A/N: Did not think I would be able to write with this heat, but the plot bunnies would not give me a break.
Sleep would come in small packages. Ten minutes here. Ten minutes there. But he was always awakened when his sensitive hearing picked up the heavy footfalls that patrolled outside his cell. His sense of time was skewed and he wondered how much time had past since Charles' last visit. Was it dawn already? Without a window to the outside world, the once Templar wondered how the prisoners coped years in here without going insane.
Still... these cells were a better cage than the slave masters had given to him, their 'special' little breeder. It had been much too small, meant for a somewhat large dog, with bars all around the sides and no privacy whatsoever. Hands and whatever people liked to prod him with could slip in through the bars and touch him wherever they pleased, and there was naught the half-native child could do about it. Now that he thought about it, Bridewell was a paradise compared to the slave markets.
He sighed and tried to push those horrifying days back in the past where they belonged. Instead, Connor tried to focus on his future. What would his father expect him to do back in Boston, where he would most likely be under house arrest? Assuming that his Alpha parent trusted him to do anything or be useful to anyone.
Would he ever get married or spend the rest of his days as a spinster? Well, Haytham would most likely want his line to be continued within the Order, but the number of husband candidates must have dwindled considerably. After his actions, no Templar Alpha would ever trust him completely. The Omega winced when he remembered his former fiancé's extremely hurtful parting words.
"I cannot love a fool."
Connor groaned, wishing he could bury his face in his hands. Could he fix this? Somehow repair the damage he caused to their bond before it completely unraveled?
There was a small rap at the door and he automatically tensed.
Was it afternoon the next day? Surely not that much time had passed!
"Connor?" a familiar voice softly called out, "you in there?"
Noah! He had forgotten all about his friend who had accompanied him to Bridewell Prison. Noah must have been searching for him when he failed to come back. Hopefully, the Intel gatherer had not run into the other Templar Inner Circle members.
"Yes, I'm in here!" he called back.
The door opened soon after Noah slipped in, eyes widening in surprise when he saw him.
"Connor!" the older Omega gasped in surprise as he approached the bed. "What in the world happened to you? I've been searching for you everywhere! Are you all right? Who did this to you?!"
Too many questions! He neither had the time or desire to answer them all.
"Yes, I am fine. I'll explain the rest later, but first, will you untie me?"
"Y-Yeah, turn over on your stomach."
Good, so Noah had no idea he had been discharged from the Order and held in confinement as punishment.
Connor quickly complied, holding up his bound hands. The former hunter tensed on instinct upon hearing the sound of a blade being unsheathed. He relaxed as he felt the movements of steel sawing its way through rope.
"What time is it?" he asked while remaining perfectly still.
"Pretty late. It's nearly midnight," answered the Templar behind him. "I thought you might have spoken with your father and General Lee and stormed off without telling me. I was about to head back myself until I saw Aquila still at visitor's stable."
He felt his bonds give and with a jerk, was finally free of them. Connor sat up, rubbing his sore wrists and glanced up at his friend who was staring at him, waiting for an explanation.
"Do you have my weapons?"
Noah frowned before handing him back his dagger. "Just this, forgot I had it on me. The rest of your equipment is with the guards downstairs."
Wonderful. Would the guards just allow him to waltz right out? He couldn't risk, but nor could he fight with his way out of prison with just a dagger. Also, Kanen'tó:kon was still trapped here... assuming the Templars haven't killed him already.
He paled at the thought, and quickly shook his head in attempt to clear it. He need to get to Kanen'tó:kon, and find a way to help him. He had promised.
"Will you now tell me what in the hell is going on?" Noah demanded in frustration.
Connor inwardly winced. He wanted to tell one of his oldest friends everything, but there was not enough time! Also... Noah was a loyal Templar. If he knew Connor was dishonorably discharged and would not help him, the younger Omega would also not accept his help. His longtime friend would be branded a traitor along with him, except he was not related to the Grandmaster would not be spared from execution.
"I will tell you, but can you check to see if there is anyone by the door? Make sure there is no one eavesdropping on us."
The hunter knew what he had to do. Connor just hated that he be the one to do it. Noah raised an eyebrow in confusion but did what he was asked. The older Omega turned around...
Connor bolted to his feet, grabbing hold of his friend in a sleeper hold.
"Do not fight it!" he hissed urgently in the other's ear. "I'm sorry..."
Noah gagged and jerked automatically. Arms flailing until hands latched onto the steady unrelenting grip around his neck. After a couple of seconds of having his air supply cut off from him, Noah was rendered unconscious and slumped heavily within his friend's arms.
Utilizing his second sight, Connor managed to move about the prison undetected. Sometimes knocking out a couple of the guards if he could not avoid them. Guilt gnawed at his conscience when he thought of Noah and how he had betrayed yet another comrade's trust. He was truly a despicable person, but carried on regardless.
He could not allow Kanen'tó:kon to die now. Especially in this dreadful place. He would free the Mohawk Alpha and then... then what? Would he spend the rest of his days being hunted by Templars. A cold chill ran down his back at the thought, but his feet guided him back down to the level he had been before the Inner Circle members lead him out.
