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mostly 'cause I can't see Charles being a pedo

Yeah, me neither but I was uncertain at this part, but still poor little Connor.

<3

So hot and steamy and WOW! The sex, the puppies, the tangible affection and love between Charles and Connor...

//melts//

And now the Grandmaster himself. :O Haytham will be really happy to have his son back, but there's no telling how pissed he is that Connor ran off in the first place.

//bites nails//

I wish I knew how Haytham will react, but my hands won't tell me and they're usually responsible for all these updates while the rest of me is falling asleep.

Yeah, but Charles loves his puppies... it's really depressing though that in the xover he practically leaves everything behind to avenge Connor, his pomeranians, his son, Haytham and the order, his servants, ect. It's like Connor had been his whole world ;_;

dropping by to see if you're still planning on updating this. i understand if life is too hectic, but the first part was so good i'd hate to see it end so soon :(

It's like Connor had been his whole world ;_;

Charles has never been the most stable of individuals, imo. He takes momentary leave of his senses from time to time. Also, he had no way of knowing that Kanen wouldn't have come after him as well. The guy killed his former best friend after all, so would have had cause to worry about the rest of his family...

Finding Connor

Chapter 4

“Sir? Are you all right?”

Charles blinked and looked about. The room, the mirrors, the pools, those awful, awful images of what could have been...

All were gone.

But his eyes were still full of the green light, of the knowledge of what could have happened, and he was still shaking.

“Sir,” the voice came again. “What is the matter? Are you well?”

He started at that and focused on the sight of a concerned Mary, hovering over him.

“Mary?” he gasped, wonderingly.

He was...home?

He glanced about and saw the familiar painting of Master Kenway. He felt the smooth edge of his desk underneath his hands.

He was...in his office?

Had it all been a dream then? The green room? Had he been so wounded by the Assassin as to fall into fevered sleep? If he was still about and alive...

Mary frowned.

“Sir, you must not be well. I will call my girls and have them escort you up to rest.”

She moved to all out.

Charles quickly grabbed a hold of the sleeve of her dress.

“No!”

She turned startled eyes to him.

“No,” he repeated again, more softly. He had never found it necessary to raise his voice to Mary in his life, and he would not begin now.

“I am quite well. Merely a bit out of sorts.”

She did not look appeased.

“Sir, we were not expecting you back for another few hours. Were you not riding to the town proper to address the city folk?”

Was he?

How odd.

The last he remembered was ending up in that green room after that blasted Assassin tried to kill him.

Wait.

Charles ran a tentative hand along his side, feeling for the injury he knew he had sustained.

Nothing.

He frowned, gently rubbing the location he knew that bullet had entered him.

It wasn't possible. The Assassin had shot him there. It wasn't possible that there wasn't even a twinge now, that he couldn't even feel a scar or a wound or anything.

He turned wide eyes to Mary.

“Mary,” he began slowly. “I know this may be strange, but indulge me for a moment.”

She creased her eyebrows in confusion, but nodded, loyal as ever.

He paused, not quite sure how to begin.

“Did anything—unusual—happen in the past few days?”

“Unusual?” she repeated, looking no less confused.

Charles nodded.

“Yes. It is quite important.”

She thought for a moment.

“Well, now that you mention it, there was an odd green light that I noticed around 10 minutes ago.”

Charles froze at that.

“Green light?” he murmured.

It couldn't be...

Such a thing was fantastical!

But...

The timing, the coincidence...

“Yes, sir. I thought it strange, since you were supposed to be on your way to town by now, and Master Davies had just finished his examination of Mister Lee...”

All thought stopped.

“What?” Charles grasped Mary's hands urgently, disbelieving his ears.

She looked startled.

“Sir...”

“Please repeat what you just said, Mary. I beg you, do not question me on this.”

“Master Davies left because he finished his examination of Mister Lee,” she began slowly. She looked uncomfortable.

“Sir, what is—“

“And my wife is well?” Charles interrupted.

She pursed her lips.

“As well as he can be in his condition.”

Charles's eyebrows furrowed.

“Condition?”

Mary looked away.

“Master Davies said that Mister Lee is...expecting again.”

But that sounded like wonderful news! Except that Mary looked more troubled than ever.

“You do not look pleased that my family is growing.”

“I am sorry, sir, but Master Davies did not think well of his chances with what happened with the last miscarriage and how he is still insensate...”

