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FILL: Juno's Children (1a/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-01-09 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)Chapter 1
Desmond stared at the tree husk in wonder. How many years since he'd seen an actual, living tree? The thing in front of him was gray, devoid of color, with brittle branches. The landscape surrounding it wasn't much better - sand and large rocks as far as the eye could see.
It didn't make sense. Why had a group settled here?
The wind was picking up but sadly, no clouds anywhere. The sand whipped against his face, leaving behind a stinging sensation that had become too-familiar after days of traveling. He drew up his scarf to protect his mouth and turned to his companions.
Clay looked exhausted and his feet were lagging. After witnessing a near-stumble, Desmond hurried to steady him.
"Des! I'm going ahead. You stay with Clay until I get back."
Something wasn't right, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach, but he let Lucy go, not knowing what to say without looking like a crazy person.
*
Later, as Lucy's eyes glowed and she was squeezing the life out of Clay in front of his eyes, he cursed at himself.
He emptied his gun, but Lucy didn't even flinch when her soft flesh ate the bullets, greedily devouring them. Lucy locked Clay's lips against hers and Clay stopped struggling. Lucy let go, and Clay turned to face Desmond. His eyes were glowing, too.
Desmond forgot to breathe, and heard someone whispering inside his mind.
Come, my child.
*
He ran.
*
Connor landed on the mat on his back, avoiding another kick. Although Connor's strength was unmatched, Aveline was faster. Brute strength wouldn't work on her.
He grabbed her ankle and she fell. He managed to sit up, but she was already on her knees and ready to strike.
She lunged at him, jabbing her hands towards his neck, but he intercepted her by grabbing onto her wrists and locking her arms into a tight hold. He brought her body towards him before suddenly falling back and using his knee to swiftly propel her body over his head. He let go of her arms and there was a resounding smack.
"Goddamnit, Connor." Aveline groaned and rubbed her wrists. Connor got up and surveyed the damage. Both were gasping and sweaty, but nothing seemed to be broken.
"Are you hurt?"
"No. Just had the wind knocked out of me."
Connor helped her up and both headed for the showers.
He'd barely felt the first drops of water on his skin before one of the newer recruits barged in. The recruit was about to open his mouth when he registered what he was looking at.
Connor let the water wash over him and turned his body fully towards the recruit, who turned beet red.
"Is something wrong?" Connor asked.
"Connor! T-they need you, uh, at the, uh, there's a situation. You are needed."
Connor's eyebrows quirked up.
"Your father! You must go see him, in the... Your father. Oh my god your father would have my balls..."
The recruit wasn't making any sense and Connor resolved to find out for himself. He shut off the shower and grabbed his towel, watching as the recruit scurried away.
He found his father in the main hall, talking to two people he'd never met before, but whose files he was familiar with. He'd talked to them on occassion, when transmitter frequencies were stable. He liked the woman, but the guy was sarcastic like his father. As the guy lacked his father's other qualities - a blood connection, for starters - and he was kinda rude, Connor had no incentive to think positively of him.
"Connor," his father called him over. "We have a bit of a situation. Mr. Hastings and Ms. Crane here tell me three of their assassins have come into contact with Juno, not far from here."
Connor sucked in a breath. "Any survivors?"
"That's what we're trying to determine. Two have gone rogue, the third was able to contact his handler before the line went dead. It's been 28 hours."
That still didn't explain why Rebecca and Shaun were here. He could see the same question in his father's eyes, but neither man said anything about it.
"Mission?"
"Simple recon and, if possible, extraction."
Connor knew without asking he'd be doing this mission alone.
*
His GPS signaled the end of his destination and Connor parked his jeep. Good thing too, as the wind was getting stronger, sand flying everwhere.
"I'm gonna have to wait out the sandstorm. Looks like it's gonna be a while."
"Wonderful, maybe you'll finally learn the virtue of patience."
"You're one to talk. Or did I imagine you roughing up those new recruits just because they had to postpone their training? On account of having to complete the tasks you gave them?"
He listened to his father's snide comments absently, eyes trained forward. The sun's light reflected against the sand, creating the illusion of tiny crystals in liquid gold. But he knew if he were to stick his hand outside, the crystals would scrape his skin raw.
He waited what seemed like hours, but must have been an hour, tops - the sun had moved a little and his father was still complaining about the recruits - until the wind subsided, no ripples moving around, every grain of sand in place, finally still.
Connor exited the jeep and surveyed the scene.
*
"This is a waste of time."
"Shut up, father."
Connor looked at the bodies strewn on the ground, quickly going from body to body and checking their vitals.
"Anybody here?" He called out.
"Oh, sure. Go ahead. Make yourself known and invite every goddamn -"
"I'm shutting off the communicator."
"Don"t you dare!"
Connor heard the start of his father's colorful cursing as he pushed a button on his earpiece and the line went dead. His father would have his hide later, but the man had been snarking at him for nearly two hours now. And while Connor found it amusing - he usually did - the high pressure of the situation was getting to him. The heat wasn't helping either and he wiped at his sweaty face to no avail.
