The door opens upon the third knock, and Connor found himself staring face to face with Mrs.Potts. He tries to smile as she stares at him with wide and disbelieving eyes. Then the maid trembles, her lower lip quivers, as tears began to roll down pale cheeks.
"Master Connor!"
Before he knows it, the Omega finds himself held immobile by the elderly woman's fierce embrace. Guilt immediately spikes through him as she sobs into his shoulder. Gently, he returned the hug while whispering apologies into her ear.
Mrs.Potts was the head maid who had served his father before Connor had ever met the man himself. His father had been very fond of her, and he as well as he got used to his new home. She was the first of the many household servants to see past his Mohawk heritage, and had doted on him ever since. He should not have been surprised by how worried she must have been and relieved to see him now.
Unlike the two-years he spent away from home shortly after becoming a Templar, Mrs.Potts had known he was alive and well, by the exchange of letters with his father. However, nearly a year ago, he had walked out of his father's life - and hers as well - without a word.
He closed his eyes, imagining her rushing towards the door and hoping to see him alive and well on the other side for the past several months... and it filled him with shame.
"I am sorry for worrying you so," he whispered softly.
After a few more sniffles, she finally pulled away and apologized rather profusely for quite the emotional display, especially in front of Charles who waved it off. They then stepped inside, and while Connor felt relieved to be home - the first home he has ever known since the burning of his village - he's anxious.
The hunter tries not to show it. He tries not to fidget nervously while his eyes dart about in every direction, expecting his father to swoop down unexpectedly upon him. An arm wraps around his waist, drawing him against a larger frame. Charles embraces him comfortingly from behind, leaning forward to speak softly against his ear.
"Relax, you are home now," the Alpha reminds him. "It will be all right. Do not forget that I am here with you."
He calms down somewhat, pressing up against that reassuring presence behind him.
"Thank you."
The calm only lasts for a couple of seconds as they enter the Kenway townhouse, and he's suddenly bombarded with several emotions all at once. It feels nice to be finally home, to be surrounded by the elegantly furnished townhouse he had loved so... but he also felt like a the little orphan boy all over again. A stranger in a strange new world, completely alone and...
A large hand took hold of one his trembling one and squeezed it comfortingly. He took another deep breath, glancing over his shoulder to see Charles and smiled a little. No... he was mistaken. Connor was not alone, never alone, and this was his still his home. The home he had shared with...
"Master Kenway..."
Connor blinked and followed his lover's icy blue gaze up to the Alpha who stood at the top of the stares gazing back down at the couple. For a long moment, gold eyes were locked on him, before they faded to gray. He swallowed nervously, unable to hide the hurt on his face when realizing that Haytham was trying to see if he was either family or foe.
"Father..." he managed to speak while watching the tall foreboding figure leisurely descend down the steps.
The Templar Grandmaster stared at him, his face utterly blank of all emotion, that put Connor on edge. But he stood his ground, held his head up high, his eyes never leaving his Alpha parent who approached until father and son stood a foot apart from one another. It was only when they were that close did he finally see the longing in those dark eyes and out the mouth quirked just a little, as Haytham held back the words he wanted to say.
What could they be? Connor wondered curiously, though at the same time wasn't certain he wished to know. Unconsciously, he squeezed Charles' hand who returned the gesture even though they kept their gazes locked onto the Grandmaster before them.
"Father," he repeated again with his newly found courage, "It is good to see you."
Haytham's hands twitched at his sides, and he raised them up for a moment - as if unsure of what to do with them - before clasping the Omega's shoulders.
"Connor... welcome home, son."
And those were the only words needed to melt away the tension in the room. Without letting go of Charles' hand, he closed the distance and leaned against his father's larger frame as strong arms encircled him.
He was finally home.
A/N: Sorry so short, I was struggling to figure out how Haytham would react. A part of me was planning on him being cold, but I figure after all these months of worry and guilt, I doubt he would push Connor away. However, there will probably be some punishment for Connor's desertion.
