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Yeah, I have no idea why I'm so mean to Connor here but he'll pull through, for Kanen's sake

Agrees with other anon above.., and while I'm happy for Charles might still have a chance, omg my washcon feels... Poor George, poor Connor having to give up the Alpha he has loved for such a long time... At least he didn't kill him. I love how George knows he has Charles as a rival, and wonder if he'll try to win Connor back somehow. So will Lafayette be entering the story... never get tired of hearing that crossdressing convo between him and Connor

In Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 40 - Mirror

Charles did not like feeling powerless. He liked feeling powerless even less when there was no reason to feel powerless. But here he was, a year after that joined mission with Connor and Master Kenway aboard the Aquila.

An entire year where the only glimpse of Connor he had had was when the Assassins unexpectedly swooped down into the battlefield and left just as quickly.

It eased the frustration Charles felt somewhat when he overheard similar laments from Washington. The man had revealed the truth to Connor and while Connor still fought for the Patriot cause, he was careful not to interact directly with certain people, including Washington.

If only Charles himself were not also included in that number.

And so he was forced to watch as the Omega who was his wife, who should have been his wife, continuously help General Putnam, converse with Marquis de Lafayette and spend time with every other general in his section of the army. Connor even popped up once to save Hickey from a blow that would have ended him.

It was clear that Connor had not decided to call off the alliance between their two groups. Thomas Hickey was, despite his lust for compensation, still a loyal member of the Inner Circle. And that meant he was solely avoiding Charles.

And that rankled.

He had done what he thought best. Postponed an announcement of a piece of information that he knew would not go over well. Waited for the best time to reveal everything. Done everything but...

“Sir, Commander Washington to see you,” a courier called out.

Charles immediately balled his hands up into fists.

Washington. The man responsible for this entire mess.

He watched as the bumbling Alpha made his way into Charles’s tent.

“George,” he greeted through clenched teeth.

How utterly detestable it was to have to be civil to the man.

“Charles,” the commander returned with equal enthusiasm.

Odd. He had not thought such an Alpha as Washington would be capable of exhibiting such displeasure.

“What can I do for our esteemed Commander-in-Chief?”

He personally hoped nothing, for he wanted nothing to do with the man, but Washington was his superior, and he supposed he must hear him out. How vexing this all was.

To his surprise, the man scowled at him.

“You look upon that which you should not and distract yourself from your duties. Stop it.”

Charles blinked.

That was—blunt. And so wholly unlike the man.

“I beg your pardon?”

Washington slammed his hands down on Charles’s field desk.

“Connor has relayed to me that you have done something unforgivable and even then press your unwanted suit towards him—”

What?

He hadn’t...not recently...

“—and since then, I have personally observed your eyes following him when he joins us for battle—“

Ah. This was still over his ill-advised outburst of Washington’s culpability.

“—It is disgusting.”

Charles snorted. Ironic, coming from the one Alpha who probably watched Connor even more than Charles himself.

“And it distracts you from your duties. I would have you stop.”

Washington hesitated.

“As gentleman to gentleman.”

Charles glared hotly at him.

“Gentleman to gentleman? As if you can call yourself thus!”

The man looked guilty and looked away.

This infuriated Charles.

“Are you not a hypocrite, sir, to be speaking so? Does not your own eyes feast upon the lovely Omega when he appears?”

“Connor is a mesmerizing sight, this is true, but he has made his distaste for your company clear. Out of everyone in the army, you are one of the few he avoids.”

“As are you.”

Those usually mild blue eyes swung around to stare at him. He could see that their owner was startled at his knowledge.

“I know,” he spat, “of what you did to him all those years ago. I know that you are responsible for his mother’s death as well as the deaths of many others of his village.”

Washington looked agitated.

“Did he tell you this—“

“—of what a cold and unfeeling and typically dismissive colonial you were? Of how you did not care what happened to the Natives because you blamed one of their number for General Braddock’s death?”

Charles smirked.

“And now you desire Connor, even though you killed his mother and finally avenged yourself on the very Native that prevented you from saving General Braddock.”

Washington’s eyes widened.

“Oh,” Charles taunted, “did you not know? Connor is the son of the Alpha woman who held you captive that day.”

As he was also the son of that great man who killed Edward Braddock.

Washington looked ill. “I—“

Charles ignored him.

“He did not need to tell me. I already knew.”

That caused a reaction. Before Charles eyes, that trembling weak Alpha turned feral.

“You told him,” Washington spat at him. He stalked toward him, his fury almost palpable around him.

It was now Charles’s turn to become wide-eyed and flabbergasted.

Who was this man? This was not Washington. This was not the self-deprecating and weak commander who could not win a single battle unless he had the help of far more superior minds.

“You turned him against me.”

Charles felt indignant.

“I did nothing,” he raged back. “I was not the one to cause his mother to die, to ruin his life. I merely told him of such—“

“It was not your right!”

Charles stiffened.

“Then whose right is it, commander? Would you let him remain in ignorance of your role forever?”

