Time for a Break? (Desmond)

[theresa]

Graduation couldn't come fast enough for her. It wasn't so much that Theresa didn't like school, she just didn't like the homework aspect of it. Homework took time and that was time that cut into things like socializing, dating, chatting on the internet, etc, etc. However, given the choice between going back to living with her uncle and continuing the life she'd lived before and staying at the school and doing mindless homework, Terry would choose the school hands down.

Besides, it was just a few more months. Then the would...she would...honestly, she had no idea what she would do. Most of the students were either going on to college (something she couldn't afford) or staying here and training to become X-Men (something she wasn't too sure about). It was a conundrum for the eighteen year old redhead and when she thought about it, it made her feel a bit lost.

With a small wrinkle of her nose, Terry looked back at the book she was supposed to be reading for her foreign language class. It really wasn't anything that was too different then she would have done at the boarding school in London except back then, she would have totally bluffed her way out of the homework. Here, the teachers could read minds so there was no bluffing out of anything.

She was lying on her stomach on a couch in the recreation room, which was surprisingly quiet at this time of day, and her chest was resting on the arm of the couch. Her arms and the book were hanging over the edge and she was about as comfortable as she was going to be. Especially if she was ever going to pass this upcoming test on Italian verbs. There were times she was positive that it was absolutely hopeless.

[desmond]

It was early morning and Desmond couldn't really sleep at all, for most of the night, more tossing and turning than sleeping anyhow. The blinds were closed so he really couldn't see the sun, all he could see was the blank ceiling above his head. As he laid there in his bed he thought back to the school and how he manged to get here. He knew the reason why, he just didn't know why he couldn't just train over back in Italia. There had to be someone over there that could have taught him moderation. But there wasn't, he had to go away from the source of his duty to train in his abilities. Without thinking he lifted his hand up from his bed and held it a few inches away from his face. He stared at it for a few moments, tracing the natural cracks going in and out of his hand.

However after a few moments he awoke out of his trance to see how the sun had already arose. Not wanting to skulk around he put on his Assassin's cloths, opened up the window and jumped out. He could feel the cool air of the remaining time winter had left with in the coming months. As he came to a landing on the floor from his jump, Desmond wasted no time and began to run. However when Desmond ran, no one could hear him, nor were they supposed to, a quick manipulation of the sound waves off of his feet took care of that. As he continued to run he could see the other students of the school going about there business, not even knowing he was there. Turning his gaze back in front of him he noticed the wall he was coming at fast, without as much of a second thought he climbed it quickly. Reaching the top of it he continued to run on as if nothing got in his way at all, not tired, not stopping.

Desmond continued this way for a bit before sliding through the window into the the second floors Rec. room. His hood covered his face neatly only showing his mouth and the lowest part of his nose. He looked around and noticed that the room was basically empty except for a girl on the couch and maybe a few more scattered around. Not really seeing anything useful here he was going to continue on his way, when catching what the girl was reading. He approached her and smiled a bit, "Perdonatemi, ma questo è un bel libro che state leggendo, da una tale bella signora". He was hoping if she was interested in Italian literature she might know a little something about the language.

[theresa]

God, she was so going to fail the test. It wasn't that Terry didn't get Italian, she did in a way. Foreign languages had been something they had really pressed in her old school but it had just been too long since she'd studied them in earnest. She could speak a decent amount of French and Gaelic wasn't all that difficult but she'd been raised by a man who spoke English half the time and cursed in Gaelic the other half. She could out curse a sailor by the time she was three years old. She'd studied French and Italian in school and although she'd goofed off more times then not, she had passed the classes easily enough. Here, though, they put her in some advanced course and now she was having to actually study more then the abc's and numbers.

Commotion and a rush of cold air at one of the windows caught her attention and she looked up from the book. Okay, it wasn't every day to see an oddly dressed man enter through the windows...no, this was her. That seemed to be habit that she was forming but that was beside the point. There was someone crawling through the window and while she thought she'd seen him around, she wasn't positive exactly who he was.

He looked around, ready to walk off so she turned her attention back to the book. Long as the window was shut up tight, she was good. Licking her lips a bit, she whispered the sentence that she was reading then tried to translate it. That was when she heard him say something to her in Italian.

Looking up again, she saw that below the hood, he was smiling. And he spoke perfect Italian, from what she could hear. “Oh my god, I think I can translate that,” was her first reaction.

Then her mind was off and running, taking what he'd said and milling it over. “Forgive...or forgiveness? Um, reading a book, beautiful lady? Am I anywhere close at all?” she asked him, pulling up from her lying down position so that she was propped up on the sofa with her knees tucked under her. She had the text she'd been trying to translate in one hand and an English/Italian dictionary in the other.

Reading was really so much easier for her then actually hearing it spoken. While reading, she could take her time to translate slowly but when one spoke, the words flew around so much faster. “I have this huge test coming up and I need to do well on it. Would ye be willing to help me at all?” she added. If she could find someone who spoke as fluently as he did, she might be able to pass this thing after all.

[desmond]

Desmond looked upon her face as she got up from her laying down position trying to translate what he said. Under his hood he raised a slight brow as he looked at her expression. But couldn't help the huge smirk that grew across his face to how beautiful she was. After maybe a few seconds she seemed to have some idea of what he was saying to her. However not close enough to have the full sentence down, though that was to be expected. Not that many people knew Italian, and for her to get close was great in his books. From where he was standing he could see in her hands the Italian literature, and a translation book. Which gave him the idea he must have been disturbing her from her homework of some sort. Lucky for him he was only there to train, so he didn't have to deal with any of that homework junk.