Charles released her hands abruptly. He was stunned by the news. Absolutely stunned.

“But I do not doubt that Master Davies will find a solution,” Mary hastened to add, seeing his expression. “He was riding to tell you of the news...”

She trailed off, thinking.

“I suppose,” she continued, “I suppose he must have just missed you.”

Charles would have supposed the same thing. If he had any recollection of going to town and riding back in the first place.

Or of his beloved wife's apparent insensate state.

Something was amiss.

“Mary,” he began again. “What are your thoughts on my wife?”

His eyes caught her sudden guilt, and a suspicion grew in his mind.

“I—“ She looked vastly uncomfortable.

“I will not judge or punish you unduly, Mary,” Charles chided. “You know that.”

She nodded.

“I did not care for him. He was brought into this household unwillingly, and he has caused you much grief in this single year that I've known him. He was unable to give you the Alpha son you desired when he miscarried, and now it looks as if he will never be in a state to do so.”

Charles was speechless.

This...this...

“Despite his relation to Master Kenway, he is in no way like his father. He treats you without the respect you deserve to command from your own wife, and he has long looked as if he preferred death to your company.”

She sighed in disgust.

“You are a charitable husband and my master. I know you care for him, and this sorry business has hurt you greatly. I cannot condone that.”

Charles stirred.

“You said did,” he pointed out.

Mary looked startled, then resigned.

“He is but a child still in some ways. No doubt, he did not learn proper behavior with his wild background. If he had only been under Master Kenway's tutelage and care as he should have been...”

She shook herself.

“I do not dislike him. I cannot. He is your wife, and...”

Her voice softened.

“And it is difficult to dislike someone who has been through what he has.”

Charles was close, so close, to understanding what was going on.

“Oh?” he prompted.

Mary nodded.

“I am sorry, sir. But I had ill feelings when you first set out to capture him. He was an enemy to you, so you said, and fought against your plans. He was not pleased with his pregnancy, and I could see it sapping his strength. And of course, when he learned that George Washington, his old paramour, died...”

Charles grasped the edge of his desk unsteadily.

“Mary.”

Mary stopped.

“Sir?”

“Bring me my journals. I have need of them.”

“At once sir.”

The door opens upon the third knock, and Connor found himself staring face to face with Mrs.Potts. He tries to smile as she stares at him with wide and disbelieving eyes. Then the maid trembles, her lower lip quivers, as tears began to roll down pale cheeks.

"Master Connor!"

Before he knows it, the Omega finds himself held immobile by the elderly woman's fierce embrace. Guilt immediately spikes through him as she sobs into his shoulder. Gently, he returned the hug while whispering apologies into her ear.

Mrs.Potts was the head maid who had served his father before Connor had ever met the man himself. His father had been very fond of her, and he as well as he got used to his new home. She was the first of the many household servants to see past his Mohawk heritage, and had doted on him ever since. He should not have been surprised by how worried she must have been and relieved to see him now.

Unlike the two-years he spent away from home shortly after becoming a Templar, Mrs.Potts had known he was alive and well, by the exchange of letters with his father. However, nearly a year ago, he had walked out of his father's life - and hers as well - without a word.

He closed his eyes, imagining her rushing towards the door and hoping to see him alive and well on the other side for the past several months... and it filled him with shame.

"I am sorry for worrying you so," he whispered softly.

After a few more sniffles, she finally pulled away and apologized rather profusely for quite the emotional display, especially in front of Charles who waved it off. They then stepped inside, and while Connor felt relieved to be home - the first home he has ever known since the burning of his village - he's anxious.

The hunter tries not to show it. He tries not to fidget nervously while his eyes dart about in every direction, expecting his father to swoop down unexpectedly upon him. An arm wraps around his waist, drawing him against a larger frame. Charles embraces him comfortingly from behind, leaning forward to speak softly against his ear.

"Relax, you are home now," the Alpha reminds him. "It will be all right. Do not forget that I am here with you."

He calms down somewhat, pressing up against that reassuring presence behind him.

"Thank you."

The calm only lasts for a couple of seconds as they enter the Kenway townhouse, and he's suddenly bombarded with several emotions all at once. It feels nice to be finally home, to be surrounded by the elegantly furnished townhouse he had loved so... but he also felt like a the little orphan boy all over again. A stranger in a strange new world, completely alone and...

