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Sorry to leave you hanging anon, but I am typing up the next part as I write this.

Next chapter to the left. This is getting too squeezed.

In Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 37 -

Connor was not sure what to think. He had believed that his father had been the one to make the decision to withhold such information from him. The grandmaster had even intimated such, not three hours ago. To learn now that it was all Charles Lee’s idea, and for such a reason...

It was confusing.

Did not Charles Lee hold illicit feelings for Connor’s father? Had he not admitted his feelings himself?

And yet...

And yet...

And yet now he claimed that he liked Connor and wanted to be near him.

It was confusing.

How could he?

They did not know each other so well. Connor may have spent most of his life hunting the Alpha, but, until recently, Charles Lee did not even know who Connor was! His knowledge of Connor now notwithstanding, he could not possibly be sincere about his claim.

“I cannot believe you,” Connor said. “I cannot believe that you are truly sorry, and I cannot believe that you would use such an excuse for yourself.”

“And why can you not?” Those blue eyes regarded him solemnly.

Connor ran an impatient hand through his hair.

“You cannot believe such a thing credible! You, who have clearly desired my father, now suddenly turn your eyes to me? And that consideration of how I would react, consideration of how I would feel about such information and my sentiment—“ and here, his voice stumbled slightly, “—for the commander...that led you to keep your silence...”

Connor shook his head. “It is incredible!”

The Alpha leaned forward earnestly. “It is the truth—“

“Spare me the lies.” Connor had had enough.

He turned to leave the man in the bed, let him recover under the watchful eyes of his crew and then have him sent on his way, before his hand was seized by a strong grip.

Startled, Connor looked back at the gasping and wincing Alpha, who, no doubt, should not have tested his shoulder in such a way just yet.

“Wait,” the man gasped. “Please just wait and give me a chance to explain.”

There was no reason to. Connor ought to wash his hands of the entire affair and leave it in the capable hands of Faulkner. His dear first mate had already offered to resolve everything for Connor.

And yet...

Connor turned to look at those pleading blue eyes.

He owed the man his life. He owed the man this at the very least.

“Speak,” he ordered. “I shall listen. But take of your words. I will only listen once.”

And he promptly pulled up the chair he normally sat in and waited.

----

Charles looked into those suspicious amber-brown eyes and knew that he had one chance.

His wife was stubborn and if Charles did not manage to salvage things, he would have lost Connor.

And that woman would have won.

The thought was unpalatable.

“You are right in that I used to care for Master Kenway in that manner. I had not admitted it to anyone, and I do not believe that Master Kenway knows, but I found him very striking. I looked up to him for a very long time, I wanted to be by him, and I think that even I did not know why. Not fully.”

Charles took a breath. It was difficult, speaking of such. He was not used to baring his soul so.

“It wasn’t allowed, of course. Two male Alphas—I would have been hung.”

Connor’s eyes softened somewhat at that, and he murmured, “I don’t really understand that about your culture. To despise and seek to kill someone simply because their union with another cannot bring forth children seems very strange.”

Charles shrugged. He did not fully understand himself, and he counted himself English by origin and culture!

“It is of little matter. I did not seek anything from your father besides companionship, and I am loyal to him. But then I learned of you...”

Charles chuckled at this.

“I despised you at first.”

Connor raised an elegant eyebrow at this, clearly surprised at the declaration.

“I hated that your existence meant that Master Kenway had fallen in love, I hated that you are half-Native, I hated that you were an Assassin.”

“And yet you declare you wish to be beside me,” Connor muttered.

Charles ignored this.

“I watched you. I had my men gather information on you. I tracked your movements.”

Connor looked more uneasy now, no doubt wondering just how skilled Charles and the Templar organization was if they had done all of that without Connor realizing it.

He could have no way of knowing that these events happened in a different future, and that Charles had learned more from keeping him captive in his manor than from the reports.

And more from these couple of weeks hunting Church together than those nine months.

“I learned that you were honorable, skilled, intelligent, capable.”

“And you desired me.” The words came out without a shred of emotion, but Charles had no doubt that Connor did not believe a single word of it.

“No,” Charles murmured.

He took pleasure from the momentary surprise he fostered before he continued. “I respected you. I respected your abilities and what you could do, and after watching your movements and learning about your motivations, I came to realize that we were not truly enemies. We ought not be enemies.”

Those amber-brown eyes looked away for a moment. Charles bit his lip. To lose even the alliance that they had...

It could not be tolerated.

“And you let me go at Bridewell.”

“Yes,” Charles agreed. “I wanted to prove to you that we could be generous and set aside our grudges. I wanted to make the first step towards reconciliation.”

He paused.

“I did not expect you to disappear for quite so long.”

It was now Connor’s turn to look abashed.

“Not everyone is pleased to be working with our ancient enemy.”

No, Charles would be very surprised if they were.

“But you appeared again and saved our lives.”

Connor blinked. He had clearly forgotten all about it.

“Church was about to kill us,” Charles reminded him. “You came to Master Kenway and I, and you saved us. And then you offered us an alliance. It was—“

Connor looked distinctly uncomfortable now.

“I hope you did not convince yourself of your feelings for me simply because of that.”

“No! Of course not!”

But if Charles were to be honest, if he had not already loved his wife, then there was a good chance he would have begun to fall for Connor then.

“It was during our journey. Now. You are—very amazing. Your crew trust you with their lives, and I can see that not a single one would not gladly die for you. You took on 20 Alphas while at Bridewell. You lead battles and turn the tide of war. And you saved our lives.”

His wife fidgeted here.

Charles hurried on. “It added to what I knew of you before. I added to what I saw of you at Bridewell and everything else. And yes, to your saving me too.”

He reached out to grasp his wife’s hand again. He stopped right before touching him.

“Master Kenway knows of my feelings. I will not say I love you—“ because that would only scare his wife away from him “—but I have grown very fond of you now. And I like you. I enjoy speaking with you as we have done during this journey as much as I enjoyed Master Kenway’s company, as much as playing with my dogs.”

And wasn’t that a revelation? He had thought nothing more important than Spado for a long time.

“And it is clear that you feel for Washington, even if you do not admit it to anyone.”

