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A/N: Wow, two updates in one day - I'm on roll /continues to speed write/

His father had told him long ago, that without order there will be chaos. Connor now sees the truth in those words as a single crack of gunfire, caused hysteria to break out among the masses. People are running in all directions, utterly confused and afraid.

It reminds the half-Mohawk of that dreadful night nearly fourteen years ago. Except it is the colonists who are in a panic now. There is no fire, but a drizzle of rain that makes the ground shine wet and puddles fill up. He is still running, still searching; but not for a loved one. No, the Wolf in sheep's clothing was looking for a way out of this madness.

As he rushes passed some of the fighting going on in the streets. Assassins and Templars paid him no attention but if they did, they would probably wonder what side he was on. Connor wasn't sure if he had a side to belong to.

He had foiled another Templar plot, giving himself away upon saving Kanen'tó:kon from being hanged. Charles had seen him. It was his dagger - a gift from his beloved his father - that had cut the Assassin free and was left behind at the gallows.

They would hunt him down and kill him, believing he had defected to the other side. Except that he hadn't. He was not an Assassin.

Connor desperately wanted to believe that, until he caught sight of his reflection from a window he had ran passed. A glimpse, he saw a man who was him and not him at the same time. Definitely not the man that the Templars had raised. No, instead he saw stranger that looked like an Assassin, wearing a dark hooded cloak and hidden blades. He was a shadow of Kanen'tó:kon, and of himself.

He shook his head, and nearly ran into a fight going on between Stephane and a Templar mercenary. He needed to get off the street, away from the fighting and damn reflections. Ignoring the French Assassin, who called out to him, he spotted a lift and ran towards it. After stepping on, he used Kanen'tó:kon's hidden blade - the only weapons he had left - to sliced the rope. The Omega felt the ground leave from beneath his feet as he was propelled upwards.

Once on the rooftops, Connor had a good view of the chaos below. Further down the block he had passed he saw Hickey was being held up by a few Assassin recruits and was trying to fend them off with a musket. Spirits, if Thomas died because of him...

He took a step forward, and nearly tripped on the dead guard that was laying by his feet. Leaning down, he pried the loaded musket out of the corpse's hand and took aim. He only needed to injure a recruit and give Thomas the advantage in order to escape.

He fired, hitting the recruit in the leg, and causing the young man to stagger backwards. Hickey recovered first, as he clubbed the Hessian who he had been fighting and viciously rammed the bayonet end into the wounded Assassin's abdomen. The Omega winced in sympathy, dropping his own musket.

The Templar looked up at him in confusion, but mouthed a single name that suddenly had him running again:

Washington

If he was going to die, executed for treason against the Order, then there was thing he had to do: avenge his mother. It had been that man who ruined his life and many others, who nearly cost Kanen'tó:kon his. Not only did the Commander have to answer for his crimes, he had to be stopped before having a chance to repeat them again.

With his second sight, he sought out his glowing golden individual and found him a short distance away, being ushered back by a few bodyguards. The hunter increased his pace, breath burning in his lungs. He dashed across the rooftops, managing to not slip on the slick surfaces, while closing in on his prey.

Another gunshot rang out. One of the bodyguards who had been guarding the courtyard they had lead Washington in, fell to his death. He didn't know where the shot came from, didn't particularly care, as it was one less man he had to kill.

Once he was close enough, he leapt down onto the ground. Ignoring the jarring impact that sent shockwaves of pain up his legs and back, the Omega darted up and over the concrete walls before the soldiers noticed him. There were only a couple of the bodyguards left now, some of their comrades lay dead in the street, which left Washington unguarded in the courtyard.

He slowed his breathing, hoping it would quiet his rapidly beating heart as he approached his target from behind. The Commander was completely unaware of his presence, to focused on the commotion going on outside. Once Connor was close enough, he moved up behind the man and brought the hidden blade to his throat, he used his free hand to relieve Washington of his pistol.

"Do not make a sound," he hissed in the startled Alpha's ear. "Speak one word, and you are dead."

Washington tensed in fear and complied when Connor pressed the cold steel again exposed pale skin.

