Edward's POV
I hear Desmond stirr, and I quickly place the compass I was holding onto my desk.
"Where am I?" he mumbles.
"The Jack Daw," I reply. Desmond turns around quickly, and he grins.
"Edward!
"Desmond! How are you here?" I ask, sitting down in a chair.
"Well, I've just come from 15th century Italy," he says. My jaw drops.
"How?!"
"The Animus jinxed again, Edward. I've been with Malik, Altaïr, Ezio, Leonardo, and now you," Desmond says.
"So you're travelling through time?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
I chuckle and look up at the ceiling, collecting my thoughts.
"Well Desmond, while you're here we might as well make the most of it," I say finally. I open a large chest and grab a spare bandana, cutlass, and assassin robes.
"I've had this for a while. You know, in case of emergencies," I say, handing them to him. Desmond looks at me and takes the robes.
"What sorts of emergencies?"
"Oh you know, the occasional stab wound. It doesn't hurt to have extras."
Desmond laughs and puts the bandana on.
"You never cease to surprise me, Kenway."
"I try, Des."
A/N: Yay Edward!
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Blasted to the Past: Sequel to Ripped from our Time
FanfictionThe assassins have gone back to their time. Desmond Miles believes everything is over and that all will go back to normal. But when the Animus has a serious jinx for the second time, things are put in reverse.
