A/N: Part 6 of the First Word one-shot series. Sorry for the mistakes, speed writing again.
Ratonhnhaké:ton could not help but stare in wonder at the chattering and beer-guzzling patrons of the Green Dragon. There were Redcoat soldiers, citizens of different social classes, travelers from different countries - all under one roof. From his view on the second floor, he could peer over the railing and watched the mix crowds of people filing in and out of the busy coffee house.
His sensitive ears were able to pick up the bits and pieces of several conversations all at once. Some of them in languages that he knew rather well such as French and Spanish. There were others in different tongues that seemed vaguely familiar, phrases he recognized from his wandering about in different neighborhoods in the city.
The curious Omega couldn't help but incline his head forward to listen to a couple of British officers discussing the strengths and weaknesses of different types of flintlocks...
"Child, sit still!" Doctor Church reprimanded as he continued to treat the injuries on the orphan's legs under Mister William Johnson's request (and Mister Lee's coins). He mumbled a quick apology and did what he was told, but his eyes still wandered about to avoid the table's other occupants stares.
His anger towards Charles Lee had simmered down after the man had dragged him here to get his wounds treated and paid for his meal as his way of showing gratitude for saving his dog. Spado was certainly grateful. The pup had settled upon Ratonhnhaké:ton's lap, and was enjoying the petting and scratches attention (while his master poorly hid his disapproval). However, the orphan was still far from comfortable with the way Mister Lee and Mister Johnson were both looking at him.
Charles Lee hadn't spoken a word to him after they settled at their table, but Mister Johnson had a seemingly endless list of question regarding Ratonhnhaké:ton's people, even speaking in their language and pronouncing the young Mohawk's name correctly on the first try. Much to the Ratonhnhaké:ton's confusion and horror, he had a difficult time responding; having been used to talking and thinking in English for many years.
At first the young native had been touched by the colonist's concern and sympathy for what had happened to his village. But it quickly turned to suspicion as Mister Johnson asked questions regarding the Elders and locations he was not aware of. The interview finally stopped when Ratonhnhaké:ton admitted he had no answers for the man. He had not seen the elders at the slave market, possibly because they were too old to sell, they might have been killed during the attack. The boy also had no knowledge of special land mark sites, as he was never allowed to wander too far away from the village.
At least Mister Hickey (whom upon Ratonhnhaké:ton was still cross with for tripping him) and Mister Pitcairn paid him no heed. Both of them seemed too interested in downing their tankards of beer. Mister Hickey, especially had an unquenchable thirst for alcohol and adult Omegas. The Alpha would even ask them really disgusting questions, like details about their heat... and wasn't that too personal? The orphan could not understand why they enjoyed such attention of being fondled and groped in public.
It reminded Ratonhnhaké:ton too much of those horrid nights of being trapped in a tangle of limbs. He shuddered and paled at the memory of his jailors would put their hands and mouths on various places of body. A lot of times they used to force his mouth open and...
"Wot's wrong wit ya, runt?" he heard Mister Hickey ask. "Ya gonna be sick?"
By the time Doctor Church finished bandaging his scraped knees, Ratonhnhaké:ton shifted in his seat and faced away from Mister Hickey, who only scoffed at him and went back to suckling an Omega's neck. Disgusting. The others ignored both their lecherous acquaintance and the little charity case who sat facing away from them, and started their own conversation.
Cradling a mug of delicious hot cocoa in his hands, he stared down at the unsuspecting crowds once again. There was a couple sitting by the fireplace immediately caught his attention. Both of them were men, an Alpha and the other an Omega, who, by the look of his round belly, was expecting.
Ratonhnhaké:ton was intrigued. He had never seen a pregnant male before. It was certainly not unheard of. Noah, told him that his mother had been a man, but had died giving birth to him. Apparently, birthing a child was dangerous - and more so for a man because there bodies were different than a woman's. He could not help but feel concern and pity for the older Omega.
Would he die giving birth like Noah's mother?
What if the child died?
Wasn't he scared?
No, the orphan immediately concluded as he watched expecting mother tenderly stroke his belly with a look of content upon his handsome face. The Omega looked very brave and strong, as he reached out and tugged on his mate's arm. The Alpha smiled back, dropping to his knees and gently laid his head upon that swollen belly.
Why was he doing that? Ratonhnhaké:ton wondered curiously. Was he listening to the baby move? Was that even possible?
Whatever was happening in the Omega's stomach, immediately made both of them laugh in pure joy. Other patrons of the coffee house turned and smiled in their direction. The couple looked so very happy... He suddenly wished he could be down there with them.
No that wasn't true. It was their happiness, not his. But a feeling that might have been envy crept into his heart. What he has always wanted... what the Omega orphan desired and longed for these dark and lonely years, was to have a family of his own.
A complete family.
He definitely wanted a father - a strong Alpha who would teach him things that fathers normally taught their sons; however, he didn't want to call another person 'mother,' because no one could replace Ista. But Ratonhnhaké:ton was not stupid. He knew that with all the orphans in the city - that were Alphas and were white - he would never be adopted. But maybe... when he grew older, maybe he could be like that older Omega.
Careful not to disturb the sleeping Spado, the young boy placed his hands upon his own belly - which was full for once, with lots of bread, soup, and cocoa - and tried to imagine what would it be like carrying a child in there.
Wasn't it hard?
Wasn't it frightening?
No, the older Omega was definitely not scared as his strong and devoted mate helped pull him to his feet. The younger Omega titled his head curiously on how their arms locked in close intimacy as they left the coffee house together.
What would it feel like to the bask in the warmth of an Alpha's devotion?
What would it feel like to be loved?
Ratonhnhaké:ton silently pondered these questions to himself, not noticing that the sixth member of Charles Lee's group had finally arrived.