"You have no idea," Connor breathed in deeply, "no idea, how long I have waited for this. To finally be able to confront the Colonel who ordered my village to be destroyed, and it's people - those who survived - to be enslaved."

His target went completely still for a moment and then began to tremble.

"You may have forgotten... but I have relived that night over and over again, nearly every single day for the past fourteen years."

The Mohawk Omega briefly wondered if the nightmares would go away after Washington was dead. He continued on while keeping his eyes trained on the unsuspecting guards over his captive's shoulder. It really wouldn't matter though. Washington's life was in his hands now. They could kill him afterwards and he would probably let them.

"You saw us then as ignorant savages who deserved death simply because we did not side with your forces. We did not side with anyone, and yet you condemned my people into slavery, to a lifetime of suffering. Ripped our families apart."

He grit his teeth at the memory of hands poking out between the bars of their cages, trying to reach out to their loved ones. He remembered Kanen'tó:kon straining to touch him, to lay a comforting hand upon the sobbing little Omega after the slave masters were done having their fun with him for the night.

"It took every shred of willpower for me not to kill you back when we met in Independence Hall and then again before the battle... you know the one, your friend 'Kanen' and I won for you. You called him your friend, even though you ruined his childhood and are here to watch him die for treasonous acts he never committed."

The hunter growled lowly spotting a pin prick of red in the distance rushing towards them, "He is coming to save you, you know. But I will not allow him to."

Washington turned his head to the side to look upon the Mohawk with regretful eyes, "Connor... please..."

His lips quirked into a mocking grin as he shook his head. "I believe I told you not to speak."

The hidden blade bit deep as he sliced open the Commander's throat.

By the time the bodyguards turned to see their charge lying brokenly in a pool of his own blood, Connor was already gone.

In Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 42 - Monmouth

“Ready the cannonballs!” Charles hollered, staring grimly at the marching band of red-clothed men.

Damn Washington. Damn him for putting Charles in charge of this battle.

One of his men lit the fuse and the cannonball went sailing directly into a regiment of the crown’s troops. The attack took out many of them, but Charles could already see more troops following them behind. And while he could pick them off with his cannon, he only had one cannon and would likely run out of cannonballs before the crown ran out of troops.

Charles cursed.

“We’re almost out of cannonballs, sir,” said one of his officers from his place by the cannon. William Hays, Charles remembered. “We won’t be able to hold them back for much longer.”

Damn.

Charles looked over at the redcoats closing in on them. He considered his options. He could retreat. Order his men to back away and leave while they were still able to. Let the French Marquis deal with this battle.

If he retreated now, it would be devastating for the war. The crown would march on New York as planned, and they might take the city. The French Marquis and all of his men would likely die unless they, too, retreated.

Charles spared a look for the man and noticed that he was busy shouting orders to his own men, frenetically organizing his troops in a way to contain the vastly superior force of the crown.

Charles chewed his lip. It was so, so tempting to leave and retreat.

Let M. Lafayette deal with everything.

But...

Charles did not despise the French Marquis like he despised Washington. The Alpha was intelligent, accomplished for his young age and full of promise. And Connor liked the man. He chose to help Lafayette more than any other general around and...

Charles heaved a sigh.

“Continue loading,” he ordered William. “We cannot allow them to reach New York. We stay and fight.”

“Yessir.”

He looked around searching for a runner.

“You,” he snapped.

A young Alpha made his way hesitantly to him. Charles whipped out a parchment and a quill and quickly scribbled something on the parchment.

“Give this to Commander Washington.” He handed the hastily scribbled missive over. “We are in dire need of troops, and I would have his command join ours.”

The words tasted bitter on his lips, but he knew that he could not turn aside this force alone. As repugnant as the notion was, he would need Washington’s help.

The things he did for Connor.

----

A stray bullet hit his cannon-loader, and the man went unconscious.

Bugger.

“Sir, we need the cannon-fire!” yelled one of his other men, busy picking off the remaining enemy troops.

Charles knew that. But he didn’t have anyone else to spare. Every one of their positions was crucial right now, and if he shuffled them around...

Charles felt like laughing suddenly. Was this how he was to die? Was this Washington’s revenge on him?

