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This is awesomeness, please, please continue!

lawl!

OMG Charles is soooooo dead.

//laughs so hard//

I wonder if Haytham knows it was definitely Charles...or if he has other suspects in mind.

It'll definitely be rather complicated. Neither trusts the other, but they are willing to investigate together for now. :D

And MotH! Charles would be so jealous.

Haytham believes that Charles is the father/culprit because he saw how close and clingy Connor and Charles were when they had arrived

I wonder how the servants will take to seeing their master's long lost twin brother. But OMG dying to see MotH!Charles to be jealous over himself.

Don't know if anyone is following this anymore, but the revamped first chapter is now on A03 at this link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/881271

... I think I might just fill this, although it would be my first fill and perhaps not the best.

A bit swamped right now. Delaying update until tomorrow.

Same here... and sort of having a Haytham block for the last part /shakes Haytham/ why are you so difficult to write?!

Anyway, can't wait for more of this wonderful fill!

Moth Charles is being a pain too. ): Just not cooperating. I'm going to go read some pervy fic and see if I can get the perv! Charles bunny back.

Oh? is Moth!Charles (who I now picture as a moth with a mustache) going to do something pervy to Connor while FW!Charles is nearby?

who I now picture as a moth with a mustache

//Spits out drink//

Trolololol!

You made my day again, anon. :D Such a funny image...

But yeah, MotH! Charles has no reason to change from his habits just yet (it took the good doc lecturing him). He has no reason to change now because of FW! Charles's arrival.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, had a writer's block and /cringes/ kind forced this one out. Please watch your step for the major oocness and sap below

Hours later, after Doctor White had left and Mrs.Potts managed to get him to eat something, Connor was still a complete mess. His father had still not return from wherever he had stormed off to in shock and rage. Emotions, he still could not believe, after learning of the new addition to their family.

Were not children supposed to be a blessing? Did it really matter that he was unwed and his child was illegitimate? His parents had separated before he was born, and his people had always made him feel welcome. After living as a street urchin, he could handle the scorn of colonist society.

If Charles chose not to marry him and his father kicked him out, he still had enough savings to raise the child alone... Connor shuddered at the thought. The Omega had just got his family back, and to loose it again... Reaching down, he stroked his flat stomach, and imagined how swollen it would become in the months to come.

He could do it if he really had to. He could be both a mother and a father to the child. He could raise and love the child, just as both his parents had done with him at different times in his life.

Connor's pacing about in his quarters came to a stop as the hunter's sensitive ears heard the door to main entrance open and several pairs of footsteps. His father was home. His father was home and had brought guests.

He chewed his lip nervously, wondering if he should go down and greet them or wait to be summoned. The latter was probably best, since the Omega did not want to provoke his father any further. So Connor sat on his bed, hands fidgeting in his lap, and waited until he heard the sound of footsteps approached the door before it opened.

"Miss me, sweet'eart?"

Connor stared blankly back at a smiling Thomas Hickey who strode right into the bedroom as if he lived there. Stunned amber-brown eyes followed the Templar as he approached the bed... and flopped down beside him. For several minutes no one said anything as the Omega stared bewilderedly at his intruder who sighed tiredly, closing his eyes, as if he were ready to doze off right then and there.

"Thomas?" he finally managed to get control over his vocal cords. A soft snore was his only response, prompting the Omega to nudge him. "Thomas!"

Another snore.

Connor frowned. He knew the older man was sober, otherwise he would have missed the bed completely, and would have crashed onto the floor face first. He nudged harder until an eye finally cracked open to look back up at him.

"Mmm..?"

"Drop the act and please tell me what you are doing here."

Then man gave him a smirk, both eyes now half-open but were completely alert.

"I 'eard ya got a bun in the oven, and Charlie is the baker's man ya played patty cake with, am I right?"

Connor quickly looked away, frowning with a blush staining his cheeks.

"What are you doing here?" he repeated through clenched teeth, "aside from making light of the situation."

"Oi, don't be like that, Connah. I meant no offense. Just wanna congratulate the new mum, that's all."

Connor's frown wavered as the Omega turned to glance back at the older man who actually appeared sincere. He sighed, rubbing his weary eyes. "I wish you would have just said so."

