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Strange Fates

Chatper 6 - Letters

A few days later and George’s leave of absence was at an end. As he rode on his horse toward his troop encampment, he felt conflicted about leaving the Homestead.

Connor was still not quite healed from his experience, but the Wolf was vastly improved. There was little more that George’s presence would have added and the troops needed him.

In truth, he left feeling quite content after the week. His Wolf was less nervous around people and could now stomach a hug from one of his friends without flinching. His nightmares were diminishing in frequency, and he himself appeared less troubled.

Such an unbelievably strong soul his Wolf had.

And that had not been all. George had used the time to understand his Wolf better. He came to know Connor’s friends, Connor’s adoptive father and the tenants upon Achilles’s property. He tried to run as Connor did, swim in the bay and even climb trees, though the last was somewhat of a disaster.

The week had been glorious and trying, and he had wished it would never end.

He had seen Connor dive off cliffs unscathed, wrestle with bears, and leap down on deer. He had seen Connor under the bright glare of the sun, under the cool caress of night and painted in the dusky colors of the evening.

And he fell a little more in love each minute he spent with the remarkable Omega. Strong in the face of injustice and tragedy, hard-working and honest and beloved of almost everyone who knew him...Connor was beautiful.

George was, George was...

George was pretty certain he was hopelessly in love.

He recalled one late evening as they had sat in the grove, reds and pinks and oranges cast upon Connor by the setting sun and the sweet fragrance of wildflowers wafting in the autumn air. He’d almost kissed Connor.

It was only the knowledge that Connor was still healing and might not welcome such advances that kept him in his place.

George frowned suddenly.

He would not let anyone else know what had happened to Connor. It was up to his Wolf to tell that story. That he had accidentally let Achilles know was bad enough.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t conduct his own investigation into which of the vile scum had dared lay hands on his Wolf.

He would find that Alpha and make him pay.

George neared the encampment and leapt off his horse, noticing as he did, a few flecks of white in the distance.

Strange. If the enemy was trailing him, why wasn’t he attacked?

He looked once again and, seeing nothing, decided to shrug it off. He must have been seeing things.

Out of the corners of his eyes, he could see Israel Putnam making his way to him.

It had been an amazing week, and he was glad for the opportunity even as he was horrified as to its cause.

But all such things must come to an end, and he had an army to lead as best he could and, hopefully, a war to win.

Turning towards his friend and general, he made out to call a greeting.

He never noticed the white clad figure who dashed away in the treetops.

----

Connor Kenway
Davenport Homestead
Past the Frontier

My dear Connor,

I hope this finds you well.

The troops are calm for now, and the Redcoats have not attacked again. We are stocking necessities for the upcoming winter, but I fear for their safety. I have heard reports of sickness plaguing some of the nearby towns, and it is likely that some of my people will get sick. Thankfully, there are a few shipments of bandages and medical supplies coming in, along with food and clothes that the fine Omegas of our country have woven.

I fear for your safety too. You are dear to me, and I...

I heard about the Bella Donna.

Connor, I know we have you to thank. I know that without you and the brave crew of the Aquila, that the crown would have captured her, and that was a loss that we would not have been able to endure.

I imagine to myself, how it must have been like, and I can’t help but feel grateful.

And perhaps a bit jealous as well.

I remember when you showed me your captain’s uniform, and I...

Connor, please tell me you are well.

I worry for you. You are so strong, but I cannot help worrying for you.

You are dear to me.

Yours affectionately,
George

----

George Washington
Frontier

Dear commander,

I am sorry that you worried over me, but please do not worry more. I am well.

I am investigating into the Bella Donna incident, but it is difficult to find information about it. My contacts are puzzled as well, and I suspect the leak to be someone in a rather high position within the navy.

I know I will wound you, and I apologize in advance, but I believe there to be a traitor within the patriots. I would name who I believe, but you have imparted upon me the wisdom of investigating a claim. And so I shall do so.

I must apologize again. I do not mean to offend. The Bella Donna incident frustrates me even as I try to catch the man I believe responsible. I have a suspicion that the event is greater than this singularity, and commander...

George...

I worry for you. I worry for your safety as the plot around you grows.

Please don’t...