“It was in the past,” Washington said, deadly calm. “It has no bearing on the future.”

Charles felt himself shaking. In fury, in fear, in revulsion, he did not know.

“It has no bearing on you. You simply did not want him to know because you desire him, and you fear losing him.”

“Did you not do the same? You hurt him and, knowing you, you’ve convinced yourself that it was best for him. You are selfish, Charles Lee. You are selfish and drove away the Omega I love.”

Charles fumed.

“I am selfish? I? Surely you jest. You drove him away yourself, George Washington. If you lose him because, do not blame me.”

“He need never know! It benefits no one that he should know! Who are you to do this? Who are you but another one of his would-be suitors, determined to have him for yourself?”

Charles wanted to punch the man. He really did.

“And who are you to deny me that? That is Connor’s prerogative, not yours. We are the same, George Washington, like it or not. And I will not have you imposing rules on me that you do not follow yourself.”

And with a start, Charles realized that, in his anger, he had spoken nothing but the sheer truth.

“Oh God,” he murmured. “I’m the same as you.”

He felt sick.

Thanks anon! :)

Yeah, poor Connor has terrible luck with Alphas...and terrible taste in them too. Lol! :D

btw, next chapter is to the left. I thought that this thread was getting too squished to the right.

Lafayette will enter the story but very briefly. :) I <3 Lafayette. Such a sexy man...

Speaking of George, he has a bit of screen-time in the next chapter. Hehe. He's not too pleased with Charles.

I totally love you for having Connor rescue Hickey.

This was so full of tension, I was waiting the entire time for the spat to morph into a scuffle. Despite everything, I still side with Charles, since Washington's... reasoning disgusts me and Charles is not the man he once was. Not entirely, at least. Washington, on the other hand... /sighs/ At least Charles never had the intention of keeping it a secret forever, even if he delayed and fucked up, but the commander-in-chief just wanted to plaster a band-aid onto a deep wound which is, at least in my eyes, worse a betrayal than what Charles did.

Wonder how much more time Connor requires to make an appearance. He can't keep those Alphas at arm's length for too long or else they're gonna bite each other's head off lol

Wow, a year? Connor really knows how to make people wait. Then again, he's busy with privateer contracts, Homestead affairs, recruit training, and trying to decide whether or not to give either George or Charles a second chance.

By the way I also love that you had Connor save Hickey, LOL, would not surprise me if some of the single Alphas among the Inner Circle started to try and court Connor. Poor, poor Charles.

I did not see the confrontation between Washington and Charles coming. It must be rather difficult for Charles to confront the man he's spent hating for over ten years and who eventually killed him in the end. Of course he couldn't stop himself from taunting George and suddenly got a glimpse of his past Assassin!George.

Washington did disappoint me with the whole "Connor didn't have to know" and declares Charles being selfish... also wow, that revelation at the end with Charles comparing himself with Washington... he's going to have to work harder to change himself if he'll ever get Connor to be interested in him.

A/N: Did not think I would be able to write with this heat, but the plot bunnies would not give me a break.

Sleep would come in small packages. Ten minutes here. Ten minutes there. But he was always awakened when his sensitive hearing picked up the heavy footfalls that patrolled outside his cell. His sense of time was skewed and he wondered how much time had past since Charles' last visit. Was it dawn already? Without a window to the outside world, the once Templar wondered how the prisoners coped years in here without going insane.

Still... these cells were a better cage than the slave masters had given to him, their 'special' little breeder. It had been much too small, meant for a somewhat large dog, with bars all around the sides and no privacy whatsoever. Hands and whatever people liked to prod him with could slip in through the bars and touch him wherever they pleased, and there was naught the half-native child could do about it. Now that he thought about it, Bridewell was a paradise compared to the slave markets.

He sighed and tried to push those horrifying days back in the past where they belonged. Instead, Connor tried to focus on his future. What would his father expect him to do back in Boston, where he would most likely be under house arrest? Assuming that his Alpha parent trusted him to do anything or be useful to anyone.

Would he ever get married or spend the rest of his days as a spinster? Well, Haytham would most likely want his line to be continued within the Order, but the number of husband candidates must have dwindled considerably. After his actions, no Templar Alpha would ever trust him completely. The Omega winced when he remembered his former fiancé's extremely hurtful parting words.

"I cannot love a fool."

Connor groaned, wishing he could bury his face in his hands. Could he fix this? Somehow repair the damage he caused to their bond before it completely unraveled?

There was a small rap at the door and he automatically tensed.

Was it afternoon the next day? Surely not that much time had passed!

"Connor?" a familiar voice softly called out, "you in there?"

Noah! He had forgotten all about his friend who had accompanied him to Bridewell Prison. Noah must have been searching for him when he failed to come back. Hopefully, the Intel gatherer had not run into the other Templar Inner Circle members.

"Yes, I'm in here!" he called back.

The door opened soon after Noah slipped in, eyes widening in surprise when he saw him.

"Connor!" the older Omega gasped in surprise as he approached the bed. "What in the world happened to you? I've been searching for you everywhere! Are you all right? Who did this to you?!"

