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In Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 23 - Change

What did one do when one woke up to another dream?

Master Kenway on Charles’s left, brows knit in concern. Gray eyes scanning the length of Charles’s torso, lingering slightly on his shoulder

Connor Kenway on Charles’s right, a damp washcloth in hand. He was gently dabbing at the sweat on Charles brow, each touch as delicate as one might apply to clean fine China. His amber-brown eyes were gentle and soft.

It was a dream.

It must be.

Master Kenway cared for him but would never be at his bedside unless he was seriously injured. And Charles’s wife distrusted him, was alternately suspicious of him and disdained him in the real world. To have such tenderness from him was...

First everything he could ever want from his children and now the two most important people in Charles’s life?

His dreams loved to mock him with what he couldn’t have.

Charles made to turn away, feeling suddenly bitter.

He stilled when a dull ache spread from his shoulder.

Pain.

There was no pain in dreams, right?

Not physical pain at least.

So the fact that he felt pain must mean...

He glanced towards his wife, who had ceased his ministrations and now regarded him with worry.

Could it-could it really be real? These two men at his bedside, one a former enemy, now a cautious ally treating him with such gentle care. It couldn’t be.

Master Kenway he could believe if he’d been injured as his pain would suggest, but his wife?

“Connor?” he whispered, almost scared to hope.

His wife lowered the washcloth and looked away, a soft stain of red across his cheekbones.

“You exacerbated your injury to save my life. To save us all. And, I—,” he hesitated, biting his lip in consternation.

Connor rubbed at his face nervously.

After a moment, he looked back at Charles.

Charles could hardly believe it when his wife reached out, grasped his hand and bowed his head over it.

“I misjudged you. I may have misjudged all of you. And I apologize for that. You displayed remarkable fortitude, courage and generosity. Without your actions, I would not be alive right now.”

And Charles shuddered at that thought.

“I have shown you little more than distant courtesy and sometimes, not even that. It would have been excusable if I had still been your enemy, but we are allies now. And my treatment of you, my crew’s treatment of you, has been abominable.”

Charles glanced quickly at Master Kenway and saw that, like himself, his eyebrows had decided to make permanent home in his hair.

“I make amends, if you would allow them.”

Ah.

Charles felt a smile creeping on his face and ruthlessly squashed it. It wouldn’t do to raise his wife’s suspicions now that he had finally made some ground.

“I confess I am astonished,” he began slowly.

It was imperative to choose his words with care.

He quickly looked at Master Kenway again and saw the look of approval in those grey eyes.

“I did not think your own treatment of me so horrible.”

He was gratified to see his wife look at him in surprise.

“Your crew, I do not particularly care for, but they cannot be blamed for their protectiveness over their captain.”

And, loathe as he was to admit it, they could not. He would have done the same had he been in their position, with such a desirable and somehow oblivious young Omega captain.

“But if you wish to make amends, then know that I would restate my request to help bridge the distance between our two organizations.”

His wife’s eyes were round now, staring at him as if at a person that he had never met before.

Charles supposed that he really hadn’t met him before. The Charles his wife had known in this timeline had been exclusively an enemy. Had behaved terribly to the young boy that was his wife and been present at many of the greatest tragedies of his young life.

He would present a new Charles, as he sometimes was with the Order and those he loved.

“I would join you, partner with you, on future missions. I would fight at your side and at your back, if you would have me.”

If the Omega would trust him.

It was a test of sorts, only one that Charles was giving.

Would Connor shy away from his earlier desire to make amends due to his own fear of Charles? Would it even be possible to progress so far in so little time?

His wife looked down again, eyes fixed on his lap.

“You are very concerned about our alliance.”

The ‘why’ went unspoken.

Charles decided to answer it anyways.

“I am tired of the loss of life on both our sides.”

He had said it before, and it was true.

Johnson and Pitcairn were good men that Charles got along well with. Johnson was a bit too preoccupied with the Natives’ wellbeing (and look where it got him) and Pitcairn a bit too rigid and by the book, but both were honorable and worthy men.

And although Charles had killed them in the last purge, he supposed that there had been a few Assassins that were upstanding citizens otherwise. Even Achilles Davenport himself, ridiculous old codger that he had become, was someone to be respected.

Connor looked at him in consideration.

“There are ways to end the loss of life without such a personal interest.”

Master Kenway decided to add his thoughts then.

“You will find that Charles is very committed. It would not make sense for him to advocate something and then not participate in it himself.”

Connor looked thoughtful again, and Charles looked gratefully at Master Kenway.

Those grey eyes fixed on him and seemed to warn him to make the most out of Connor’s apparent softening. They needed to push this offensive if Charles ever wanted to get his wife back.

“And I would partner with you because I know that your apprentices do not trust me and would be so busy watching their backs around me that they would open themselves to attacks from their real enemy.”

