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Amelioration 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-19 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)Connor hesitates at the last second, and he's not sure why. Maybe it's because Lee is already half-dead, not resisting in the slightest. Maybe it's because he knows that killing Lee won't bring his parents or Achilles or his very best friend back. Maybe it's because his hands are too bloodied already. He really does not know.
Connor gets up and goes to the bar, and asks for a doctor. For good measure (the white barkeep gives him a vaguely disdainful look, 'what a filthy savage' he must be thinking.), he tips the man a gold sovereign to fetch a medic quickly.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Stephane asks, when he arrives with the horse and carriage.
Connor has spent the past few days doing his best to keep himself and Lee alive. It's hard to fetch water and food with such a huge, hardly-healed wound in his side, and he does not trust Lee to do it. Considering that Lee has done little but rest and quietly cry when he thinks Connor is asleep, he would probably attempt to drown himself in the well rather than carry water to their room.
"Give me a couple of months," Connor says. "It is not as though I can do much else in this state."
Stephane nods reluctantly, and drives both men back to the Homestead.
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Jamie assesses them both with a critical eye.
"You need bed rest and painkillers. Both of you. I don't know how didn't reopen your side, Connor."
Connor opens his mouth to argue, and Jamie cuts him off.
"No. Connor, you're going to do as I say this time. You don't seem to understand how bad your injuries are. There are only a few stitches stopping your kidney falling out of your abdomen. That hole never going to fully heal. If you want to ever be able to move properly again, you're going to take things easy and exercise extremely gently for the next couple of months."
Connor closes his mouth, and Jamie sighs.
"Connor, you know we're glad to help you in any way we can. Even if you do have some strange ideas about certain things," Jamie's eyes slide to where Charles Lee is sitting, staring out the window overlooking the bay. "Just please look after yourself too."
"I understand," Connor says, quietly. "I apologise for causing you all to worry so much about me."
Jamie relaxes, and gives him a small smile.
"We'll sort something out about helping with chores and things. At least until you can bend over without splitting your side."
"Thank you," Connor smiles back. Truly, he is lucky to have such wonderful friends.
Luckier than Lee.
He glances at the… well, he's a prisoner, isn't he? Lee is still sitting on his chair, gazing at the flames of the fireplace. Connor can tell that he's lost in thought. Or, judging from the expression on his face, it's more likely to be regret.
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Jamie stays in the manor for the first few months, mostly because Connor and Lee's wounds need cleaning and re-dressing twice a day (leaving medical attention for so long had meant that they had become slightly infected), and Clipper assists in household chores for a couple of weeks.
Lee turns out to be proficient at cooking, and silently helps Clipper prepare meals. Connor is banned from doing anything more strenuous than polishing the silverware.
"I am sure I can fetch water," he says.
"Jamie'll kill me," Clipper replies. "Sorry, sir."
Connor is lucky that the people of the Homestead drop by every day- Prudence always stops by on Wednesdays and Saturdays with fresh meat and vegetables, while Ellen comes by every Thursday to show him the progress she's made with a coat he doesn't recall asking her for. Terence and Godfrey join forces with Doctor White and Lance, and they soon end up playing cards each Friday, and White also stops by on Mondays to talk with Jamie- they seem to be becoming fast friends.
The only bad thing-- well, it's not bad per se, simply worrying-- is that Lee is little more than a ghost. He dutifully takes care of the small chores Connor sets him (all things like reorganising books and dusting shelves), but he does not attempt to instigate conversation, and spends most of his time holed up in the library upstairs. Connor occasionally hears the muffled sound of a man quietly crying when he passes that room.
——
"Why are you so obedient?" Connor asks one evening, sauntering into the library and settling onto a couch. Clipper is re-organising the training room, and Dobby has stopped by, currently helping Jamie sort through the miscellaneous items in the attic. "Why have you not yet tried to run?"
Lee does not look up from his book. His voice is quiet, weary. Connor wonders if he feels anything else nowadays.
"There's no point in rebelling or attempting an escape. The Order is destroyed. You've caught me. If I tried to run you'd only catch me again. I've spent the last ten years looking over my shoulder, wondering if you were there. It was no way to live."
"Tell me about how you met my father," Connor says, before Lee can ask why he has not yet been killed. That is not a question Connor can answer.
"Why do you want to know?" There is no malice in Lee's voice, merely the exhaustion that constantly seems to seep from every single cell of his body.
"Curiosity. I never really got a chance to know Father, and I know you were close."
Lee finally glances at him, closing the book in his hands.
"It was in fifty four. Boston Harbour. Grand Master Birch had asked me to assist Master Kenway- soon to be Grand Master is he could establish an Order here- in his mission to find a precursor storage site, and if I did well enough I might be inducted into the order. I waited by the docks and when his ship arrived I did everything in my power to make the transition into Colonial life the easiest it could possibly be for a fine, upstanding gentleman like your father. I then helped him recruit Johnson, Hickey, Pitcairn and Church. I helped him murder Braddock and find your mother afterwards. For my efforts I was rewarded with the greatest position I could have hoped for: working at his side for the greater good."
Lee's eyes narrow and his lip curls, and Connor can hear the unspoken words. And you took that from me.
Connor wants to stay and ask about his mother, but he does not wish to upset Lee further. He leaves immediately, using the excuse that Clipper needs his help with cataloguing the armoury.
Re: Amelioration 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-19 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Amelioration 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-19 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-05-19 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-05-19 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Amelioration 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)