"I just did say so." The man chuckled at the younger's annoyance. "Quite a sight, it was, big man 'Aytham come chargin through the fort and draggin poor ol' Charlie practically by the ear."

The Omega winced. It was rather easy to picture that scene of his father storming passed all those soldiers and dragging their Commander-in-Chief away from his post like some criminal.

"Wait... is Charles here to?"

"Yeap, 'Aytham didn' wanna embarrass him in front of the generals. Brought 'im 'ere so that 'e could talk to the both of ya together."

That made sense...

Steeling his nerves, Connor abruptly stood up from the bed. "Why did you not say so from the start?"

Hickey just gave him a cheek grin as he followed suit.

"Though' I'd let Charlie sweat a lil' more."

And Charles was indeed sweating when Connor entered his father's study. The Commander was pale and he kept his eyes down even when the Omega, who was now carrying his child, entered the room. It was rather distressing to see the Alpha in such a state, withering away in guilt and shame as his mentor continued to glower at him

Avoiding his father's eyes, he approached the large desk where the Grandmaster of the Templar Order was seated behind, and sat down in the empty chair beside his lover. Connor reached out, placing his smaller hand upon a trembling gloved one. The Alpha stiffened, and slowly blue eyes lifted to meet his.

But before either of them could say anything, Haytham cleared his throat. Immediately, Charles looked down. The second most powerful man in the Templar Order looked like a kicked puppy that made Connor want to take him in his arms. Instead, he turned and faced his father who was still glaring heatedly at the other Alpha.

"Father," he nervously began and wilted a little when those glaring eyes turned towards him, "I was hoping we could discuss this like gentlemen."

Gray eyes narrowed and Haytham's lips thinned with displeasure. "I would have liked that as well, if there were any of those in the room with me."

Connor's shoulders sank, as did Charles' when he glanced over at his lover.

"Father..."

But the Grandmaster did not wait to hear his weak protest and fixated his icy cold glare back on his second. "How could you both be so irresponsible? Especially you, Charles, I trusted you and you had no right to bed my son and get him with child!"

If possible, the Templar Commander wilted even further. "I know, M-Master Kenway, but.."

"But nothing!" Haytham growled. "Do you have any idea what kind of situation you have put my son in? How much scorn he will face for having an illegitimate child!"

Despite the fact that he felt guilty for Charles' being blamed for what they had both done together, another part of him was genuinely happy that his father still cared so much for him to be this upset.

"M-Master Kenway, I plan on..."

"Taking responsibility," The older Alpha interrupted." If you weren't my successor, I would have your head facing in the opposite direction of your body! But you and Connor will marry, and your child will be legitimate."

Connor felt his mouth open, but he could not find the words to say. It was true, he wanted to be Charles' wife, but not like this. Not when his Alpha was being forced because Connor just had to be a demanding vixen who picked the lock to Charles' room so they could sleep together.

"Master Kenway, sir," the once shaken Commander spoke now with determination in his voice. "Please forgive me for my transgressions. I would be more than obliged to make Connor my lawfully wedded wife, and not just because of the circumstance - a blessing as it is - but because I am in love with him."

The only Omega gasped out loud, heart racing at the sudden confession. A hot wetness stung his eyes, and slowly trickled down his flushed cheeks. Although he had hoped... and expected.. and doubted... it was overwhelming to hear those words now.

Charles loved him...

Him...

"My dearest, Connor," the Templar began as he got up from his seat to kneel down in front of him, "Will
you marry me?"

Words could not express how overjoyed he was. Charles loved him. He was going to be the mother of Charles' child and his wife. Everything he had wanted in his childhood, even though he did not deserve it, was all finally coming true!

"Yes..." the answer came out before he could even think, throwing his arms around the Alpha. "Yes!"

Finding Connor

Chapter 7

Despite their understanding, Charles found the next few days to be rather...trying. His counterpart was seemingly suspicious of his every move and watched him with the caution of one used to treachery. Given the Church affair and the necessity of a healthy sense of paranoia in their line of work, Charles would have disdained him if he did otherwise. But the man lacked any sense of subtlety, and it was frustrating to see a man who could have been himself so inept at even presenting a veneer of civility.

He walked to the breakfast table, looking forward to a light repast to break his night's fast. The other Mary nodded to him as he passed, though Charles could still detect a shine of confusion in her eyes.