One-shot:: Coming Home 3a/4
The door opens upon the third knock, and Connor found himself staring face to face with Mrs.Potts. He tries to smile as she stares at him with wide and disbelieving eyes. Then the maid trembles, her lower lip quivers, as tears began to roll down pale cheeks.
"Master Connor!"
Before he knows it, the Omega finds himself held immobile by the elderly woman's fierce embrace. Guilt immediately spikes through him as she sobs into his shoulder. Gently, he returned the hug while whispering apologies into her ear.
Mrs.Potts was the head maid who had served his father before Connor had ever met the man himself. His father had been very fond of her, and he as well as he got used to his new home. She was the first of the many household servants to see past his Mohawk heritage, and had doted on him ever since. He should not have been surprised by how worried she must have been and relieved to see him now.
Unlike the two-years he spent away from home shortly after becoming a Templar, Mrs.Potts had known he was alive and well, by the exchange of letters with his father. However, nearly a year ago, he had walked out of his father's life - and hers as well - without a word.
He closed his eyes, imagining her rushing towards the door and hoping to see him alive and well on the other side for the past several months... and it filled him with shame.
"I am sorry for worrying you so," he whispered softly.
After a few more sniffles, she finally pulled away and apologized rather profusely for quite the emotional display, especially in front of Charles who waved it off. They then stepped inside, and while Connor felt relieved to be home - the first home he has ever known since the burning of his village - he's anxious.
The hunter tries not to show it. He tries not to fidget nervously while his eyes dart about in every direction, expecting his father to swoop down unexpectedly upon him. An arm wraps around his waist, drawing him against a larger frame. Charles embraces him comfortingly from behind, leaning forward to speak softly against his ear.
"Relax, you are home now," the Alpha reminds him. "It will be all right. Do not forget that I am here with you."
He calms down somewhat, pressing up against that reassuring presence behind him.
"Thank you."
The calm only lasts for a couple of seconds as they enter the Kenway townhouse, and he's suddenly bombarded with several emotions all at once. It feels nice to be finally home, to be surrounded by the elegantly furnished townhouse he had loved so... but he also felt like a the little orphan boy all over again. A stranger in a strange new world, completely alone and...
A large hand took hold of one his trembling one and squeezed it comfortingly. He took another deep breath, glancing over his shoulder to see Charles and smiled a little. No... he was mistaken. Connor was not alone, never alone, and this was his still his home. The home he had shared with...
"Master Kenway..."
Connor blinked and followed his lover's icy blue gaze up to the Alpha who stood at the top of the stares gazing back down at the couple. For a long moment, gold eyes were locked on him, before they faded to gray. He swallowed nervously, unable to hide the hurt on his face when realizing that Haytham was trying to see if he was either family or foe.
"Father..." he managed to speak while watching the tall foreboding figure leisurely descend down the steps.
The Templar Grandmaster stared at him, his face utterly blank of all emotion, that put Connor on edge. But he stood his ground, held his head up high, his eyes never leaving his Alpha parent who approached until father and son stood a foot apart from one another. It was only when they were that close did he finally see the longing in those dark eyes and out the mouth quirked just a little, as Haytham held back the words he wanted to say.
What could they be? Connor wondered curiously, though at the same time wasn't certain he wished to know. Unconsciously, he squeezed Charles' hand who returned the gesture even though they kept their gazes locked onto the Grandmaster before them.
"Father," he repeated again with his newly found courage, "It is good to see you."
Haytham's hands twitched at his sides, and he raised them up for a moment - as if unsure of what to do with them - before clasping the Omega's shoulders.
"Connor... welcome home, son."
And those were the only words needed to melt away the tension in the room. Without letting go of Charles' hand, he closed the distance and leaned against his father's larger frame as strong arms encircled him.
He was finally home.
A/N: Sorry so short, I was struggling to figure out how Haytham would react. A part of me was planning on him being cold, but I figure after all these months of worry and guilt, I doubt he would push Connor away. However, there will probably be some punishment for Connor's desertion.