He had another thought and looked down at the pendant still around his throat.

Or was it that woman in white, determined to keep him away from Connor? And what better way than to make sure he died?

He growled at the thought. Let the woman do as she will. He would not give up on Connor. He would fight until he won him over, even if it took their entire life.

He turned to take hold of the cannon himself...and stopped.

And stared.

“General Lee,” the woman reloading the cannon addressed him. “I will take my husband’s place.”

Charles blinked.

An Omega woman. Loading a cannon. While the crown marched on them.

He smiled then, a mad smile that threatened to suffuse his whole body in ironic and glee. A strange proposition given the army marching on them, but he could not help it.

“Your name?” he asked, determined to confer upon the woman a rank if they all survived.

“Mary Ludwig Hays McCauley, sir.”

“Well, Mary Ludwig Hays McCauley. Welcome to my command.”

“Delighted sir.”

And with that, she sent another cannonball flying.

Charles watched as a slew of enemy troops fell.

----

Despite all their best efforts, they were still losing.

Charles was beginning to despair that Washington’s support would ever come.

And why should he? It was the perfect way to rid himself of a rival, the perfect way to revenge himself upon Charles for letting Connor know of his part in Connor’s past. All without incriminating himself.

Is this what Washington meant when he said he would win Connor back? Did he mean so by treachery?

“We’re out of cannonballs sir,” Mary called from next to him.

He spared a look at her.

Brave Omega, just like Connor. As proud and free, too. Willing to die for loved ones and a cause greater than oneself.

He would be sad to die without seeing Connor again.

“Go,” he ordered her. “Take two of my men to help carry your husband out. I would not have you sacrifice your life for this futile hope.”

She looked sternly at him. “With all due respect, sir, I could not do so. I am a loyal Patriot. I fight so that my family will have choices. I fight so that my friends will have freedom. I would die for it.”

And Charles...

Charles could not breathe.

He saw in his mind, again and again and again, Connor willingly walking towards death. He hadn’t understood then. He’d blamed it on Washington.

But...

Connor had always been grasping for choice, for freedom. And he’d only taken his life when it became clear that Charles would never have allowed him any.

If...

If Connor never wanted him, did Charles ever have the ability to let him go?

The woman in white was one thing. Charles would never give her the satisfaction of bending to her will. And Washington was another. He would not bow to that insipid Alpha.

But if Connor asked it of Charles himself...?

A body crashed into him. A bullet whizzed by his head.

“Well, that was a close one.”

Charles looked up to see Connor, beautiful, fierce, determined Connor, staring at him.

“I brought reinforcements.”

Charles looked and saw Washington and his regiment.

Oh.

So that's how Connor earned both the Templar and the Brotherhood's enmity.

Lol, Connor certainly knows how to get himself in trouble, eh? :D

Love, love, love what you did here. That Connor saved Hickey, that he killed Washington.

And I can't wait to read their confrontation. :D

Oh, my GOSH

JUST FLAILING NOW. THANKS FOR THE AMAZING UPDATE AND DON'T MIND ME ANON

Yeah Connor is kind of a loose cannon going off on both sides here. He's going to be on the run now, constantly looking over his shoulder what with two opposing factions looking for him.

3 if you count the Patriots. :)

Squeee! Loved this chapter, so glad Charles didn't abandon his post and was prepared to fight to the last man in order to defend New York. Nice tie in with the historical reference of Mary Ludwig Hays McCauley loading the cannons in place for her wounded husband, and how her words were just another eye-opener for Charles.

Of course the end with Connor showing up to save Charles (btw, how did his conversation with Washington even end?) <3 I'm sure Washington is all bitter to come to Charles' aid, but doubt he could turn a request from Connor down.

True, but I don't really count them... rip down a few wanted posters and they'll forget all about your crimes.

Thanks! Glad you're enjoying the story thus far, anon :D

Hehe. :) Washington didn't back down. He didn't say yea or nay, but he said that he would win Connor.

I thought Molly Pitcher was a super awesome person, so I couldn't help but include her. :)

A/N: I seriously need to lay off the caffeine, not only does it keep me up at night, but also makes me write crazy things...

