Virus in the Machine [Possum]
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Fandom: Assassin's Creed/Prototype
Summary: Desmond and Alex find out about a potential new virus being developed. Alex isn't happy with Desmond's idea of how to get in.
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Word count: 668
Status: Complete
'Are you sure about this?' Alex asked, his doubt rippling through Desmond's mind, even as he tried to hide it.
"Can you think of anything else we can do?" Desmond muttered, blinking as he got the signals from the sonar. The forest base was packed with guards, along with scanners sensitive enough to pick up the signature Desmond gave off. Or more specifically, Alex. They wouldn't be able to deal with the scanners before they set off the alarm. Walking in or fighting wasn't something they could do.
'But I could-'
"I know," Desmond said, his nerves jittering. This could go very wrong. "I trust you," he said, letting Alex feel he was telling the truth. He was more worried about what was going to happen in the aftermath and... Honestly, the outcome was probably going to be the same either way, but they had to get in. If the people here really were working on something that made Blacklight look benign... No way they could let that be developed and used.
'Or before some asshole decides to spread the virus in petty revenge,' Alex muttered darkly. And if that virus gained sentience... A sigh. 'Let's get started then.'
Nodding, Desmond swung down from the trees and headed for where he'd last seen the patrols.
* * *
It was strange not breathing. Or feeling his heartbeat. Desmond hadn't noticed the rhythm his body had until Alex had wrapped his tendrils around his heart and his lungs, infecting them just enough to control them. He'd also infected them enough that Alex was breathing and oxygenating his blood for him so he wouldn't have that nasty effect of getting brain dead. Desmond's brain had been cleared up, thanks, and he'd like to keep it the way it was.
"-mean you found him outside?" some higher up demanded. "There hasn't been any leaks!"
"That wasn't something made by an animal, Sir," someone else said, their voice slightly strained, and Desmond was probably going to have to eat his own weight in meat once they were done. At least he didn't feel pain where Blacklight was anymore. "He set off the sensors as soon as he stepped close, Sir."
"Dammit. Get him checked out. See if it's something being worked on here. If it is..." The comment was said under their breath but Desmond still caught it.
Lights flashed through Desmond's eyelids and more movement from the trolley.
Unease grew in Desmond and it took him a second to realise it wasn't his own.
'Alex?' Alex didn't answer, but Desmond was answered with a memory. Alex's first memory, waking up in the morgue. 'That's not going to happen here.'
'Nothing happened there either.'
The trolley stopped and there was a swish of a door closing. Desmond strained his ears. It sounded like it was just two people moving around.
Once one was close enough, Desmond snapped his arm out and sent that person crashing into the wall. Desmond fought Alex's instinct to grab the trolley and throw it at the other person ('Too loud!') and jumped at them before they could sound an alarm.
He moved faster than expected, crashing right into them. Desmond heard the crack of bone and winced. He was going to have to get used to the new strength he had, Blacklight fixing up the 'damage' he'd had now that Alex wasn't holding it to make it more obvious he was infected.
As he ripped through the hazmat suit, Desmond turned his head towards the door. There were people approaching and he breathed out as he brushed his fingertips against the person's skin, feeling Blacklight ripple through him, changing -
Uh.
'Alex?'
'...Fuck.'
It helped that was for sure, but how did he end up copying their hazmat when he'd grabbed their DNA? That hadn't happened before.
'Don't ask,' Alex muttered, Desmond getting a flash of embarrassment from him before it was buried. 'Get out of here first.'
Something else to ask about later (along with how much of him was infected now), but finding where the virus was getting developed was more important. Desmond stepped out, prepared to act the role of the panicked scientist.
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written for Dogmatix's prompt, 'Alex Mercer/Desmond Miles - one or both of them have to pretend to be dead to get into a place(or gather intel, or something) and possibly has to undergo the start of an autopsy'
Summary: Desmond and Alex find out about a potential new virus being developed. Alex isn't happy with Desmond's idea of how to get in.
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Word count: 668
Status: Complete
'Are you sure about this?' Alex asked, his doubt rippling through Desmond's mind, even as he tried to hide it.
"Can you think of anything else we can do?" Desmond muttered, blinking as he got the signals from the sonar. The forest base was packed with guards, along with scanners sensitive enough to pick up the signature Desmond gave off. Or more specifically, Alex. They wouldn't be able to deal with the scanners before they set off the alarm. Walking in or fighting wasn't something they could do.
'But I could-'
"I know," Desmond said, his nerves jittering. This could go very wrong. "I trust you," he said, letting Alex feel he was telling the truth. He was more worried about what was going to happen in the aftermath and... Honestly, the outcome was probably going to be the same either way, but they had to get in. If the people here really were working on something that made Blacklight look benign... No way they could let that be developed and used.
'Or before some asshole decides to spread the virus in petty revenge,' Alex muttered darkly. And if that virus gained sentience... A sigh. 'Let's get started then.'
Nodding, Desmond swung down from the trees and headed for where he'd last seen the patrols.
It was strange not breathing. Or feeling his heartbeat. Desmond hadn't noticed the rhythm his body had until Alex had wrapped his tendrils around his heart and his lungs, infecting them just enough to control them. He'd also infected them enough that Alex was breathing and oxygenating his blood for him so he wouldn't have that nasty effect of getting brain dead. Desmond's brain had been cleared up, thanks, and he'd like to keep it the way it was.
"-mean you found him outside?" some higher up demanded. "There hasn't been any leaks!"
"That wasn't something made by an animal, Sir," someone else said, their voice slightly strained, and Desmond was probably going to have to eat his own weight in meat once they were done. At least he didn't feel pain where Blacklight was anymore. "He set off the sensors as soon as he stepped close, Sir."
"Dammit. Get him checked out. See if it's something being worked on here. If it is..." The comment was said under their breath but Desmond still caught it.
Lights flashed through Desmond's eyelids and more movement from the trolley.
Unease grew in Desmond and it took him a second to realise it wasn't his own.
'Alex?' Alex didn't answer, but Desmond was answered with a memory. Alex's first memory, waking up in the morgue. 'That's not going to happen here.'
'Nothing happened there either.'
The trolley stopped and there was a swish of a door closing. Desmond strained his ears. It sounded like it was just two people moving around.
Once one was close enough, Desmond snapped his arm out and sent that person crashing into the wall. Desmond fought Alex's instinct to grab the trolley and throw it at the other person ('Too loud!') and jumped at them before they could sound an alarm.
He moved faster than expected, crashing right into them. Desmond heard the crack of bone and winced. He was going to have to get used to the new strength he had, Blacklight fixing up the 'damage' he'd had now that Alex wasn't holding it to make it more obvious he was infected.
As he ripped through the hazmat suit, Desmond turned his head towards the door. There were people approaching and he breathed out as he brushed his fingertips against the person's skin, feeling Blacklight ripple through him, changing -
Uh.
'Alex?'
'...Fuck.'
It helped that was for sure, but how did he end up copying their hazmat when he'd grabbed their DNA? That hadn't happened before.
'Don't ask,' Alex muttered, Desmond getting a flash of embarrassment from him before it was buried. 'Get out of here first.'
Something else to ask about later (along with how much of him was infected now), but finding where the virus was getting developed was more important. Desmond stepped out, prepared to act the role of the panicked scientist.
written for Dogmatix's prompt, 'Alex Mercer/Desmond Miles - one or both of them have to pretend to be dead to get into a place(or gather intel, or something) and possibly has to undergo the start of an autopsy'