A sudden blush bloomed on Connor’s cheeks.

Charles pursed his lips.

“When our agents uncovered his role in your past, when Master Kenway gave me proof of it—“

And here, Connor turned pale.

“—I did not know what to do.”

He looked his wife in the eye, then.

“What would you do, Connor? What would you do if the man you began to care greatly for was in love with the very Alpha who burned his village? What would you do?”

Connor looked back at him.

“I would not have kept it a secret.”

No worries. Totally don't mind cliffies. :D Your writing is just very exciting.

Poor Charles and Connor, such an emotional roller coaster ride of ups and downs. I kind of winced when Charles admitted to stalking... but at least that explained how he knew so much about Connor and change of heart. I love how Charles admitted that he respected Connor before desiring him.

I'm curious to know what Connor is going to do now. If his romantic feelings for George will change. It's clear he doesn't despise Charles anymore, but he is wary and distrustful of him... which may be difficult if Charles still wants to be his partner.

Then again, now that Charles is wounded is he going to recover in time in order to be a General and Second in Command of the army? Might be interesting if Connor feels obligated to fight at his side rather than Washington's

Thanks anon! Glad you're enjoying the story so far - and wow, I still can't believe I've gone this far without writing a sex scene, but there will be one in this series... possibly several ^^;

Hehe. Definitely quite a roller coaster. Even I have no idea where it'll end... It's already the longest thing I've ever written. @_@

A/N: Actually hyped over this part and the one after it /speed writes/

After they made it inside the prison, Connor asked Noah to wait for him as a guard escorted him to the level where he would find his father and fiancé. He was already dreading the confrontation. But now that he had arrived and learned why the two Alphas he sought were here - it took every shred of willpower he had not to flee from Bridewell.

Apparently both Haytham and Charles were in Bridewell to release Thomas Hickey, who had been apprehended for his counterfeiting operation. Wonderful timing. If his father wasn't already angry enough, he was going to be absolutely livid when he saw him now.

Well at least the guard, who was throwing subtle glances over at him when he thought the Omega wasn't looking, would make for a decent human shield.

"Here we are." The prison guard announced before opening the door for him. "The prisoner yer lookin' for is straight down the hall and to the left. Give a holler if ye need anything."

"Thank you."

Well, so much for the human shield idea. It seems he would have to venture on alone. Fortunately, the prisoners - all Alphas, from what he believes - were inside their cells, behind bars.

Prisons

Bars

Cages

Even while standing on the other side, he still hated the sight of them. They reminded him all too much of what happened in the past, and brought back memories that he relived only in his nightmares. Connor suddenly came to an abrupt halt in the empty dimly lit hallway.

He glanced around, straining his hearing a bit, and catching the muffled sounds of conversation nearby. Both the Grandmaster and General must have been inside Hickey's cell. Probably discussing something important that was not meant for a lower-ranking Templar's ears. Perhaps it was better to wait out here and collecting himself.

The last thing he wanted, was for the Inner Circle members to see him pale-faced and trembling as if he felt that these oppressing walls were closing in on him. A large hand suddenly reached out between the bars and grasped his arm when he began to sway.

He jerked, about to reach for one of his hidden knives and stab whoever...

"Ratonhnhaké:ton!" a familiar voice hissed.

Connor calmed down immediately. There was only one individual alive who still called him that. Swallowing hard, he turned sideways to stare at his childhood friend whom he had recently fought beside.

"Kanen'tó:kon," he gasped. "What are you doing here?"

Unlike all their previous encounters, the Assassin was not wearing his trade-mark white robes. Instead, dressed in only in ragged breeches and a dirty blood-stained shirt. The other Native also appeared to have taken a beating from the look of that black eye, and dried blood than ran from his nose all the way to one busted lip.

"Guilty by association," the imprisoned Alpha answered him. "I was trying to pursue Thomas Hickey when we were both apprehended by the city guards. They believed me to be an accomplice in his counterfeiting ring, and we were both thrown into this prison."

Spirits above! As if he did not have enough to worry about.

"Why were you trying to go after him anyway?" he questioned. "Why are you so interested in his illegal side activities? What do they have to do with your Brotherhood?"

His friend scowled. "You do not know?"

"I would not be asking if I did, Kanen'tó:kon!"

The Assassin seemed to be mollified by his genuine outburst exasperation. His features softened, hesitating for a moment, before he leaned closer and spoke in a hushed voice.

"I received word that Hickey had been suddenly been promoted into the Commander's Life Guard. It was when I was eavesdropping on his henchmen as they lead me to him, that I discovered the Templars' plot to murder George Washington was still in effect."

Connor's eyes widened in shock. While he knew George Washington's fate would be unavoidable - after all, the Omega still wanted his life - but that Thomas would be the one to claim it was inconceivable. Both his father and husband-to-be had promised him he could claim vengeance for himself and his people! He had earned this right... To have it taken away so abruptly and without his knowledge...

"Your Inner Circle chose not to listen to you. That have no intention of abandoning their plot to overthrow the Commander and set Lee in his place, Ratonhnhaké:ton." He winced as the hand upon his arm unconsciously tightened as Kanen'tó:kon mistook his outrage. "You must realize by now that they do not want the peace you and I desire. Please, you must help me save the Commander."

Save the Commander? His friend was actually insisting that they risk their lives for a man who unknowingly brought them pain and suffering? Connor scoffed in disbelief, automatically causing the Assassin to tense, and looked at him with confusion.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton...?"

The Templar hunter's amber gaze narrowed.

"I will do no such thing!" he hissed. "That murderer deserves to die for what he did. To me. To you, and to our village!"

Kanen'tó:kon stared at him with wide uncomprehending eyes, before he tightened his grip upon the Omega's arm. "You are mistaken. Do not believe what your father and his men have told you. I was there, I saw Charles Lee before..."

"And I saw Washington after!" the Black Wolf cut in, snarling in fury. "While we were in the cages, I saw him! He was the Colonel who had ordered our homes to be burned, and for the survivors to be rounded up and sold like livestock! I saw him!"

