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Must resist...

Plotbunny chases anon. :D

But actually, if I finish In Pursuit of Happiness soon (not bloody likely), I may take a stab at it myself. Not sure I can write pure evil Charles (you might have noticed my habit of humanizing everyone), but it might be a fun exercise. :D

/rubs hands in anticipation/ can't wait anon!

Will be back on normal update schedule for tomorrow. And sorry, Anon, but will probably be saving Charles's realizations for later. Maybe another mission. Too many revelations on this one already. :D

In Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 22 - Journey

Connor carefully studied the fitfully slumbering Alpha for what seemed like the hundredth time and came away with no great understanding of the Alpha.

Such...curiosity.

From what his father told him, a cannonball had gone amiss during the early phase of their plan and had toppled one of the trees near Lee. The unfortunate Lee had then apparently been pinned underneath the broken husk of said tree, impaled by one of its branches.

Connor’s father had believed the man to be removed from battle capacity and tried to pick up the slack. So thick had the swarm of guards been that he had been too busy battling to keep much of an eye out for Lee, except to note that the Alpha was still alive and had not attracted any enemies.

The wounded man groaned and sweat broke out on his brow.

Connor gently wiped it away, dabbing at the feverish skin.

He stared at the Alpha in incredulity.

To think that Lee had somehow managed to pull himself out from underneath the tree, grab a hold of his rifle and shoot the men restraining Connor before they could kill him...

And all with a branch through his shoulder.

The Alpha moaned again, and Connor stroked his brow soothingly.

He glanced worriedly at the cleaned wound.

He had known some first aid and managed to help bind the wound, stick and all, as they moved Lee from the battle scene to their campsite. Once they arrived, his ship’s doctor had taken charge of the man, sending them on various errands to the Aquila for bandages, tweezers, gauze, thread, needle and good strong whiskey.

Connor shuddered just thinking about it.

Between all of them, they managed to remove the branch, splinters and all, and cauterized the wound. After his doctor had finished sewing and binding the shoulder, a task that made Connor grateful for knowing such wonderful and trustworthy doctors as Michael, his ship doctor recommended by Doctor Lyle, and Doctor Lyle himself, he had declared that they had really gotten Lee there in the nick of time and that a delay might have meant infection and possible amputation.

It was really a very close call, and Connor was glad that they had gotten Lee the necessary attention in time.

Charles.

He supposed he must think of the Alpha as Charles now. The Alpha had saved his life.

After Connor’s plan with the cannonballs went awry.

Charles shivered and moaned, and Connor drew the blankets up, tucking the Alpha in securely.

It would not do for Charles to toss about and upset that shoulder. They had to keep it stable.

Charles groaned again, and Connor continued stroking his brow.

He would guard the Alpha’s bedside this one night.

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Charles knew he walked in a dream. It had to be a dream.

Because...

Connor walked towards him, his face lifted in a radiant smile.

On one side walked a familiar little boy, Charles’s little Haytham. On the other side, two littler little girls.

Alphas all, two with amber-brown eyes and one little girl with pale blue eyes. They were so beautiful and looked so much like their mother that Charles could scarce believe it. Three beautiful, beautiful children.

The family he’d always wanted.

He walked forward to embrace them, and the three children ran towards him, arms outstretched.

They flew towards him, and he felt the solid comforting weight of them in his arms. Their hair smelt of pine and fresh air and the dampness of a Boston spring.

He had never felt anything better.

If only...

As soon as he thought it, he felt arms wrap around him and the children.

He opened his eyes to see that beloved dark head of hair and bare shoulders of honey caramel.

The grip on him tightened and the dark head lifted.

Charles was met with an impish grin.

He smiled back, finally relaxed.

His family, his wife.

At last.

He’d waited so long for this.

So many hurdles and challenges to get to this point, where his wife loved him, where he had his children by his side.

He ruffled the long soft hair of one of the girls. Such dark strands, even more dark than that of her mother. She had Charles’s hair. She would be a beauty when she grew up, ebony-tressed with striking amber-brown eyes.

And the other girl Alpha, she had his pale eyes, and Charles knew that, when she grew older, she would be able to freeze older Alphas and Omegas with a single imperious look. She had the look of a commander, of a leader, like her own mother, and Charles could already imagining her leading a crew on a ship, perhaps even on the Aquila itself.