Too many questions! He neither had the time or desire to answer them all.

"Yes, I am fine. I'll explain the rest later, but first, will you untie me?"

"Y-Yeah, turn over on your stomach."

Good, so Noah had no idea he had been discharged from the Order and held in confinement as punishment.

Connor quickly complied, holding up his bound hands. The former hunter tensed on instinct upon hearing the sound of a blade being unsheathed. He relaxed as he felt the movements of steel sawing its way through rope.

"What time is it?" he asked while remaining perfectly still.

"Pretty late. It's nearly midnight," answered the Templar behind him. "I thought you might have spoken with your father and General Lee and stormed off without telling me. I was about to head back myself until I saw Aquila still at visitor's stable."

He felt his bonds give and with a jerk, was finally free of them. Connor sat up, rubbing his sore wrists and glanced up at his friend who was staring at him, waiting for an explanation.

"Do you have my weapons?"

Noah frowned before handing him back his dagger. "Just this, forgot I had it on me. The rest of your equipment is with the guards downstairs."

Wonderful. Would the guards just allow him to waltz right out? He couldn't risk, but nor could he fight with his way out of prison with just a dagger. Also, Kanen'tó:kon was still trapped here... assuming the Templars haven't killed him already.

He paled at the thought, and quickly shook his head in attempt to clear it. He need to get to Kanen'tó:kon, and find a way to help him. He had promised.

"Will you now tell me what in the hell is going on?" Noah demanded in frustration.

Connor inwardly winced. He wanted to tell one of his oldest friends everything, but there was not enough time! Also... Noah was a loyal Templar. If he knew Connor was dishonorably discharged and would not help him, the younger Omega would also not accept his help. His longtime friend would be branded a traitor along with him, except he was not related to the Grandmaster would not be spared from execution.

"I will tell you, but can you check to see if there is anyone by the door? Make sure there is no one eavesdropping on us."

The hunter knew what he had to do. Connor just hated that he be the one to do it. Noah raised an eyebrow in confusion but did what he was asked. The older Omega turned around...

Connor bolted to his feet, grabbing hold of his friend in a sleeper hold.

"Do not fight it!" he hissed urgently in the other's ear. "I'm sorry..."

Noah gagged and jerked automatically. Arms flailing until hands latched onto the steady unrelenting grip around his neck. After a couple of seconds of having his air supply cut off from him, Noah was rendered unconscious and slumped heavily within his friend's arms.

Utilizing his second sight, Connor managed to move about the prison undetected. Sometimes knocking out a couple of the guards if he could not avoid them. Guilt gnawed at his conscience when he thought of Noah and how he had betrayed yet another comrade's trust. He was truly a despicable person, but carried on regardless.

He could not allow Kanen'tó:kon to die now. Especially in this dreadful place. He would free the Mohawk Alpha and then... then what? Would he spend the rest of his days being hunted by Templars. A cold chill ran down his back at the thought, but his feet guided him back down to the level he had been before the Inner Circle members lead him out.

It was relief to see his friend alive, breathing evenly from where he slept upon a dirty looking mattress. Except Kanen'tó:kon wasn't sleeping, as one half-lidded eye cracked open. The Assassin immediately sat up, completely alert.

"You almost had me fooled," Connor couldn't help but murmur in amusement, forgetting the dire situation they were both in. Kanen'tó:kon looked like he had been in another brawl with the additional bruise upon his face. "Are you all right?"

"Ratonhnhaké:ton?" his friend asked in disbelief and quickly stood. "What are you still doing here... and what happened to your face?"

His face? Connor brushed a hand over his mouth and immediately rubbed away the dried blood left behind after his father struck him.

"It is nothing..."

"Did Lee do that to you?" the Alpha demanded with a low growl.

Connor shook his head. "No, it was my father."

The intimidating glare his friend wear only intensified. He felt momentarily touched by the concern. But it was fleeting, as was their time.

"I said I would help you get out of this mess, that is why I am here," he explained and briefly looked around. "I'll need to find the guard who is on patrol and get the key to your cell."

Kanen'tó:kon shook his head and pulled opened his palm, revealing a set of keys that had been tightly clenched within his grip. "I already lifted these from him."

He stared in stunned disbelief. "Then why are you still here?"

"I still need the key from warden in order to escape. Unlike you, the guards will not allow me to walk out the front gates."

Connor grit his teeth in frustration. "Are you certain? How do you know this?"

"Another inmate had told me when we earlier when they let us out of our cells earlier."

"You believe him?"

"Yes, he is a big supporter for the Patriot cause and Commander Washington."

The Omega growled lowly but managed to push back his loathing when Kanen'tó:kon frowned at him.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton, I need you to find where they stored my weapons and retrieve my vambraces. They are extremely important to me."

The infamous Assassin's hidden blades, Connor knew.

"Perhaps I should go with you. I can get us passed the guards..."

