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Fill: No Danger (Haytham/Charles Omegaverse 5/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-30 07:54 am (UTC)(link)---------
Charles wonders if perhaps he had been too hasty in offering to take Haytham to John Pitcairn. It wasn’t that he doubted his ability to get them to the man, but more his aversion to the location and certain people in it. He’d gone months already without seeing Braddock and only speaking with him through one or two letters and it was refreshing. The last thing he wanted was for his time away from his future husband to come to an abrupt end.
Not that it matters now. He’d already offered to take Haytham to see John Pitcairn, a man he knew they would find at Braddock’s camp and what reason could he give for suddenly taking that offer back? One of his main jobs right now is to help Haytham recruit others into their small Order here in the colonies. Not only that, but Charles has been eager to do anything Haytham asked of him thus far, a sudden change in attitude would seem awfully suspicious, wouldn’t it?
In his mind, where Haytham can’t see or hear, he sighs. He loves working with Haytham and that’s exactly why he doesn’t want to see Braddock. Charles is certain the man is likely over most of his jealousy, but he’s still possessive and if he decides that Charles has spent too much time away from him already, he may just order him to bring his time with Haytham to an end. What could he do then? His loyalties are to the Order and Haytham first and foremost, but his official occupation is with the British military and Braddock. It could be problematic if he were to displease the source of his paycheck this early on.
The walk there is mostly silent with bits and pieces of small talk in between. Charles is too distracted by his worry over having to go back to Braddock to speak and Haytham is likely remembering what his last meeting with the man was like. He doesn’t know many details—or any details, really— but from the way Braddock resents Haytham so much, he can’t imagine it went very well.
Charles is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice they’ve arrived at their destination until he hears the rough voice ordering for them to state their business. Charles takes a half step forward, straightening up and pushing his previous thoughts to the side.
“New recruit.”
He keeps his tone neutral, though if he were being completely honest the idea of being able to get them into the camp so easily excites them. Haytham’s methods of sneaking around are impressive, extremely so, but doing things like this makes it seem as though Charles truly does have some measure of power here and, really, what could be better than looking powerful in front of the man you admire most in the world? Charles only wishes the appearance of power went beyond the appearance. Aside from getting them in, there isn’t much Charles can do to help Pitcairn into their little group.
The guard smirks and offers a short, sardonic laugh before stepping to the side.
“More kindling for the pyre, eh? Go on.”
Charles can feel Haytham’s eyes on his back as they walk and he hopes it’s because he’s impressed. Charles only briefly looks back at Haytham and the few seconds Haytham spends in his line of vision isn’t enough to gauge whether or not there’s any hint of being impressed on his face.
“How’d you manage that?”
It’s not the praise Charles would have hoped for, but it’ll do for now.
“Did you forget, sir? My commission is with General Braddock—when I’m not attending to you, of course.”
And he hopes he won’t have to stop attending to Haytham any time soon. Attending to Haytham is about a thousand times more enjoyable than attending to his future mate. Until the assignment to attend to Haytham came along, Charles had nearly forgotten what it was like not to be constantly on edge, walking on egg shells so as not to say the wrong thing around his fiancé.
Charles turns again, meaning to say something else to Haytham, but he’s cut off by an all too familiar scream.
“Pitcairn, you fool! Your acts are treacherous! Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you right now. Were you planning to announce yourself? Or were you hoping my men wouldn’t notice your arrival?”
“Sir, if you’ll allow me to explain…”
Charles nearly laughs when he hears that. Explain? Braddock has never been one to care for explanation, even if he does listen for a few seconds. Whatever “treacherous” actions Pitcairn committed are all that matter to the general, whether or not he’s actually guilty of anything.
“Oh, by all means I should very much like to hear this.”
From here, Charles stops listening. He’s nervous now. Before, his biggest concern was that Braddock’s jealousy might not have faded in the time they’ve been apart, but he’d take Braddock’s jealousy over his genuine anger any day.
The scenery of the camp suddenly seems so much more interesting than it had before and Charles distracts himself with looking around, as though he’s never seen it before. Technically he hasn’t. When he’d left, they’d only just started setting up, but from one military camp to another, not much changes in terms of sights and this one is no more impressive of a sight than any other Charles has seen.
“It’s the sort of thing best not put to paper.”
It’s the sound of Haytham’s voice that draws his gaze back to what’s in front of him and he tenses at the sight of Braddock. He knew they were going to see him. There was no way they were going to get Pitcairn out of here without seeing him. But for all the preparation Charles tried to do to get himself ready for it, the sight of Braddock still causes him to tense up.
