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Once again love the exchange with Charles and Charles, it seems things have calmed down between them somewhat. I also love FW!Charles' perspective on Doctor White and the other Templar doctors and the difference between Davies and Church (and OMG, how guilty Charles must have been for recommending Church when the other two doctors were unavailable).

Can't wait for Lyle to make his appearance, and perhaps between FW!Charles and him, they'll convince Moth!Charles to stop forcing himself on Connor.

I also wonder when FW!Charles gets to talk to this Connor, thinking he's unconscious, and slowly spills everything. So when Connor wakes up, it's not so shocking.

Anyway, was too tired today - so no new update, but I'll definitely be working on it when I have a chance this weekend.

Thanks anon. :D I'm quite addicted to their banter and can't help myself. :) It'll probably be only a little while for Doctor White to make an appearance. Now that MotH! Charles knows he was friends with Connor, he'll definitely make a beeline for the Homestead.

Looking forward to reading more of FW! :)

Another random anon, too. Amazing authot!anon. Amazing. I adore AltMal, this is wonderful.

A/N: ~~Once again~~ Please forgive all the glaring mistakes in this part, have a huge headache and there's no Tylenol in sight.

At first, being robbed of his sight and mobility, had put the hunter on edge. Never before had he felt quite so helpless. Naked and without his weapons, bound and blindfolded, the hunter had been wary of this game his husband was playing. There was a tiny bit fear, but it was completely dwarfed by the fact that the one who put him in this state was his husband whom he had just married a few short hours ago.

His husband loved to play these kind of games. Connor could admit he had not liked being restrained the first time back at West Point. But he trusted Charles, and being restrained had not deterred from that pleasurable experience at all. Blindness was another matter. The Omega wanted to see what mate was planning to do and...

Oh!

He gasped when the first oil slicked finger eased its way inside him. By now he was used to these kinds of intrusions, but it had been awhile since Charles had bedded him. Ever since his father discovered he was pregnant, the lovers weren't allowed in the same room unsupervised. But this of course did not stop the Omega from fantasizing how amazing their honeymoon would be or how inventive his Charles could be.

The introduction of the second finger drew forth another gasp, and he willed himself to relax, to spread his legs a little further. He was immediately rewarded for his compliance as a hot and wet tongue circled the tip of his member. Connor shuddered in pleasure, making a keening noise in the back his throat while straining in his bonds.

He was ready for third finger when it wormed its way into his constricting channel with the first two. His body was used to this by now. The slight pain would fade, as would the mild discomfort that followed, leaving behind nothing behind mind erasing pleasure... especially when his Alpha's erection made contact with that sensitive cluster of nerves inside him.

When those three digits finally withdrew, Connor licked his lips in anticipation for what he knew was about to enter him next. He held his breath upon feeling something hard but slick lightly pressed against his entrance. Then exhaled upon the breech, as his hole gradually accepted the larger intrusion.

Hold a moment..

Connor's brow knit in confusion as his walls clenched around firm rod that slowly but surely sank inside him. Whatever was moving deeper into his depths wasn't soft or warm enough to be flesh. He gasped, eyes widening underneath his blind fold. That was not his husband possessing him now... it was... it was...

"Do you like your surprise?" he heard Charles ask against his ear.

Out of a little fear and a lot of curiosity, he opened his mouth to demand what it was, but that was when he felt the hardness began to twist and turn within him. He cried out instead, his body trembling both in shock and ecstasy when the hardness within him continuously rubbed that needy spot. The air was suddenly filled with his cries, lewd noises of appreciation.

"I take that as a 'yes'," his Alpha murmured before taking advantage of his open mouth.

He nearly gagged on the questing tongue that shoved its way in, nearly reaching the back of his throat. The discomfort was minute, as held his mouth wide open giving Charles more access as he gasped and moaned as the rod rotating inside him began to speed up. He yanked fruitlessly at his restraints, while thrusting his hips against the shaft that was fucking him.

Deeper and faster it went, driving him towards the precipice. The Omega strained, unconsciously clenching around the shaft to try and stop it from spinning. He failed, but did not mind as much as the friction brought another wave of ecstasy crashing upon him.

Connor tried again, his inner muscles clamping on tightly to the slick surface of the rod as it was slowly extracted from his body. He whimpered in protest, arching his hips off the bed for more while making incoherent pleas with his tormentor.

"You have actually managed to make me jealous of a toy, wife," his Alpha panted against his cheek.

A toy? What kind of toy would one put up... there? He was curious to know but the blindfold remained stubbornly in place even as he tossed his head from side to side.

There was a sound of some heavy object hitting the floor and rolling away from the bed, before his ears were filled with heavy breathing. Connor felt movement between his legs, and then large hands his hips and lifting his lower body up to rest upon the soft yet firm surface of a cushion.

Those same hands hiked his knees up and drew them apart, opening him up. The Omega shivered as he was completely exposed and felt the heat of Charles' lustful eyes drinking in the sight. He blushed while fighting for some semblance of control.