“Mister—Lee,” she hesitated on his name, looking decidedly uncomfortable at naming him so.

Mary, at least, did not disappoint. She was as sharp as she was in his home, her astuteness recognizing when something is not quite right with the story of this 'cousin' of this world's Charles as he purported to be.

It made him miss his own Mary and Ronald. He thought back to them with regret. He had repaid their service most ill, running off in the pursuit of the Assassin and getting himself killed for his efforts. His son Haytham, Master Kenway, Spado, his other Pomeranians and all the servants...

Were they faring well with his disappearance? Was the country faring well? Was he missed?

He shivered and wrapped his jacket more securely about himself. It was difficult to think of what he had left unattended in his mad pursuit of that Native Assassin. It was difficult to think of the family that he'd left behind for the sole purpose of taking his revenge on Connor's old friend.

The worst was knowing that Master Kenway was right, that Connor would not have wanted Charles to focus all his energies on vengeance.

His Connor would not...

His Connor would not have wanted him to leave their son behind.

“Mister Lee.”

Charles started and focused on Mary.

She looked back at him, patiently repeating the question that Charles had been too lost in thought to hear.

“I've instructed the cook to arrange Master Lee's favorites. Would that be according to your own taste?”

“Hm? Oh yes,” he murmured absentmindedly.

She looked no less concerned and wary, but nodded, giving a slight bow and slipping away on silent feet.

Good God, it was like being awakened in a strange place after one had drunk far too much. Everything seemed familiar, but nothing was. And he could only fret about the son he left behind, the mentor he left behind, the beloved little Pomeranians he left behind.

And his wife's belongings. A reminder of the love that had been between them.

Connor...

He closed his eyes briefly and thought of that small boy he had found in the streets, about to take a bite of that no doubt infested bread. He thought about the boy growing up, becoming capable, dangerous and beautiful, like the edge of a knife. He thought about the boy playing with Spado and the others, of the way his face would light up when he saw Charles's dogs.

He thought of Connor's face when he took him for the first time. Beckoning, teasing, mischievous...and loving. Theirs was a partnership in more than just name, and Charles missed his Connor so much...

Charles opened his eyes and continued making his way to the dining room. He felt regret, yes, but not for what he had with Connor and not for the desire to pay back the Alpha who robbed him of his wife. He could have pursued it in a more rational manner, as Master Kenway suggested, but that he pursued it at all was not something he felt ashamed of.

He loved his wife. He loved him.

He walked through the doors to the dining room and abruptly paused at the sight of his counterpart, casually flipping through his ledger. His mood curdled like old milk.

“Good morning,” he murmured, trying to be polite.

His counterpart looked up, expression likewise unimpressed.

“It is rather late to be waking just now,” he pointed out coldly.

The other Charles wouldn't know civility if it paraded in front of him as an undressed Connor.

Though with the way the man treated his own wife...

“You too would be a bit tardy in rising if you found yourself in another world where things had gone differently after you died in your own,” Charles responded testily.

The Alpha snorted.

“Thankfully, such a ridiculous notion could never happen to me. I suppose we'll just have to study your past to understand what makes you such a...unique individual.”

Charles's lips thinned, but he held his temper in check.

It really wouldn't do to get mad at the man who was, effectively, himself.

“I disagree. It would be more useful comparing our two accounts to locate which amongst the myriad differences in our lives led to my being brought—“

Charles paused and gestured at his surroundings.

“—to this most charming,” his voice dripped with sarcasm, “world.”

The other Charles bristled at the insinuation.

“How I manage my own home is my own business and none of yours. And I thought you already knew of my background through your,” the man sneered, “trip through my journals.”

Charles gave him that with a nod. He would be similarly displeased if the roles were reversed, and he'd learned that this strange Charles had gone through his own journals.

“I was only able to read a couple of the most recent volumes. The earlier events, unless referenced by those, I am not privy to.”

The other Charles looked a bit mollified but no less suspicious.

“Then we will trade,” he declared. “Since you have already delved into my own past somewhat, it is only fair that you start with yours. When I am satisfied, I will grant you more information.”

It was hardly fair, and Charles clenched his hands. But he knew his options were limited. This was his counterpart's home, and he stayed on his counterpart's hospitality.

