I'm really crap at these little introduction thingy majiggys…So I'm just gonna say: Hello, I'm Shelleythesnail, aka:Shelley, Shellz, Shellbum (don't ask, I don't even know how it came about) shellbell…oh yeah, smelly shelley (not that I smell, by the way) Let's just say that you can get a lot of rhyming names and therefore nicknames for my name. *sigh* Anywho…this is my first fan fiction. Ever. I have an obsession with AC2 and love the "girl gets sucked into world of AC2" fan fics, and thought why not? I hope you all like it, and if you feel like it click on the word "Review". Yeah, that's the one…at the bottom of the page XD Once you've done that, write one for me. I love getting feedback. If you even clicked on my story I salute you and thank you (Y)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the Assassin's Creed 2 characters. However, Megan is my creation and I therefore own her. Wow, that sounds creepy… O.o

Ok, now that has been taken care of…3,2,1, THUNDERBIRDS ARE GOOO!


Chapter 1 - Wait, WTF?

"Get him!"

Aw, crap. Smooth, Ezio. Real smooth…

Ezio's feet swept across the Terracotta tiled rooftops of Florence. Seeing several pigeons perched on the edge, he made the split decision to perform a leap of faith, praying that there would be a pile of hay to break his fall whilst additionally allowing him to deceive the guards and break their line of sight. Nestled in the hay, he thought he was home free. That was until a spear made contact with his arm, not only leaving a nasty gash, but also exposing his location. Leaping out of the cart, he made a run for it. He could out run the guards, surely. All he had to do was run as fast as he could, take a few corners here and there, and he would soon enough be incognito. That, of course, was the theory. Ezio had underestimated the guards. To his shock, they were one step ahead and were blocking off all exits from the market. "Merda…" Ezio whispered to himself, trying to grab an idea, any idea, from his mind of how to make his way out of this rather sticky situation he had found himself in. The only way out was…up. Ezio grabbed his opportunity, making a dash towards crates that were conveniently stacked on top of each other. "Perfect", Ezio thought. "Just what I need to give me a boost up to the roof" But it was far from perfect. Archers slowly made their way to the edge of the roofs of the buildings surrounding the market, bow and arrows at the ready. Well shit, the guards were getting pretty damn smart. Ezio was surrounded, and goddamn it, he was all out of smoke bombs. The guards made their move, and Ezio didn't stand a chance as they put their newly sharpened swords to good use.

"Ah, no no no! C'mon!" I exclaim as I frantically smash the buttons on my controller. "Ezio, just MOVE! Get out of there, goddamn it!" But he can't. White, glowing lines appear on the screen, and desynchronisation soon follows, much to my utter frustration.

"AGHH!" I cry as I throw the controller on the floor and pinch the ridge of my nose, as I take a deep breath to calm myself. Not the greatest first impression, eh? Yeah…I'm not too good with those. So you're probably thinking, "Whoa, what a psychobitch! She's getting this worked up over a game?" Uh-huh, yeah, I know you're thinking it. Don't deny it. I think it too sometimes. But in my defence, my life sucks right now. My parents are going through a bitter divorce, I'm under pressure at work and my boss makes my life a living hell. And the sweet, juicy cherry on top…my cat just died.

"I just want to get away from all this crap!" I say through gritted teeth as I bang my head on the wall as each word escapes my lips. "What th-"

Before I can figure out what is happening, I'm being sucked through the wall at such a speed that I can hardly finish my sentence. I would love to say that my life is flashing before my eyes right now, but…it's not. Instead, everything is a blur. A big, bright, white blur. Wait…now it's getting darker. I can't hear anything, or see for that matter. What the hell is happening? Am I dead? Oh my God, I'm dead! Perhaps I hit my head one too many times…


My eyes flutter open. Did I just dream that? I must have dreamt it, that could never happen. It's not humanely poss- My thoughts are interrupted by a sharp, shooting pain.

"Oww…" I groan as I rub my sore head. Oh, wait. Pain. Everywhere. Jesus, what the hell happened? Why is my body hurting like a bitch? I want- no. I need answers. If I don't get any I'll just go insane. This isn't good for one's sanity. I must be looking really confused and worried right now, because a young woman in an extravagant, cream and pink rose coloured dress is making her way towards me, albeit in a rather awkward, twitchy fashion. It's like she's not sure whether to come closer. It's alright, love. I don't have rabies. Hold on a sec. Why is she dressed like that? Is there a fancy dress party and I haven't heard about it? She's going all out with the costume I must say. Jeez, it must have cost her a fortune...I mentally shake my head. I'm reading too much into this…

"Stai bene?" She asks me, whilst sporting a very worried and confused expression as she eyes me up and down. Why is she looking so confused for? I look normal don't I? I'm just wearing black leggings, teal coloured converse shoes and a relatively basic, cream coloured t-shirt. Nothing too out of the ordinary, right?

"Um..ye-" I try to reply, but I'm left lost for words and do a double take as I notice that her male friend waiting patiently behind her, also looking rather dazed, is wearing…tights. A man. Wearing tights. You've gotta be shitting me! If it weren't for the cloud of confusion hovering around right now, I would probably be doing my utmost best to not be rolling around on the floor laughing. Instead, my cyan eyes scan the area, flitting from one person to the next. Oh, sweet Jesus. Everyone looks like this. Actually, come to think of it, they all look like they are dressed for the Renaissance. And then, like a Frisbee, or even a wave of realisation crashing down, it hits me. I gasp and my hand flies to my wide open mouth. I'm in the goddamn Italian Renaissance! "No freakin' way" How is this even possible? I fall through a wall and end up in a completely different place? This is some serious Harry Potter shit! I get up slowly and stumble away from the woman and her companion, who look like they're about to have spasms. After finding the nearest corner to turn, I lean against the wall to steady myself. I don't feel too good…

"I guess what would make this even more absurd is if I run into Ezio" I chuckle to myself.

"…I couldn't understand the specifics, but it involves the Medici. And it begins tomorrow morning, at the Duomo."

"Holy shit" I say aloud, unable to stop myself. I know that voice anywhere…

You know the saying "Be careful what you wish for"? Yeah, well I'm like 99.99% sure that it applies to me right now. I've just got more than I bargained for…