"It felt good," he admitted while taking deep breaths to try to calm himself after those intense and immensely pleasurable sensations. "But not as good as you, husband."

"Truly?" his mate sounded intrigued and of course, smug. "Is that an invitation?"

A shiver ran down his spine upon feeling the soft pad of a finger tip circling his hole. He groaned, and felt his sphincter twitch in response. Charles chuckled softly from above him.

"Well then... it would be most rude of me not to accept."

Beneath the blindfold, Connor rolled his eyes. Not believing for a moment the Alpha even for a moment. Neither of them had the will to decline.

Kind of boring, but wanted to address Mary's likely suspicions. Too tired to think right now, so hopefully this is actually coherent. @_@\

Finding Connor

Chapter 12

As they waited the next few days for Charles's counterpart to find this world's Doctor White and extend an invitation to the Omega to examine this world's Connor, Charles found himself curious to see his host's ill wife for himself.

Was he much differe4nt from his own Connor? Surely, he must be. He was an Assassin, a completely different man than the Templar his own wife had been. Surely, that must mean extensive differences in how he trained and looked.

The Assassins of Charles's world had all been rather...formidable. Very physically imposing, save for the female Alpha and that one male Omega. And even they had been quite the force to reckon with. Master Kenway had always said that the Assassin's training methods were quite rigorous, and it made sense that this world's Connor, being an Assassin, would display the results of such training in his physique.

Charles imagined the other Connor for a moment, driven by a curiosity he could not name. The facial structure would be the same, that same lovely mouth and sharp amber-brown eyes. The body...perhaps larger and more muscled. Stronger. With scars as a testament to his struggles against the Templar Order of this world.

There would be the familiar beads in his chair, but his weapons would be more reminiscent of the Assassin of Charles's world. He would wield a tomahawk and hidden blade, darts and smoke bombs and all the rest on his belt. He would be clothed in that white outfit the Assassins seemed so fond of and, like that Assassin in Charles's world, prefer footwear common to his people than the boots Charles's wife had often worn.

Or at least, that was what Charles imagined. He'd only had a brief glimpse of the man during his time in what he had now come to think of as the Green Room, and his counterpart displayed no inclination of allowing him near his wife.

Charles snorted.

After all his protestations, the man still did not believe in the innocence of his motivations.

As if Charles could betray the memory of his own wife in such a way. As if Charles's son and Charles's dogs and Charles's servants were not waiting for him to return.

Well, at least he had softened on some of his insults and treated Charles with less hostility. It was not much, but it was all Charles could ask for given his situation and the other Alpha's temperament.

“Paranoid git,” he muttered.

“I beg your pardon?” came an unexpected voice from behind Charles.

He whirled about to see this world's Mary standing atop the stairs, staring at him with eyebrows raised.

He blushed.

“I—,” he began. “That is—“

She held up a hand for silence.

“I understand that the master can be—trying—at times.”

And oh, wasn't he just?

“But I must beg you to maintain a civil tongue while you stand in this household. My master would be most aggrieved to hear of such words from his...cousin.”

Charles doubted that, but he had to concede it was unfair to display such sentiment in front of Mary. She was wholly loyal to her master, much as his own was to him. And it was grossly improper to speak so of one's host when imposing on that host's popularity.

He nodded to her in contrite apology.

As his head rose up, Charles suddenly realized that she had said that last word rather hesitantly. And it could only mean one thing.

“You seem unsure of my relationship with your master.”

Mary frowned somewhat, but curtsied.

“I do not presume anything, merely address you as I was told I must.”

“But you do not truly believe it.”

“It does not matter what I believe. I serve this household and will do my utmost to protect its members.”

Charles felt a chill run up his spine at that. Mary was implying...

“Madam,” he exclaimed. “You cannot think that I mean to harm your master or your master's wife? Surely, my recommendation for another doctor with which to treat your master's wife can only be in this household's best interests?”

Mary's face was as blank as ever as she replied to him. As always, she was all politeness and English decency, but her words did little to put Charles's mind at ease.

“Sir, you place words in my mouth. My place is to serve Master Lee and his household and ensure that the household remains healthy and strong. Nothing more than that. Nothing less.”

It was a rather elaborate of being told that he was going to be watched for any signs of trouble. And in another world, in Charles's world, he would have been rather proud of Mary's perceptiveness and ability to, in effect, make a threat without outright making a threat.

This was not another world however, and Charles felt inexplicably betrayed that Mary, like her master, apparently thought him a threat.

He placed a fist against his heart and bowed lowly.

“Indeed, madam, you must be commended for your fine work keeping this household in order. My cousin is quite lucky to have one so dedicated as you.”

When this world's Mary flinched in response to Charles's own bards, he felt rather ashamed of himself.

Mary had a right to be suspicious of any guests. It was her duty, in fact, to behave with advantage for her master.

He bowed again to lessen the sting and made to walk away. He had been on a stroll through the house, but he felt tired and out of sorts now.

He would much rather return to brainstorming exactly what reason he had been brought to this world.

“Wait, please.”

He paused, waiting for Mary to speak.