Please stay safe.

George. You are dear to me too.

Yours affectionately,
Connor

----

Connor Kenway
Davenport Homestead
Past the Frontier

My dear Connor,

I am glad to have found you well. When I did not hear from you, I wondered. But then I heard about the Bella Donna, and I...

Well, it is good that you are well, my dear, dear friend.

We are still awaiting our supplies here at the encampment, but it is only a slight delay, and the roads are difficult this time of year. If they do not appear soon, I shall worry.

Yours affectionately,
George

----

George Washington
Frontier

Dear George,

It is troubling to hear of this delay. Shall I look into it? The other businesses on the Homestead are running smoothly, and there is little else for me to focus my mind on, besides the Bella Donna affair.

I should like to see you.

Yours affectionately,
Connor

----

Connor Kenway
Davenport Homestead
Past the Frontier

My dearest Connor,

The first shipments have come in, but we are still waiting for the following shipments. It is odd, but the weather is getting worse, and my generals believe that that is the cause. The driver told us that the first shipment nearly didn’t make it because of the treacherous snow.

But...even without the shipment, I would welcome you any day.

There is something I must tell you, and something I must ask you.

It is forward of me, I know, but..

Connor, I look forward till next we meet.

Yours affectionately,
George

----

George Washington
Frontier

George,

I have had some rather shocking news, and I...

I am distraught. George, I...

I must ask for your help. I will be at the encampment at three days time.

Connor

LOL at George falling out of a tree. He's such a cute and devoted Alpha, as his Omega - love how Connor secretly escorts him back to his camp. Also, SQUEEE! The letters! I love how you made so many weeks/months go by from the letters, these two are so adorable! Also /GASP/ Connor must be definitely showing or at least knows he's pregnant. Oh, I can't wait to see George's reaction.

Hehe. :)

Yeah, got too lazy to actually write out the weeks, so had the time fly on by with letters. :D

Also, didn't really think that Washington could take off so much time...even a week is probably pushing it. He's the bloody commander and has an army to lead, after all.

Yeah, got too lazy to actually write out the weeks, so had the time fly on by with letters. :D

No, no, it's brilliant anon! Also, you're right they can't be with each other too much given their responsibilities. Also, people might start paying too much attention to their relationship. Oh, is Connor heading to Valley Forge while he's showing? That's gonna shock some Patriots who probably were fooled into believing the famous Wolf was an Omega the entire time.

So I take it the hunt for Church is on. Ohh, Connor please don't tell me he's going to be doing Assassin work while he's pregnant, though it would be amusing for Haytham to see and rant about it to Charles.

:) Connor's definitely going to be active while pregnant, but perhaps not that active. Exercise and moving about is healthy in early stages of pregnancy, but jumping from cliffs and fighting 100 guys...probably not so much...

Plus, he's rather wary of most Templars at this point. Working with Haytham with Haytham knowing that he's pregnant is just asking for trouble...Especially since Charles would put two and two together rather easily.

Connor's not quite showing just yet (early term first child and all), but the morning sickness had him finally running to Doctor White who did an examination and well...

:D

Poor Connor (we say that a lot in our comments, but do we ever treat him better?) to be carrying the child of his worst enemy... also he has to be scared and worried out of his mind. He can't protect George in his condition (though George would get pretty upset if his wolf endangered himself and the unborn child if he tried).

Strange Fates

Chapter 7 - An Eavesdropper

It was the flash of white cloth that drew Charles’s attention. After Master Haytham had refreshed the memory of all the Templars of their ancient enemy, Charles now likened the image of white with the Brotherhood, those persons who were deluded by naïve ideals and hypocrisy.

And so he stopped in mid-step, halfway to General Braddock’s tent to discuss upcoming strategies.

He glanced at the tent that he had seen that very brief flash of white and noted with alarm that it was Washington’s tent.

So.

The alliance between the Assassins and Washington may have been advancing somewhat.

This bore looking into.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he swiftly and silently made his way over to the commander’s tent. His duties as a patriot may have commanded that he meet with General Braddock, but his duties as a Templar demanded that he find out if their position was compromised within the continental army. Braddock could wait.