Kanen'tó:kon shook his head. "That is not necessary. I am capable enough to find the warden and take his keys. Just wait for me here. But, if something goes wrong and an alarm is raised, I want you to leave this place."

The Omega bit his lip, wincing a little at the sting from his earlier injury. "Kanen'tó:kon... I cannot leave you behind. Not again."

His dear childhood friend offered him a genuine smile as he reached between the bars and patted his arm. "You are a good friend, Ratonhnhaké:ton, I am sorry I doubted your loyalty. But you must leave, if I am caught. Please."

Connor swallowed hard and nodded. "Very well. I will oblige if you do one thing for me."

"What is that?"

"Do not get caught."

:O

Oh. My. God.

Connor, what have you done?

Haytham is going to kill him. And Charles will be going green with jealousy and white with fury. And Hickey might die because of this. :O

I so did not see this coming, and I'm completely in shock. :O

This story is getting more exciting by the minute! Although, methinks Kanen now thinks that Haytham abuses Connor. :)

I am rather fond of Hickey (such a delightful character), so I couldn't resist. :)

The testing point for Charles actually hasn't quite come yet. What Washington was going to do was not admirable in any sense of the word, but we have yet to see if Charles holds up better.

No worries. Connor will make an appearance soon. If only to close loose ends.

Lol. Connor needed some time to think and reflect. And not to mention, he's busy chasing those pigs around the farm. :D

Hehe. So far it's just Hickey he's had contact with besides Charles and Haytham (and Biddle now and then). No other offers from the Inner Circle, but Hickey might be hitting on him from now on. :D

One additional revelation for poor Charles, I think. He's too fun to play with.

Glad you're enjoying it anon, to be honest I shocked myself. Originally James was supposed to get knocked out the following day but Connor wouldn't have had enough time to see Kanen. Also, attacking Noah would have been more devestating. Sadly, there's more WTH Connor?! Moments to come

Connor must do something spectacular in order to gain their trust back. :O

//pets Connor//

Aaaannnnndddddd Charles levels up. By like, a bajillion levels. :)

In Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 41 - Gauntlet

He wanted to deny it. Washington was despicable. Not only was he a completely inept excuse of an Alpha (though he was careful not to think about the Assassin that ended his life in the past), he was also a disgusting man.

A disgusting man with an amiable mask and that continuously fooled almost every single person he came into contact with. The Sons of Liberty, Israel Putnam, the other general all thought of him as some grand savior. Some perfect being who stood above all the rest and could do no wrong. They covered for him when his military record should have gotten him relieved from his responsibilities, and it was absolutely infuriating that the council would not appoint someone else as commander-in-chief. Even Master Kenway was somewhat taken in by Washington.

Charles’s mentor believed the man to be incapable but mostly harmless. A man with good intentions and decent morals but without the knowhow to implement any of them.

Washington was anything but. Charles knew of what Washington’s plans before he would have married Connor. He knew what the man was really like.

Weak, and not just in military strength. The man had claimed to love Connor and respect all peoples, but his actions proved differently.

He owned slaves, even though he agreed that slavery was abominable. But he was loathe to free them because he grew too used to his own comfort and the wealth his plantation amassed him.

He had plans in the making to forcefully contain any Native village that did not side with the patriots. Charles knew that Connor’s village was one of the ones being surveyed. As with last time, Washington justified the measures as necessary to win the war. Charles knew that he was only doing so because he did not know any other means of treating with them and did not care to learn.

And up until the day Connor died, Connor had believed Charles to be the one responsible for the burning of his village. He’d believe Charles was the one to kill his mother. Washington had never divulged that secret, not even as Connor was about to marry him. And now Charles knew why. It was the same reason he owned slaves, the same reason he found it easier to spy on Connor’s village and possibly attack them while still making use of Connor’s abilities and wooing the Omega.

Not evil, no.

But cowardice. Convenience.

And Charles was no different.

Hadn’t he hesitated to tell Connor about Washington’s ruthless past because it was not convenient for him to lose Connor’s trust at that point? And he had not divulged his own role in Connor’s life. He had not spoken to Connor of that earlier life, of the man he used to be.

Was that not cowardice in its purest form?

He was not that same man as before. He was more thoughtful now, more appreciative of choice and people different than himself and Connor.

But in this way, he was still the same. And thus, the same as the very man he despised above all else.

“I’m the same as you,” he whispered, loathing in his voice.

Washington looked affronted.

“We are nothing alike. Nothing. I may have not told Connor about my regrettable actions, but it never came up before. There was no reason to, not when we needed his skill on our side. And I would have told him. Sooner or later.”

He probably even believed it too. Charles glared at him, but only halfheartedly. He was too shaken to put much force behind it.

“You had no right to tell him so early and jeopardize the Patriot cause. If it weren’t for the fact that I know you did not have any intention of aiding the crown, I would draw you up on charges of treason.”

Treason? The only one he’d aided was Connor, and they were not at war with Connor.

“Do not be ridiculous,” he snapped. “My actions did not aid the crown in anyway. Connor is still fighting by our side, just not with you specifically anymore. Those charges would never work with the council, and you know it.”