The Alpha appeared stunned for a long moment, and just when Connor thought he got through to his friend, the hand holding his arm yanked him forward. He grimaced slightly in pain upon his impact against those bars, and tried to wrestle free from the bone-crushing grip.

"If what you are saying is true," Kanen'tó:kon snarled back, "then it is you who has been deceiving me from the start. But I do not believe you. I know it was Lee who..."

"You know nothing!" he growled, suddenly enraged by the Assassin's stubbornness. "This is why I chose not to tell you, because you would not believe me without proof!"

The Templar took a deep shuddering breath in an attempt to calm himself down.

"Kanen'tó:kon, I will find a way to get you out of this mess." Earth brown eyes narrowed in distrust, but he continued regardless, "If it is proof you need that the Commander was to blame for what happened, then I will find it. But there is nothing you can do to change that man's fate...the one who will end his life, will be me."

"Actually, sweetheart," a gruff voice with a cockney accent suddenly spoke up,"There's been a change o' plans."

Both Mohawks tensed, turning their heads to face the three Templar Inner Circle members who had been listening in on their conversation the entire time.

Hmmm, my mind actually decided to fast forward to the possible future of them together, and now I'm actually asking myself what their expectations of each other would be. I mean, they are still parts of different organizations (though with the truce and the common goals) and Charles did see the possible future shown by Juno, so now that he knows Connor can't be caged in, so what would his expectations be. How would it be possible to live together, as an Alpha and Omega, in such circumstances...

Anyhow, my musings aside, I really enjoyed the chapter. Easy for Connor to say, though... Charles didn't have the intention of /keeping/ it a secret, only prolonged its revelation. Even a wise man would at least hesitate or consider his options, it's not that fair to accuse Charles outright, he stalled for a reason, even if for one he thought to be reasonable. Hope Connor will understand his good intentions with time.

Uh oh. :O

//is stunned//

Wow, I just...

//is stunned//

The little details are amazing. Connor's claustrophobia because of all the bars, Kanen reaching out to him through the bars...

Wow, wow, wow.

And Hickey, Charles and Haytham spying this entire time. :O Connor's in so much trouble.

Charles will definitely need to re-adjust what he thinks. It hasn't completely sunk in yet for him (why this piece still has a ways to go) that he's going to seriously need to change his expectations. He knows the consequences of what happened before, but it hasn't quite sunk in that it needs an adjustment from him to avoid those consequences.

OP here !
Oh, Writer!Anon, what a wonderful chapter ! As usual, if I dare say, your writing skills are truly amazing.

The references to Hickey & Franklin's conversations are both hilarious.
I love the fact that you develop the plot around Heather's pregnancy, you describe it so well.
And Connor is already so stubborn, no doubt his mother will need a LOT of self-control.

Thanks anon :)

Yeah, Connor is about to face the consequences of his actions soon, and not going to like them one bit.

I'm sorry for how long this has taken, writer's block is a terrible thing. I'll be updating on a much more regular schedule from now on, but next week I'm away from home, so unfortunately the next chapter isn't going to be up before july.

The old man took a few tentative steps toward Ratonhnhaké:ton.

"It's true," he murmured. His voice was crackly and weak with disbelief, his eyes sharp enough to make Ratonhnhaké:ton feel as though he were being stripped to the bone, everything in his head on display for all the world to see. Or rather, one man who might as well be the whole world.

"You are Achilles?" Ratonhnhaké:ton managed to ask. He was, he must be. This manor had looked forbidding from outside, and though the interior looked completely unfamiliar, something about it simply screamed 'home'. The smell of the air, the way light travelled through even this small part of the house, the slight echo in this room.

The mouth of the man who must be Achilles opened slightly, his eyes widening and eyebrows twitching into an unfathomable expression for a split second. The man nodded, composing himself quickly.

"Not as much of a hero as the legend, I'm afraid," Achilles said, a sudden grimness in his mouth and the set of his shoulders. "If you don't already know, you're my… student."

"I know," he replied, hoarsely, even though 'student' didn't seem to be quite the right word. "They-- um, Stephane and the others-- explained a lot of things on the way here."

Achilles gave him a solemn nod, and began to move toward the kitchen.

"Then I suppose I'll have to explain the rest. Sit down. You travelled most of the night, didn't you?"

"Yes," Ratonhnhaké:ton answered, following Achilles. He turned one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen table around so he could lean comfortably on the back.

"It's good to see you again," Achilles said, to Kanen'tó:kon, who inclined his head politely before taking a seat next to Ratonhnhaké:ton.

"Before we do anything, you need to know that the Templars have captured Clipper," Dobby said. "He didn't arrive at Valley Forge and Charles Lee happened across him and Connor before they were separated."

"Separated?" Achilles frowned.

"I fell in a river," Ratonhnhaké:ton admitted.

"We think they took Clipper to Johnson Hall," Duncan added, hanging his cloak up in the hall.

"We'd better make this quick, then," Achilles muttered. "How much do you already know, Connor?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton hesitated before answering. He wasn't sure how much of the information he had fitted together, but he tried his best. He started at the beginning, or what he thought was the beginning.

"My father and his associates are members of an organisation which seeks to impose control and order on the greater population for the sake of peace. I am part of an opposing organisation which seeks freedom and choice, also for the sake of peace. When I left my father, at Clipper's request, they chased us, seemingly to get me back. I do not know why they appear to need me, or why they did not harm me while I was with them."

"You were with them? For how long?" Achilles' eyes were sharp and alert, and even had Ratonhnhaké:ton been so inclined, he did not think he could have lied to him.

"Charles Lee found me when I lost my memory. I've been staying at Father's house in New York for the past two months."

Achilles scowled. The back door opened, and Stephane entered.

"New York. The one time we have almost nobody there…"

"We were trying to fill in for the duties you would've done," Dobby explained, helpfully. "Otherwise, me, Jacob and Jamie live there."

"I was working at that tavern to gather information on the illegal activities of the owner," Stephane added, sitting next to Kanen'tó:kon. "Good luck, eh?"

"Yes, it was," Ratonhnhaké:ton replied. Achilles said nothing, but still looked intently at him. Ratonhnhaké:ton cleared his throat. Obviously more was needed.