Limited though it was.

“Very well.”

He held out a hand to shake.

The other Charles looked at his hand disdainfully, but put his own up.

They reluctantly shook.

“I will expect you after supper, then, as I have affairs to put into place between now and then. And certainly, it is not a conversation to be had during dinner.”

Charles nodded.

“But,” the Alpha continued, “we can only speak a couple of hours today.”

Only two hours?

“With your usual schedule, there is plenty of time left after supper,” Charles noted. “At least 3 or more. Surely, there can be nothing urgent after supper?”

His counterpart snorted at that.

“I have...”

He paused, as if considering his words.

“I have certain activities planned, and I will not put them off.”

Certain activities?

Charles took in the smirk on his lips and knew instantly.

He was planning on spending the night with Connor.

This was so cute and snuggle-able! :D <3

I love how like a puppy Charles was. Apt analogy too...

And Connor being so well-contained and (comparatively) calm in this situation. How like him too!

Especially loved how ecstatic they all were at the end there. :D Happy endings abound!

...well, until Church strikes. //bites nails in worry//

The other Charles wouldn't know civility if it paraded in front of him as an undressed Connor.

OMG ROTFL!!! Now I have the mental image of Connor casually waking around naked in front of Charles who is struggling to get some work done.

Then the end where Moth!Charles is of course putting his lusts before uh... himself, was amusing. Especially when FW!Charles just wants to deck his counterpart in the face.

Thanks anon! I love how happy they both are in the end and Haytham would be glad for them if he wasn't annoyed

Seeing how FW! Connor is, I can totally imagining some rather kinky bedplay. :D

And yeah, Charles is fairly annoyed with MotH! Charles. Their interactions are certainly not pretty...

//hugs Charles and Connor//

They're so cute!

//snuggles Haytham too//

And I adore how protective he is of his son. :D

And I adore how protective he is of his son.

Well even though his son is grown now, Haytham will always see him as the little boy he found and brought home during a blizzard.

Heh heh, well their version of the Honeymoon is coming up, any kink suggestions? Also... moth!Charles spends 3 hours a night playing with Connor?

It will probably always scare him how easily Connor could have died that night, of exposure if nothing else. ;_;

Kinks...hmm....

//blushes//

Toys come to mind, if Charles has any on hand. :D I doubt Connor would have any. Can just imagine the look on Haytham's face...

MotH! Charles doesn't spend 3 hours every night...but on occasion...

Finding Connor

Chapter 8

Charles sat in one of the opulent chairs in the sitting room, waiting for his counterpart to finish his affairs. He would have liked nothing better to wait in the office as he was used to, but, well, it was his counterpart's office, and it would be wrong of him to enter when express permission had not been granted.

And no permission would be forthcoming. Unlike what they had agreed upon, the other him had somehow discovered extra work to be completed prior to their conversation after supper and had retreated to his office to finish it.

Given that Charles suspected the Alpha meant to alert the Haytham Kenway of this world, he was not altogether surprised that he received no invite to join the man while he worked. He would have done the same thing, suspicious as he was.

The acknowledgement did not make him think any better of his counterpart. The man was still a bastard, and Charles was vehemently glad that events in his own life had shaped such that he did not end up like his counterpart.

Why, even the very thought of the way he gained his wife and then treated Connor made him shudder.

Impossible to imagine that they could be the same person, but if circumstances had been different.

It was laughable to think that he could have become such.

Him? Forcing himself on Connor, even a Connor raised as an Assassin? In a church? And even now visiting his attentions on him when he was pregnant and unconscious?

It was despicable, and Charles hated that this was a version of him.

The knowledge that this could have been possible...it polluted the cherished memories he had of his wife.

The door opened, and Charles looked up to see his counterpart frowning at him.

“Well?” The Alpha gestured. “Are you planning on sitting there for the rest of the evening?”

Charles felt like growling but settled for stalking firmly into what should have been his office.

Impossible that this utterly tactless and rude man be him. Impossible that there could be the slightest chance that he turn into this.

He sat down crossly in one of the guest chairs, laid out specifically for others of the Order.

“You are making yourself awfully comfortable,” his counterpart noted with a dark look.

Oh for the love of...

“Pardon me,” Charles drawled, “if I assumed that you would not like me sitting in your chair. I believed that the only other chair in the room should suffice for my needs.”