“It could have,” Washington pressed. “We could have lost him and—“

At least here, Charles was different than Washington. At least here, the self he was now understand what Washington did not. He could take comfort in that.

“One man, no matter how capable, is not responsible for winning the war for you, commander. And we owe that one man for all he’s already done for us. We owed him the truth.”

“Do not pretend that you told him out of some feeling of owing him the truth,” Washington roared. “You want him for yourself, and you seek to destroy what I had with him to do so!”

Charles flinched.

That enough was true.

“I know I was selfish. I acknowledge it.” He lifted his chin stubbornly, defiantly. “But that means I can do better in the future. That means I can learn and make amends for what I’ve done—“ in more ways than one and for more things than he’d ever thought about “—and honestly win Connor.”

Strange how the thought served to exhilarate him instead of frustrate him. Any other Omega, Charles would not have bothered.

Omegas needed Alphas in a way that Alphas didn’t really need Omegas. It was looked down upon for an Omega to become a spinster, considered repugnant for an Omega to make his or her way through life without having a family. And while male Omegas did have more leeway than their female counterparts, the expectation still lay there. And the result of that was that Omegas were, frankly, more desperate to find a spouse and to have children.

Connor was different. Connor did not heed those same calls and was perfectly fine without an Alpha. And that meant that it was Charles’s onus to win him, to prove himself.

Charles thought about Connor racing into battle and defeating their enemies. He thought of Connor shouting out orders that all men, Alphas and Omegas, heeded. He thought of Israel Putnam describing the strategic mind that had helped turn the tide of their most recent battle with the crown. He thought of how even Thomas Hickey, rascally lout that he was, said that Connor was “not so bad, fine bloke and Kenway should be glad of in a son” and how Biddle declared him to be a “peculiarly dangerous and awe-inspiring man.”

He thought about how this Connor was so much livelier and desirable than the Connor he had destroyed.

That very independence and competence that made it necessary for Charles to work harder also made Connor worth the effort.

He looked Washington in the eye, challenging the other Alpha.

“Can you say the same?”

Wow... Wow... Wow... You weren't kidding about Charles finally leveling up! He's changed so much he's changed. I love it! I also love the Connor feedback from Putnam and the Templars, wow Hickey... Then again Connor had saved his life. Dying to know if George will persist to win back Connors affection or back off.

Curious, what year is it? I remember Achilles dies between 1780-1781 Connor is going to need emotional support :(

Your comment at the beginning made me crack up with laughter.

*claps* Bravo, Charles, bravo. I'm proud of you, son. Hahaha. Very good chapter, anon, I'm just burning to see Connor on stage once more...

I believe in you writer anon!

It's before the Battle of Monmouth, which was in 1778. I shifted the timeline of hunting Church a bit (that all happened within months instead of over a fully ear). So we're getting pretty close to Battle of Monmouth time. So still a couple of years before Achilles dies, but it's soon. ):

Connor will make an appearance soon. Not to worry. :) And glad you like the note. We are all gamers, after all, so I thought it would be appropriate. :D

A/N: Sleep writing again... zzzzzz

As Connor traversed unnoticed by the guards within Bridewell Prison, his mind - which was always sharp and focused on missions that required stealth - could not help wander in and out of the past. Memories of his training, even though he had believed them to be exciting childish games back then. His Alpha parent, whom he had yet to discover was the Templar Grandmaster, would give him a list of objectives to complete when performing a task.

One of his favorite challenges his father used to give him, was to sneak by unnoticed into the kitchen and steal some cookies. It had actually been quite difficult what with Mrs.Potts' watchful eyes as she tried to prevent the little Omega from spoiling his dinner. But Connor learned how to use distractions, kept his footsteps quiet, maneuvering and hiding himself. When the tasks became too easy, Haytham would give him even more challenges like time limits, or he wanted chocolate macaroons instead of wafers, and a certain plate to serve them on.

But the best part was after the tasks were completed, both father and son would enjoy the benefits of smuggling sweets, much to Mrs.Potts' confusion when she served them tea. Life had been so much simpler then, before the Templars and the Assassins. Before he was forced to choose between the last remnant of his old family and the one he's had the longest.

If only Haytham and Charles could understand.

If only, Kanen'tó:kon had not been an Assassin.

If only he could cast his heart into the crucible, and be free of conflicting feelings and loyalties.

Connor sighed quietly as he knocked a guard out cold before entering the storage room. It did not take long to find Kanen'tó:kon's belongings... which was quite a lot, as the Assassin carried an arsenal of weapons and supplies on his person. Well, the extra weight he carried every day certainly contributed to the Mohawk Alpha's muscular physique. His childhood friend had grown so much since he last saw him, those extra muscles made the Assassin outfit looked a few sizes too small.

While taking a moment to examine the white-hooded long coat Kanen'tó:kon always wear, he realized his own outfit would have to change once he left this place. He would also have to acquire new weapons... and speaking of that, his eyes immediately found those vambraces that his friend had wanted him to retrieve. They were old - perhaps an heirloom from his mentor - but still in very good condition. Needing his hands free, Connor hoped his friend didn't mind if he put them on.

