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Secrets Should Stay Buried 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

This is probably going to be a very very long fill. I can't promise that it will be updated on a consistent schedule since I'm quite literally drowning in fills, but I will do my best.

Also, in case anybody was wondering, Bridgeford is a made-up city in the south of England and the university itself is basically a weird mishmash of Oxford, Cambridge and Durham and a couple of others. And when I say 'city', I mean a large town with a special charter, because that's how we roll in the UK. We don't like things that make sense.

Haytham Kenway is a man of habit. Each morning he rises at seven, then showers, shaves and dresses and drives his trusty little Nissan to his office at the University of Bridgeford's Department of History. He arrives at exactly five past eight, and at exactly quarter past, his research assistant arrives with their coffee, from the campus Starbucks.

"Morning, Charles," Haytham always says, flicking through the newspaper Charles hands him. He waits for his computer to boot up, carefully sipping the triple-shot Americano while it's still extra hot. Charles dutifully tells him his schedule (seminars at nine and eleven, a lecture at one, planning meeting for the trip to Pompeii at three, two students for one-on-one tuition at four and five respectively), and gives him back his notes for his lessons for next week, which have now been photocopied just in case they are needed for future reference.

Haytham tends to eat at the cafe near the library, mostly because staff have a fifty percent discount. He doesn't know or care where Charles goes at lunch, as long as he's doing his work by the time Haytham gets back to the office. Most evenings, he heads home at six, and often spends his free time reading, watching television, or being forcibly dragged to various social events by the few men he considers his friends.

Although Haytham's small circle of friends all live nearby, they hardly meet as a group. William usually insists on interrupting his peaceful Friday lunch by taking him to one of William's many favourite indie cafes around the small city. Thomas drops by the office randomly, mostly to piss Charles off, while John usually communicates via texts due to his insane working hours at the local airbase which is quite possibly actually an MI5 facility.

Haytham is well aware that his life might be considered 'boring' or 'dull', but he's had more than enough excitement to last him a lifetime. He's grown to appreciate predictability and organisation.

All of the above is why he's apprehensive about answering the phone when it rings at nine PM on a Sunday in August. Nobody phones him this late at night. His friends all call his mobile, not the landline. He answers anyway, because he hasn't got anything better to do.

"Doctor Kenway speaking," he says.

"You're a doctor now?" Ziio asks, and Haytham's breath catches in his throat. He'd never expected to hear her voice again, not after everything that had happened between them. What on earth could she be calling about? Had her-- had their son died? Were they moving to Britain? Were they in trouble?

"Indeed I am," he answers, smoothly. It sounds like she's in a place with bad reception, or there's something dodgy about her phone line. "You never call."

"Connor's been accepted at your university. He's flying over the Wednesday before Fresher's week. He'll be staying with some friends of mine before moving into his halls of residence, so you don't need to worry about getting a guest room ready or anything. I just wanted to make sure you knew he's going to be around for the next couple of years. I sent you an email a few weeks ago, but I figured I'd call, since you never answered. "

"Oh," Haytham says, dumbstruck. "Sorry. I didn't get it."

Anybody else would probably have yelled at him for being uncaring, but thankfully Ziio knows he just doesn't know what to say or do.

"I thought as much. I expect you to meet him at some point," Ziio says, sternly. "Be nice. Try to pronounce his name properly. Don't ask about the mohawk."

"Mohawk?" Haytham starts, but is cut off by the phone going dead. He stares at the receiver a moment, then sighs and puts it back on its hook. There are few things Haytham hates more in the world than sudden changes to his comfortable life, but he's admittedly quite curious about the boy. They've never met, though he has seen a few pictures Ziio sent over of a rather adorable little boy.

He can't help but feel apprehensive, though. Just what did Ziio say about him? If it's what he suspects, then Connor shouldn't want to be within a million miles of Haytham.

Re: Secrets Should Stay Buried 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Op here, and whoa, I am already so curious to see where this is going. Thank you!