Although the military had tried to suppress the news, within the span of a few days, Washington's death had spread across the city of New York like a wild fire. All around him, he heard the nervous whispers of how he had been assassinated - attending a public execution for another suspected of such a crime - and the murderer was still on the loose. The colonists were mostly frightened of the British seizing hold of the once liberated cities now that the Commander-in-Chief was dead.

After he eavesdropping on some Patriots, he was relieved to learn that Kanen'tó:kon had been pardoned, thanks to General Israel Putnam and Samuel Adams. He could only hope that the Assassin had left New York already, and back to that Homestead of his. After being nearly executed for treason by one of its generals, no one expected the infamous White Wolf would continue to lend support to the Continental Army. Which suited the Templar Order just fine, he was sure.

Speaking of which, Connor was absolutely terrified of confronting the Grandmaster or General Lee again. He knew they were looking for traitor, sending out their mercenaries to comb the entire city just for him. They also wanted Washington's murderer alive, according to the town criers, all the wanted posters in the area, and orders from Patriot officers to their subordinates. Never before had he constantly used his second sight, avoiding all those who were red and even tinged blue.

Connor managed to avoid all coffee houses, inns, and general stores where he might be discovered. Living on the streets of Boston for five years, the former orphan knew how to sustain himself on little food for days. His body could handle the drops in temperature, and he knew where to find shelter in musty cellars or attics. Most times he could make use of the underground tunnels in order to travel about the city unnoticed.

Until recently, General Charles Lee placed a rather large sum on his head to be brought in alive. Soon the area would be flooded with bounty hunters. If he did not leave New York soon, it would be only a matter of time before he was caught. The only option he had was to leave the city. However, the hunter could not just run off to live in the Frontier with just the clothes on his back.

He would need his horse, his traveling pack and other supplies... all of that he had but left behind with Aquila. When Connor had tried to circle back to get her, she was no longer at the stables. He spotted Hickey's men on lookout, and knew the Templars had taken the mare. He could only hope that she would be properly cared for despite her master's transgressions.

With the Assassins and the Templars hunting him, and all the inhabitants of New York city on lookout for a half-native Omega male, he needed help. Unfortunately, his list of allies was drastically short, and he finally had no choice but to ask one of the orphans, whom he always gave coins to, to discreetly deliver a message for him.

A couple hours later, Connor found himself caught in Clipper's sudden embrace.

"Were you followed?" was the first thing he asked.

The other Omega, who finally managed to pull himself away while blushing in embarrassment, shook his head. "No, sir. I made sure no one was tailing me. Your delivery boy found me while I was out running errands. So no one will be expecting me back until later."

Good, the last thing he wanted was to get Clipper into any trouble.

"Did you bring what I asked?"

"Sure did. Got your traveling pack, some new weapons, supplies, and a bonus."

"A bonus?"

Clipper smiled as he stepped out for a moment to guide a beautiful black horse inside the abandoned barn Connor had took shelter in. The Mohawk's eyes widen in surprise. He approached his closest companion who appeared thrilled to see him as well, giving him an affectionate nudge.

"Aquila... did you have any problems freeing her?"

"Not at all. Mister Hickey's men had been taking care of her, and you know they're not the sharpest tools in the shed. I was able to sneak by and lead her out without them noticing."

The hunter gave his former pupil a proud and grateful smile. "Thank you, Clipper. I am sorry for all the trouble, and will repay you when given the chance."

"Think nothing of it, sir. I owe you plenty after all that you've taught me over the years." The sharpshooter stopped smiling and became serious. "The Patriots have set up checkpoints around the city under General Lee's orders."

Connor's blood ran cold as his good mood dispersed. He paled, placing a hand over his chest as the Omega could have sworn his heart had stopped beating. He did not think Charles would act so quickly. Did his former husband-to-be really wish to see him hanged this badly?

"I suppose I could try to slip out when soldiers change shifts at night."

Though he really didn't feel like navigating around the Frontier so late at night, but what other choice did he have?

Clipper looked hesitant and almost afraid. "Not sure if that's a good idea, sir. They'll be doubling the guards at night and... that Hessian will also be making rounds."