Before Desmond could say anything back to her she asked him a favor if he could help her out on the Italian translation. He smirked, walking a bit closer to him he pulled off his hood to show his face. After getting close enough he grabbed her hand softly and kissed it gently before looking into her eyes. "It is no problem my lady, I would be honored to help such a beautiful women such as yourself". After saying what he had to he sat down next her, making sure none of his weapons showed. He had to remind himself quite often that this place wasn't the Assassins hideout. And hidden weapons weren't looked upon gracefully, inducing panic and scare among the people. So even though they were well hidden, he had to make sure nothing could be seen.

After quickly checking himself to see if any of his weapons showed, he looked to her smiling before looking to her book. "Well la mia donna(when I wrote it it was my lady however when you translate it it's going to be my women just not to confuse you), what in particular do you need to know" he asked her.

[theresa]

Terry was expecting a yes or no to her answer if he could tutor her or not. It was obvious that he'd be able to help her and that was what she needed right now. Even if all he did was say something and she translated. Although most of the test would be written, there was going to be a verbal section as well and she had to be ready for both.

He took off his hood and moved closer to her and she was about to move so that he would be able to sit down when he reached for her hand and then kissed it! Wasn't that something that only happened in movies? Oh boy...he was supposed to help her with her homework, not distract her.

“Oh, well, thank ye,” she replied to him, obviously a bit flustered with the compliment. It wasn't that she'd never been called beautiful before, it just wasn't something that happened often at all.

She moved her legs out from under her so that she was actually sitting properly on the couch now and not taking up half of it. Terry was still a bit confused by his actions but she wasn't about to complain. No way. His accent indicated that he was definitely not American so they had that in common. She wondered just how long he'd been in the country.

Theresa didn't notice him sitting in any particular position and she would have been rather shocked to learn that he had weapons under his... unusual clothing. She wondered if they had something to do with his powers, the clothes, that was. She just had her usual stuff on. A pair of jeans, a tank top with an unzipped hoodie over top, the tank in emerald and the hoodie a gray color. Her feet were bare as a pair of slippers rested on the floor near the couch.

Finally settled in, he asked what she needed to know and Terry gave him a grin. “Everything,” she said although she knew that was rather vague. “Right now, I'm trying to decipher this chapter, saying it out loud then looking back to see if it's right. I know some Italian but obviously I'm nowhere close to fluent,” she tried to explain, showing him the book that she was trying to translate. It was something that a child would read over in Italy and while it might have been simple for him, Italian was definitely not her native language and she was doing the best she could.

Realizing that she hadn't introduced herself yet, she looked back up at him and added, “I'm Theresa, by the way. Or Terry. The other girls in my last school gave me the nickname and it's sort of stuck.”

[desmond]

As Desmond sat down he noticed that the girl next to him happened to be a bit flustered when he kissed her hand. That put a smirk on his face, letting him know she wasn't a no on the flirting department. But than again there wasn't that many girls out there that were a no on the flirting department. However back to helping Theresa, Desmond watched as she fixed her self sitting normally. However he really wouldn't mind if she sat down the way she was originally, if it helped her concentrate on the task at hand well so be it. Desmond looked to her as she told him that she needed help with everything, well to him that was hard to believe. Such a beautiful women such as herself needing help? He knew she could translate somethings, which was good, meant that he only had to show her some of the basics before she took off and could figure things out quickly.

As she showed him the book he took down the details and the wording with in every sentence of the page she showed him. It was a book that was meant for a fifth grader over back in his country. However it was understandable, he wasn't back in his country he was in New York, a state with in America which doesn't practice Italian that often. The wordings were simple enough that if he taught the her the basics she'd be able to catch the rhythm quickly. And on the plus side if she knew a little Spanish that would also help her a lot here. After scanning the book he looked up to her, "Alright before I help you do you know any Spanish at all?" Though again Spanish wasn't his main language, Italian and Spanish was similar to the point where he could quickly pick up on the settle things allowing him to understand most things said and written in Spanish.

Desmond perked up a bit as she introduced her self as Theresa or Terry for short. He smirked at her, such a beautiful name for such a beautiful lady he thought. Again he grabbed her hand he slightly kissed it again looking into her eyes. "My name is Desmond Auditore, la mia donna, and it is my pleasure to have met your acquaintance".

[theresa]

The young man looked over the book that she presented to him and seemed to understand what she needed. However, the question he asked threw her completely. Spanish? She wasn't trying to learn Spanish here, she was trying to learn Italian. Yes, she could have taken that language and had thought about it but she'd really wanted to continue with the Italian lessons she'd begun before Tom had taken her out of school two years ago.

“Well, I know a wee bit,” she admitted to him. “One of my old roommates in London was from Madrid and she taught me some things just as I taught her some Gaelic. But I'm not even close to being fluent in it at all. Why?”

Then she remembered her manners and introduced herself to him. If he was going to be tutoring her in Italian, then it was only fair that he knew what to call her. Again, he picked up her hand and kissed it, and while she wasn't nearly as flustered as before, she still blushed. This was just so surreal.

“Well, I'm happy that ye chose this window to come through this morning, Desmond,” she replied to him, smiling. Really, she was and it wasn't from the attention or being called beautiful or my lady or anything. It was just really nice to have someone to talk to and to get a bit of help on her homework. Although she was beginning to think he might be more a distraction then anything if kept talking to her like that.

“Is this something all Italian men do?” she asked him. “The kissing the hand thing. Because if it is, I think I want to visit Italy even more now then I've ever wanted to before,” she added, a grin on her face.