A large hand took hold of one his trembling one and squeezed it comfortingly. He took another deep breath, glancing over his shoulder to see Charles and smiled a little. No... he was mistaken. Connor was not alone, never alone, and this was his still his home. The home he had shared with...

"Master Kenway..."

Connor blinked and followed his lover's icy blue gaze up to the Alpha who stood at the top of the stares gazing back down at the couple. For a long moment, gold eyes were locked on him, before they faded to gray. He swallowed nervously, unable to hide the hurt on his face when realizing that Haytham was trying to see if he was either family or foe.

"Father..." he managed to speak while watching the tall foreboding figure leisurely descend down the steps.

The Templar Grandmaster stared at him, his face utterly blank of all emotion, that put Connor on edge. But he stood his ground, held his head up high, his eyes never leaving his Alpha parent who approached until father and son stood a foot apart from one another. It was only when they were that close did he finally see the longing in those dark eyes and out the mouth quirked just a little, as Haytham held back the words he wanted to say.

What could they be? Connor wondered curiously, though at the same time wasn't certain he wished to know. Unconsciously, he squeezed Charles' hand who returned the gesture even though they kept their gazes locked onto the Grandmaster before them.

"Father," he repeated again with his newly found courage, "It is good to see you."

Haytham's hands twitched at his sides, and he raised them up for a moment - as if unsure of what to do with them - before clasping the Omega's shoulders.

"Connor... welcome home, son."

And those were the only words needed to melt away the tension in the room. Without letting go of Charles' hand, he closed the distance and leaned against his father's larger frame as strong arms encircled him.

He was finally home.

A/N: Sorry so short, I was struggling to figure out how Haytham would react. A part of me was planning on him being cold, but I figure after all these months of worry and guilt, I doubt he would push Connor away. However, there will probably be some punishment for Connor's desertion.

This is sweet! :D

//hugs Connor and Haytham//

I swear, they are adorable. Just the right mix of worry and love and reserve, imo. :D

Heh, poor Charles, that was quite a shock to learn that this Connor was actually an Assassin in this timeline... who was in love with Washington of all people. Quite a shock. It's a good thing he kept journals. I also love Mary's POV of this Connor... I'm sure it's quite different in the First Word timeline where she and the rest of the Lee household servants have adored Connor for quite some time (I do plan on writing that one-shot, but it will probably be after the main storyline).

So is this a tale of two Charles Lees ... Assassin!Connor's worst nightmare? I do like the idea of First-Word!Charles killing his other-self and taking his place (hopefully it'll be in front of Connor, so he'll sort of know what is going on).

Also is this before MoTH!Charles gets Clipper to aid him?

Thanks anon :) Going to have lots of fluffy scenes in the next couple of parts... before everything changes dramatically.

Still deciding on two Charles Lees vs one...but leaning towards two. :D And yeah, Mary's not so fond of Connor, but her first loyalties are definitely to her master and in this universe...

This is before Clipper. :D

Fluff! :D

And angst... :O

Good combo.

Ah, so the story takes place before MotH, should have realized. Also, yay two Charles vs Charles, can so picture First-Word!Charles totally blaming and beating up... himself for what the man did his (not)wife.

This crossover invaded my dream last night - since it was the last thing I read before falling asleep - where in another First Word reality, Connor had lost his family. His father and husband were killed in a fire caused by either Church or the Assassins, and Connor who had been pregnant, miscarried his child. Once he recovers, the Inner Circle promotes him as the next Grandmaster. A year later, depressed and yet somewhat suicidal Connor finds the apple and he and his close advisers: William, John, and Hickey are transported into the MotH universe...

Except, FW!Connor wakes up in MotH!Connor's body... because his counterpart had mentally died during the miscarriage. So FW!Connor is ecstatic at firs to have his family back... except he later feels like a stranger in his own home, his father and husband do not know or really love him... and more angst ensues. Not sure why William, John, and Thomas are around... probably for emotional support.

But FW!Connor is super happy, and tries to be closer to Charles... who is just freaking out that his captive!wife has become his ideal one over night, oh and his dead friends are not so dead.

Anyway, that was the dream... and then I woke up depressed.

Sounds like a fun crossover! I take it it's slightly AU crossover since William and John are still alive? :D

and then I woke up depressed

._.