It was relief to see his friend alive, breathing evenly from where he slept upon a dirty looking mattress. Except Kanen'tó:kon wasn't sleeping, as one half-lidded eye cracked open. The Assassin immediately sat up, completely alert.
"You almost had me fooled," Connor couldn't help but murmur in amusement, forgetting the dire situation they were both in. Kanen'tó:kon looked like he had been in another brawl with the additional bruise upon his face. "Are you all right?"
"Ratonhnhaké:ton?" his friend asked in disbelief and quickly stood. "What are you still doing here... and what happened to your face?"
His face? Connor brushed a hand over his mouth and immediately rubbed away the dried blood left behind after his father struck him.
"It is nothing..."
"Did Lee do that to you?" the Alpha demanded with a low growl.
Connor shook his head. "No, it was my father."
The intimidating glare his friend wear only intensified. He felt momentarily touched by the concern. But it was fleeting, as was their time.
"I said I would help you get out of this mess, that is why I am here," he explained and briefly looked around. "I'll need to find the guard who is on patrol and get the key to your cell."
Kanen'tó:kon shook his head and pulled opened his palm, revealing a set of keys that had been tightly clenched within his grip. "I already lifted these from him."
He stared in stunned disbelief. "Then why are you still here?"
"I still need the key from warden in order to escape. Unlike you, the guards will not allow me to walk out the front gates."
Connor grit his teeth in frustration. "Are you certain? How do you know this?"
"Another inmate had told me when we earlier when they let us out of our cells earlier."
"You believe him?"
"Yes, he is a big supporter for the Patriot cause and Commander Washington."
The Omega growled lowly but managed to push back his loathing when Kanen'tó:kon frowned at him.
"Ratonhnhaké:ton, I need you to find where they stored my weapons and retrieve my vambraces. They are extremely important to me."
The infamous Assassin's hidden blades, Connor knew.
"Perhaps I should go with you. I can get us passed the guards..."
Kanen'tó:kon shook his head. "That is not necessary. I am capable enough to find the warden and take his keys. Just wait for me here. But, if something goes wrong and an alarm is raised, I want you to leave this place."
The Omega bit his lip, wincing a little at the sting from his earlier injury. "Kanen'tó:kon... I cannot leave you behind. Not again."
His dear childhood friend offered him a genuine smile as he reached between the bars and patted his arm. "You are a good friend, Ratonhnhaké:ton, I am sorry I doubted your loyalty. But you must leave, if I am caught. Please."
Connor swallowed hard and nodded. "Very well. I will oblige if you do one thing for me."
One-shot: Broken Trust 1/5
A/N: Did not think I would be able to write with this heat, but the plot bunnies would not give me a break.
Sleep would come in small packages. Ten minutes here. Ten minutes there. But he was always awakened when his sensitive hearing picked up the heavy footfalls that patrolled outside his cell. His sense of time was skewed and he wondered how much time had past since Charles' last visit. Was it dawn already? Without a window to the outside world, the once Templar wondered how the prisoners coped years in here without going insane.
Still... these cells were a better cage than the slave masters had given to him, their 'special' little breeder. It had been much too small, meant for a somewhat large dog, with bars all around the sides and no privacy whatsoever. Hands and whatever people liked to prod him with could slip in through the bars and touch him wherever they pleased, and there was naught the half-native child could do about it. Now that he thought about it, Bridewell was a paradise compared to the slave markets.
He sighed and tried to push those horrifying days back in the past where they belonged. Instead, Connor tried to focus on his future. What would his father expect him to do back in Boston, where he would most likely be under house arrest? Assuming that his Alpha parent trusted him to do anything or be useful to anyone.
Would he ever get married or spend the rest of his days as a spinster? Well, Haytham would most likely want his line to be continued within the Order, but the number of husband candidates must have dwindled considerably. After his actions, no Templar Alpha would ever trust him completely. The Omega winced when he remembered his former fiancé's extremely hurtful parting words.
"I cannot love a fool."
Connor groaned, wishing he could bury his face in his hands. Could he fix this? Somehow repair the damage he caused to their bond before it completely unraveled?
There was a small rap at the door and he automatically tensed.
Was it afternoon the next day? Surely not that much time had passed!
"Connor?" a familiar voice softly called out, "you in there?"
Noah! He had forgotten all about his friend who had accompanied him to Bridewell Prison. Noah must have been searching for him when he failed to come back. Hopefully, the Intel gatherer had not run into the other Templar Inner Circle members.
"Yes, I'm in here!" he called back.
The door opened soon after Noah slipped in, eyes widening in surprise when he saw him.
"Connor!" the older Omega gasped in surprise as he approached the bed. "What in the world happened to you? I've been searching for you everywhere! Are you all right? Who did this to you?!"
Too many questions! He neither had the time or desire to answer them all.
"Yes, I am fine. I'll explain the rest later, but first, will you untie me?"
"Y-Yeah, turn over on your stomach."
Good, so Noah had no idea he had been discharged from the Order and held in confinement as punishment.
Connor quickly complied, holding up his bound hands. The former hunter tensed on instinct upon hearing the sound of a blade being unsheathed. He relaxed as he felt the movements of steel sawing its way through rope.