"It was not anything of great importance. Simply celebrating that they were all alive and in good health and were in New York at the same time."

"Why were you there?" Achilles asked.

"I am not sure," Ratonhnhaké:ton confessed. He rubbed his eyes, tiredly. He'd just thought Haytham was being irritating, in the way family members were supposed to be. But with the information he had now, Ratonhnhaké:ton could not help but wonder if perhaps there was some kind of nefarious purpose behind his father's apparently harmless actions. There had to be, if they really were enemies.

Achilles said nothing, and Ratonhnhaké:ton tried again.

"That is, my father simply seemed to want to make me feel included. I had told him some time previously that I felt as though his associates were avoiding me, and did not particularly want me around. And earlier that day he said some very cruel things to me, so I thought he was trying to cheer me up and make amends."

"What kind of cruel things?" Achilles leant forward slightly, brow creasing a little more.

"Nothing that was not true. That it did not matter whether I was intelligent or dressed well, I would still be treated like a 'savage' wherever I went. He worded it rather harshly and I was upset."

Achilles' expression softened.

"You aren't a savage to anybody here," he said, quietly.

"I know," Ratonhnhaké:ton replied, reassuringly. "The townsfolk were smiling and waving at us when we passed through."

"They're good people," Achilles' lips pulled up in a small smile. "You helped most of them a great deal."

"Oh?"

"That's a tale for another time, Connor," Achilles shook his head. "Needless to say, you're very popular here. The crew of your ship are equally besotted with you. Should be returning from their voyage in a week or two."

Ratonhnhaké:ton nodded, and fought the urge to yawn. He'd gone nights without sleep before, but never such eventful nights. Rooftop-leaping, running from guards, infiltrating camps… an hour or two of concentrated action, not eight or more of confusion and panic and prolonged activity.

"We're getting distracted," Achilles sighed. "Connor, what happened just before you fell in the river?"

"Uh…" Ratonhnhaké:ton thought hard. "I was on horseback with Clipper, and we were fleeing from my father and his associates. We stopped at a clearing overlooking a waterfall, and planned to rest before heading to Valley Forge, but Charles Lee happened across us. He startled me, and I fell off the cliff."

"Amnesia clearly hasn't helped your co-ordination," Achilles muttered. He thought a moment, then continued. "You're probably right in that they've gone to Johnson Hall to interrogate Clipper. More resources, unlikely to be stumbled across by some unlucky bystander, mercenary guards. We'll need to plan carefully to avoid more casualties."

More? Was Achilles referring to his memory loss, or had someone lost their life in this conflict? Ratonhnhaké:ton opened his mouth to ask, but Achilles spoke before he could begin.

"Connor, you go to bed. You've been travelling all night and you'll be useless in helping Clipper if you're half-asleep. I might not be able to walk without a cane, but I can plan better than you even on your best day. Kanen, you're welcome to sleep in the guest room for a few hours if you need to."

Kanen'tó:kon nodded and thanked Achilles politely. Ratonhnhaké:ton hesitated. Was Achilles simply trying to get rid of him? Something about what he had just said seemed… off, somehow. Did they think he was a Templar?

"Kanen can show you which room is yours. It's in need of a good dusting, but I put new sheets on your bed last week," Achilles said, fixing Ratonhnhaké:ton with a firm stare that clearly meant 'do as I say right now, young man, or face the consequences'.

Ratonhnhaké:ton inclined his head, and rose. He hadn't realised how tired he was, but now that he stood, he felt faint. Even if it was just a ruse to get him out of earshot, some sleep would do him good.

"Come on," Kanen'tó:kon said, and lead him to a sunny room upstairs, at the front of the house. Kanen'tó:kon gave him a soothing pat on the shoulder before walking down the hall, toward a door on the opposite side of the house.

Ratonhnhaké:ton couldn't hear any murmuring of voices downstairs, so perhaps he was just being paranoid. He opened the door quietly, and the room beyond was… right. It was familiar, homely. The decorations on the walls were all from his clan, he recognised that much. The blanket on the bed was one he remembered being wrapped in as a toddler.

He took his boots off, gingerly sitting on the bed, then lying on it. It was more comfortable than the bed at Haytham's house, even though the mattress was harder, the sheets scratchier. It was comfortable in the same way old shoes were, like he spent so many years sleeping on this bed, in this room, that it was what his body considered 'perfect'.

As Ratonhnhaké:ton closed his eyes, realisation struck.

This was home. This house was his home. The old man downstairs, as cranky as he was, was someone close to him. His mentor, like he'd said. No, more than that, a… a grandfatherly figure? That didn't seem quite right, but it was the closest Ratonhnhaké:ton's sleep-deprived brain was going to get. He let himself relax, and his mind drift into gentle slumber.

Connor did not know which pale and furious face to focus on first: his father's or his Alpha's. So he opted instead to stare at Hickey who shook his head at the young hunter with both disappointment and disbelief. He opened his mouth to try and explain but was cut off by the swish of a dark cloak, as Haytham was suddenly stalking towards him.

"Get your hands off my son!" came a low venomous growl that set had the hairs on the back of Connor's neck stand on end. The imprisoned Alpha complied, but did so with a glare. His father seized hold his arm in a bone-numbing grip, and without so much as a glance at Kanen'tó:kon, dragged him out of the room with Charles and Hickey at their heels.

The guard from earlier quickly stood to attention as they passed, but was completely ignored as Haytham strode about as if he owned the entire facility. Though Connor wouldn't be surprised since the Templars had their hands in everything nowadays. He would have liked to asked, if he wasn't too worried about what was going to happen to him next

Wherever the Grandmaster was leading him, it was not outside the Prison. Instead, they were climbing stairs heading towards another more secure level. A patrol who immediately stopped to stare, but the Templars merely brushed passed them as if they were statues. Connor felt his stomach clench in anxiety when they finally did stop in front of a foreboding steel door. Charles barked a guard over who hastily approached to unlock it.

"Father..." he began, but was cut off short.

As soon as the door was opened, the hunter was shoved inside, up against one of the stone walls. Both his arms were immediately wrenched behind his back and bound tightly together with rope.