He was gratified to see the other Charles's lips thin in anger.

The anger dissipated all too soon. It rankled him that he could not irritate his counterpart as much as the man irritated him.

“Not at all,” his counterpart confirmed.

Good.

“And where shall I start?”

His counterpart looked at him in consternation.

“Do you have no idea?”

Bloody no!

Good God, Charles hoped he was not quite so obtuse in his own world. It would mortify him to learn that he was.

“I do not,” he stated firmly and unequivocally.

If he had, he would not have asked.

“Well,” his counterpart began, “the answer to your presence in my world must lie within the differences between our two worlds, so why don't you tell me what is different.”

Charles shook his head.

“There are too many minute differences. Surely you cannot believe—“

“We need to start somewhere,” his counterpart pointed out. “It is a good a place as any.”

Perhaps he actually had a point with that.

Charles nodded and conceded the point.

“Well, one of the differences straight off between your world and mine is that your Washington died of a much different reason than mine did.”

“Oh?”

Charles frowned.

“Yes. In my world, Connor killed him—“

His counterpart cut him off.

“Connor killed Washington?” His voice was incredulous, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Charles snorted.

Of course it would be difficult for the Alpha to believe, as the Connor of this world was an Assassin rather than a Templar like he ought to have been.

“Of course.”

He stalled for a moment, amused by the confusion in the man's eyes. They were so like his own and yet...not.

He relented though as he saw that confusion turn into outright disbelief. It would not do to be accused of lying to the man. He still had need of him to discover exactly why he was brought here and how he might return home.

Even a home devoid of his wife.

All mirth escaped Charles at the thought, and he resolved to explain himself.

“My Connor is different than yours,” he stated quietly. “His home was sacked and burned by Washington's men. He himself was sold into slavery, but he managed to escape before they could use him. He lived a while in the streets before he came across me walking Spado. I felt...pity...for him.”

And who could not when faced with a starving small Omega child such as that?

“And so I gave him a few coins to stave off his hunger.”

Charles swallowed, remembering that awful image of the heavyset stranger on top of Connor. That could have happened had he not been feeling charitable that day. His Connor would have had his innocence ripped from him at such an age. And then he would have died, strangled by that stranger who used his body.

Charles would never have come to know him. Master Kenway would never even have known he had a child.

His counterpart frowned.

“I am surprised the Connor of your world does not detest you as mine does me. How did you manage to get him to overlook your earlier actions?”

Charles blinked owlishly at him.

“I'm afraid I do not follow.”

His counterpart made a gesture of irritation.

“The choking of course.” Then, to himself, “he never did get over the choking.”

Charles felt ill.

“You choked Connor when he was an Omega child?” He was aghast.

His counterpart looked at him curiously.

“You mean you did not?”

Charles nearly sputtered in indignation.

“No! He is an Omega child! I could never—“

The other Charles cut him off.

“And that expedition with the Order, sans Master Kenway, to locate that precursor site. How did you go about it?”

“I look about!”

“And you did not come across any small Native children?”

Charles had to swallow at that. His counterpart caught his hesitancy immediately.

“So you did...” the man crowed.

“No,” Charles whispered. “It was not Connor. It was another boy. An Alpha.”

The other Charles snorted contemptuously at him.

“And you think it better, that you choked a little boy Alpha while I choked Connor? You think yourself above me?”

...no, Charles did not.

It was wrong of him to have done so and ultimately created the Assassin that was so pitted against him now. It created the very Assassin that killed Connor.

A thought came to him, and he paled.

Was that why Connor's old friend had murdered him? To get back at Charles? Because he could not forgive the Omega for marrying Charles?

Bile rose in his throat, and Charles shoved it down bitterly.

If he was the cause of Connor's death, then...

No! He was not. He could not be.

That would be too cruel.

“And tell me,” the other Charles taunted. “What happened to that little Alpha you choked? Did he die? Or is he still alive?”

Charles swallowed thickly. His tongue felt numb in his mouth.

“He became an Assassin.”

And his counterpart laughed.

Oh the ironies... it all started when Charles choked the wrong child, but I'm loving their interaction. Oh, anon why did you end there?

Going to be a little late updating tonight, got distracted by youtube videos again.

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