Connor smiled at this.

“And perhaps,” he mused, “you would not trust them as much as you have not had experience with them?”

Charles conceded with a nod. It was one of his considerations.

Connor shook his head.

“You will need to work with them sooner or later if this alliance is to be real.”

Charles didn’t really need it to be real. He just needed the one with Connor to be real.

Connor looked at him again, looked at his father and Charles both.

“But you are right. Now is not the time for that.”

Connor focused his gaze on Charles alone, and Charles shivered at the intensity of that amber-brown gaze.

“I mean what I said earlier. If you wish to partner with me on future mission, then, if my father agrees, so be it.”

Thanks. A good night's rest helped (and opening all the windows and divesting oneself of clothes).

New chapter is now up.

Very glad to hear you're better again, anon. ~~Having work to do on the laptop surely has its benefits - I never miss any updates lol~~

Gosh... I just feel all warm and fuzzy inside, especially when re-reading that first moment of Connor's gentleness toward Charles. The whole scene made me melt in a puddle of goo, despite the cold weather.

Other writer!anon agrees with anon above, such a warm hearted scene of Connor apologizing and finally trusting Charles, too bad Connor is convinced Charles is in love with his father... Oh what a shock that will be when the confession comes out

Thanks anon, Charles just can't admit out loud that he cares for Connor ... but it's pretty obvious especially to Charles' servants who are most likely fawn over their master's wife this time around

Yeah I make that mistake lots of times, wish dw had an editor like Wordpress. Sorry for the lack kanen/Connor interaction, but there will definetly be some in future installments

Hehehe. It might be interesting to do a one-shot from the servant's POV, their takes on the whole situation(s). The thoughts of a random maid in the household...

Having work to do on the laptop

You are braver than me, anon. This anon was always too worried about IT...

Glad you're a bit warmer. :) Saw the reports for the weather over in some parts of the EU. Seems unusually chilly for the past few weeks or so. May I suggest a nice cup of warm spiced hot chocolate? :D

Yeah, Connor will start to get confused. :D Confused Connor is fun Connor!

Confused Connor also is cute Connor!

Yep, this fill always keeps me warm and brings happiness in hours of distress haha. Yeah, rather cold weather here, unfortunately (though too warm isn't really helping the case either, I'm sure). Hot chocolate would do wonders, anon <3

No need to be sorry, I really appreciate your elements of surprise. Little twists and turns always make the story more exciting, and there's always something to look forward to :)

Hehe that would be interesting, from a new servants pov or from Ronald or Mary?

Could be either. :D

Found this during a random google search: http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/drink/views/Spiced-Hot-Chocolate-201248

Sounds heavenly...

Too true! But I wonder if Connor may actually for Lee before that happens... Lee did save his life... and his virginity ^^; cause I doubt those Templars were going to kill the captured Omega first.

There is a small reception after William Johnson's funeral. Only the higher ranking tiers of the Order are allowed to attend, and held at the Grandmaster's manor in New York. It was much larger and spacious than the Kenways' townhouse in Boston; able to accommodate so many people under one roof, and was surrounded by lush trees and a wide lawn. As a child, Connor had always looked forward to change of the seasons when they would move from Boston to New York, because there was more wildlife to explore.

He didn't look so forward to returning to his second home now. Not of the terrible circumstances around Master Johnson's death. Not with the curious stares from the higher ranking Templars who were all wondering what the commotion was about at the funeral. Thankfully, no one had approached him about it yet. His father still wanted to question him, but hopefully he would wait until after all the guests left...

"The Grandmaster wishes to see you."

Connor tensed as a large hand fell upon his shoulder, and the youth turned to meet Charles Lee's impassive gaze.

'Or maybe not...'

Unlike their home in Boston, his father's study in New York had always been a restricted to him and outsiders, save for the members of the Inner Circle or Mrs.Potts when she did the cleaning. As a child, his curious nature would always have him tip-toeing through the halls, hoping to catch a peek of what was going on inside whenever the door opened. When it was closed, he would sometimes lightly lean against the wooden surface, intrigued by the cadence of voices and wondered what they could be discussing.

Under terrible circumstances, one of his curiosities was about to be filled as Lee opened the door.

He took a deep breath and stepped inside. He was not surprised to see that it was large, filled with finely crafted pieces of furniture, imported paintings and tapestries, a library of books. The Grandmaster's study was a picture of colonial elegance.

It was a near replica of Haytham's study back in Boston.

Connor was terribly disappointed.

He had expected more since this room had always been under lock and key. But there was nothing out of the ordinary, not even a small tapestry hung somewhere of the Templar insignia emblazoned upon it. Hiding his disappointment, he turned his attention towards the man sitting behind an ornate desk, whom Charles Lee went to stand beside.

"Connor.."