“I must apologize, sir. The sudden arrival of one who looked so much like Master Lee, and with our misunderstanding at first...”

Ah yes.

Charles reddened.

He had deceived her in the beginning, even though he had not known it at the time.

“I understand completely, madam,” he responded. “And I salute you for your dedication to Charles Lee. God willing, I will soon cease to disturb your duties.”

God willing.

Charles really wanted to return home to his son, his Spado and his Mary and Ronald.

So hot.

//drools//

Why are they so hot?

:D

Thanks anon for the delightful smut! This Connor and this Charles truly were made for one another. :D

Not boring at all, liked the confrontation with Mary... She's suspicious and being after their first meeting and being an identical twin cousin - who wouldn't be? Also poor FW!Charles , he's so homesick but I doubt it's possible for him to go home since he was fatally wounded in his own world

This Connor and this Charles truly were made for one another.

Heh, yeah... they're both in love and in lust with each other ^^;

One more part that concludes the honeymoon, will try to get it up later, the headache from yesterday came back... blame it on the triple-digit-heat and no AC

No worries anon. Day was quite a doozy for me too and will leave next update to tomorrow. @_@

yeah, poor Charles won't have the option to go back. ): Poor 'lil Haytham will just have to be raised by his grand-daddy.

A/N: Managed to nap and sleep off my headache. Here's the last part of their honeymoon.

There was no pain or discomfort when his husband finally penetrated him. Connor merely made a sharp noise of surprise, his hips arching upwards to eagerly draw Charles into him. Unlike the discarded toy, the thickness that filled him up was warm and pulsing. And when his walls clenched around it, he could feel the body above him tense as a gasp of pleasure and surprise tear escaped his mate's lips.

He smiled while wrapping his legs around the Alpha's waist. Trapping him just as himself was trapped. His husband made no protest, seemingly focused on submerging himself deep within the compliant body opening up for him.

"Still so tight," he heard Charles hiss between clenched teeth.

Connor sighed softly as he willed his lower body to relax, urging his muscles not seize around his husband's member as it pushed in to the hilt. He felt Charles go still afterwards, taking a moment to catch his breath and probably giving them both time to adjust. The Omega managed to slow his breathing, inhaling the sent of male musk in the air, and exhaled deeply.

It was when he felt fingers lightly stroking his erection - causing him to gasp - did he nod his head in approval for the other to continue. The thrusts against him started out slow and gentle. He keened every time he was penetrated, eagerly responding with his hips that moved with a sinuous grace. Underneath the blindfold, the hunter's eyes rolled back before closing in bliss. Concentrating only on the delightful sensations and the wet sounds of their bodies parting and coming together in a erotic ceaseless motion.

But then he felt his Alpha pause, while still fully sheathed, and began to roll his hips. Connor jolted at the sudden change in angle, and the friction that assaulted the sensitive nub deep within him. His muscles quivered as shockwaves of pleasure ran throughout his body and made his weeping erection painfully hard.

"Like that, did you?"

Connor could almost feel his husband's smug grin and hissed as a finger tweaked one of his nipples.

"More!" he gasped, straining in his bonds once again tightened the leg lock around Charles' torso.

"As you wish, love."

He nearly tensed upon feeling the Alpha withdraw, nearly almost all the way out, before slamming back inside. Connor cried out, his muscles rippling around Charles, who did not stop - sliding against that greedy spot again - until he was completely inside. Underneath the darkness of the blindfold covering his eyes, he saw a flash of white as he writhed in ecstasy upon rumpled sheets.

Charles repeated the motion, again, and again. The Alpha's thrusts were frenzied and fierce, but Connor's body was prepared well enough that he felt no pain. Instead, he goaded his husband on. Rocking his hips against those deep plunges. His inner walls seizing around the throbbing invasive presence every time it move to withdraw, and the greedily swallowed it up again.

So close. The Omega was so very close as he rode every thrust until his over stimulated body. He arched up one last time, hips slamming against Charles'. Finally the dual stimulation of his cock trapped between the press of their bodies, and his husband hitting that perfect spot within him, at the same time - triggered his climax.

Connor felt his body quiver like a leaf, his vision went white again as he spilled, dropping back onto the bed. He lay gasping for breath, barely hearing Charles' harsh guttural cry. The body against him convulsed, as he felt the throbbing member embedded inside him, start to release hot spurts of seed into his constricting channel.

The Omega felt as if he were melting. His body, still pinned to the bed beneath Charles' weight, soaked in the aftershocks of pleasure. His legs feeling and languid and heavy, finally releasing his Alpha from their hold to lay sprawled upon the mattress.

After several minutes of stillness, he felt the body shift against him, and then his hands were free. The cloth was stripped away and he hummed in delight as warm lips kissed the reddened marks around his wrists. When he was ready, the hunter pulled off his blindfold, to meet those adoring blue eyes.

He smiled, moving his hands to capture his husband's face as he leaned up to plant a tender kiss upon those eagerly responsive lips.

"I love you, Commander Lee," he proclaimed when they drew away for air.