That Hessian... just so happened to be Gerhard von Stantten, one of the most ruthless and intimidating Templar he has ever had the displeasure of knowing. Gerhard was cruel and sadistic, especially towards enemies to the Order. The Grandmaster, his own father, must really want him dead.

How was he going to leave New York? It was definitely not going to be as easy as Bridewell Prison. Perhaps he and Clipper could find a convoy, and he could smuggle himself out... but again, he did not wish to put his friend - perhaps his only friend left - in danger.

"I might have an idea," the other Omega spoke up suddenly.

Connor perked up a little. "Let's hear it."

But instead of talking, the sharpshooter swallowed nervously as he pulled out an extra traveling pack and handed it to him. He stared at in confusion and then back to his friend who could not meet his eyes. Taking a deep breath, Connor peered into the bag and saw a dark navy blue cloak. At least that's what he thought the garment was, until pulling it out and holding it up for examination.

"Clip...Clipper...?" he stuttered, eyes widening in disbelief.

His friend swallowed hard as he began to explain himself.

"I figure everyone's on the lookout for a half-native Omega man... and not a..." Clipper couldn't finish as just made a gesture towards dress. A dress. A colonial styled dress - that looked like it could fit him - with a matching bonnet. An outfit that was meant for a woman to wear.

Connor stared at the dress, then back at his friend as if he grew a second head - that happened to be Thomas Hickey, and then back at the offending garments once more. In the back of his head, the voice that was responsible for a lot of his mad last-minute plans, thought this crazy idea was actually a good one. Clipper had a point, no one would suspect a... woman. That is if he could actually pull one off.

He grimaced upon seeing the cosmetics in the bag that Clipper explained, he had borrowed from one from James Collins' maid. Makeup. He would have to wear makeup.

Connor cringed.

Oh, the things he did to survive.

This... this is... I don't even know what to say. I was so happy to see three updates, and all so damn exciting. Read everything in one go. This fill is gold. Gold.
Though Charles wants him alive, no? So they might not want to actually kill him. He saved Hickey and disposed of Washington, after all, and it was their objective. Perhaps Haytham wants to salvage what is not yet lost... Needless to say, I'm very excited for more. Clipper is such a sweetheart <3

*claps slowly*

Charles stepped up a notch. Again. The character development here is inspiring. And so are Mary's words - you deserve a medal for including her. Damn, this fill gives me so.many.feels. Can't wait for more.

Wow, anon! You're definitely on a roll! :D

You're doing an absolutely stellar job of describing Connor on the run. I can really feel how hesitant he is to do anything he'd normally do, how restricted he feels and his sadness that those who were his former allies are so eager to see him dead.

<3 Clipper's involvement, and the dress and the makeup. :D

Thanks anon! Mary's the epitome of awesomeness. :D And I just had a feeling that someone who took her husband's place at the cannon would say something like that to Charles. :D

Though Charles wants him alive, no? So they might not want to actually kill him.

Connor believes the Templars want to kill him, because Haytham had said that betrayal was punishable by death but chose to spare him at Bridewell. However, after saving Kanen - Charles saw him, and the dagger that was use to slice through the noose was left behind at the gallows - he's betrayed the Order a second time, and by doing so Connor believes he has signed his own death warrant.

Clipper is such a sweetheart <3

Yes, yes he is. Which is why I made him a Templar so he could help Connor in the more dire of situations. I do feel bad for replacing him on the Assassin side... and killing that replacement.

Thanks for reviewing anon :)

Yeah Connor is in a really tight spot right now with Charles leading a manhunt after him. Thankfully, he's not completely alone as he has Clipper to aid him in this dire situation. I couldn't resist not having Connor cross-dress especially after the interactive conversation with Lafayette when he explains that cross-dressing helped him avoid the King's men, and Connor saying he would have done the same in such a situation LOL.

Heh, I do wonder what the Templars would think if they knew

"This is not going to work."

"For the last time, you look lovely, sir... er... ma'am... miss, sir."

Connor rolled his eyes. Although, he did not have a mirror before him, the hunter did not believe he looked 'lovely'. In fact, he was quite certain that he looked ridiculous. What with his face lightly dusted with powder and lips painted.