I hope I'm not depressing you anon! D:

I take it it's slightly AU crossover since William and John are still alive?

Yeah, I have no idea why they were there. But Charles and Haytham were probably stunned by how they were still alive and interacting with Connor. Though I do wonder if MotH!Charles would be jealous of his other-self.

I hope I'm not depressing you anon!

Of course not! It was just one of those dreams I wish did not end... and one I wish I could write /stares at long list of uncompleted fills/

Finding Connor

Chapter 5

A candlemark later, Charles found himself shaking in disbelief and fury.

He had never believed himself to be capable of such...atrocity, but the proof lay within his own hands.

In a fit of anger, Charles slammed down the journal and began pacing vehemently.

These were not his memories. This was not his home. That Mary was not his head maid that he spoke to, and certainly the description of the Haytham Kenway was not of his Grandmaster.

Everything was too different. The events described did not match what he knew, and it was all too bizarre.

Rather like that green room, in fact.

What had that female voice said? That that last image he saw had promise?

It could be no coincidence that he saw the same miscarriage in that image as described in the journal. It could be no coincidence that the Connor in just a few rooms over lay dead to the world even as the Connor in the image never woke.

But what thoughts plagued Charles! How fantastical it all seemed!

A different world, where there was a Haytham Kenway, a Mary, a Connor who lived such different lives. A Charles too.

One who walked a decidedly different path that he himself.

For he was certainly not the absolutely disgusting creature that had written that journal.

He ran a trembling hand through his hair and snarled in frustration.

It was one thing to fight against one's enemies, but...

Forced marriage?

Violation and defilement in a chapel?

Even ignoring the fact that such thoughts made his skin crawl, it was about as ridiculous a manner as one could ever conceive of to gain an asset!

It was absurd to think that an Omega gained through such nefarious means could ever settle peacefully, let alone become an advantageous wife. And to expect such things of an Omega with the strength of Connor...

It was lunacy.

And Charles was revolted.

He remembered his own wedding fondly. His Connor had been radiant, and Charles had never been more happy than when Master Kenway gave him his son in safekeeping. The moment where they each swore their oaths of faithfulness and mutual support was absolutely blissful, and Charles knew that his Connor had been as happy as he.

The thought of what this Connor endured made him feel ill.

Yes, he was an Assassin here. And as shocked as Charles felt at even the thought of his dear wife becoming one of them, it still paled in comparison to the utter disgust he felt at what his counterpart in this world did.

He felt...dirty somehow.

Unclean.

Like the man had somehow reached into Charles's own happy memories of his wife and sullied them with his mere presence.

It was absolutely distasteful, and Charles longed to wash the feeling off of him.

As difficult as it may have been to have Connor as an enemy, nothing could excuse the sheer depravity of what was done to Connor.

An enemy ought be killed.

Not...

Charles shuddered.

Though this Connor was not his Connor, Charles did not think they could be so different as to warrant...

Charles stilled as a thought flitted through his mind.

This Connor was not his Connor.

This Connor was still alive.

Charles's eyes widened.

His Connor was dead, slain by that Assassin.

But this Connor was...this Connor was...

“Connor is still alive,” Charles whispered to himself in wonderment.

“Indeed he is,” came a voice from behind Charles.

He froze.

That voice...

From somewhere behind him, the safety of a pistol was released.

“I would have you turn around, so that I know exactly who it is that has invaded my office.”

Charles gulped, but slowly did as he was told.

If his suspicions were right...

He stared as the owner of the voice came into view.

This world's Charles seemed...

Old.

Strange given that Charles was actually older than his counterpart.

The other Charles stared at him in shock, mouth agape.

It was such an undignified action and looked so ridiculous on him that Charles made a quick gesture. The other Charles quickly shut his mouth.

“I admit,” his counterpart murmured, “that I had not been expecting my veritable twin to be here.”

Charles pursed his lips, annoyed at the observation.

They were nothing alike.

“I am not your twin,” he snapped.

The other Charles raised an eyebrow, though his cocked pistol did not lower.

“Oh?”

There was an unspoken question in that.

“I am from a different...” Charles trailed off, not knowing how to describe his circumstances.

How did one speak of something so utterly unbelievable?

Charles was not sure he believed it himself!

“...place.”

“I see.”

It was clear he did not.

“And what is this...place?”