"What time is it?" he asked while remaining perfectly still.
"Pretty late. It's nearly midnight," answered the Templar behind him. "I thought you might have spoken with your father and General Lee and stormed off without telling me. I was about to head back myself until I saw Aquila still at visitor's stable."
He felt his bonds give and with a jerk, was finally free of them. Connor sat up, rubbing his sore wrists and glanced up at his friend who was staring at him, waiting for an explanation.
"Do you have my weapons?"
Noah frowned before handing him back his dagger. "Just this, forgot I had it on me. The rest of your equipment is with the guards downstairs."
Wonderful. Would the guards just allow him to waltz right out? He couldn't risk, but nor could he fight with his way out of prison with just a dagger. Also, Kanen'tó:kon was still trapped here... assuming the Templars haven't killed him already.
He paled at the thought, and quickly shook his head in attempt to clear it. He need to get to Kanen'tó:kon, and find a way to help him. He had promised.
"Will you now tell me what in the hell is going on?" Noah demanded in frustration.
Connor inwardly winced. He wanted to tell one of his oldest friends everything, but there was not enough time! Also... Noah was a loyal Templar. If he knew Connor was dishonorably discharged and would not help him, the younger Omega would also not accept his help. His longtime friend would be branded a traitor along with him, except he was not related to the Grandmaster would not be spared from execution.
"I will tell you, but can you check to see if there is anyone by the door? Make sure there is no one eavesdropping on us."
The hunter knew what he had to do. Connor just hated that he be the one to do it. Noah raised an eyebrow in confusion but did what he was asked. The older Omega turned around...
Connor bolted to his feet, grabbing hold of his friend in a sleeper hold.
"Do not fight it!" he hissed urgently in the other's ear. "I'm sorry..."
Noah gagged and jerked automatically. Arms flailing until hands latched onto the steady unrelenting grip around his neck. After a couple of seconds of having his air supply cut off from him, Noah was rendered unconscious and slumped heavily within his friend's arms.
Utilizing his second sight, Connor managed to move about the prison undetected. Sometimes knocking out a couple of the guards if he could not avoid them. Guilt gnawed at his conscience when he thought of Noah and how he had betrayed yet another comrade's trust. He was truly a despicable person, but carried on regardless.
He could not allow Kanen'tó:kon to die now. Especially in this dreadful place. He would free the Mohawk Alpha and then... then what? Would he spend the rest of his days being hunted by Templars. A cold chill ran down his back at the thought, but his feet guided him back down to the level he had been before the Inner Circle members lead him out.
It was relief to see his friend alive, breathing evenly from where he slept upon a dirty looking mattress. Except Kanen'tó:kon wasn't sleeping, as one half-lidded eye cracked open. The Assassin immediately sat up, completely alert.
"You almost had me fooled," Connor couldn't help but murmur in amusement, forgetting the dire situation they were both in. Kanen'tó:kon looked like he had been in another brawl with the additional bruise upon his face. "Are you all right?"
"Ratonhnhaké:ton?" his friend asked in disbelief and quickly stood. "What are you still doing here... and what happened to your face?"
His face? Connor brushed a hand over his mouth and immediately rubbed away the dried blood left behind after his father struck him.
"It is nothing..."
"Did Lee do that to you?" the Alpha demanded with a low growl.
Connor shook his head. "No, it was my father."
The intimidating glare his friend wear only intensified. He felt momentarily touched by the concern. But it was fleeting, as was their time.
"I said I would help you get out of this mess, that is why I am here," he explained and briefly looked around. "I'll need to find the guard who is on patrol and get the key to your cell."
Kanen'tó:kon shook his head and pulled opened his palm, revealing a set of keys that had been tightly clenched within his grip. "I already lifted these from him."
He stared in stunned disbelief. "Then why are you still here?"
"I still need the key from warden in order to escape. Unlike you, the guards will not allow me to walk out the front gates."
Connor grit his teeth in frustration. "Are you certain? How do you know this?"
"Another inmate had told me when we earlier when they let us out of our cells earlier."
"You believe him?"
"Yes, he is a big supporter for the Patriot cause and Commander Washington."
The Omega growled lowly but managed to push back his loathing when Kanen'tó:kon frowned at him.
"Ratonhnhaké:ton, I need you to find where they stored my weapons and retrieve my vambraces. They are extremely important to me."
The infamous Assassin's hidden blades, Connor knew.
"Perhaps I should go with you. I can get us passed the guards..."
Kanen'tó:kon shook his head. "That is not necessary. I am capable enough to find the warden and take his keys. Just wait for me here. But, if something goes wrong and an alarm is raised, I want you to leave this place."
The Omega bit his lip, wincing a little at the sting from his earlier injury. "Kanen'tó:kon... I cannot leave you behind. Not again."
His dear childhood friend offered him a genuine smile as he reached between the bars and patted his arm. "You are a good friend, Ratonhnhaké:ton, I am sorry I doubted your loyalty. But you must leave, if I am caught. Please."
Connor swallowed hard and nodded. "Very well. I will oblige if you do one thing for me."
"What is that?"
"Do not get caught."