The half-native wear his hair unbound, to curl around his face and hung in long bangs over his brow. Regrettably, he unbraided the small lock of his hair, removing the beads that he had always wear. In place of a tricorn, he slipped on a bonnet - thick ribbons were able to hide his adam's apple - that was dyed a to match the rest of his attire.

His dress was a dark blue, the sleeves reaching to the elbows, fringed with white frills and lace, white and light blue ribbons crisscrossed down the front, above the stomacher, and modestly hid his (lack of) breasts. The full skirt allowed him to keep his trousers on - thank goodness - which he rolled up to his knees.

He sighed in resignation, allowing his features to soften and hoped he could at least pass off as an Alpha female. "I hope this works."

Clipper gave him an encouraging smile before climbed onto Aquila's saddle. "Don't worry it will, no one will think twice. If I did not know you were you, and fancied our female counterparts, I would most desfintly be trying to court you..." The Omega trailed off and flushed in embarrassment when his mentor gave him a pointed look. "Sorry sir, er... miss..."

"I suppose I am flattered," Connor gave his friend a small and amused smile before he pulled himself up onto Clipper's horse, Firelock. They rode off further into the North District, the nearest and less crowded checkpoint. It was awkward riding with both legs one side of the horse, but the Omega male managed for the sake of appearances.

He was still convinced he looked ridiculous.

If worse came to worse, he and Clipper could fight their way; but hopefully it wouldn't come to that. He truly did not want his friend entangled anymore in the mess that he had created. After all, the other Omega was going to get married soon and... oh... oh no...

"I... Clipper I am sorry."

His former pupil glanced back at him in confusion.

"Sorry for what, sir? If it's about helping you, do not worry. I owed you for a long time and..."

"It is not that," Connor hesitated as he glanced down at his hands for a moment, bare now as he had removed his Templar ring and would not expect to be wearing any kind of wedding bands in the future. "I will not be able to give you away to Master Collins as I said I would."

Clipper looked disheartened by that but unsurprised. "I know. You're in trouble, and can't come back to New York, not until the tension dies down."

"Not ever."

The Omega stared at him, devastated. "I don't understand, sir. Surely General Lee and Master Kenway can't stay mad at you forever. What about Boston, you have a home there as well and..."

Connor shook his head.

"I am saying goodbye, Clipper."

The moment his dear friend looked away to blink back tears, Connor immediately hated himself. He hated that he hurt Charles, his father, Kanen'tó:kon, Noah, and now Clipper. The satisfaction he felt after avenging his mother and people, was fleeting. He felt hollow inside after realizing just how much he had lost.

The Omegas remained silent the rest of the way. As soon as they arrived at the checkpoint, Clipper had put on a flawless mask and briefly explained to one of the soldiers, that he and his fiancée - gesturing to Connor - had family business to attend outside the city. He kept his gaze lowered almost the entire time, only raising it slightly as a few guards were staring at him.

Connor hoped he wasn't sweating off the makeup. The hunter could only imagine how awkward he must have looked. He was certain that these men must have been trying to debate his nature and gender in their heads, or maybe it was obvious and they were wondering why an Omega male was trying to hard to pretend that he was lady.

While hiding how nervous he really was, Connor lifted his head slightly and gave them a demure smile. Almost immediately their cheeks flushed rosy. Such an odd reaction. Maybe they were embarrassed at being caught staring, or had recently finished all their rum rations, or... maybe Connor actually did look like a lady.

No... it had to be the rum rations.

Oh sweet merciful deity that he did not believe in, he hoped one he knew - besides Clipper - ever found out about this.

Fortunately, they got passed the checkpoint without a hitch. Just as Clipper predicted. They continued to ride in absolute silence, trying to put a few miles distance between them and New York City. Once they were far enough, Connor hopped down and took cover as he scrubbed his face clean, before changing changed into normal - men's - clothes. Afterwards he and Clipper traded horses again.

"Thank you again for your help, Clipper, I won't forget it."

His friend reached over and hugged him again before handing him a piece of parchment with a few names and an address on it. Connor looked up in confusion.