"Charles," the Grandmaster called out to his second-in-command, "take his weapons."

Connor tensed as he heard the sound of his Alpha's approaching footsteps. Large hands, that once lovingly embraced him as he slept, were roughly searching his clothes. Removing the various hidden knives, daggers, and poison darts that the younger Templar kept on his person as he turned his more visible ones over to Noah before he went on his own.

When all of his weapons had been stripped off his person, a hand grabbed his shoulder. Connor grunted as he was yanked backwards, until the heavy grip forced him to sit upon the bed, facing the Inner Circle trio.

He opened his mouth to speak but wisely shut it when the Grandmaster stepped towards him, seemingly calm with his hands clasped behind his back. It was a casual stance. But for anyone who truly knew Haytham Kenway, it was also a dangerous one, because you would not be able to predict which arm would deliver the killing blow until it was too late.

"Connor Kenway. You stand accused of betraying the Templar Order, abandoning our principles and siding with our ancient enemy: the Assassin Brotherhood. A crime punishable by death."

The Omega's eyes widened in disbelief. A trial? So soon? This couldn't be happening!

His father's gray eyes were cold and emotionless. It was as if this man had not raised him. Had neither loved nor cared for him the span of ten years.

"How do you plead?"

He swallowed hard, and forced himself to speak. "Not guilty."

"Really?" Haytham tilted his head, his tone mild but extremely dangerous. "Then would you care to explain why you felt the need to kill one of our brothers?"

Connor did not flinch away from his gaze, knowing that if he faltered now, it could very well mean his death. "I had no knowledge of that British Commander was one of us. I killed him, believing it would be the quickest way to scatter the Redcoats and ensure victory for the Patriots."

"Curious. I could have sworn that your commission was with General Lee, but yet he has no recollection of permitting you to run off into the battlefield."

"The General banished me from his side before we left for Boston." The Omega lowered his gaze, especially when those cold blue eyes scrutinized him from a short distance away. "He gave me no orders at all after we arrived in New York and went into battle against the Redcoats, so I assumed that my reason for being there was to fight alongside the Continental army. I had no idea of your plan in motion, and admit that my acting in haste had lead to its failure."

Haytham was silent for a moment, before retrieving an letter from his coat pocket in which Connor recognized his own script. It was the missive he had wrote to the Grandmaster, requesting the delay of Washington's assassination.

"The was not the only plan in motion that you disrupted," his father reminded him with a dark frown. "You, perhaps more than any of us, wanted the Commander dead. Tell me, was that friend of yours - this Assassin - the only reason you wanted us to stay our hand?"

Connor knew he had to choose his words carefully. Simply admitting 'yes' would only make them believe that his childhood friend was more important than the Order. Despite his words, they would believe him to be a traitor who acted alone on mere sentiment.

"Kanen'tó:kon does not have to be an enemy of the Order," he began to explain. "He's misguided and believed that the Templar Inner Circle - especially Charles - was at fault for the burning of our village all those years ago. I wanted to tell him that it was Washington, but knew he wouldn't believe me without proof."

Haytham glanced over at his second who paled on the spot.

Connor shifted uncomfortably at how is Alpha seemed taken aback by the revelation, and seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. He wondered if Charles even remembered encountering Kanen'tó:kon in the woods back then, after all who would forget strangling a four year-old boy?

"If I attempted to kill Washington, he would interfere..." Connor trailed off as the scenario played out in his mind's eye. The Assassin would try and protect the Commander... even if it meant killing him in the processes.

"What were you hoping to accomplish once he trusted you?"

"I was hoping that perhaps the Brotherhood could form a truce with the Order. End this ancient war between us once and for all."

There was a collective of derisive snorts from both Charles and Thomas, but the Kenways chose to ignore them.

The Grandmaster stared at his son again, eyes softening somewhat even if his face remained stern.

"I see."

There was a long uncomfortable silence, that not even Hickey - with his obvious impatience - wanted to break. Charles refused to look at the bound Omega, while Connor kept his gaze lowered as he waited for their leader's verdict.

"Washington's assassination will proceed as planned," the Grandmaster finally announced, "and it will be carried out by Thomas - there are to be no further mistakes, I am clear?"

"Yeah, yeah, but wot about the Assassin?"

"You can't!" Connor protested in fury as he managed to climb up to his feat even with his bound hands. "Washington is mine, you owe me that at least, father!"

The backhand to the face was loud and unexpected, causing the Omega to lose his balance and crash back onto the bed. He could taste the metallic tinge of blood coming either from his nose or mouth, Connor wasn't sure. But he did not even acknowledge the pain as Haytham seized the lapels of his coat and pulled him upright.

"I owe you nothing, you ungrateful brat," the Grandmaster snarled. "You forfeited your chance when you put the Assassin in regard over your own allies. Did you not think I wouldn't know that you trying to track him on your own after Johnson's funeral, did you? You had Noah Blake scavenge information for you and withheld it all this time. By doing so you might as well have allowed the Assassin to murder Pitcairn!"

The accusation stung more than the slap. Connor wanted to scream. To deny the horrid and unfair accusation. But his voice remained trapped in his throat. He imagined his fallen mentor, with his childhood friend standing above him. He slumped back down onto the bed in shock when his father released him.

"I hereby strip you of your duties. From this day forward, you are no longer a Templar. No longer one of the Order."

Connor felt sick to his stomach, all his years of service for the Order... and it was all be disregarded - this could not be happening! The leader of the Templars turned away from him in disgust and stalked over to the door.

"Washington and that Assassin... deal with them, Charles."

Lee nodded obediently. "At once, sir."

Deal with the Assassin?! The half-Mohawk panicked as he thought of his friend who was weaponless and behind bars.

"Father, wait!" he pleated while trying to rise again.

Haytham did not turn to face his him as he addressed the Templar General once more.

"I am dissolving the engagement between you and my son," the Grandmaster frigidly stated, startling both the Alpha and Omega couple. "You, my old friend, deserve a better wife than an ungrateful, untrustworthy, naive, and utterly foolish child."

With that, the steel door slammed shut behind him.