He inclined his head forward in respect.

"Grandmaster..."

"This was supposed to be a day of mourning for our fallen brother; that it be disturbed in such a way, is deplorable." He nodded silently in agreement and watched as his father clasped his hands together, eyes momentarily locked upon a vambrace. "I have already had the guards who were on sight questioned. Now, I would like to hear from you, of what really happened."

Connor nodded again, quietly taking a deep breath before he began to explain. Since he did not wish to embarrass Lee with the staring mishap that happened during the eulogy, the younger Templar explained to his seniors that he had felt something was off and switched to his second sight. That he saw an enemy swiftly approaching from up high, and went to engage them. He told them that the interloper wear a white cowl and had a hidden blade like his father's...

Both Haytham and Charles glanced at one another knowingly at this.

The half-native hesitated about telling them the rest, because now he wasn't so sure it really happened. Had his opponent really called out his birth name? Was it really his childhood friend under those robes? Or was it just his imagination wishing it was?

Connor decided to omit that part until he was certain, and went on about how the enemy threw a smoke bomb and decided to retreat when he was out numbered and had several muskets trained on him. When he finished recanting, he saw that both Inner Circle members were in deep thought, and hoped that they did not hear or see his hesitation.

"It's regrettable he managed to escape..." Haytham mused. "No doubt he was here to take advantage of his victim's funeral and try and wipe us out."

Connor's blood chilled and his eyes widened in horror.

"Master Johnson... did not die of a heart attack?"

Charles Lee shook his head, looking grim as he responded, "William was murdered at his meeting with the Iroquois leaders over protection of Native land. Our mercenaries reported that he was killed by a male Alpha wearing white hooded robes."

'No... no that couldn't be!' Connor wanted to yell if his voice hadn't been trapped within his throat. 'Master Johnson wanted to help the Native population, there's no way Kanen'tó:kon could have...'

"Six months ago," Lee continued, "we believe the same Alpha had lead members of the Sons of Liberty, who were disguised as Natives at the time, and dumped over three-hundred casks of William's tea into the Boston Harbor."

Connor cringed at the thought of nearly fifty tons of the tea gone to waste. "Our agents saw all this?"

"I was there," Charles answered with a dark scowl as if he were reliving that moment. "So was William and John. The Alpha looked directly at us, mocking us, as he threw the last crate."

"William was going to use the money to purchase the land in order to keep it and the Native inhabitants safe," the Grandmaster spoke up. "When he was able to raise the money this years, the Assassin decided to take his life."

"'The Assassin'...?" Connor echoed, blinking at both his father and Lee.

"An ancient enemy of our Order," Haytham briefly explained then held up his hand when his son was about to ask another question. "At least that is what this perpetrator might be. We are uncertain, since their kind had been wiped out of the Colonies for over a decade."

The young Templar wanted to insist for more information about these Assassins, who they were and why they were wiped out, but forced himself to remain quiet. He was in no position to demand knowledge that was way above his rank. To do so was... dangerous, even for the Grandmaster's son.

"Furthermore," his father spoke again but this time his tone was much more pleasant. "I wish to thank you on behalf of the Inner Circle. His intentions and targets are unknown, but I have no doubt that this interloper appeared today only to cause chaos in our time of mourning."

Connor nodded quietly in agreement, but his heart felt as if it were being squeezed painfully in his chest.

An Assassin killed William Johnson. Was he targeting all of the Inner Circle or just its Grandmaster? What would become of the Order without his father to lead it? It was a terrifying prospect. He mentally cringed upon remembering his own encounter with the Assassin earlier that day. If Kanen'tó:kon was really the Alpha who killed Master Wililam... did that make he and his childhood friend enemies?

'No,' he mentally insisted to himself. 'That is impossible. Kanen'tó:kon is not an Assassin. He is my friend.'

A/N: Ehhh... not sure how I handled the dialogue for this scene, but anyway this is the end for one-shot #11 of the First Word series, but according to my outline it was much, much longer, and I'll end up putting those other scenes in the next one-shot.

They may or may not have. On the one hand, they were trained Templars at one point, and it is the height of stupidity to stop in the middle of a battle to rape someone. On the other, they were a vicious lot that didn't have the ability to become higher ranked members who are probably very bitter over the fact that their old Grandmaster and his second-in-command would rather ally with an Assassin than give them whatever it was that they wanted but didn't receive from the Templar Order. And rage makes people do stupid things. :)

If Lee keeps this up, Connor may well begin to fall for him. :D

Wow. So the lower ranks don't even know about the Assassin Brotherhood...that is fascinating. And I love how Connor is in denial about his childhood friend, believing and not believing at the same time. Makes me wonder if Kanen is undergoing the same process right about now.

Also makes me wonder if, after Connor dies, Kanen mourns for his childhood friend and blames the Templars for forcing him to kill him.