Charles fidgeted.

“It is...” he struggled to find the words, eyeing the steady barrel of the pistol trained on him.

The other Charles's eyes narrowed.

“Speak, or, likeness to me or not, I will shoot you.”

Would that he could!

“It is difficult and takes much time to explain.”

The other Charles curled his finger around the trigger.

“Then find a way to simplify it. Your last chance.”

Charles considered staying silent for a moment, if only to spite his counterpart.

But he loved life too much.

Even now, bereft of family, of wife, of mentor and Order, he still loved life.

“I am you.”

And he had the satisfaction of watching the other Charles gape once more in shock.

A/N: Warning, OOCness up ahead and an attempt at fluffy crack.

"Things cannot simply go back to how they were before."

Connor wished he had not eaten so much at supper, because he now felt sick by the sullen words his father said to him once they were alone. Already he missed Charles' reassuring presence. But his Alpha had left shortly after tea, and probably already at his own townhouse, being reunited with his servants and beloved dogs.

"I know," he whispered.

His eyes refused to look up over to the older man standing outside his bedroom door, afraid to see the disappointment upon his father's face. Instead, he fixated his gaze upon the elegantly carved wooden box that Master Johnson's gifts had been stored in, along with his own Templar ring. He had thought... had hoped, that with his return he would be allowed to dawn them once again. However, not all had been forgiven.

He had removed the obstacle that was George Washington out of the way so Charles could claim the position of Commander of the Continental Army. He had saved Thomas Hickey who had been engaged in battle with two Assassin recruits. He had secured West Point for the Patriots and prevented the Redcoats from gaining a strategically advantage.

However...

He had been a deserter. The Inner Circle knew of his history with the Master Assassin "Kanen" and what lengths he had gone through to save a sworn enemy. Despite his beliefs and desire for peace by order, such emotional attachments had only caused only disorder. A few of the higher ranking members of their faction did not trust him and was reluctant to allow him back into the fold.

Connor had an inkling of who in particular did not want him, a certain Templar surgeon who had been upset he refused to court his own Alpha son. Before leaving, Charles had tried to assure him not to worry, that Benjamin Church was beginning to fall out of favor with the Inner Circle members, and that many supported Connor's return to the fold. Such as Commander Lee himself, Thomas Hickey, James Collins, General Binns, and perhaps even his own father.

His father who sighed and entered the bedroom, closing the distance between them. The Omega flinched as a large hand settled upon his tense shoulder, and he gazed up at concerned gray eyes.

"How long?" he asked suddenly.

"A few months," Haytham answered as he reached over to brush some dark from his son's brow. "It would take less time, if you were to denounce this truce you seek with the Brotherhood. But I know you."

Connor lowered his eyes, wishing - for not the first time - that it had not been his dear childhood friend who was their enemy. That it could be someone else. Someone who had not been a brother to him, who he still trusted to watch his back - even if the feeling was perhaps no longer mutual. Yes, despite knowing that Kanen'tó:kon was perhaps furious with him for murdering Washington, he still desired reconciliation.

"I am sorry, father."

He wanted his family - all of his family - to stand together, rather than apart in a life or death struggle.

The Grandmaster sighed again, sounding weary and tired. "As am I, child. As your father, I desire to support you in such an endeavor. But as the Grandmaster, the Order must come first."

The former Templar nodded in understanding. Although he admired Haytham's dedication... there was always going to be a small part of him that would be selfish. Wanting his Alpha parent's complete dedication and support, but knowing he will never have it. Instead, he had to be content with what he had: his life.

His life in imprisonment for the next few months it seemed, as Haytham rubbed his shoulder before heading out and locking the door behind him. Connor listened to the sound of departing footsteps out in the hallway, before rising from his bed and began to unpack.

Well, at least house arrest in his own home was better than actual imprisonment in a cell at Fort George. He would have plenty of time to reconcile with his father, while trying to earn his trust once more, and hopefully his place back in the Order. Once his brothers accepted him back in the fold, he would work on forming a truce with the Brotherhood again... have them see that it would be beneficial to both sides as they would not longer be at war.

His thoughts of the future and while sorting out his clothes, came to a halt at the sound of pebbles gently tapping at his closed window. Connor blinked, and made his way over to it. Was someone trying to get his attention? Who could have slipped through Haytham's patrolling Templar guards just to see him?