“Haytham…”
Braddock’s voice comes out in a growl and Charles can one side of his mouth curl up in a sneer before he even fully realizes he’s doing it. Oh, how he would love to chastise Braddock for not showing Haytham the respect he deserves as he had with Thomas. He doesn’t—can’t. Not if he wants a spot in the Order. He can impress Haytham all he’d like, but it’s his marriage to Braddock that’s going to get him what he wants. He can’t do anything to jeopardize that.
“General Braddock.”
Haytham’s tone is even, clearly unaffected by the maliciousness being displayed. Charles can’t help but to admire him just a little more for that.
“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Wolves often travel in packs.”
“Master Pitcairn won’t be here for but a few weeks. I shall return him to his proper post once our work is finished.”
“The devil’s work no doubt.”
Braddock hasn’t looked at Charles once yet and he isn’t sure if he’s grateful or even more worried for it. On one hand, it could mean Braddock just doesn’t care about him enough to acknowledge him—the best possible situation. On the other, it could mean that Braddock is angry enough with him that he can’t stand to look at him—the most likely situation.
“It’s bad enough my superiors insisted I grant you use of Charles, but they’ve said nothing about this traitor. You’ll not have him!”
Braddock finally looks to Charles when he says his name, but the look is brief and aside from his anger with Haytham, there’s little emotion attached to the look or to the syllables of his name.
It occurs to him briefly that perhaps the remark was supposed to get a reaction out of Charles more than Haytham. He doesn’t react. He takes a deep breath, tries to relax the sneer still on his face but it’s difficult. Charles resents his future husband more and more every second they spend in the same vicinity. He wonders if he’s supposed to feel jealous that he is more adamant that Pitcairn, a “traitor” stays with him. He wonders if he’s supposed to feel back that he isn’t jealous in the least.
“Edward, listen to reason.”
It takes all Charles has not to laugh at that. Braddock? Reason? Never.
“We’re done here. See these gentlemen out.”
Charles’s sneer turns into a softer frown. It’s with a sigh that he turns and begins to follow Haytham out of the camp. At least he could be thankful that Braddock hadn’t drawn any more unnecessary attention to him as he’d been expecting.
“Charles.”
Or perhaps he spoke too soon.
He doesn’t turn at the call of his name, but he stops and listens as Braddock’s footsteps get closer and puts up little resistance when the hand now firmly grasping his arm forcibly turns him around.
“You may be working with him right now, but remember what I told you before: you are mine.”
Charles doesn’t miss the brief glance Braddock sends Haytham’s way before he’s pulled into a possessive kiss. It’s short, but no less unwelcome than it would have been if it were drawn out and Charles finds himself unwilling and unable to respond. This is the last thing he wants Haytham to see. When Braddock ends the kiss he’s smirking, keeping his grip on Charles firm, and ensuring that he doesn’t go anywhere just yet.
“Resent me all you’d like for this. I am still your only chance at being made a member of this Order. I sincerely doubt Kenway would share my generosity.”
It’s far too difficult for Charles to hold back the entirety of his sneer and he’s certain half of it manages to make its way onto his expression. Braddock isn’t paying attention to him anymore, though. No, his gaze is again directed to the area just behind Charles’s soldier, where Haytham once stood.
“Looks as though he’s left you already. Best get after him before I decide he isn’t worth your time.”
Charles feels his heart drop when he turns to see that Haytham really had left without him. He looks back at Braddock, clearly exasperated by the continued displays of jealousy, and jogs to catch up with Haytham. Luckily, his mentor had waited for him and Charles finds him leaning against a nearby wall. He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and calm his sudden nerves and walks the last few feet towards Haytham.
“Well that didn’t go as I expected.”
Best to not acknowledge that last part. It was bad enough Haytham had to see it, Charles would rather not have to speak to him about it, too.
“And to think I used to call him Brother.”
Charles lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when Haytham chooses to ignore the topic as well.
“What now? They’ll chase us off if we try and return.”
“We’re done with this camp. And as luck would have it, so are they. Come along.”
He follows Haytham all too eagerly, nearly overflowing with happiness that, even if Haytham did think less of him for that little display just minutes ago, he wasn’t making it known. Charles could live with Haytham thinking less of him as long as he wasn’t completely aware of it. All he really needed was the illusion of Haytham’s respect and he’d be okay.
Re: Fill: No Danger (Haytham/Charles Omegaverse 5/?)
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