He slipped into the tall winter shrubs that littered the floor around the tent and placed one ear to the rough fabric, hoping to catch wind of what was being discussed inside.

“Connor,” a voice that must have been George Washington began, “what is wrong? Your letter sounded so unlike you and...”

“I, George, I...”

There was a brief pause.

“I should not have come here. I am sorry, George, I cannot, I...”

A light scuffle, the sound of a sob.

Charles raised his eyebrows in disbelief. From what he had seen of the Assassin, the boy was rather cold and controlled with all emotions except anger. For the boy to be in such a state...

He leaned his head closer to the tent. If something momentous had happened to the hated Brotherhood, if there was news to be had, then the Templars needed to know.

It could be vital for their position in the new world.

“Connor, Connor,” Washington soothed. “It’s alright. Whatever it is, it’s alright. I’ve got you.”

“You will detest me George. You will look upon me with contempt, and I am not sure if I can bear that.”

Charles blinked. Surely he had not heard that right. Surely the Omega Assassin hadn’t meant that the way he thought the boy meant it.

It was too ghastly to think of such a useless Alpha as Washington involved with someone quite as capable as the Master Assassin. Thorn in Charles’s side or not, the boy was talented, and even he deserved better than Washington.

“No, Connor, no. I could never hold you in contempt. Not you. Not for anything. You’ve done so much for me, and you mean so much to me, that I could never...”

So it was true.

Charles felt like retching at the image that came to mind. The Assassin’s sinewy body under Washington’s. The boy’s pretty amber-brown eyes gazing with adoration and love into Washington’s.

Even a half native deserved better than Washington.

“George, I—“

There was another silence, and Charles leaned forward to hear more.

“I have been feeling ill. I went to see Doctor White, and he said that...”

“That?”

“He thought I was, I am...pregnant.”

Charles nearly fell over.

Pregnant?

“Pregnant?” Washington echoed.

Another wretched sob.

“I think that when...that...happened in the jail, that he...”

Charles could hear the Assassin’s breath quicken from inside the tent.

“I was in heat, and it was the first time that...”

Another silence.

“I am so sorry George. I am so, so sorry. I did not mean for...”

“Connor.”

The harsh breathing quieted, and both Charles and the Assassin awaited Washington’s response.

“My dearest Connor. It is I who am sorry.”

Charles was disbelieving. Oh really?

“Sir?”

“It was in my defense that you came to this. It was in my defense that you were assaulted so. It was because of me that you now carry a...”

A bastard.

Charles’s bastard.

Charles’s breath hitched as he realized just what it was he’d heard.

Connor, the Master Assassin, their bane, was now carrying his child.

Astounding.

Simply astounding.

And what it could mean for their plans!

He could seize both mother and child! The law would be on his side.

The unwed Omega, pregnant. Why, if Charles claimed the child, then he could raise the child as he pleased.

And with the child in his grasp, the mother would have to surrender, would have to give up the Brotherhood foolishness.

It was perfect!

They had been planning on ambushing the Brotherhood and eliminating the threat altogether, but that was both troublesome and risky.

This was fate favoring him. This was the law, societal expectations, the world giving him their blessings.

Nothing could go wrong.

“Connor, I had planned to ask when things were better, when you were more recovered from your ordeal, but I worry for you now, for what can happen to you if people find out that you carry a child and are unwed...”

A sigh.

“I know. I know your people, your culture and your cities. I know how I would be viewed and the danger. It would be different for my people, but I do not wish to leave you in this war alone...”

Charles sneered. As soon as he gained control of the boy and the child, that would cease. It was lunacy to fight a war pregnant. He wasn’t of the antiquated belief that Omegas needed to be tied down and waited on hand and foot for the entire nine months, but he drew the line at actual combat.

“Are you keeping it? I have heard Omegas speak of herbs and medicines that...”

Charles tensed. If the Assassin planned to rid himself of the babe...

“I had thought about it. I do not know.”

It wasn’t the rejection that Charles had been hoping for.

“In truth, a part of me wishes to rid myself of this before it goes any further. I hate what was done to me. I hate the father and what he did to me. I hate that he took advantage of my heat. I hate him.”

“But?” Washington prodded.