Charles and Thomas, both stunned and unsure of what to say, followed shortly.

Once alone and imprisoned, Connor suddenly wished he had been sentenced to death instead.

A/N: /Finishes speed writing and cringes/ Oh Connor, I'm sorry

I also apologize for OOC Haytham here, but he's been holding in his anger and frustration for quite awhile now - and remember he did nearly caused Church's face to cave in.

//wibbles//

Oh Connor.

What did you put yourself into?

I don't think Haytham's OOC at all. His anger read very natural to me. He's got a long fuse, but when it blows, it blows. Man, he's pissed of. But on the other hand, he didn't execute Connor. Given how loyal he is to the Order and what Connor did, he still cares for him.

//pets all the pretty men//

Thanks anon, and you're right. Haytham definitely still cares for Connor, but sees his naivete as a fatal flaw... and he's unfortunately, right :(

It will be devastating for him to lose his son because he allowed him to rejoin the Templars and put himself in danger. ): //pets Haytham//

In Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 38 - Closed Door

Connor felt disappointed.

Jealousy.

This was what it had all been about.

Simple jealousy.

“You can somehow convinced yourself that you like me—“

“I had no need to convince myself. I like you.”

Connor ignored this.

“and, in the fear of losing the ability to, in your own words, be near me, you decided that the best course of action when receiving critical information was to keep it from me. Despite knowing how much I sought the man who destroyed my life, despite knowing that finding the man who thought it acceptable to lay waste to an entire village is of utmost importance to me, you decided to keep silent.”

Charles Lee did not speak.

“You decided to keep silent, so that I would not be upset with you for bringing it to my attention that a man that I admired was responsible for the most heinous crime against my people. Against me.”

The man still did not speak.

Connor clenched his hands in frustration.

“And all,” he continued, “for the sake of being near me.”

He pursed his lips.

“You are selfish, Charles Lee.”

Charles Lee made a noise of protestation.

“I did what I thought best so as not to bring you grief—“

“You did what you did because you were too cowardly and selfish to bring this to my attention!”

“That is not true. I thought of how it would affect you in the midst of a dangerous mission—“

“You kept it from me long after we had hunted Church! If it were not for your own jealousy of Commander Washington, then I would never have known!”

The Alpha looked sullen.

“I would have told you.”

Connor glared at him.

“Really?” He decided to push. “When?”

The Alpha looked away, not meeting his eyes.

“When it would not cause you to despise me.”

Spirits above...

Connor took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

“I believe,” he began again, “that you may have truly thought you were being—kind—to me.”

Or so Connor hoped. It seemed unfathomable to him otherwise.

“But your words are of little else but fear of losing something you wanted. That that thing is my company makes it all the worse.”

Because was it not worse that the Alpha professed that he liked Connor? Liked him and wanted to be near him, but, despite all the claims of respect, clearly did not respect him or value his opinions.

Because if he did, he could never have thought that betraying his trust was worth so little...

Wanting to be near him? Was that all his trust was worth?

It felt bitter to Connor, to know that this man who professed to like him could disregard him so easily.

“That isn’t it. I was trying to spare you—“

Connor had had enough.

“In what possible way did it spare me anything? If, as you say, you were going to tell me later on, then how could that have spared me anything?”

Charles Lee fell silent at that.

Then, “I would have slowly proven to you that Washington was not to be trusted. Little by little. And I would have told you after you were well acquainted with the idea.”

Connor stared at him.

That was...

“That is not waiting not to be despised,” he whispered.

Charles nodded.

“I know.”

----

Charles was nervous. He could feel that Connor was so close to turning away from him. And he could feel that Connor was close to believing him.

It was maddening, knowing that, once again, he was turning what should have been a relatively painless affair into a mess.

“You are right.” He rubbed a tired hand across his eyes.

“I was selfish, and I did not want to jeopardize my own time with you. And I was largely influenced by my own reasons.”

And it galled that it was even true. He had wanted to use the evidence to destroy his wife’s attraction to Washington. He had just been too afraid to lose his wife’s regard himself.

He’d work so long and hard for it. He’d finally managed to get his wife to a point where Connor didn’t hate him or despise him. After losing his wife and never having his good opinion, he was desperate not to lose it again. He couldn’t give it up.

And so, he was selfish.

“But,” he added, “that was not the only thing that I weighed. I feared losing your regard, because I knew that it was a likely outcome. You would be hurt by this. You are hurt by this. And I—“

He trailed off, uncertain suddenly. His head dropped onto his hands as he struggled to find the words.

He took a deep breath.

“I was under orders to reveal it to you. I will not obscure that truth. I was under orders to show you the truth, because Master Kenway could not bear for his only son to remain in ignorance.”

Connor frowned at that.

“But I did not want to hurt you too much. I valued your companionship, I valued being near you. I value your happiness.”

And here, his wife looked shocked.

“And I thought that knowing this in such a way would hurt you. You love Washington—“

And Connor looked as if he wished to refute that.

Charles held up a hand.

“—Please, I know. I know you care deeply for Washington, beyond that of mere friendship.”

He took a painful breath. It was still hard to think of the relationship his wife had had with their current commander-in-chief. It was painful to remember that his wife chose death to save him then.

“And I know that it would hurt you to learn of this so bluntly. And so I waited. I was waiting for the right time, hoping to change your mind about Washington first so that it would not hurt you so much. I wanted to wait until I wouldn’t lose the things I valued so much. And I know I was selfish in doing so.”

It was for selfish reasons but, it was to protect Connor. So that he would not hurt his wife again.

He was always hurting his wife.

“I am sorry.”

And he meant it.

“I think...” Connor began.

Charles looked up.

“I think that I need time to reflect on all of this. I think,” here he paused. “I think that you should leave.”

Charles felt his eyes growing wide. Despite everything, he hadn’t believed—

“Connor,” he pleaded.

“I think it best that we not see each other for a little while.”

The breath left Charles’s lungs in a surprised whoosh, and he was left speechless.

This...this couldn’t...

“I need time to think.”

Connor got up from the chair and made to leave. Right before he exited the doorway, he stopped and turned to look at Charles.