A small hand grasped the tails of his coat, and Charles looked to his side to see his Haytham grasping at him shyly.

Ah. His Haytham.

He’d come such a long way from the shy child he was. He liked his parents and baby sisters well enough, but was often shy around other children his age. He always said he preferred adult company, but he eventually outgrew that and learned to speak with the other children.

They were all so very, very precious. Just like their mother.

Beautiful. Precocious. His.

Charles swept a free arm around the only Omega, drawing him close.

So vibrant and full of life, his Connor. And such a difficult journey to get where they were now, happy and together.

To think that it took sending Charles back in time so that he wouldn’t make the same mistakes he made the first time around for Charles to learn and do better. In fact, if he hadn’t—

Charles frowned.

Hadn’t—what?

He didn’t know.

He couldn’t remember.

He frowned again.

Why couldn’t he remember? It was something pivotal, a moment of clarity and when everything came together! The most important moment of Charles’s life, the way he finally earned back his family, and he couldn’t bring up a single memory...?

What was wrong with him?

Something must be wrong.

There would be no other explanation for his courtship, for his wooing of the Omega he loved to be completely gone from his head.

Something had to be wrong with—“Charles!”

And Charles woke.

flaksjakjshcj nooooo! A cliffhanger *sobs*

Gosh, words can't describe how much I love this fill *sobs some more* I had such a huge smile on my face while reading Charles' dream/vision, it was simply heartwarming, even though it wasn't real. Dying to read more...

Heh, wish I could anon - going to be enduring triple-digit-days pretty soon, and heh, I just had to make Charles freeze upon seeing Connor first, grown up and looking very ravish-able in his new outfit.

From the conversations we had with Johnson in the beginning of the game, amd I always believed he - and like some of the other Templars like Pitcairn and Haytham - had good intentions, just used violent methods, which of course prompted canon!Connor to kill him.

In this story, it was because of Connor's beliefs and progress that Johnson decided to recruit natives, both out of his compassion towards their tribes and desire to keep the land safe and in Templar hands.

/SQUEALS/ This was so touching, anon! I love how Connor is sitting at Charles' bedside and taking care of him, and decides to refer to him by name. Favorite part was the fevered dream where he meets his loving family.

Oh gosh, cute lil!Haytham /hugs/ and the twin girls who died in 'His Mother's Son' were born, and all three of them rushing to Charles... and that ending! Bet Charles' is going to think that being impaled by a tree branch was totally worth it, to wake up and having Connor all concerned and nursing him.

So, now they have the supplies and on their way back, wonder what kind of missions Charles and Connor will go on next... and of course eager to see how Washington, the third corner of this love triangle, will react to the partnership between his second and his wolf (guessing Washington will be kept in the dark about the Assassins now that they have built an alliance with the Templars)

An approaching tiny pin prick of red immediately caught Connor's attention.

The Omega's body went rigid, hands curling towards his flintlocks and throwing knives. In his second sight, red always meant danger; whether in the form of a hungry predator or an armed enemy. Had he still been in the wild, the hunter would have already made his move to investigate and dispose of the intruder. However, surrounded by so many stationary people, he'd have to be careful on not making too much movement at once.

Without taking his eyes off that moving red blur, he slowly backed away into the crowd. Quietly, he moved around the smaller groups of people, careful not to raise too much attention while making his way over towards one of the buildings that surrounded the cemetery. Once he was out of the open, Connor approached one of the perimeter guards and ordered them to keep their eyes out for any suspicious activity.

The little speck of red might have been nothing. Perhaps what he saw was nothing but a city guard chasing down a perpetrator on the rooftops. It was not unusual for citizens to show open hostility against the soldiers who represented the Crown's authority. When Connor had returned to New York, he had noticed the extreme tension between the colonists and the British.

However, the hunter had not survived on his own for the past two years by taking anything to chance. Disregarding any potential threat without an investigation was out of the question. All the members of the Inner Circle were gathered at the service today. If the Order had any serious enemies that he wasn't aware of, now would be the perfect time for them to strike.