“But I have also wanted a family for a long time. And this child, despite its father, may be the only family I am allowed. And that part of me wants to keep it. It is a new hope for me, I think, despite the way it was conceived.”

And despite himself, Charles could feel a welling of respect for the Assassin. He was strong.

“Oh Connor.”

He was as strong as Washington was weak.

“I am surprised, commander, that you ask such. Does not your culture, your religion forbid it?”

“I am a student of history, my Wolf.”

Wolf? What a ridiculous name.

“I know well enough that, before Christianity made its way to the great nations of the West, some of our nations allowed its people to kill children already born and with some years. The church views children and procreation within marriage as a religious duty, but it is not one wholly embraced by the people.”

“And you? What do you think?”

“I would leave the choice to you, my dear Connor. It is not my place.”

No, it wasn’t. It was Charles’s place.

“But I would make it easier if I could. So, dearest Connor...”

Charles could make out the sound of cloth shifting. The Assassin gasped softly.

“I love you and want to offer you the only protection I can. Will you marry me?”

A silence.

A deep and dark silence for Charles, who fumed outside the tent and dreamt of rending Washington to shreds.

The man would not dare to get in their way again. Not again.

“George, I...you are too good to me. I cannot allow you to waste your life with me when I carry another man’s child. Not just to protect me. I cannot...”

“Connor, Connor. You misunderstand me. I want to protect you, yes, but my love for you came from before this thought. Since I first met you, I was intrigued, then inspired and then bewitched by you. You are the single most amazing Omega I have ever met, and I can safely say that I have fallen in love with you.”

Another silence.

“If, if you truly do not wish to be with me, then I understand. But know this, I will never look at another Omega. I desire only you. You mean so much to me, and I—“

Washington was horribly cut off, and George thought he could hear heavy breathing. And then a sickeningly wet sound.

Like that of two lovers separating from a kiss.

“Then yes, George. Yes! I love you, I love...”

Another wet sound, followed by the sound of clothes being removed.

Charles abruptly jerked away from the tent.

He needed to report this to Master Kenway. He needed...

He needed to kill Washington.

For even daring to think about becoming the father to his child.

OMG! OMG! OMG! This chapter was amazing! The marriage proposal and Charles finding out about the pregnancy >__< Oh, anon how am I supposed to wait until tomorrow night for more??? Especially knowing that Charles is going to spill the news to Haytham ... and are George and Connor finally taking their relationship to the next level? O_O /plasters self against the tent/

Also, is there another General Braddock other than Edward?

Falling behind today thanks to my bratty nephew who just drove me crazy for hours. So may not post anything tonight.

OMG. I did not mean to write Braddock. This is what happens when you write fic after you're tired and everything...

Meant to write General Putnam.

._.

Good luck with family. :) Aww...nephew are adorable. :D

Heh, no problem anon, but for a moment I thought Charles was reliving a flashback, maybe how he started hating George for being Edward's second in command or something. Going to go back to rereading... because this chapter is just too amazing.

I sense upcoming tragedy, because soon Connor will not be in any condition to fight against both Charles and Haytham.

:D

Glad you like it!

Haven't quite thought that far ahead (I'm winging this somewhat), but deciding between two options, one of which is more tragic.

two options, one of which is more tragic

o_o oh?

Re: Strange Fates 7

(Anonymous) - 2013-04-06 06:05 (UTC) - Expand

Strange Fates

Chapter 8 - Sides

George had fallen asleep after a very pleasant evening, so it was with some confusion that he woke to cold sheets in his large tent.

“Connor?” he called out. He sleepily blinked and looked around for the young man.

When he didn’t see the mop of dark hair and those mesmerizing amber-brown eyes, he sat up in a hurry.

“Connor?” he called out again.

“Out here.”

George grabbed his clothes and hurriedly pulled them on. Once decently dressed, he stepped into the chill of the early morning winter New England air.

He blinked at the spectacle that awaited him.

“Connor, what are you doing?”

The young man was kneeling in the snow, a frown on his face as he stared at the bushes next to his tent.

Connor ignored his question.

“How many soldiers have graying black hair?”

George frowned at this.

“A few...”

“And which of those few have dogs with amber-brown fur?”