One-shot: Heart's Desire
Ratonhnhaké:ton could not help but stare in wonder at the chattering and beer-guzzling patrons of the Green Dragon. There were Redcoat soldiers, citizens of different social classes, travelers from different countries - all under one roof. From his view on the second floor, he could peer over the railing and watched the mix crowds of people filing in and out of the busy coffee house.
His sensitive ears were able to pick up the bits and pieces of several conversations all at once. Some of them in languages that he knew rather well such as French and Spanish. There were others in different tongues that seemed vaguely familiar, phrases he recognized from his wandering about in different neighborhoods in the city.
The curious Omega couldn't help but incline his head forward to listen to a couple of British officers discussing the strengths and weaknesses of different types of flintlocks...
"Child, sit still!" Doctor Church reprimanded as he continued to treat the injuries on the orphan's legs under Mister William Johnson's request (and Mister Lee's coins). He mumbled a quick apology and did what he was told, but his eyes still wandered about to avoid the table's other occupants stares.
His anger towards Charles Lee had simmered down after the man had dragged him here to get his wounds treated and paid for his meal as his way of showing gratitude for saving his dog. Spado was certainly grateful. The pup had settled upon Ratonhnhaké:ton's lap, and was enjoying the petting and scratches attention (while his master poorly hid his disapproval). However, the orphan was still far from comfortable with the way Mister Lee and Mister Johnson were both looking at him.
Charles Lee hadn't spoken a word to him after they settled at their table, but Mister Johnson had a seemingly endless list of question regarding Ratonhnhaké:ton's people, even speaking in their language and pronouncing the young Mohawk's name correctly on the first try. Much to the Ratonhnhaké:ton's confusion and horror, he had a difficult time responding; having been used to talking and thinking in English for many years.
At first the young native had been touched by the colonist's concern and sympathy for what had happened to his village. But it quickly turned to suspicion as Mister Johnson asked questions regarding the Elders and locations he was not aware of. The interview finally stopped when Ratonhnhaké:ton admitted he had no answers for the man. He had not seen the elders at the slave market, possibly because they were too old to sell, they might have been killed during the attack. The boy also had no knowledge of special land mark sites, as he was never allowed to wander too far away from the village.
At least Mister Hickey (whom upon Ratonhnhaké:ton was still cross with for tripping him) and Mister Pitcairn paid him no heed. Both of them seemed too interested in downing their tankards of beer. Mister Hickey, especially had an unquenchable thirst for alcohol and adult Omegas. The Alpha would even ask them really disgusting questions, like details about their heat... and wasn't that too personal? The orphan could not understand why they enjoyed such attention of being fondled and groped in public.
It reminded Ratonhnhaké:ton too much of those horrid nights of being trapped in a tangle of limbs. He shuddered and paled at the memory of his jailors would put their hands and mouths on various places of body. A lot of times they used to force his mouth open and...
"Wot's wrong wit ya, runt?" he heard Mister Hickey ask. "Ya gonna be sick?"
By the time Doctor Church finished bandaging his scraped knees, Ratonhnhaké:ton shifted in his seat and faced away from Mister Hickey, who only scoffed at him and went back to suckling an Omega's neck. Disgusting. The others ignored both their lecherous acquaintance and the little charity case who sat facing away from them, and started their own conversation.
Cradling a mug of delicious hot cocoa in his hands, he stared down at the unsuspecting crowds once again. There was a couple sitting by the fireplace immediately caught his attention. Both of them were men, an Alpha and the other an Omega, who, by the look of his round belly, was expecting.
Ratonhnhaké:ton was intrigued. He had never seen a pregnant male before. It was certainly not unheard of. Noah, told him that his mother had been a man, but had died giving birth to him. Apparently, birthing a child was dangerous - and more so for a man because there bodies were different than a woman's. He could not help but feel concern and pity for the older Omega.
Would he die giving birth like Noah's mother?
What if the child died?
Wasn't he scared?
No, the orphan immediately concluded as he watched expecting mother tenderly stroke his belly with a look of content upon his handsome face. The Omega looked very brave and strong, as he reached out and tugged on his mate's arm. The Alpha smiled back, dropping to his knees and gently laid his head upon that swollen belly.
Why was he doing that? Ratonhnhaké:ton wondered curiously. Was he listening to the baby move? Was that even possible?
Whatever was happening in the Omega's stomach, immediately made both of them laugh in pure joy. Other patrons of the coffee house turned and smiled in their direction. The couple looked so very happy... He suddenly wished he could be down there with them.
No that wasn't true. It was their happiness, not his. But a feeling that might have been envy crept into his heart. What he has always wanted... what the Omega orphan desired and longed for these dark and lonely years, was to have a family of his own.
A complete family.
He definitely wanted a father - a strong Alpha who would teach him things that fathers normally taught their sons; however, he didn't want to call another person 'mother,' because no one could replace Ista. But Ratonhnhaké:ton was not stupid. He knew that with all the orphans in the city - that were Alphas and were white - he would never be adopted. But maybe... when he grew older, maybe he could be like that older Omega.
Careful not to disturb the sleeping Spado, the young boy placed his hands upon his own belly - which was full for once, with lots of bread, soup, and cocoa - and tried to imagine what would it be like carrying a child in there.
Wasn't it hard?
Wasn't it frightening?
No, the older Omega was definitely not scared as his strong and devoted mate helped pull him to his feet. The younger Omega titled his head curiously on how their arms locked in close intimacy as they left the coffee house together.
What would it feel like to the bask in the warmth of an Alpha's devotion?
What would it feel like to be loved?
Ratonhnhaké:ton silently pondered these questions to himself, not noticing that the sixth member of Charles Lee's group had finally arrived.