Turning around a street corner, he used a lift to quickly launch up onto the rooftop. The red blur was still in motion, weaving around chimneys and weather vanes. He sprinted forward, hoping to intercept the interloper before they could get close enough to the funeral service.

Just before he was about to be seen, Connor ducked down, taking cover within the shadows and grabbed one of his flintlocks from its holster. Whoever this person was, was not a Redcoat soldier. It was obvious by the white cowl that covered most of the man's face, and the way he was able to move so fluidly...

All thoughts came to a halt as his ears picked up the a sound of rushing wind coming from above. Connor immediately threw himself backwards, Avoiding the sharp edge of a tomahawk as it slammed into the spot he had been standing in mere seconds ago. Leaping to his feet, he unsheathed the sword at his side before lunging forward.

His enemy pivoted just in time to avoided being ran through, whirling that oddly shaped tomahawk with finesse in order to deflect the aggressive swings and stabs Connor rained upon him. The hooded man - clearly an Alpha by the muscular build beneath the robes - was quite skilled, managing to block and avoid the slashes of silver that cut through the air. However, he couldn't react fast enough to push an offensive.

With eagle vision still activated, Connor watched as the ruby glow that encased his opponent seemed to burn brighter with killing intent. He continued to drive the man back, towards the edge of the roof, and held him there as their weapons locked together. It was a futile struggle, the Alpha maybe larger and stronger than him, but Connor had the advantage. Only one hardy push was needed, and he'd throw his enemy's balance, and the man himself off the building.

The young Templar inwardly frowned. Killing this man would not answer the question as to why he was even here. For what reason did this Alpha have for gate crashing a funeral and confronting the highest ranked members of the Order?

Just as Connor was about to open his mouth and offer the other man a chance to surrender, there was a hiss of metal and from the corner of his eye, he saw a blade protruding from the other's vambrace coming towards him. His mind froze, but fortunately his body reacted on reflex as it leapt backwards when a glint of silver slashed at his throat.

There was a rip of cloth that must have been the cravat around his neck, and the sting of pain as the enemy was able to draw the first blood. Bringing fingers to his throat, he winced as they came away wet. The cut was thankfully not deep, but that weapon... he thought only his father had possessed one so unique.

Is that really... a hidden blade?! He wondered while trying to regain his balance. The dark gray tricorn hat that Ellen had made for him, fell off, tumbling out of sight. The Templar paid it no heed as he whipped up his sword in defense, but strangely the enemy had not moved to attack him.

Much to Connor's confusion, the tomahawk was lowered slightly and beneath that beaked hood, eyes widened in both shock and horror.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton?"

A/N: May not be able to update as frequently this weekend due to work, but I'll try hard to finish up one-shot #11 (made a mistake and thought it was #10) of the First Word series.

And now Kanen knows who his enemy is! :D

Childhood friends on opposite sides of the battlefield. //wibbles//

Devastatingly. Perfect. Able to stop all activity.

And it looks like their meeting must show at least a little restraint or Connor would never have believed himself to be able to change Kanen's ideas, leading to tragedy at the end.

//pets Connor//

//pets Kanen//

Thanks anon! :)

Yeah, Charles is wishing he didn't wake up from that dream... :D

Actually, I imagine Charles would rather not wake up and stay within that dream forever...but waking up to a Connor without hostility is good too. :D

Haven't quite figured out Washington yet, but initial thoughts are that he'll be thrilled at the ceasefire behind his Wolf and his second-in-command...until he realizes just how much of a ceasefire it is.

I thought so too, so it's nice to see it portrayed. :D Of course, there is an element of irony of walking to the negotiating table and, when things don't go your way, threaten to kill everyone unless they sign.

But I rather liked that Johnson was at least willing to make the effort of negotiating first and resorted to violence second. His priorities are still Templar above all else, but it seemed to me that he does genuinely care despite that.

There being Native Templars will make it doubly hard for Kanen. To get rid of the Templars, he'll be forced to kill more of his people.

Op here.

Damnit Connor. Damnit all. You've only made the situation worse now. I don't know what else to say without sounding like a broken record, but thank you for continuing to produce such a perfect fill. Haytham's embarrassment and consequent fluster was spot on. But it was his resignation to his own death - how he's "supposed" to be dead - was what really got me.

No worries, anon, life comes first - you've been pampering us with updates, it's only fair you take a break too.

