

"….Animus? Why does your voice sound like…"

"Rebecca? She cares for me and spoke to me several occasions."

"Okay, so what is going on? Why-"

"Just accept it and enjoy the time I am giving you".

"But I-"

The TV shuts off again and Desmond sits back on the couch running a hand through his hair. "Thats what I've been doing my whole life".

Ezio and Connor walk in. Ezio wore a black hoodless coat with a button up shirt inside. It seemed he deliberately missed a few buttons.

Connor wore one of Desmond's big blue hoodies with white stipes and plain a white t-shirt with a strange scorpion necklace. He wore Jeans and a pair of running shoes as well.

"Desmond, I heard voices from here and I grew concerned", Connor said.

"I spoke with the light"

"What did it say?" Ezio inquired.

"It said to... enjoy the time she was giving me"

Altair finally got out of his hiding place. He wore a black t-shit with a fur lined hoodie and a beanie. He asked how to wear the long fabric. Desmond showed him and he nodded in approval as it hid his mouth enough.

Ezio clapped his hands and tilted his head. "So, Desmond", he gets the host's attention "where are we this time, friend?"

"New York, My time", Desmond said simply as he hid his hands in his jacket pockets.

"New York... is it similar to the one in my time?" Connor inquired in the most innocent way possible.

"You should see for yourself" Desmond points to the window behind him.

The men moved towards the glass, and expected a feel of a wind for how clear the window was. When the breeze did not make itself evident they look outside to see… EVERYTHING.

Horseless carriages of different sizes and colors, large buildings that could be seen in the distance. Compared to the sight he was used to in Italy these buildings focused on being taller less on the design wise. As if they were made for a purpose to store something rather than aesthetic purposes.

"Y'know, I just noticed that we were not able to talk about this problem we have with the light in Connor's refuge", Ezio states as he admires his hair in the reflection of the window then turns slightly to look at Desmond in the eye. "Neither in my time since I was having too much fun seeing you all so happy with how me place looked like" he chuckled as he hid his smile with his hand.

"This place has… certainly changed", Connor said.

"Oh, trust me, you don't even know half of it."

Altair was staring out the window and he did not speak or move.

"Yo, Al?" Desmond said as he touched Altair's shoulder.

Altair turns and slaps Desmond's hand away from him. His eyes clearly furious.

"My name is not Al it is Altair".

"Calm down Altair", Ezio grabbed Altair's arm only to have it pulled away.

"Do not touch me, novice!"

Altair looked at them furious about all this strange nonesense and how they were treating it as if it were a natural occurance. He could not take it anymore. Acting calm his whole time just cannot continue for him.

"None of this makes sense! We are not related! How am I supposed to accept this so blatantly and not think twice on how IMPOSSIBLE everything that has been happening?! These worlds that I have been transported to are so strange and huge and unbelievable. All of this must be a hashish dream!"

Altair runs away to the door and slams the door open by kicking it and running off into the hallways of Desmond's apartment hall.

"Altair" Ezio calls out as he reached out to try and catch the elder assassin but he was too late.

"Cazzo!" Ezio tries to run after the assassin but was stopped by Desmond. "Don't, if you get lost we'll have to find you too".

Ezio nods and calms down as he looks to Desmond, running his hand through his ponytailed hair. "So what do you think?" He asks trying to forget Altair's outburst.

"I believe that the light is the chair I used to sit on to be you for information She, apparently still has a hold on me to keep going on until my time runs out I guess?" Everything was still sketchy to him but after all that he's been through, he could believe anything now.

What Ezio meant was about his hair. He did not expect that reply from his brother and just waved it off.

"So what about Altair?" Connor asked after a while of silence.

"We'll look for him though, I doubt he went far since he is new to this place and if he knows that he'll be lost the might be just hanging around listening in on us and watching in the distance. We just give him time to cool down. I understand what he's going through. None of this is easy to take in."

"I know what it's like in his shoes", he added as he began walking out of his apartment and stood outside the door, waiting for his ancestors to follow suit.

"But what about brother-", Connor was about to finish his sentence when Ezio grabs his arm and forcefully pulls him through Desmond's front door.

"Vieni con noi", Ezio grumbled as they began to follow Desmond.

(Author's note:

If you notice something different with the chapter names and Point C being a bit different from what you remember. You're not going crazy. I edited it a bit since I noticed that I put up the older version of the story.

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