Objective completed, it was now time to return to Kanen'tó:kon's abandoned cell and wait for him to get that key to whatever exit that they would lead them both out. However, just as Connor was halfway to his destination, he heard the pounding of feet against approaching and quickly ducked into one of the vacant rooms. Guards... quite a lot of them, as a few more joined the group in the intersecting hallway. Had Noah or the men he had knocked out, woken up and alerted security?

"Wot's goin' on, sir? Where's the Warden?"

"We don't know, but the prisoner from cell block C has escaped!"

"Wot? The savage that was caused the fight in the mess hall earlier?"

"Trouble making, lout! We outta just get rid of the beast. No one ain't gonna miss 'im!"

"No! General Lee wants him alive for tomorrow. Keep your eyes out for him, men!"

Connor's eyes widen at the information he had just overheard. What did Charles have in store for his friend that was tomorrow? Did it have something to do with Washington's assassination?

He suddenly wanted to follow those guards... but at the same time, he remembered Kanen'tó:kon insisting that he leave. Connor was no longer a Templar, there was nothing he could do if imprisoned again. At least on the outside, he could probably get help. But from whom?

Once he could no longer hear the footsteps of the guards who had passed, Connor stepped out of his hiding place and made his way to the prison entrance. He could very well be captured here, but the odds were low considering that Noah hadn't known about his predicament until discovering him. The former Templar just hooped that the guards would not give him trouble... or he would have to test out how effective these hidden blades really were.

"Hold you!"

Here goes nothing...

"Yes?" he asked upon stopping to face the guards who blocked his path.

"What are you doing here?!" one of them demanded. "It's way past visiting hours!"

"Ah, well this place is like a maze, you see," the Omega answered and appeared to look sheepish. "I lost my way."

"A likely story," the other sneered. "Have you just been waltzing around the place and no one stopped to question you?"

"Everyone seemed preoccupied, but I found my way, and would very much like to leave if you don't mind."

"Oh, we do mind. Very much, you lyin' savage!"

"Shut your mouth, Jacobs!"

Connor tensed even when it was the man who had spoken last who had been addressed. He turned his head to face an approaching prison officer of high rank as the two guards flinched and saluted.

"I'm terribly sorry for their discourtesy, Mister Kenway," the officer addressed him courteously. Connor was stunned how the man knew him. Have they met before?

"It's all right. I was at fault for losing track of time and getting lost so easily..."

"Your disappearance gave Mister Blake quite a scare, sir. We were searching for hours."

It was difficult but he managed to keep a straight face, hoping to beg for Noah's forgiveness one day. "Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience I have caused."

The officer frowned upon seeing him alone, "By any chance, have you seen Mister Blake tonight?"

"Yes... but there were matters he had to take care of before he could leave."

"It is no problem if he is working alongside General Lee."

Charles was still in Bridewell? Connor felt his heart skip a beat in fear and regret.

"I really need to get going," he spoke quickly. "May I please leave?"

"Of course, sir, and once again I apologize for the rude treatment on behalf of my subordinates." The officer extended a hand out to him, which Connor almost hesitantly shook, amber-brown eyes widening slightly in understanding when he saw the Templar ring.

"Thank you."

The confused, paled-faced guards side-stepped out of the way, and Connor walked out of Bridewell Prison a free man.

Well mostly free... he still had an obligation to Kanen'tó:kon after all. His friend was in serious danger if he was involved in one of General Lee's ingenious plans. His former Alpha was clear that the Assassin would be disposed of. Were they planning on using the White Wolf as bait for Commander Washington somehow?

As he road the Aquila down an empty street, Connor heard the sounds of movement from the alley. His eyes narrowed as unease crept up on him. Who were they? Thieves? Or worse, Templars?

With his sharp eyes, he spotted a bare clothesline stretched taunt between two oncoming buildings. Connor spurred his horse into a trot. While maintaining his a grip on the saddle, he gracefully pulled himself up to stand upon Aquila's back as she increased her pace. Once close enough, he leapt up, grabbing hold of the rope and swung himself upwards. Planting his feet onto the clothesline, he pulled himself up in time to see two figures below, who had abandoned the alleys in order to pursue Aquila.

He resisted the urge not to use the hidden blades as he leapt down and tackled them both to the ground.

"Merde!" a voice cursed in French.

Connor was stunned as he sat up while pinning the two down by the back of their necks. He did not know of many Frenchmen among the Templars who served in New York.

"Who are you?" he demanded and pinned them both against the street when they started to struggle to get their legs up under them. "If you refuse to answer me, I will kill you both here and now!"

They tensed, and finally one who wear a tall bear-skin hat spoke up, though his voice was muffled by the ground. "We've met before, Templar."

As if he were struck, Connor staggered away.

"You are... Assassins?"