He slipped into his second sight while peering out around a curtain, and smiled at the vibrant glowing blue individual standing down below his bedroom window. Once open, the cool night's breeze tousled his hair and he shivered in delight. Leaning against the frame, he placed his elbows upon the windowsill, and rest his chin in his hands. Feigning a look of longing, he stared at the moon and sighed.

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet."

A pebble lightly struck one of his arms and his lips twisted into a smirk as he chuckled, "That was not very romantic of you, Charles."

Standing on the ground below, his Alpha frowned up at him.

"Forgive me, Juliet, but I would very much like to speak with Connor now before the guards discover me." Charles took a deep calming breath after a quick glance around the yard. "I have heard that you've been placed under house arrest for the time being. Master Kenway will not allow you to come visit me at my townhouse, so I will come by to visit tomorrow afternoon. I implore you, Connor, do not attempt to sneak out this time."

The Omega had no intention of trying to slip away from the Kenway residence, but he could understand why his lover was worried. This was their second and probably last chance after all.

He smiled demurely and nodded. "Then I will look forward to your visit... unless you prefer climbing up here and staying the night."

In the darkness, Charles' face blushed a deep scarlet. "Are you mad? Your father will fillet me like a cod, if he caught sight of an Alpha in your room at this hour doing..." There was a rustle in the bushes, and Charles jerked over and sighed to see a stray cat wandering about. "I will visit you tomorrow, but we will hold off all other... relations, until Master Kenway gives us his approval."

Connor admitted he was disappointed at the thought of no longer being in Charles' bed, but knew his lover was right. His father would not take to the idea of them having intercourse under his roof (or at all, before marriage) well.

He nodded in agreement, while releasing another sigh of yearning.

"So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee
Take all myself."

Connor heard his Alpha groan in annoyance as he reluctantly gave in upon realizing he no longer had anymore pebbles to throw.

"I take thee at thy word," Romeo pledged. "Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo."

Rather being startled, Juliet smiled back with adoration... before the lovers both paled in shock at the approaching lantern lights in the distance.

"Halt! Who goes there?!"

"Bugger!" Charles cursed out loud before he took off running.

Connor watched him go with mild amusement, knowing his father's henchmen would not catch the man who had already taken off after mounting his horse. He closed his bedroom window and prepared himself for bed.

oops

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG /Hyperventilates/ Charles just met his counterpart, and I love FirstWord!Charles' reaction to learning of what his other self had done to Connor, even if it's not his Connor. I'm dying to know what happens next, and how FW!Charles gets the upper hand what with moth!Charles holding him at gunpoint.

I loled so hard here. :D

Good old Shakespeare to lighten any mood, though I agree with Connor that Charles isn't very romantic. :P

I'm actually really looking forward to Haytham catching them or finding out. Should be major lolz!

Hehe. Yup, Charles is in a pickle. How does he manage to get himself into these?

//tsks//

//pets Charles//

Well, Charles is out of the pickle, and I had fun with the wordplay, but unfortunately not much happens in this chapter. Will try to move things faster.

Finding Connor

Chapter 6

Charles held his breath as the man who was him in this strange world narrowed his eyes in anger.

“Do you believe me a fool,” his counterpart hissed, “to believe such a statement?”

Charles held up his hands pleadingly.

“It is incredible, I know. I can scarce believe it myself. But it is no less true.”

The other Charles pursed his lips.

“I do not suppose you have proof?”

Charles thought for a moment.

“Does not the fact that you have not yet shot me dead stand as proof?”

A raised eyebrow was his only answer.

“I am you, and it is very likely that we would react the same in this situation,” Charles began to clarify. “And I know that, if a strange person who I never saw in my life broke into my office, went through my affairs and his only excuse was that he claimed to be me...”

Charles shrugged.

“I would have shot him for such ridiculousness, no questions asked.”

His counterpart stared at him.

“Do you mean to suggest—“

“—that the very fact that you believe me enough not to have already shot me dead proves that there is something going on that we both do not understand? Absolutely.”

The pistol trembled slightly. None but Charles, who knew himself, and Charles's close friends and family (and Master Kenway) would have noticed it.

And he saw that the other Charles's blue eyes had caught his gaze and understood.

Good.

Yet another point to prove his words.

“The absurdity of your argument is almost compelling in how utterly ridiculous it is.”