Ah, I thought they planned on using Connor to get Haytham to surrender.
Or raping his son during the fight would make Haytham mess up. Or that Haytham couldn't touch them being locked in a fight on his own. But also yeah, Templar grunts - especially the ones Church managed to get to follow him - weren't very bright (and why did they all look the same in the game?!). Well glad Charles saved Connor (because he's determined to claim Connor's heart and virginity for himself)

Sorry, my mind is always in the gutter. I kind of miss writing the smut in Honeymoon, and afraid that if I start too soon in First Word, none of my stories will ever be finished.

Well they do not know that the Brotherhood has been revived, and some of the lower ranking members were probably recruited before or after the purge in 1763, so there was no reason for them to know.

I am pretty sure Kanen is going through denial as well. At this point, Kanen knows that Connor is Haytham's son because of lil!Connor's obsession with the journal, just never thought they would be reunited. As for the end, I might have multiple endings. Not sure yet.

Your smut was the best too...//sighs wistfully// So delish. So angsty. But the storytelling elements you're focusing on in First Word is incredible. Difficult choice between the two, but I assume the smut will appear once Charles weds Connor. :D

Random anon here and I found this fic by pure coincidence. I'm so glad I did! This is amazingggggg! *___* I'll be looking forward to more of this!

Heh, thanks anon. I think when I started writing Honeymoon - a looong time ago - I was planning it to be 10% smut and 90% plot... and then Charles just sort of switched those around.

I assume the smut will appear once Charles weds Connor

Oh most definitely! I have an one-shot already planned out for this non-noncon honeymoon. Though it's going to be weird writing non-rapist!Charles.

A/N: Plot bunnies wouldn't let me sleep again, it's a good thing I'm off tomorrow, so I can ~~run errands, catch up on my reading, replay AC Revelations~~ write more of this story.

Father and son stood facing one another, alone for the first time in two years. Finally, Haytham Kenway crossed the short distance and wrapped his arms around his son. Almost immediately, the tension building up inside the younger Templar had dissipated. Connor leaned in against his father's larger frame and returned the warm embrace.

Even before the Omega's departure, they had taught themselves to maintain a polite distance in public. They kept to maintaining the roles of leader and subordinated even before close confidants such as Charles Lee and William Johnson. Yet now that they were alone, sheltered from the scrutiny of potential ill-wishers, there was no need to maintain pretense; in this moment, they could be a family.

At last, Connor felt as if he had truly come home.

It had been too long and he had missed his Alpha parent dearly. He had missed his father who was - for the moment - just his father and not the Grandmaster of Templar Order. Connor was a little reluctant to pull apart several minutes later, but relaxed as Haytham cupped his face as he used to do long ago.

"Are you sure you're well?" the concerned Alpha asked, gray eyes glancing at the small bandage wrapped around his son's throat. "Perhaps you should allow..."

"Doctor Davies has already examined me," Connor cut in. He knew his father was about to refer Benjamin Church, who the Omega was avoiding as he flat out refused to court his son. "Really, there's no need to fuss over a small cut!"

It was practically a scratch compared to all the injuries he's received in the past two years. Not that he ever wrote about them to Haytham, who would assume field work was just too much for an Omega to handle and summon him back. He was extremely lucky to have found Doctor White, who was trust worthy, kind, loyal, and just not Doctor Benjamin Church or Doctor Matthew Davies.

"Hmm... well you can't blame a father for worrying after facing such an opponent."

Haytham withdrew his hands and walked back to his desk. Connor found himself opening his mouth, about to ask - as a son, and a subordinate - about their Order's ancient enemies. However, the question died on his tongue when he saw his father withdraw a small chest from his desk drawer.

"William had wanted me to give this to you on your birthday," Haytham spoke solemnly as he glanced down at the wooden box before handing it over to his son. "I knew he wanted to give this to you in person, but after what happened to his shipment of tea last year... he was too busy trying to compensate for the losses, that he could not visit you out in the frontier."

Connor felt his breath hitch in his throat when he took the chest with shaking hands. He did not open it. Simply stared down at the polished wood - lumber that came from Master Johnson's land, cut down by his own saw mill, and crafted by the Irishman himself - and held back a sob of grief. His father leaned in close, placing a comforting hand upon one of his trembling shoulders.

"You do not have to open it here," Haytham softly advised him. "Take it back to your quarters, and rest. I'll have Mrs.Potts bring you something to eat."

He nods numbly as his father gently leads him out, holding William Johnson's last gift closely to his chest.

//bawls//

Oh anon. This made my heart ache. Johnson's last present, Connor's obvious bond with the man, finally getting to hug his father.

And Haytham is so tender and loving here, too. Makes me wonder what his reaction is when he learns that his little Omega son dies at such a young age.

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