Those amber-brown eyes regarded him sadly, disappointedly.

“I will not dissolve the truce on this. It would not be fair to the work we have put in to make our two organizations work. But...”

Connor looked away.

“But I need time to think if it is really advantageous for the two of us to work together. I will relay my thoughts to you before our next mission.” And he swiftly left the room.

Charles was left sitting there, contemplating his wife’s words.

Next mission.

It was not the end. He had more battles to fight.

/Hugs Charles/ I really understand where Connor is coming from, but he has no idea how lucky he is to have changed!Charles rather than evil-pervy!Charles from the other timelines.

Wonder what the next maybe-mission will be.

A/N: Sorry so short, the next part in the series will be pretty long.

Connor could still remember how elated he had been when he had stood before his father and the Inner Circle those many years ago. He had been acknowledged both as Haytham Kenway's heir, a Templar, and a human being deserving of respect. To have all that he had worked for, taken away so suddenly... he still couldn't believe it.

His aspiration to ascend in the Order that strove for peace and unity of all people...

His future with Charles, an Alpha who he believed was beginning to love him...

All of it gone.

It seemed so cruel and unfair. But at the same time, the Omega knew he deserved it. He had crossed the line, abusing the trust his family and friends placed upon him.

But was that it? Was he so worthless that he didn't even warrant a second chance?

The door to cell opened, after what felt like hours as he drowned himself in resentment and self pity. Connor glanced up from where he lay curled up on the bed, and tensed upon seeing General Lee. The Omega's former husband-to-be stared back at him dispassionately, and he felt as if a vice were tightening around his heart.

"Charles..." he murmured and winced as his voice cracked at the end.

He was so pitiful...

The said Templar tensed upon hearing his name, but the emotionless expression did not waver. "I came to inform you, on behalf of your father, that you will remain here until tomorrow afternoon." Connor felt his blood run cold. He had to stay overnight in this dreadful place, with its oppressive stone walls and iron bars? "Someone will release you then, and you will be escorted back to the Kenway townhouse."

His heart sank even further at the news. He was going back to Boston, because his father do not wish to live under the same room with such a disappointment as him. Connor immediately tried to focus on what the General hadn't said, instead of the large almost empty house - that would not have his father or Mrs.Potts - he would have to go home to.

"Tomorrow afternoon," he repeated hoarsely, "I take that is when Thomas will have to..."

Charles did not answer the unfinished sentence, and made a move to leave before Connor called out to him again.

"What about Kanen'tó:kon?" he couldn't help but wonder about his childhood friend who was probably still seething at him after the Washington revelation. "What do you intend to do to him?"

Connor almost regretted asking when the Alpha released a primal growl and stalked into the cell, slamming the door shut behind him. Charles stalked towards the bed and towered over the cast-out Templar, scowling darkly.

"The Assassin will be taken care of, as he should have been long ago!" The General snarled. "But you allowed misplaced sentiment to get in the way of your duties and loyalty to the Order. What do you have to show for it in the end? Nothing!"

Connor flinched at that last word. He lowered his gaze, unable to face the rage and despair burning in the Alpha's eyes.

"Please, Kanen'tó:kon does not deserve to die. He wrongly believed you and the rest of the Inner Circle were guilty of Washington's crimes," he explained again. "I had to reason with him, stop him, from blindly killing anymore of our comrades. All I wanted was to bridge the gap between our two warring factions. All I wanted was peace.Masters Johnson and Pitcairn would have desired the same."

"Do not bring William and John into this!" the Templar snapped. "I saw how he tried to pull you close to him! Do not deny that you are in love with this friend of yours, that you valued him over the Order and over our marriage!"

His eyes widen in shock and he snapped his head up so fast that it hurt his neck.

"No!" he shouted in denial. "No, that isn't true! I care for Kanen'tó:kon only as the friend he has been to me, nothing more!"

His former fiancé stared at him long and hard before abruptly turning towards the exit. Connor struggled to sit up, difficult as it was with his hands tied behind his back. He swallowed hard, uncaring about the raw ache in his throat as he shouted once more.

"I do not desire him in that way...I love you!" he blurted out, feeling his face flush with heat upon realizing what he had just proclaimed and truly felt.

The General seemed in freeze in place, hand pausing over the door knob.

Connor wished he could see the Alpha's face, but could only hope that cold unfeeling look was no longer there. He held his breath and waited. And waited... Charles seemed to be at war with his emotions, which could mean the Alpha was reconsidering his words. The older man turned his head slightly towards him and...

"I cannot love a fool."

...Viscously ripped out his heart.

Connor slumped back onto the bed, in sorrow and defeat. He watched with tears burning in his eyes, as the man he loved stormed out, leaving him completely alone in the cage of his own making.

I love your Achilles. He's gruff and sarcastic and very loving underneath all of that. And I love how Connor feels at home. He's got his suspicions, he still doesn't have all his memory, but he feels that this is home.

Beautiful.

In Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 39 - Confirmation

The arrow missed. The buck ran off. Connor lowered his bow in frustration.

Ever since he had last seen the Templars, ever since that conversation with Charles Lee, he had not been able to concentrate. His arrows went astray; his mentor often remarked that he seemed unfocused. Even his recruits seemed to notice that something was amiss and seemed to be extra considerate to him.

His hands tightened around his bow.

It was not right. Worrying his loved ones so...it was not how a good mentor ought to behave. And yet he cannot seem to banish everything he now knows out of his mind. He cannot.

He walked over to the tree the arrow had struck and removed it with a sudden tug. The fletching had struck something and was slightly torn. He would need to repair it or it would never fly true.

A thought occurred to him.

Perhaps that was why he had not taken down the buck as he had planned. If the fletching had been damaged before he released the arrow...

He was lying to himself. This was unacceptable. He was distracted, and he knew it. He even knew the cause of his distraction.

Connor ran a hand through wet, sweaty hair.

Everything was such a mess. Commander Washington’s potential link to the burning of Connor’s village, Charles Lee’s declaration of his...feelings, his own uncertainty over whether he ought to keep the current alliance with the Templars...