Really looking forward to seeing Kanen's reaction though. Connor will surely be surprised as well. Their interaction will be interesting to watch...

Link to ch 5 and ch 6:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9076259/5/The-Exception

It is now COMPLETE and I don't know if OP is even still checking this prompt any more I'm so sorry I took so long. Life got in the way :C

Connor and Kanen's relationship is going to be pretty rocky. Friends one moment, bitter enemies the next; both wanting to save the other until the bitter end. Wrrrry...

thanks anon! work was pretty slow today so I was able to jot down another detailed outline for the series... which just made it longer >_< so many ideas buzzing around in my head.

this was such an incredibly beautiful story, I have no words. Wow.

A/N: Argh... it's hot! /puts brain in freezer next to the ice-cream/

Connor's eyes widened in disbelief, wondering the hidden blade his enemy had used to cut him had been poisoned. Surely his ears were deceiving him! Because no one - other than the dead man his Order was laying to rest that day - had ever been able to pronounce his birth name.

No one, other than his people who had been rounded up and sold like livestock in the slave markets. But surely... surely, the hooded man before him could not possibly be one of them. He squinted at those familiar dark brown eyes that stared at him bewilderedly beneath the shadow of the white cowl the Alpha wear.

In his mind's eye, he suddenly remembered a boy his age. A round face that still had some baby fat (but he was quick to anger if he was called 'fat'). Youthful umber eyes. Skin that was shades darker than his own. He was a gentle Alpha who had been like a brother to him. The other children used to tease them for being a perfect match since he was always an aggressive Omega.

Spirits! Could... could this man be...?

"Ratonhnhaké:ton, do not listen to what those adults say. You are one of us!"

"We will always be friends right, Kanen'tó:kon?"

"Master Connor!"

The Templar was jerked out of his thoughts as he noticed several guards behind him and on the rooftops a short distance away, had their muskets trained on the tense white-hooded man in front of him. He is prepared to yell out for everyone to lower their weapons, but chokes on his words, as smoke erupts all around him.

Connor staggers backwards, overcome by hacking coughs. His eyes water as he strains to focus on the glint of red that disappears from his sight. No, don't go...! There's a name he wants to call out. A name belonging to a childhood friend whom the half-native had believed he would never see again.

But it couldn't possibly be...

Vertigo overcomes the breathless young hunter, sword and flintlock falling from his weak grasp. He staggers backwards, losing his balance as he trips on a roof shingle, and falls heavily onto his backside. Pulling his cravat over the lower portion of his face, Connor tries breathing through the fabric, while forcing himself to move backwards, away from the smoke. His heart nearly stops at the sound of gunfire. He couldn't breathe. Had they shot the man in white, who may or may not be his childhood friend?

As the smoke dissipates, the hunter finds himself sitting alone on the roof. There was no sign of that hooded interloper whom he had fought. Had the guardsmen killed him, and now his body lay broken on the ground? Or had he turned back and fled, living to see another day? He shook his head, not so sure he could handle either outcome.

"Sir!" Connor glanced over his shoulder as a young Templar sharpshooter rushed up to him, whom he recognized immediately. The young man - who shimmered blue in his second sight - knelt by his side, blue eyes widening upon seeing blood-stained fingers. "Sir, are you alright?!"

A year ago when the hunter had been dispatched to the frontier, he had met another Omega his age doing contract work out of New York, being ganged up on by some Regulars. Without hesitation, Connor had had attacked when there backs were turned, showing no mercy when he saw what lewd acts they had planned to do to the pinned Omega.

Although stunned by the brutality, the other boy thanked him profusely and offered his services as a marksman. He was very good. His aim was impeccable and the Omega was extremely helpful on many of the missions Connor had taken him on. He knew the Templars could certainly benefit by having someone of such skill in their ranks. So Connor had sent his partner back to New York with a letter of recommendation and told him where to find Thomas Hickey.

Many months had passed, and he hadn't learned whether or not his fellow Omega had been accepted, until now...

"I am fine, Clipper," he assured his former partner, "my injury is minimal."