Charles grinned back down at him before gently reversing their positions and Connor lay against the larger body beneath him.

"And I you, General Lee."

The Omega tensed a little but was quickly undone as the arm around his waist reached over to softly caress his belly.

"A-About that," he began while fighting back a yawn and failing, "It was Noah's idea back at West Pointe and I..."

"Hush, Connor. I am not upset... in fact I am thankful that his plan worked and Arnold's men had followed you. Though I am sure those Alphas would have even without the title." The lips that pressed a kiss upon his forehead, grinned in amusement. "General Lee does have a certain charismatic ring to it, don't you agree?"

Connor scoffed quietly as he nuzzled his husband shoulder. It was becoming impossible to keep his eyes open any longer. He yawned again.

"Narcissist."

//nosebleed//

This.

Unf.

Why is it so hot? :D

And I love how they're on the same wavelength and share jokes like that. It's so comfortable and domestic and wonderful

//melts into a pile of happy goo//

Finding Connor

Chapter 13

Doctor White came the next day, and Charles waited in the foyer, eager to greet what would finally be a friendly face. The good doctor could not have the suspicions that Mary had nor despise him for his differences as his counterpart did. The good doctor would have no idea who he was, save that he was a guest in the household.

Charles was looking forward to the anonymity.

And so when the servants showed the doctor in and the Omega visibly started at the sight of him, sitting there waiting, Charles was taken aback.

There was a look of distaste and abhorrence on the good doctor's face that he had never beheld. There was an instinctive mistrust, and Charles felt his good humor dissipate like steam in the sun.

“Mister Charles Lee?” the Omega offered.

Charles shook himself.

“No,” he corrected. “I am his cousin, come here on a visit.”

The doctor immediately relaxed, and Charles wondered bitterly if he would always have to expect such a reaction whenever he met someone of this world. He'd expected it of those this other Charles has had much contact with, but Doctor White was supposed to be an unknown to his counterpart!

“Pardon me, Mister—“ Doctor White looked at him expectantly.

Charles grimaced in distaste. He had never felt so ashamed of his name before.

“Lee,” he said softly.

“I see.”

Charles quickly looked away, unable to meet the man's eyes. He looked about for the other Charles. Surely his counterpart would have been notified of the doctor's arrival by now? Where the devil was he?

“And how do you know my cousin?” he ventured, rather desperate for something—anything—to fill the silence that was beginning to swallow them. “I had thought him unacquainted with you. Certainly he did not know of your skills in...”

He bit his tongue.

Best not to mention his counterpart's complete ignorance of the doctor's existence. It might spur some...uncomfortable question about the nature of his counterpart's request that Charles absolutely did not want to answer.

“We have met,” was the terse reply.

Oh?

It was surprising enough that Charles turned back to the Omega despite his earlier reservations.

It was quite a fantastic statement. Although Charles freely admitted that he (and his counterpart with him) was rather bad at remembering certain people (the Native boy he'd choked came to mind), he was rather good on the whole with facial recognition, and Doctor White was quite a striking Omega.

Rather like Charles's Connor.

He supposed that was why they had been friends.

“Forgive me,” he murmured. “I had not been made aware.”

The good doctor nodded.

“It was, unfortunately, during a most unfortunate event. One of my dear friends met with a rather unhappy...fate. I suppose, in that context, the great general could not be bothered to remember my presence.”

Charles felt his blood chill.

Doctor White couldn't have been...His counterpart couldn't have...

One look at the good doctor's eyes told him all he knew.

The Connor of this world had invited Doctor White to his wedding where Charles's counterpart proceeded to hijack the proceedings and force his own suit instead.

And the unpleasantness afterward.

Charles shivered at the thought of it.

So the good doctor would have ever reason in the world to despise Charles and those of his family.

Every.

Bloody.

Reason.

He took a hard look at the Omega and bit his lip. Doctor White did not seem pleased at all. Not pleased and certainly not forgiving. And when he met with the other Charles...

It was probably an understatement to say that it would not go well.

Well bollocks.

“I am sorry,” Charles said lamely, not really knowing how to respond to the Omega's statements.

Just what was the proper thing to say to a man whose friend was forced into marriage with a man they all despised and then violated in that chapel? Just what did one do to soften the memory so that the doctor's first meeting with Charles's counterpart would be as amiable and productive as possible?

It wasn't so much that Charles was worried about either men. He knew enough about Doctor White to know that the man had a sharp, but cultured, tongue and was cognizant enough of the sentiment in a room to tread purposefully. As for his counterpart, that man certainly neither needed nor merited his concern.

But an antagonistic relationship was not a productive relationship, and this world's Connor would certainly not benefit from it. And if the health of this world's Connor were truly the reason Charles was here, then he would never get home.

If the health of this world's Connor were the reason Charles was here...as if there could be any doubt. Not with the way that green room showed him so many Connors and their fates. It was too much of a coincidence to be otherwise.

“I am sure,” Charles continued, “that my cousin will be grateful for your help. He is rather concerned about his wife and wishes for his full recovery.”