"Hunter Wilkinson," the sharpshooter said one of the names he had written down, "one of my older brothers. He never writes... so you can use his name when you write to me. The address there is to my place in Boston, and only I have access to it."

Connor was about to protest, after all it would be devastating for the both of them if the letters were traced back to him. But the imploring look his dear friend wear, made him reconsider. It would be nice, to be able to still communicate with his only friend as he lived in self-imposed exile.

He tucked note safely away into his trouser pocket, and smiled. "I will write when I am able."

Clipper nodded, returning the smile with some relief.

"Good luck, sir."

"Take care, my friend."

The two Omegas then mounted their own horses and went their separate ways.

I cried at this anon. I really did.

//wibbles//

<3 Clipper, <3 Connor and everyone else too. Connor's disappearing into the wilderness...and Clipper's going to get married, but I hope that they don't discover that he helped Connor to escape...

And Charles must be near frantic right around now, especially when he doesn't find Connor.

How long does Connor stay hidden?

How long does Connor stay hidden?

Quite awhile actually, Kanen and the Templars are still looking for him but the Patriots are more focused on the war now. Thanks to Eagle Vision and his hunter's instincts, Connor is a step ahead of his pursuers. They'll find him when he's ready to be found

:D

Charles is going to be driven mad lol.

In Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 43 - Yes

Washington.

Charles stared.

The man was actually here. He hadn’t really expected him to come.

He stared some more.

As if sensing his gaze upon him, Washington turned to look him. Those normally congenial blue eyes seemed somehow bitter, but not at Charles. No, this air of displeasure was directed inward, and Charles wondered just what had happened to bring the man to this pass.

Or, for that matter, what brought the man to Charles’s side, here and now.

To his surprise, he watched as those pale blue eyes lowered, and Washington, his hated rival, nodded to him.

Connor must have seen his blank uncomprehending stare because he laid a gentle hand on Charles’s arm and steered him toward the battlefield once more where, Charles was gratified to see, Washington’s men had engaged with the crown’s forces.

They had a chance after all. But how?

“Commander Washington had some—reservations—about the strategy of joining his troops with yours for this when he received your message.”

And yet the man was still here. His presence probably saved Charles life even.

“I might have advised him to change his mind.”

Charles turned to look at the Omega.

“You may have saved my life, then,” he murmured, unsure of what to think.

Those amber-brown eyes turned to him, searching out his own.

“I know,” the Omega whispered back.

“Does this...” he began, not quite hoping for more, not quite daring to hope.

“The war has need of you, Charles Lee. It took me a long while to realize this, but you are a fine strategist and tactician, and it would be remiss of me to let this grudge between you and the commander deprive the continental army of one of its beloved generals.”

Oh.

Charles wasn’t sure what he could say to that, so he stayed silent, turning his attention back to the swarm of men in blue uniforms engaging the men in red.

“I will join the troops and do my part.” And before Charles could say even a word, the elusive white-clad figure that haunted his dreams slipped away.

He tried to ignore the ache in his chest, and thought about that question he had been considering before Connor appeared.

Could he give Connor up?

If Connor asked, could he give Connor up?

He shivered and drew his coat closer around him.

“You should rest, Charles,” came a weary voice from behind him.

He glanced over to see Washington, somehow looking older than he had ever before. And tired.

Just like him.

“I cannot,” he replied. “Resting while Connor risks his life...”

Washington shook his head.

“You will do no good strung out as you are after your earlier travails.”

Charles snorted.

“You hardly look better.”

Washington bristled at that, but then deflated just as quickly.

“Suit yourself.” He turned to leave.

“Wait,” Charles called out.

Washington did not stop.

“Why are you here?”

Washington did not answer.

“Why would you come to my aid, when my death could only help you?”

Washington stopped at that. Stopped still, his back facing Charles.

Still, he did not answer.

In that silence, Charles persisted. “Why?”

If it came out a little more hoarse, a little more raw than he had intended...well, he had just finished an entire afternoon of yelling at his troops and commanding men. He could not be blamed for it.

“I do not owe anything to you,” was his answer.