The shallow cut upon his throat and a smoke bomb was not the reason why his hands were shaking. Immediately, he looked back towards the edge of the roof where he had had that white hooded-man pinned. Before his enemy had gotten the upper hand and ran off. He strained, once more, trying to catch a speck of red moving across the rooftops, but saw nothing.

"The man I was fighting..." he murmured without looking back to the sharpshooter, "is he dead?"

"I don't think so, sir."

"Well, that certainly is a problem."

Both Omegas tensed and turned around to face the Grandmaster who approached them on the roof, with Charles Lee climbing up after him. Clipper immediately stood to attention, but Connor couldn't move. How was he going to explain this to his father?

"You're dismissed," Haytham spoke to low ranking Templar agent, though his eyes gray eyes never left his son. Clipper inclined his head respectfully to both Inner Circle leaders, before climbing down. "There had better be a good explanation for this, Connor."

The boy flinched but could not bring himself to answer; but fortunately, his father was about to press him for information yet.

"I expect to hear one back at the manor."

The Templar Grandmaster then turned on his heel and headed back down without another word. Two years without seeing one another face to face, and this was the welcome Connor got? Well, he shouldn't be surprised, after what has been happening, it was no wonder Haytham was in a sour mood.

"You should have Church or Davies check your wound."

Connor blinked up at Lee, wondering why the man hadn't followed their leader back down.

"It is nothing serious."

The older Templar raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Oh, and suddenly you're a doctor now?"

Connor frowned back in response as he reached out to collect his weapons. His pride and heart hurt more than a simple cut.

Suddenly, a large hand offered itself to him. He blinked, and followed the arm back to its owner. Charles piercing ice-blue eyes gazed back at him expectantly.

The Omega stared at the hand for a moment longer before accepting it, and was promptly pulled up to his feet. He swayed a little, the gas from earlier still making him a touch light headed, but a strong arm pulled him close to an Alpha's larger frame.

"Careful, boy! Don't knock us off the roof."

Connor couldn't help but smirk a little as they headed back, and for the moment pushed all thoughts regarding the cowl-wearing intruder out of his mind.

"No worries... I am sure you would break my fall."

A/N: Yikes, I feel bad for making Clipper a Templar, but I figure he'd follow Connor anywhere ^_^;

I love that you made Clipper a Templar. Fits in perfectly with both their personalities. And I love the backstory you wove. Horrible what those Alphas were planning on doing to Clipper, and I'm glad that Connor came to his aid. :D

//hugs the Omegas//

You have a talent for writing a snarky, grouchy Charles that is still somehow very loving. :)

Bad news. Feeling really ill from how hot it is (yep, it's hot here too), so taking a break today. See you tomorrow! :)

I'm sure that Malik's discovery of the bald patches are his first indications that Altair isn't coping well. But he's helping with the preening! And I never thought about Malik making pillows out of the down. :D (Poor pigeons don't know what to make of Altair, do they?)

And this is an amazing, well written fic, writeanon! You deserve all the praise for it! >:D

I always say life comes first. I'd say I feel your pain, anon, but we're having an awfully cold weather for this time of year here in Europe, I'm craving some heat atm. We wish you a quick recovery, wonderful anon. Take care!

The other children used to tease them for being a perfect match since he was always an aggressive Omega. b'awwww how fucking cute is this <3

And there, just when I was ready for some Connor/Kanen interaction, those bloody Templars spring up from nowhere. No one expects the ~~Spanish Inquisition~~ Templars...

Joking aside, don't feel bad for making him a Templar - as anon says above, it just fits perfectly. That and I love Clipper to pieces, so it makes me happy to see him on Connor's side.

I'm still laughing at Connor's last words in this part. Damn, anon, you sure know how to spoil your readers.

Aww damn, thanks dw for screwing up my formatting. Sorry for the double comment.

The other children used to tease them for being a perfect match since he was always an aggressive Omega. b'awwww how fucking cute is this <3

And there, just when I was ready for some Connor/Kanen interaction, those bloody Templars spring up from nowhere. No one expects the ~~Spanish Inquisition~~ Templars...

Joking aside, don't feel bad for making him a Templar - as anon says above, it just fits perfectly. That and I love Clipper to pieces, so it makes me happy to see him on Connor's side.

I'm still laughing at Connor's last words in this part. Damn, anon, you sure know how to spoil your readers.

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