And that was the difficulty. A good mentor did not let their own personal concerns detract from the Brotherhood’s goals. A good mentor would be able to separate his own anger and frustration from his Brotherhood affairs and behave strategically and logically for the good of all Assassins.

Connor was not sure anymore what would be good for the Brotherhood. Should he allow this alliance to continue despite his own feelings of betrayal and bitterness and, if he was honest with himself, guilt? Or is he blinding himself to a terrible partnership because of his own partiality to his father and Charles Lee?

Because, in spite of everything, he was partial to Charles Lee. The man was loyal to his Order, brave and smart. And those qualities were appealing. He was not sure of Charles Lee’s declaration and especially not sure of how he felt, but he knew that he already thought of the Alpha in a better light than he thought of any other Templar. Even his own father.

Connor frowned.

It was not appropriate for him. It was not appropriate for him to feel this way for a man who did not even respect him. Who apparently may desire him in a way that he did not know how to deal with. Who may or may not have been telling the truth with regard to Commander Washington.

Connor shivered, suddenly unsure of himself.

He needed to discover if Charles Lee had been telling the truth. The Alpha had said that he had evidence, but Connor had yet to see that evidence. And he was not sure he would trust it even if he did see it.

It was uncharitable of him, he knew, but he could not believe that George Washington was the monster responsible for his mother’s death. It could not be true. It could not.

And yet, Charles eyes had nearly glowed with conviction and hate when he had said it. Those were not the eyes of someone hiding the truth, and they were certainly not the eyes of someone who is truly thinking about what he is saying.

But it did not mean that Charles Lee was correct. He may think he is, but Connor will not believe it until sources that Connor trusted confirmed it. Sources such as his elders or Commander Washington himself.

Anything else would be—

George Washington was such an admirable man in his temper, his morals, the way he brought out the best in the soldiers. How could he be responsible for the atrocity leveled at Connor and his people over a decade ago?

Connor whirled around and began heading back. He would need a quick bath to cleanse himself of the filth he was encrusted in after stalking that buck and failing to fell it. He would need to pack two weeks worth of clothes. And he would need to speak with Achilles.

It was past time that he paid the commander a visit and put to rest all his doubts about the man. It was past time for him to make a decision on the alliance.

Somehow, he cannot still his quickly beating heart.

----

One week later, he stared at the commander, at Washington in horrified shock.

“No,” he whispered, unable to believe it.

Washington looked sad and guilty and reached out a hand to Connor.

Connor violently jerked back from the hand, as if it were a poisonous snake.

Washington lowered his hand slowly.

“I was not always a good man, Connor. I did some truly despicable things that I regret and—“

“Why?” The words came out in a raw cry.

If possible, Washington looked even more ashamed. “It was the French-Indian war. My orders were to remove all threats—“

“—We were neutral, joining neither the English and their colonies nor the French. How were we a threat?”

It was unfathomable. Innocent people had died that night. His mother had died that night.

Washington looked uncomfortable. “You were not with us,” he murmured.

Connor stilled.

Was that what this man truly thought? That if they did not join with his cause, that they were automatically the enemy?

He had advised his village to stay neutral in this current war. Would Washington burn them for not joining him as he did so many years ago? Would he slaughter innocents because they refused to die for him?

It was a chilling thought, and Connor felt all estimation he had for the man die.

The Alpha had done it once before. Who was to say he would not do so again?

“You—“ No word was strong enough. No word descriptive enough to contain Connor’s fury, his regret and the yearning stab of his heart.

How could he care for this man? How could he care for this Alpha who had destroyed his life so? What was wrong with him that he still wanted to believe the best of Washington?

“I am sorry.”

It echoed Charles’s words.

“I am sorry that I hurt you. You, I have never wanted to hurt. I—“

Washington’s voice lowered.

“I care for you, Connor. I care for you more than I should, and you are the last person I wanted to hurt and...”

Washington looked away, as if he was unable to face Connor anymore.

“I consider you a friend. More than a friend. I admire you. And I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

Connor’s eyes widened.

Once upon a time, he would have been ecstatic. Once upon a time, he would have offered himself. And while a part of him still wanted to, he was incredulous enough to listen to the other part.

“I cannot work with you,” he whispered.

Washington tensed.

“I cannot work with the murderer of my very own mother.”

“You would abandon the patriot cause?” Washington asked, horrified.

Connor shook his head.

“I will work with the other generals instead and with Master Lafayette. But not you.”

Washington frowned.

“Can you not find it in your heart to forgive me? It hurts me to think that I will never speak with you again, except on formal matters. It hurts that I will not enjoy the companionship I have come to cherish with you. It hurts—“

“What is it with you Alphas,” Connor spat scornfully, “that you apologize and declare your feelings at the same time? Trust and affection are not so easily gained. And I will favor neither you nor Charles Lee in this regard.”

Washington’s eyes grew wide.

“Charles desires you? Charles has hurt you?”

He stepped forward, reaching out to Connor. As if he wanted to take him into his arms.

Connor glared at him.

“He has, but to a lesser extent than you have! His offence is minor compared to yours.”

Washington flinched as if struck, and Connor felt immediately guilty.

Curse his soft heart. Curse his weakness against this man.

“I will,” Connor began again, “continue my activities against the English. I will aide the continental army. But do not expect me by your side. Not for a very, very long time.”

Or ever.

Spirits above, why did he desire the Alpha? Why did he love him?

“Farewell,” he whispered, turning to make his exit.

He needed to leave before his heart broke.

Yeah...but he couldn't possibly know either. No one has told him and he's not from that alternate future like Charles is.

//pets the pretty men//

//sobs//

Connor! ):

Wow, that was really cruel of Charles. He's going straight for the jugular! That's got to hurt.

Love the hint of jealousy you put in Charles, though. I bet he's really jealous of what he perceives as Kanen and Connor's relationship, hehe. Would he be extra cruel to Kanen when he sees him?

//cuddles Connor and Charles//

I don't know if it was written with a purpose or not (though I think it was), but the metaphor with the arrow and fletchings was absolutely beautiful.

Other than that, I really want to hug Connor. He just can't find himself an Alpha with whom he doesn't have (bad) history... Poor baby...

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