Doctor White's face darkened.

Oh dear. Perhaps not the best way to approach this mess.

“I am sure,” the good doctor responded with a rather strained smile, “that Mister Lee is quite—sincere—in his desire for his wife to improve. They were only recently married, I know, and all such Alphas are most loathe to leave their marriage beds.”

Charles winced.

The implication that his counterpart only wished his wife were better to partake in Connor's sexual offerings... It was not a correct assumption, but only because the other Charles had never stopped partaking of those husbandly rights.

And it seemed even more despicable than when Charles had been so disgusted by it.

“I think it may have something more to do with the child growing in his wife.”

Doctor White's eyes grew wide.

“Child?” he whispered. He was so shocked he slumped down into one of the waiting chairs in the parlor room.

Charles nodded.

“Yes. I am told that his wife is pregnant. And my cousin fears for its life. For both their lives,” he amended.

He hoped that would allay the Omega's disgust. Just enough to work well with his counterpart. Just enough so that the Connor of this world improved, and Charles could go home.

“He slept with Connor after the miscarriage? When Connor was unconscious?”

Or not.

Charles gaped at the doctor.

How had he known...?

Doctor White nearly trembled with rage.

“He wrote me a letter, you see. He said that his wife had been unconscious since the miscarriage, and he sought my services now to help heal his wife. But if Connor's pregnant...”

Ah yes. There was only one conclusion that the good doctor could draw from that. It was impossible for the current pregnancy to have been before the miscarriage, when Connor was presumably still conscious.

Charles cursed his counterpart for a thrice-damned fool.

“Connor is better off dead than in his hands. I should leave him to his own follies.”

“Oh really?”

The voice came from the top of the staircase that fed into the foyer, and both Charles and Doctor White whirled around to see the master of the house.

Charles stared with wide eyes as the man descended the staircase in a dark cloud.

Well bugger.

Uh oh, I have a feeling the meeting between Charles and Doctor White won't go as smoothly as it did in the Moth storyline. FW!Charles is going to have to try harder to win Doctor White over, as I feel Moth!Charles is going to be rather disagreeable again.

And I love how they're on the same wavelength and share jokes like that. It's so comfortable and domestic and wonderful

Thanks anon, sometimes I feel like the dialogue between them is too sappy, that I have to try and make them joke around and sass one another.

A/N: Silly-stupid crack part up ahead.

"A little more to the right... no, my right, not your right."

A small growl of frustration and the sound of straining and the rustle of fabric.

"No that is too far right, a little more to the left. My left, not your left."

"Fer fuck's sake!" Hickey snapped, half turning from the window to glower down at Connor. "Don't you 'ave an army o' servants 'ere to boss aroun' fer dis kinda work?"

While gently stroking his swollen belly, the pregnant Omega smiled serenely back up at his oldest friend. "But Thomas, you said that you wanted to be a good uncle to my child. And what better way to start by helping me put together a nursery?"

The nursery had been a project that Connor had to wrestle away from his husband (metaphorically of course). Even though he was now married and living in a new manor, the prodigal son of Haytham Kenway was still under house arrest. Though Charles had insisted it was for his own wellbeing since their enemies could choose to take advantage of his pregnancy; attacking the Commander-in-Chief's wife in his vulnerable state.

To deal with the boredom, Charles gave the Omega free reign over the bedroom that was to be their child's nursery. The servants had painted the walls, a carpenter had just finished two with crib and a rocking chair, while he and Ellen picked out fabrics from baby clothes to textile pieces like pillows and curtains... Curtains that Thomas Hickey was cursing until he finally hanged the last curtain rod in its place.

As the Alpha hopped down from the stool, he had been standing on, and looked up to admire his handy work; Connor wondered if he should have let the servants finish the window treatments. The wall above the window looked like cheese, as it was riddled with holes of different sizes. Of course he would not mention that out loud, not when Hickey was throwing tools back into their box.

"'Ows come ya let Collins and Binns get off doin' the easy jobs?"

Connor glanced over to where his two Omega friends, who whined less, were dressing a crib and folding colorful quilts that the expecting couple had recently received as gifts.

"Because you're a big and strong Alpha?" Noah offered without bothering to hide his sarcasm. "Really, I doubt have you have ever made your own bed."

"Why don' ya spend tha nigh', Noah, and ay'll show ya," Thomas leered and waggled his eyebrows suggestively in the only unmarried Omega's direction.

"Hmm... tempting offer, but I'll have to pass. Besides, won't Miss Daphne will be upset? More so, if she were to accidentally find out that you're bedding her married sister on the side. Though her rage will pale in comparison to her brother-in-law, Captain..."

"Gentlemen," Connor hissed, "I believe I invited you over to assist me with a child's nursery... not sully it with such indecent conversation."

"Oi! Ay'll shut my yap if shut yours," Thomas spoke hastily, suddenly pale and sweating nervously from both the threat of a homicidal husband and the look of doom a certain hunter was giving him and Noah.

The spymaster grinned as he continued folding. "Fair enough."