Dogs with amber-brown fur? The only person who came to mind was...

“Just General Charles Lee.”

Connor stiffened.

“Connor, what is going on?”

His Wolf looked grim, but said nothing.

George persisted.

“Please, love, let me share in whatever it is that is causing you distress.”

Amber-brown eyes looked at him, the gaze measuring, calculating.

Finally, his Wolf nodded.

“We had best speak in your tent then, away from the open.”

And they headed back inside to George’s tent.

----

One hour later, George stared incredulously at the young man he loved.

It, it couldn’t be. To think that, that...

He got up and paced in the tight, confined space, prowling like a tiger in a cage.

He looked at those amber-brown eyes, and when those eyes kept his gaze, he looked away again.

He wasn’t sure what to think, what to feel.

No, he knew what he thought. It was just so...so...

“Unbelievable.”

His Wolf looked at him worriedly.

“It is unfortunate, but it is true.”

George shook his head at this.

“I cannot believe it. Charles is my good friend. We have had difficulties in the past, but we served in the same squadron, served under the same man. We fought for the same causes and saved each other’s life more than I can remember. And now you’re saying that—“

“—Charles Lee wants to kill you.”

George shook his head again.

“Surely, you must be mistaken. He’s had countless opportunities. He needn’t have saved me all those times if he wanted me dead. It doesn’t make sense. To think that a man such as he—“

“—is working for a nefarious organization who is angry at you for taking the commander position in this war? Unfortunately yes. That is also why he did not kill you earlier. Before you became commander, it is likely he held no real enmity for you.”

George stopped pacing and fell back upon his sheets. Groaning, he covered his face with his hands.

It was truly unbelievable.

“But Charles is a good man. A brave soldier. A great leader of men and tactically very brilliant. It seems so ridiculous that he should be swayed with a fanatic organization—“

“—the child I carry is his.”

At first, George didn’t register the words, but then, he felt the blood rush to his head.

He sat up quickly, staring at the young Omega.

“What?” It came out as a whisper.

Connor’s eyes were steely and cold.

“I work for an opposing group, and when he found me in the prison...” Connor trailed off, but George did not need him to finish.

The meaning was clear.

Oh God.

George wanted to retch.

“He is not truly your friend, dear George. The man who tried to kill you, at the prison, after he tried to execute me...they were working together.“

George pressed a shaking hand to his mouth.

“They are part of the same group, an organization called the Templars. Their goal is to control and remake the world into a form that they deem appropriate. I believe they are working with both the patriots and the crown, hoping to emerge the victor in this conflict. Because of that, they desire your position and seek to—“

“—why didn’t you tell me?”

Connor stopped in mid-sentence. He blinked. Then he blushed uncomfortably.

“I am sorry George.”

Sorry?

“I am part of a different organization, one who seeks freedom and choice for everyone. We have been fighting the Templars for over 700 years, and it is forbidden to tell people not of the order about our existence—“

George grasped his Omega’s shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me that it was Charles who had assaulted you? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Didn’t his Wolf know that he wanted nothing more than to help him? Than to be able to protect him? It was a miss opportunity. Had George known, he would have Charles court-martialed and jailed.

Possibly executed for treason.

His Wolf looked at him solemnly.

“I told you he could not be trusted. You did not want to listen.”

George winced.

It was true. He had brushed off Connor’s concerns about Lee, certain about his own knowledge on his friend.

But...

“I would have listened had you told me it was he who assaulted you.”

He sounded petulant. He knew he sounded petulant.

But it was such a shock to him.

“His forcing himself on me has nothing to do with his treason. It only shows he is not a good man. You should not need that information to take my words seriously.”

George winced again. Connor had a point there.

It did not reflect well on him that he was so willing to brush off his most valued ally and his most precious person’s words.

It would have been different if he gave them due consideration, but he knew his heart that he had not.

He had been too sure of his own beliefs.

“And I am not altogether comfortable speaking of it. I wish to put it behind me, I wish to forget how it felt to have himself force his body into mine.”

That was wholly understandable.

God, George was a patronizing sod.

“I only stopped trying to convince you of his treason because it became clear you would not believe me without more proof. So I have been trying to gather more proof of his activities. However, his presence outside your tent last night changes everything, and I will not risk your safety for my comfort.”