He'd had to take care of a few stragglers, but aside from them, no signs of life. After a thorough sweep of the area, he started going through the pockets and bags of each body, hoping to pick up anything useful. So far he'd managed to pick up a few detailed maps, a flashlight with batteries, protein bars and even a working tablet. He'd have to see if Rebecca could make use of it.
The sun felt scorching. Connor squinted his eyes to block out the excess light and concentrated on procuring water. Half the bodies were carrying water bottles - some almost full, but most of them seemed to be nearly empty.
Once his canteen was refilled to the brim, he let himself have a few gulps from the remaining bottles. The last thing he needed was to get dehydraded before he even had a chance to start heading back to base.
He took off his gear and shirt, taking extra care not to damage any equipment, and dumped one of the fuller bottles on his head, the water traveling down his face and bared torso in rivulets. Showering was one of the few luxuries they still had, and Connor mourned the loss from earlier.
It was then, of course, that someone appeared.
*
Desmond was hallucinating.
He didn't know what kinda drugs he was on, but there was a half-naked Adonis in front of him.
He was very confused as to why he was seeing this, instead of seeing memories of his life flash by, as was the custom when dying.
Was this his brain informing him of hidden desires he'd known nothing about, so he could pass on to the other side in peace, soothed by images of rippling muscles?
The figure came closer and Desmond thought he heard his name being called out. His eyes rolled back and everything went dark.
*
"...Desmond?"
Connor kneeled by the collapsed figure and tapped his cheek.
"Can you hear me?"
Desmond groaned but didn't seem to hear him. Connor went to get his supplies, the canteen and earpiece in hand as he made his way back to Desmond. He carefully manoeuvred Desmond's head onto his lap, before uncorking the canteen and sticking his thumb and forefinger into Desmond's mouth to keep it open. Slowly, the water poured into Desmond's mouth, past chapped lips and into his parched throat.
Desmond seemed to drift in and out of consciousness, as he swallowed the lukewarm liquid. Every time he coughed, Connor drew back the canteen and waited a while before administering more water. Soon the canteen was empty.
Satisfied with his work, Connor put on his earpiece and turned it on.
"Father?"
"Connor." His father sounded agitated, and he couldn't blame him.
"I found Desmond. Dehydrated, but doesn't seem to have any injuries that I can see."
There was a pause before Haytham answered. "The other two?"
"No sign of them, but I could -"
"No. Bring Desmond back to base. It's a miracle Desmond's even alive, and you're not lugging him around while trying to fight off two rogues."
"Understood."
Making a last cursory sweep of his surroundings, Connor gathered his supplies, put on his shirt and gear, heaved Desmond over his shoulder like a limp sack of potatoes and started walking towards the jeep.
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Notes:
- This started out as a modern AU meet-cute story where Connor and Desmond were neighbors, but somehow it turned into whatever this is.
FILL: Juno's Children (1b/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-01-09 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)"Am I gay?" Desmond slurred.
"Pardon?"
"Just before I thought I died, there was a... Vision. I think I saw a man. He was... Half-naked. I... I think I swallowed something."
The corners of Shaun's mouth twitched but he resisted making any remarks. As much as he loved to take the piss out of Desmond, an easy target even when the poor guy had his defenses up, this was like taking candy from a baby. Desmond was too disoriented, and in no state to appreciate his particular brand of comments. Later, he decided.
"Dark, tall and handsome? Looks like a Greek god? That would be Connor Kenway. He's the one that found you."
Kenway. Now why did that name sound familiar?
Desmond shot up straight, nearly falling off the bed. If his father wasn't here yet, then that meant Kenway -
"Desmond Miles?"
A man with graying hair had stepped inside the infirmary. His eyes were cold and calculating as he looked Desmond over, hands clasped behind his back. If the devil was indeed real, here he stood. Even Shaun looked intimidated by the man's presence.
"My name is Haytham Kenway, and I'll be your handler for the time being. From now on you'll report to me, until you get assigned to someone else."
So. His dad wasn't coming. Probably. He knew better than to ask.
Haytham took a step towards Desmond, likely noticing he wasn't receiving the younger man's full attention.
"I don't care how it was at your base, here you follow my rules. You don't talk, you don't eat, you don't so much as take a piss without my permission. Am I making myself clear?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Good. Feel free to use the toilet. When you feel like you've gotten enough rest, you may visit the communal showers and cafeteria. I'm sure Mr. Hastings knows his way around and will be delighted to -"
Shaun opened his mouth to object but one look from Haytham silenced him.
"...Delighted to bring you up to speed. Now, as much as I'd love to interrogate you, that will have to wait as I have an insolent, wayward son in need of punishment. Report to me tomorrow, someone will show you where to find me." Haytham's face grew dark and he left the room just as quickly as he came. Desmond felt pity and despair for the man's poor son.
"What is he gonna do to his son?"
Shaun shrugged. "Spank him, probably, if the rumors are to be believed."
"You know what, I don't wanna know. Forget I asked."
*
The hallway looked empty. Connor took careful, quiet steps, wondering if he'd get to spend the rest of his day in peace. Alas, no such luck.