Clipper who was silent through the entire exchange, realized his mouth was hanging open and hurriedly closed it, and resumed filling a chest with baby toys.

They worked in silence once more until Hickey was finally done hanging things from high places, and made to leave with the ladder in tow, until he stumbled upon the rug. Correction: the head of a certain rug that was staring up at him with beady glass eyes.

"Ay agree with Charlie, that fuzz rug ain't right for a lil' one's room."

Suddenly all the work in the nursery came to a complete stop, and the air was filled with an eerie silence as all three Omegas were staring back at Thomas. Only one of them had his eyes narrowed, and lips curled in a frown.

"Come on Connah, it still 'as it's teeth in it! Damn thing will give the kiddy all sorts of nightmares," Thomas pointed out while not noticing the warning cut throat gestures Noah and Clipper were making behind their pregnant friend's back. "They'll nevah wanna learn 'ow to walk, ya know. Too afraid of them chompers bitin' their lil' toes off!"

Connor glowered even more, glancing down at the rug made of a fearsome bear he had felled by himself, back at the Alpha. He growled like a wolf. Slowly, the others in the room briefly wondered if the hunter planned on making a Hickey-skin rug.

"You hate it," Connor accused his friend.

"No... just don't think..."

"You hate it," the Omega repeated again with his tone dripping with venom. "You hate it and you think I am a horrible mother."

Oh... shit. Hickey's eyes widened in horror, as if the bear rug had come back to life in order to rip him to shreds. He opened his mouth, trying either to explain or apologize but nothing but frightened babbling escaped his lips as a more dangerous predator slowly advanced. The Alpha's thought to flee, but his legs refused to move so instead he brought up his hands in a weak defense... expecting fingers to claw his eyes out...

Except nothing came. Connor had not lashed out at him. But half a minute later he probably wished the Omega had; for he did something much, much, worse.

Connor drop down to his knees, and burst into tears.

Accompanied by a soft wail that grew louder every second.

Oh shit. Oh shit Oh shit.

Hickey tried to shush him, tried to calm the much younger man down, and plead with the other two Omegas in the room for help. Except neither one move, rooted to the ground and staring like slack-jawed idiots. No, Hickey knew who the real idiot was. That Doctor White had warned him...

He tried again to apologized to a sobbing Connor, saying that he loved the rug and the child would do - it was a lie - but one that was necessary to save his arse before...

"What the devil is going on here?!"

Connor sniffled, tears still rolling down his damp cheeks as he stared up helplessly at his husband who was quickly at his side.

"Charles," the Omega whimpered and before he began to hiccup pathetically while leaning into the strong protective embrace.

"Shh...It's all right, wife. I'm here." Charles patted his wife's trembling form while glaring heatedly at the three men in the room he had trusted to keep Connor content during this ongoing project.

He glanced over to the Omegas, both Clipper and Noah being the mature and respectable Templars that they were - immediately pointed to Hickey. Charles was not surprised.

"Ay was just sayin' that the bear carcass ain't fit for a nursery..." the wailing intensified, "didn' mean nothin' by it, really!"

"Out, Thomas."

The younger Alpha wisely shut his mouth and turned to flee. Thomas Hickey had a feeling that he was not going to be welcomed back until after the baby was born. Which suited him just fine. The sooner Connor popped the kid out of him, the sooner things would return to normal.

Because really, mood swings were a bitch.

Finding Connor

Chapter 14

Charles stared wide-eyed at his counterpart as the Alpha descended the stairs.

“I hope you realize, Doctor White, that I did not invite you into my home to bring harm upon my wife.”

“No, I do not suppose you did. You have no need for those services.” The fact that the other Charles was capable of that on his own was left unsaid, though it hung uncomfortably in the air.

Charles winced. As true as the sentiment was, it would not endear Doctor White to his counterpart.

“I beg you pardon?”

No, not at all. At least by the icy outrage in the other Alpha's voice.

“Gentlemen,” he began, hoping to stay the confrontation he was sure would soon be forthcoming. “I am sure that neither of you—“

“Quiet, cousin.”

It was not a command to be gainsaid, and Charles closed his mouth unhappily.

“I see you display the same finesse that you displayed at your marriage,” the bold Omega continued his assault.

“You flatter yourself if you consider your presence worthy of such,” was the response.

“Oh no, I do not fool myself into thinking that it is for me that one such as you could display such...manners. I think we both know that your special treatment is reserved for a different Omega.”

Charles stared gobsmacked at Doctor White. He had known the man for years now, though never well, but this level of wordplay...He'd never known the good doctor had it in him. And he wouldn't have a clue as to how to respond to that if he were in his counterpart's place and the insinuation levied at him.

He spared a quick look at the other Charles and saw that the Alpha was similarly stunned speechless.

“You dare to suggest—“

“You mistake me, General. I merely observe and take note of my observations. Important events such as funerals, births, weddings ought to be remembered in full detail, particularly when it is an event for a friend. Do you not agree?”

Well Charles will give the good doctor this. He certainly knew how to go straight for the throat.