Indeed these two Alphas were, as they stood up to turn and face him with grim expressions. Although they had had not been introduced, Connor remembered these men had accompanied Kanen'tó:kon when he had arrived to join the Patriots in battle. They could him! Or rather, help their mentor.

"Where is Kanen?" the French Assassin demanded, hands upon the cleavers at his sides.

The former Templar swallowed hard as he stepped forward, "Please, I need your help!"

"You did not answer the question!"

"Why should we help you?"

Connor took a deep calming breath before he spoke.

"If you do not, Kanen'tó:kon will die."

Deeper and deeper. :O Given all that Connor's done, I really wonder if Kanen actively made the decision to kill him at the end, or if the decision was thrust upon him. But wow... :O

Like I said, lots of ups and downs in their relationship, very similar to canon!Connor's with his father.

After a long night of explanations, he was finally blessed with a few hours of dreamless sleep. There were no nightmares of his mother burning along with the village, his father's cold unfeeling eyes, or his former Alpha's rejection. It had been wonderful, until a rough hand shook him awake, and Connor opened his bleary eyes up at one of Kanen'tó:kon's Assassin recruits.

"It's time," Doctor Jamie Collie stated before leaving him to dress.

He changed quickly into normal clothes, trying to dissociate himself from the "Black Wolf" alias as possible. Instead of the dark tricorn that would not matched his outfit of navy and tans, he dawned a hooded cloak for anonymity. He ought to be able to still blend in with the crowds even with it on. From the look of those dark clouds looming outside his window, it was going to rain later on in the day.

Connor met with the Assassins in the pub downstairs, and they immediately stopped talking when he sat down. The Omega gratefully accepted the coffee and biscuits Stephane Chapheau pushed his way, and ate within the awkward silence. He supposed he couldn't blame them for their distrust. Despite his past with their leader, the truce between them, and his discharge from the Order; he was still a Templar at heart, had had close ties with the members of the Inner Circle.

They especially hated the General who had his men spread word throughout the night of the once Patriot ally who had revealed himself to be a traitor, but not only that... Washington's would-be assassin. The Commander would have to attend and watched the proceedings, and while he was unaware, Hickey would make his move.

The Templars would be able to eliminate two enemies at the same time. Quite a clever plan. But from Charles Lee - the man they had hoped would rise to lead the Continental forces as well as the Order, one day - he had expected nothing less. Had it been any other man besides Kanen'tó:kon, Connor would have stood back and allow it to happen.

"So," he began as they rode to where the public execution would take place, "is it just the three of us?"

"No, our brothers will be in the crowds," Stephane explained. "We can handle Hickey's henchmen if they try to interfere when Kanen is free to go after him."

Thomas...

Connor was able to hold back his nausea at the thought of another dead comrade and friend. But there was no way could have reasoned with them... any of them to stop. Hickey, despite his crude and lecherous behavior, was still a faithful member of the Order... more so after William's death. The Assassins were also completely loyal to their mentor, and Kanen'tó:kon would want Washington protected. He grit his teeth in anger upon thinking of that man, and pushed it back, refusing to let it cloud his senses when they were needed the most.

Due to the crowds, the trio had to proceed on foot, weaving around the masses that were there to witness the execution. With his eagle eyes, he scanned among the civilians and saw some of Hickey's men on lookout. Unfortunately, they stood in pairs and could not be taken out without alerting the rest - Connor pointed out as much to his companions.

"No worries," an old man's voice spoke up behind them. "We are prepared."

Connor whirled to face the speaker, an elderly well-dressed negro man who then promptly raised his cane to direct their attention to the two Templar lackeys standing by an alley. A woman, wearing a white cowl suddenly appeared behind them, and snatched one of their coin purses. They immediately chased after her, abandoning their post.

"Dobby will give them a run for their money," Jamie spoke while cracking a smile. "Then again Fillian is faster..."

The hunter turned his gaze where Doctor Collie was facing, and saw a young man with blonde hair also being chased away with guards, and carrying both their money pouches in his hands.

"Both of you," the old man nodded towards Jamie and Stephane, "fan out, there are bound to be more in the crowds."

"Yes, mentor."

Mentor? Connor blinked in confusion. Wasn't Kanen'tó:kon the one who recruited and trained them? Or had this man been Kanen'tó:kon's mentor?

"Achilles Davenport," the elderly Assassin introduced himself upon seeing his questioning stare. "Come along, Mister Kenway, you will accompany me towards the gallows."

After losing sight of the two recruits within the sea of people, he followed obediently after the old man. He made sure to keep his head down and hood over it, worried that his father or Lee's men were searching for him. They must have discovered that he had escaped by now.

Mister Davenport stopped and raised his head, gesturing him to do the same. Connor saw why and felt himself go cold upon the sight of the prison transport approaching. Once they stopped, Kanen'tó:kon was knocked out of the back of wagon, and quickly hauled up to his feed by the guards. Hickey was also over there, most likely to gloat, before shoving the prisoner forward.

