Desmond's POV

"Something's happening! We need to desynchronize him!" someone yells. I don't know how I can hear them, but I can.

My mind is racing. Am I going to die? What is happening?

"What is going on?" I scream. All of a sudden, everything goes black.

When I wake up, I'm lying on the floor next to the Animus Machine, surrounded by people in white cloaks and hoods.

Wait.

Those are my ancestors.

How did they get here?

"What happened?" I ask anxiously.

"The Animus jinxed..." says Shaun (another assassin), frantically typing on a keyboard.

"Where am I?" asks one of the assassins, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad. His accent was American, like mine.

"Um, New York City," I say, slightly overwhelmed.

"I was about to kill a Templar when everything went black," he mumbles.

"What year is it?" asks Ezio Auditore da Firenze, his accent Italian. He had just woken up.

"2014..." I squeak.

"WHAT????" Ezio yells.

"I don't know how you ended up here, but everyone needs to calm down. My name is Desmond Miles. You guys are my ancestors. I'm an Assassin as well," I say.

"I could tell. I used eagle vision," Altaïr says matter-of-factly.

"Yes, well, anyway... when are Connor and Edward waking up?" I ask. Altaïr and Ezio look at them and then back at me.

"I don't know," says Ezio.

"Wait... wha?" Edward Kenway mumbles, opening his eyes.

"I'll explain later," I say.

Connor wakes up and looks at everyone before rubbing his eyes again.

The other two people in the office, Lucy and Shaun, just stare at me. We share looks of confusion and worry, but we don't say anything.

What would you say if four of your ancestors just appeared in your office?

A/N: This came out really fast because I pre-wrote it while at the cottage. Hope you enjoyed!

-Desmond

P.S. My nickname is Desmond, FYI. ;)