Charles nearly snarled in frustration. “But you owe something to Connor! You owe everything to Connor.”

That back stiffened, then relaxed. Its owner resumed his walk away from Charles.

“Not anymore.”

Charles, about to follow, stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide.

Did that...

Before he could collect his thoughts, Washington had begun directing his share of the battle.

----

Charles felt a burning pain embed itself into his leg. Cursing, he staggered to his knees, gripping his leg as blood rushed out.

That was right idiotic of him.

He looked around but saw that no one had recognized his plight. The crown was stronger than they all thought, and Washington was still shouting orders, changing his strategy as more news came in. They were still holding their ground, but barely. They had made a significant decent in the crown’s forces, but it was not quite enough yet to ensure that they could not successfully march on New York.

And if it was not enough, then it would have all been for nothing.

He looked over for the courageous woman who had manned his cannons earlier and was heartened to see her still on the battlefield, bringing pitchers of cold and much needed water for the thirsty and overheated troops.

He would have her remembered. Remembered and ranked. Practical, courageous and resilient. Was there ever another Omega like that?

A speck of white in his peripheral vision caught his eye, and he turned his head to see Connor whirling about the battlefield, leaving destruction and mayhem in his wake.

Yes, there was.

He just didn’t know if he would ever have him.

The pain flared again, and Charles glared at the bullet wound in his thigh.

Bloody inconsiderate of the crown, to inconvenience him so. It had probably been a stray bullet, but it certainly did its damage.

Grimacing, he undid his coat and began tearing off strips of his inner shirt. It had grazed him, the wound only needed bandaging. He winced as the pressure spiked another burst of pain.

He bore it though, and tightly wrapped the strips of cloth about his thigh, sealing the wound. It was painful, but necessary.

Open wounds could not heal without being bound and treated, no matter how much pain needed to be endured first.

He looked up again at Connor, only to see that the white-clad form had disappeared off the battlefield.

Pity.

He loved seeing Connor in action, displaying all his unique capabilities.

----

A yelling as one of the crown’s soldiers broke felled one of Washington’s men and made his way toward Charles.

Charles made to grab his sword and face the man, but the ache in his leg reminded him of his injury. Nonetheless, he closed his hand around his only means of defense and prepared himself to face the onslaught.

He met the first strike as it came at him from above, then turned the second as the Alpha sought to impale him. He did well enough on the next few maneuvers, caught as he was, by his bad leg, but he soon found that his luck ran dry.

The force behind the blows soon wrenched the blade from his nerveless fingers, and he stared at the man grimly, seeing his death in the enemy soldier’s face.

Doubtless, he would be killed but...

Well, at least he would have tried his best.

And that was something. That thought was comforting.

And he was dying on his terms. Not because Washington was avenging Connor, not because the woman in white had decided to remove him permanently, but because he was, even now, still reaching towards that goal that he wanted.

He watched the sword move towards him, seeking to end his life.

Would he give up Connor if Connor asked? Would he?

He closed his eyes.

Yes.

When no sword pierced him, when he breathed still, he hesitantly opened his eyes again.

The sword was frozen an inch from his face, a green force suspending the fine steel.

“Perhaps you are not as useless as I had thought you would be.”

Wow, I knew Connor had something to do with Washington showing up to help Charles, and I wonder if Connor has told Washington either he has no chance or that he's already chosen Charles, otherwise I can't imagine Washington's unexpected concern when he tells Charles to rest if not for Connor.

Then of course the end with Juno saving Charles' life. Either she realizes Connor's choice and/or Charles finally willing to let Connor go if he asked.

Poor Charles keeps getting injured in this story, hope Connor will nurse him back to health again :D

Yeah, kind of his own fault for ending things so badly during their last conversation. Think Haytham and Charles were expecting Connor to make amends somehow after the Assassin and Washington were dead, they would welcome him back to the Order and Charles and Connor would be engaged again. Unfortunately, between Kanen and Connor, nothing goes quite as planned.

:) Washington won't tell, hehe. But, imo, Connor gave him a piece of his mind about putting his own personal concerns over that of the war and made it clear that there could be no them.

Yeah...I like injuring Charles. :)

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