And it confirmed one of Charles's suspicions. The Omega doctor had not only been at that ill-fated wedding but had apparently witnessed some of the brutality inflicted upon his friend. Nothing else could explain this level of distaste, unless his counterpart had made his wrongdoings public.

And no Charles, even one such as apparently depraved as the one in this world, could ever do something so completely stupid.

His counterpart must have come to the same conclusion because Charles could see himself trying desperately to calm his temper.

“It seems you bore witness to some unfortunate events. My apologies for such. I am sure no one intended to bring pain to any innocents.”

Charles winced again. The good doctor's fury as not due to any injury he sustained on his own behalf, and his counterpart's apology, while an attempt to bring peace between them, would be useless.

“Curious,” Doctor White murmured. “I have noticed that people tend to apologize to those who do not suffer ills and tend to ignore those who do. Even more curious is the belief that an apology will wipe away all ills inflicted, even if those ills continues to be inflicted. People are such curious creatures.”

It was well said, and had it been in any other situation, Charles would have loved to witness the struggle between the two. Alas, as he dearly wished for them to cooperate in this matter so that he could go home, its stunning delivery left him less than entertained.

He looked back to his counterpart and noticed that the Alpha was, once again, struggling with himself.

“And what ill is continuing to be inflicted?”

The question was almost shouted, and Charles wondered that the servants did not come running. It spoke much for the stability of the household that such violent tempers from their master was considered normal. It would never have been acceptable in his own household, and Ronald would have told him off for it.

“Why, I should think that partaking of one's husbandly rights while one's wife is, shall we say, unwell is certainly not quite respectable.”

True that. And it was made even worse by said wife's unwillingness to be said husband's wife in the first place.

His counterpart clearly did not think so.

“Partaking of one's husbandly rights is now an ill?” he scoffed. “Are you quite daft? It is the most natural thing in the world and has always been considered natural!”

In any other circumstance, yes.

“We once thought it advisable to beat wives. Now, we are limited to light discipline as it is a barbaric practice.”

The other Charles sputtered.

“Are you comparing me to Alphas who beat their wives?”

He sounded quite indignant.

Doctor White shook his head.

“Oh no, such would be a cruel comparison.”

Charles noted he did not specify to who, but if the doctor truly believed that this world's Connor was better off dead than in his counterpart's grasp...

“There are different types of evils in this world, even if one is always recognized and the other only recognized in certain circumstances.”

Bold.

Charles threw another glance at his counterpart and saw that the man had gone still.

Stillness could only mean a fury so deep, it had gone cold. And that couldn't be good.

“I will be blunt. Do you mean my wife harm?”

Charles tensed.

Doctor White spent a worrisome minute glaring at his counterpart before he made to reply.

“I want what is best for my friend,” he said softly. “I want to make sure he can be safe.”

He seemed to think for another minute.

“But I will not take the choice away from him. I cannot presume to decide what is best for him. I will not do anything that will end in his death as he is now.”

As he is now.

Charles swallowed thickly. He could understand that sentiment. It was what made him want to forbid his own Connor from that last fatal meeting with the Assassin. And it was ultimately what made him stay his tongue. It was not his decision to make. He respected his wife too much for that.

The other Charles stared at the good doctor, face unreadable, before, “I have no use for you.”

His counterpart then yelled out, “Guards!”

Charles started as Edwards and the other lower level Templars rushed in, grabbing a hold of the good doctor.

They looked to his counterpart expectantly.

“Lock him in one of the rooms until I figure out how to deal with him.”

And Charles could only stare in horror as the good doctor was firmly led away.

Oh he'll try but...well, this confrontation was long in coming, and I must say it was rather cathartic to write it!

<3 Hickey so damn much. Why did the game have to kill him? //sobs// Such an amusing and awesome character!

Well, I guess he had to die because of historical authenticity and all that, but still...

//cuddles Hickey//

The man is so unrepentent! :D <3

Why did the game have to kill him? //sobs// Such an amusing and awesome character!

Ubisoft's evilness at work. They make you fall in love with their characters, and then makes you watch them die. AC3 had it bad... especially Achilles where you had to dig grave ;_; oh and Haytham... wrryyy

Sorry for the update delay. This part seemed so easy to write in my head, until I actually had to write it and slaughtered Hickey's accent.

Once again, amazing dialogue - you really capture everyone's character and of course the period they live in (which has been really challenging for me). Oh, poor doctor White... I do hope FW!Charles can win him over.

OMG Achilles. D:

I <3 Achilles so much. He was so lovable in the most gruff way possible. //wibbles//

I hear you about Hickey's accent. That guy is impossible to do quickly. It's cute and all, but writing it... X_X

Thanks for the comment, anon. :) I had fun writing the dialogue, so I'm glad you like.

Unfortunately, no update tonight. Awful drama today, and I'm literally too pissed to write. Should be back to normal (hopefully) tomorrow night. I need to stew on this for a little while.

A/N: Finally the last part of Unity... which was supposed to be short, but got dragged out by all the sex. Oh the boys do love to play.