"Connor!"
Connor turned around and there was his father, in the flesh. His father looked pissed and so Connor stopped in his tracks and waited for his father to catch up with him.
"If you think you can pull that shit you did today without repercussions, you are sadly mistaken."
Connor waited a moment, but when nothing else was forthcoming, guessed the real reason behind his father's upset and stiff demeanor.
He lunged to hug his father, squeezing tight. His father didn't move a muscle.
"I'm okay."
"As punishment, tomorrow you'll do three hours worth of extra training, and you have both animal care and gardening duty for the rest of the week."
Connor tucked his face under Haytham's chin and smiled. "I love you too, father."
"... I suppose you can take the rest of today off and recuperate from your mission."
"Thank you, father."
There was a cough and Connor disentangled from his father to see Charles Lee standing a few feet away. Connor's lip curled in disgust. Lee shot him a quick glare, before addressing his father.
"Mr. Kenway, sir, before you set your rabid son loose, I'd like to go over the mission report with him."
Connor huffed, choosing to ignore the insult. "I already gave my report to Hickey."
"There are a few discrepancies that need to be addressed."
Haytham sighed and rubbed his temples. He had never quite understood the animosity between his son and his second-in-command, nor was he ever likely to, and right now he wasn't in the mood to suffer through another one of their verbal spats.
After Connor had wiped the floor with Charles one time too many, he'd made the boy promise to never lay a finger on the man again. Unfortunately this recent ban on their physical altercations seemed to increase the frequency of their arguing in Haytham's presence, and Haytham was forced to admit that maybe he'd made a mistake. Maybe, not that he'd ever admit to it aloud, maybe he ought to let his son kill Charles Lee, if only to spare him from further migraines.
"Charles, it's quite alright. I'll go over the report with Connor later."
"But, sir -"
"I insist. Now, would you like to accompany me to dinner?"
"Yes, sir! I'd be delighted to."
Connor rolled his eyes. As if everyone wasn't going to be eating the same thing at the same time and place anyway.
"Connor, why don't you freshen up? The showers should be empty right now."
"Okay." And just because he could, he gave his father a quick peck on the cheek, discreetly giving Lee a sidelong glance. As expected, he was greeted to the sight of Lee vibrating from barely restrained anger. Maybe Lee would throw another tantrum and make an ass out of himself in front of his precious Mr. Kenway.
Again.
Connor nearly gave his game away, but managed to stop himself from snorting out loud just in time. His father seemed to be occupied with observing Lee's startlingly hostile demeanor and reddening face to pay any attention to his son, and Connor took advantage of the situation.
"I'll visit your rooms later, daddy," he drawled huskily. "When you're alone and... Lonely."
Haytham was too busy trying to strong-arm Charles towards the cafeteria to notice his son's suddenly strange behavior.
"Yes, yes, fine. Off you go then."
Charles seemed ready to blow up any second now - was the sight of his son truly that detrimental to the man's blood pressure? - and he'd rather avoid any bloodbaths.
It wasn't until much later that Connor's words seemed to register in Haytham's brain. What was this about being lonely? And since when did Connor call him daddy? Maybe his son was more exhausted than he let on.
*
"Look, Desmond, I really need to get back to Rebecca. Something important came up. I'm sure you can manage one shower alone, hmm?" Shaun pushed Desmond inside and hurried away. "Just follow your nose if you get hungry!"
Desmond stared after Shaun, too tired to do anything. He was so exhausted, he didn't even jump when another figure suddenly appeared before him.
"Are you alright? You look tired."
It was the guy from before, voice gentle.
"I'm about to fall asleep and my head is killing me. Other than that, I'm just fine." He took a closer look at the guy. "I'm Desmond, as you probably know. And you're Connor, right?"
Connor nodded and Desmond wanted to say something else, but his thoughts were hindered.
Connor was naked.
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Next chapter: our boys take a shower, but sadly no smut
Notes:
- HaythCon is not gonna be an actual pairing in this fic, I'm just using it for comedic purposes here (and Connor's motivations to troll Charles Lee will be explained later). But if even the idea of joking about HaythCon is a major squick, please let me know so I can make changes to any future chapters.
Re: FILL: Juno's Children (1b/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-01-14 11:57 am (UTC)(link)Also I'm perfectly fine with pretend HayCon, as long as it stays pretend. Then its funny, especially if it exists soly to give Charles conniption fits.
HIGHLIGHTS!
Juno being a creepy body hoping spirit lady. I assume that was Juno, as it is very in character and the failed plot of AC4.
Desmond thinking Connor is an end-of-life Hallucination forcing himself to come out of the closet to himself as he dies.
The ongoing feud between Connor and Charles Lee. May it never die.
Desmond running into naked Connor in the shower. *fingers crossed* I'm hoping this becomes a running gag.
Thank you so much!!!
Re: FILL: Juno's Children (1b/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-03-15 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)Yeah the pretend HaythCon is there mainly to provide some comic relief as shit gets real in the later chapters, but it has actual plot purpose, promise!
I can't give anything away yet because spoilers but we'll definitely see more of Juno and showers