Charles snorted.

“And isn't that also proof in my favor? Such a ridiculous statement begs belief for its sheer impossibility.”

His counterpart shrugged.

“You could be a raving lunatic who actually believes in such impossibilities.”

“And yet you do not believe so, else you would already have called your men to escort me out.”

A slight nod of the head.

“And who might those men be?”

Elementary.

“Edwards, I suppose. Possibly Smith and Jenkins. And whichever else of the lower ranks you have on duty. But,” he pointed out, “you know that even a cursory glance at the documents in this room could have given me those names.”

A smirk.

“True. And yet you admit it.”

It was now Charles turn to raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“And why would I not? It would be obvious to me, and so it must be obvious to you.”

The gun lowered.

“You make a rather convincing argument, for an impossibility.”

Then those blue eyes narrowed.

“And why are you here, my impossibility?”

Why indeed.

“I know not,” Charles replied. “I suffered what I believe to be a fatality in the world to which I am accustomed to, and, before I knew it, I found myself here.”

He was certainly not going to speak of the green room, nor of the various lives of Connor that he'd witnessed.

It was not for this poor copy of himself to know.

“A fatality?”

Those eyebrows lifted again in shock.

“How are you alive now?”

What an inane question.

“Such a thing shocks you when the fact that I am here does not?”

His counterpart frowned.

“Make no mistake. I am no less puzzled by your presence here than I am about your being alive after you claim to have been killed.”

His brows furrowed in thought.

“Unless...”

He looked towards his desk.

Charles's blood chilled.

That drawer the other Charles was looking at...it was the one that Charles had put the artifact Master Kenway had given to him in his own world. If his suspicions were correct...

“You suspect Those Who Came Before?”

His counterpart started, as if surprised he knew about Those Who Came Before. But the expression smoothed away before Charles could feel annoyed.

“Of course,” the Alpha murmured. “If you are me, you would know where I would store such a thing.”

“And do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Suspect Those Who Came Before?”

The other Charles shrugged.

“It is as good a guess as any...provided you are telling me the truth.”

Those eyes narrowed again in suspicion.

“What motive can I possibly have to deceive you in this?”

Besides the man's rather despicable personality.

“If you are indeed me, and you know of secrets that I do not, then you would keep such secrets hidden.”

The pistol raised again.

“True. But if I am not, and Those Who Came Before brought me here for a purpose, then who knows what may happen if you shoot me.”

The pistol hesitated.

“And you propose...?”

Charles took a deep breath, settling his nerves.

“I propose that we investigate my presence here together. That we pool our resources.”

A snort.

“You have resources here?”

“I have my own knowledge of what happened in my world that may be relevant. Surely, I was brought here for a reason.”

His counterpart hesitated at that.

“And once we discover the reason?”

“Then we let the father of understanding guide us and move from there, wherever that may be.”

As if by magic, the suspicion cleared off of the other Charles's face.

“Then I bid you welcome, brother.”

The first few weeks of being home were blissful. He had plenty of time to catch up and bond with his father and the servants. Mrs.Potts would tell him all the latest gossip happening in the area, as she fussed over him. After seeing the state of his clothes, she summoned Ellen to come by and to tailor some new outfits for him. As promised, Charles came to visit, every day in fact, so that they could play with Spado and the new puppies in the yard.

However, by the third week, things had gotten rather... dull. The Grandmaster became rather busy with matters concerning the Order, that Connor was not privileged to know since he was still an outsider. Regretfully, Charles resumed his duties as the Commander-in-Chief and was no longer able to come over anymore. The Omega doubted his Alpha was still in Boston, and perhaps returned to his troops.

So Connor had kept himself busy mostly by helping with any paperwork for his father that did not concern the Order. He wrote to Charles, Clipper and Noah every week. Hoping to learn of what was happening in the world outside his father's property. The sharpshooter was the first to write back to him, since he was still in Boston, enjoying his time off with his husband.

He had thought about asking his father if it would be all right to invite the married couple over for dinner some time. However, he did not know if the Inner Circle was aware that it was Clipper who had helped him escape New York after Washington's assassination. The last thing he wanted was for his father to figure it out and punish Clipper for putting friendship before the Order just like he had. Also putting Clipper at odds with James just as it had with him and Charles.