The crowds of people jeered and cried out for the traitor's death, pelting him with rubbish and dirt, making Connor sick to his stomach. How dare they? He wanted to scream. Kanen'tó:kon had risked his life fighting in their war for their freedom.

Someone stepped into the path and delivered a punch to the bound prisoner's stomach, and Kanen'tó:kon fell to his knees. Connor growled catching the person and shoving them back into the crowd as Achilles crouched down at his pupil's side.

"You are not alone, your friends are with you, " the old man assured him in a low voice. Connor felt his breath hitch in his throat when Kanen'tó:kon's brown eyes sought his out. They were almost glad to see him. "Only give a cry when you need us..."

"Forget about me, stop Hickey. He is..." The Assassin was abruptly cut off as hands yanked up back up to his feet.

"Up you go! Don't wanna be late for your goin' away party now." Hickey was so preoccupied with leading the prisoner to his death, that he hadn't noticed the glaring old man. He didn't even notice Connor who stared at him with wide eyes.

"We have to get closer, follow me," Achilles ordered as he began to move at a hurried pace. "Once Kanen gives the signal, one of the recruits will shoot the rope before it breaks his neck."

Connor frowned as they came to a stop. "That is cutting it a little too close. I take it you have a skilled sharpshooter among your ranks?"

The Assassin mentor frowned and shook his head. "We do not, but that is why you are here, Mister Kenway. Use those special eyes of yours to free him before it is too late."

Special eyes... how did Mister Davenport know about them? He doubted his father would ever tell the Order's enemies. Unless his childhood friend had told the Brotherhood. That made more sense. Though Connor could not help feel a little betrayed that Kanen'tó:kon had revealed information about him to his comrades while he kept the other a secret from the Templars.

He took a deep breath and exhaled with a shudder upon seeing Charles Lee waiting at the gallows. He should not have been surprised that his former Alpha would be playing the role of executioner. Connor's heart thumped almost painfully in his chest when he saw the look of anger, jealousy, and betrayal upon the man's face the last time they each other.

"Do not deny that you are in love with this friend of yours, that you valued him over the Order and over our marriage!"

The Omega wondered, if he had told and trusted his would-be-husband earlier on about his friend being an Assassin... would things have come to this pass? Would Charles have supported him then and convinced the Grandmaster of a truce with the Brotherhood to have avoided further bloodshed, even if it meant allowing George Washington to live?

Connor glanced over his shoulder, at a distance he could spot the Commander. It disgusted him how he had attended without trying to put a stop to this execution. Didn't Washington himself say that Kanen'tó:kon had been a friend of his? What kind of friend allows the other to die?

"Brothers. Sisters. Fellow Patriots," Charles' voice addressed the masses. "Several days ago we learned of a scheme so vile, so dastardly - that even repeating it now, disturbs my being. The man before you plotted to murder our much beloved Commander."

The General gestured to the bound and stony faced prisoner, and then there were gasps followed by an angry thunderous response from the crowds. Connor saw Charles' piercing blue eyes sweep through the audience, and he had a certain feeling that the Alpha was looking for him. He shifted a little, hiding behind a tall Alpha in front of him.

"Indeed," roared Charles as he carried on. "What darkness or madness moved him, none can say. And he himself offers no defense. Shows no remorse. And though we have begged and pleaded with him to share what he knows, he maintains a deadly silence. If the man will not explain himself, if he will not confess and atone, what other option do we have, but this?"

A burlap bag covers the prisoner's head, and Connor prays to the Spirits, that the Assassin sniper will hit his mark.

"He sought to send us into the arms of the enemy. And thus, we are compelled by justice to send him from this world. May God have mercy on your soul."

Connor unsheathed his only dagger, watching as General Lee steps over to the side, pulling the lever that releases the platform's trap door beneath Kanen'tó:kon's feet. The Assassin cried out to his comrades.

A gunshot resounded in the air, startling the audience. Achilles and Connor, who had expected the noise, were still, waiting for the condemned prisoner's body to fall into the trap door. But the Omega paled as his eagle eyes stared at the unraveling yet unbroken rope

Without realizing the risk that he would be discovered, he through his dagger and sent it sailing into the air. He did not breathe, did no blink, or twitch muscle until the rope was severed and his weapon embedded itself into the platform post. Kanen'tó:kon's struggling body fell through the trap door, and Achilles was quickly on the move to locate him underneath the platform.

Blue eyes immediately singled him out among the panic as the people scattered in fear. Charles Lee was glaring accusingly back at him. He made a move in the Omega's direction until Haytham himself jumped up onto the platform and began to drag him off, and out of danger.

Connor ripped his gaze away, unable to watch them go, as he turned around and fled.

A/N: Since Clipper joined the Templars, I inserted Fillan McCarthy in his place since he is an Assassin in the multiplayer.

I know I keep saying this but OMG. :O Connor just sacrificed Hickey for Kanen. :O

Haytham and Charles are going to kill him. It makes me all the more curious how he gains their trust back... //on edge of seat//

Kudos for a truly lovely installment! :)

Thanks anon, new part is almost done :)

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