Once Connor had calmed down from the mood swing that had him sobbing over a bear-skin rug, he allowed his husband to escort him back to his quarters. Of course, not before apologizing profusely to both Clipper and Noah for making such an embarrassing display. He even planned on inviting Thomas back and also apologizing for his reaction, but Charles insisted that the troublesome Alpha could wait (preferably after their child was born).

Time flew by rather quickly, what with the excitement over the couple's first child. Regrettably his Alpha had to leave for weeks at a time to resume the role as the Commander-in-Chief of the army. His father was busy with Templar affairs, which meant Clipper, Noah, and even Thomas had work to do. But he wasn't lonely or left unattended.

The servants of the household looked after him, ever kind, helpful, and extremely patient... Especially when it came to his mood swings; though Connor was convinced they were quite used to the mood swings of their Master.

Everyday, he would have spend tea time with Mary - although he wouldn't actually drink tea, just juice, or warmed milk or water sweetened with honey instead - and he would get learn a little more about her and her girls each day. Being the Master's wife, Connor made it a point to know all the servants' names, even those he did not interact. Including the man-servants, which Ronald helped him along with telling the Omega some amusing stories of Charles as a child.

After dinner, he would spend at least an hour outside in the yard with the dog - and sometimes a little longer than that if the weather was favorable. Connor enjoyed the fresh air, the feel of the grass beneath his skin, and the sight of the energetic pups running after the balls he had thrown off to a distance.

Spado, the oldest Pomeranian of the pack and Charles' favorite, never left his side. Always standing beside him like a silent guardian while his pack mates yipped and circled the pair for attention. And when Connor had tired himself out, they would sit together in the shade while watching other dogs run about and play.

Every week Doctor White would check up on him, and always after every examination, Connor felt relief to learn that he and the baby were doing well. Soon, very soon he hoped, the child would be born. The expecting mother often daydreamed over what his son or daughter would look like.

Would he or she take after him or their father? Or perhaps an even mix of both their parents.

What color would the child's eyes be? Would they be a cool icy blue like their father's? Able to freeze any individual in their place with a single frigid glare? Or would they be a golden-brown wolf eyes, like their mother's?

He had asked Charles his preference before he had to leave. But his husband only smiled, kneeling beside the rocking chair so that he could gently rest his face upon the large swell of Connor's belly. His Alpha had said that no matter who the child - boy or girl, Alpha or Omega - took after, they would be beautiful.
The only thing the excited father was concerned about was that their first son or daughter be born healthy. Which was what Connor hoped for as well, and it was up to him to make sure that happened. So he followed Doctor White's advice, kept with the regular checkups, and made sure to be extra careful when moving about.

But there were many things the hunter could not combat on his own.

A couple days before his husband was due to come home, Connor had fallen under the weather. Bedridden with fever. Inconveniently as well, as he became ill shortly after Doctor White's visit. His friend had left due to an emergency outside Boston, and neither Mary nor Ronald could get in contact with Davies.

Upon hearing of his condition, Charles rode home earlier than expected.

"Connor..."

The Omega opened his bleary eyes to glance at the panting Commander standing in the door way. He smiled weakly, raising a trembling hand to beckon him over. His beloved husband complied, giving the maids tending to him a short break, as he sat down at the side of the bed.

The palm of a cool hand gently lay across his sweating brow and he watched Charles grimace at the heat. His Alpha peeled off his other glove, and proceeded to carry on where the servants left off. Charles picked up the damp towel from the wash basin, wrung out the excess water, and placed it upon the feverish Omega's forehead.

Connor sighed softly in relief at the cool sensation, smiling apologetically up at the Alpha who could not hide the worry upon his face.

"I'm going to request Church to come examine you immediately."

His smile fell.

Although he did not hate Benjamin Church, Connor did not like nor trust the man. The feeling was mutual among many of the Order as well as soldiers of the Continental army. For a doctor, he had no concern for human life unless it involved being paid generously.

He opened his mouth to protest... surely there was no need. He just needed to rest more. He could wait for Doctor White or Doctor Davies to come to Boston. However...

"I will brook no argument on this." His husband spoke sternly even when he took Connor's hand and stroked in gently. "I know you do not care for him - neither do I - but you are ill. Please, wife, think of our child."

Those were the only words that made the Omega close his mouth.

The child... Their child.

He would never forgive himself if anything happened to the precious baby that's life depended heavily upon him. Sighing in resignation, Connor nodded his head and watched as Charles got up to write the missive. But not before, his Alpha pressed a kiss against his hand.

"Do not worry, everything will be fine. I promise."

Yes... of course it would.

He would recover from this illness and he would give birth to a healthy baby, Connor silently vowed to himself. The Omega nearly had everything he could ever want. A home. A loving Alpha and very soon a beautifully precious child.

With his dream in sight, he could not falter now. He would obtain it at last...

His family.

I think the worst part was Desmond's sacrifice. I was in complete denial... cause nooo, he had just made peace with his dad and was about to go home at last.

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