Since he was not allowed to leave the premises and always under the watchful eye of the Grandmaster's guards and the servants, Connor spent a majority of his time reading the books in his father's collection. Every day, for the past several weeks, he would head out to the yard right after dinner to sit underneath his favorite tree and read either until his father called for him or when the sun was about to set.

However, his usual routine was suddenly broken by some strange illness that hit him out of the blue. A few days ago he woke up feeling nauseated. The sickly feely came and went. But just when he thought he could sit down and enjoy breakfast with his father, as per usual, the smell of some of his favorite foods would make his stomach churn.

It wasn't just nausea either. His chest began to hurt a little, his breasts felt swollen and sensitive. He also got exhausted rather quickly.

The hunter, who had dragged a bear carcass for several miles after killing it and a cougar; was suddenly winded after doing something as simple as carrying a few loads of laundry up and down the stairs. He slept longer than usual, sometimes past mid-morning and would end up falling asleep outside. The servants or his father had a hard time waking him, and when he could not be roused, they carried him inside and up to his quarters.

He knew that they worried for him, especially when his condition had not improved. Mrs.Potts doted on him even more, insisting that he stay indoors as she and her girls made sure that he was always comfortable and served him food that agreed more with his stomach. The man-servants refused to let him carry anything. Not even a load of laundry or a stack of books from the Grandmaster's study. They had insisted on carrying for Aquila at the stables, and cared her well in his place.

Then there was his father.

Never before has he seen Haytham struggle to approach him. Even though they ate their meals together - whenever Connor had not been sleeping in - it was always in silence. There seemed to be something his father wanted to ask him, but it was if the words were lodged in his throat and there was no way the Alpha could spit them out.

Connor was almost afraid to hear them, because with the uneasiness upon his father's face, there was no way the news could be good. Was this unwavering sickness really so serious? He did not have a fever, in fact over the past few months his heats had never showed themselves. It was strange, but not unusual since his cycle could be somewhat irregular; but never before has he ever missed more than two in a row.

Finally, his father could not take it anymore. When Connor caught those eerie golden eyes staring back at him, Haytham quickly rose from the table right in the middle of supper, and stormed straight to his office. He wondered what had his Alpha parent seen with those special Kenway eyes.

The following day Doctor White had arrived. He was completely relieved that it wasn't either Church (who did not trust him and vice versa) or Davies. Connor would have been more thrilled to see his friend, if he wasn't so nervous that he nearly vomited on the older Omega's buckled shoes.

Upon hearing of his symptoms, the corner of Lyle's mouth twitched and then during the examination, Connor kept his eyes closed the entire time and prepared for the worst. Finally... finally... when those gentle hands pulled away and Doctor White asked for him to dress, did he reign in his courage.

"How bad is it?" he asked softly, while his trembling fingers moved to re-button his shirt and waistcoat.

Lyle's mouth twitched again, but this time he smiled. Smiled! Connor could not help but feel hopeful. Perhaps his condition was not so serious after all.

"Not bad at all," his friend assured him. "You are pregnant."

The world suddenly spun around him, and quickly Lyle promptly handed him a bedpan that he could throw up in. Well, so much for inviting the good doctor to dinner.

"What?" he mumbled. "Pregnant...?"

Pregnant... he has a baby living inside him. Connor's eyes widened at the realization that he was going to be a mother.

"Pregnant...?" another voice echoed from the now open door.

Both Omegas turned their hands to glance over at an ashen-faced Haytham Kenway.

Oh... Oh no....

"Father..." Connor began weakly.

The Grandmaster's shock immediately contorted into rage that had startled both Connor and Lyle White who shrank away. His father growled, but rather than stalk over to his Omega child, he turned on his heel and immediately stormed out. Out of his son's quarters, out of the house, and was shouting for a man servant to fetch his horse.

As he pondered where his father was riding off to in such a hurry, Doctor White recovered first and smiled again.

"Um... Congratulations?"

A/N: Sorry for the lack of dialogue here, Haytham is a hard character to write. But he should have some interesting things to say in the next part

I couldn't help myself after re-watching a scene from Shakespeare in Love. I also find Charles and Connor being playful absolutely adorable.

Ahh, I loved the exchange between the two. So Charles is going to try and earn his counterpart's trust... and then stab him in the back when he realizes he can't return home? I'm also dying to see MotH!Charles' reaction when he learns of Templar!Connor.

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