He should not have to do that.

His Omega should not have to keep sacrificing for him.

“Connor, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t take your words seriously and conducted the investigation I should have conducted. I’m sorry I never listened to you or Israel when you two warned me about the attempts on my life. I’m sorry that I made things harder for you.”

Those eyes measured his words, measured his sincerity.

And Connor finally leaned into his hold.

“You also make my life a lot more bearable. Thank you for that.”

Been waiting all day for this, and wow this chapter is also amazing. I love how Connor is already analyzing clues (sloppy much, Charles?) outside the tent. Finally George knows (somewhat) about the Templar and Assassin war, but of course was majorly shocked that Charles in the father ... and ouch, I felt his pain when Connor had to point out that Washington never listening is what causes some of these major problems.

“And I am not altogether comfortable speaking of it. I wish to put it behind me, I wish to forget how it felt to have himself force his body into mine.”

That was wholly understandable.

God, George was a patronizing sod.

Oh, George /shakes head/ I feel for him and Connor.

So, now Charles knows that Connor is pregnant and engaged to Washington. Now, Connor knows that Charles knows. I wonder what's going to happen next.

/shakes with anticipation/

I'm just going to sit here and tap the refresh button for the next 24 hours ^^;

Hehe. Aww...thanks! :)

But yeah...George is kind of irritatingly oblivious a lot of the time. And he didn't listen to either Connor or General Putnam when they both warned him his life was in danger.

I always thought that it was kind of patronizing, so decided that George needed to learn how to listen to other people's concerns. He's good enough (historically, anyways) when it comes to listening to people talk about his shortcomings, but warnings seem to escape him somehow...

But yeah...George is kind of irritatingly oblivious a lot of the time. And he didn't listen to either Connor or General Putnam when they both warned him his life was in danger.

Yeah, but he is the Patriot Commander, so a lot of people are out to kill him. I think Achilles summarized it best when he was talking to Connor after the execution, that George shouldn't know about the Templars' plot to kill him because it would only affect his ability to lead and cause him to choke or second guess his actions - which would only work in the Templars' favor.

but warnings seem to escape him somehow...

Heh, except for when Connor found out about George's role in attacking his village for the second time, just cause Connor threatened to kill him or Haytham if they planned on stopping him, and Connor is good at keeping his word when it comes to killing people.

Re: Strange Fates 8

(Anonymous) - 2013-04-07 15:01 (UTC) - Expand

Just curious, is Charles already having marriage ideas with Connor or just plans on blackmailing him with the child?

Re: Strange Fates 8

(Anonymous) - 2013-04-08 02:24 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Strange Fates 8

(Anonymous) - 2013-04-08 02:35 (UTC) - Expand

Delurker here, I gotta say I'm obsessessed with your guys stories, especially this one. So much drama and fluffy angst! I wonder what George's reaction will be to learn that his Omega is not only an Assassin, but also the leader and mentor - a position I doubt Connor can give up until all the Colonial Templars are gone. Oohh I cant wait until Charles confronts Haytham about his discovery, so exciting!

Glad you like. :)

It's quite fun to write too, so it's always nice to see there's other people having fun along the way.

Strange Fates

Chapter 9 - Alliances

Charles had expected many things when he brought the news to Master Kenway. He’d expected frustration that the Assassin would soon be building a permanent alliance with the commander of the continental forces, cold resolve to finish the two thorns in their sides once and for all and even anticipation that they were cast closing on the time when they would need to finally take care of their ancient foe.

And he did see all of those things.

He just also saw his mentor turn white in fury and nearly faint in shock.

“You did what to my son?”

...son?

“Son?” he echoed his thoughts, feeling rather faint.

He could not have heard right. Really, he was feeling terribly dizzy all of a sudden, and he was certain that that would affect his hearing. He did not just hear Master Kenway say that the half-Native Assassin—

“—is my son.”

Well bugger.

He backed away nervously from his furious mentor.

“I...” he began.

He immediately choked as a hand grabbed him by the throat and threw him against the wall. He clutched weakly at the grip suffocating him, but the hand felt like iron around his throat.

“Charles,” his mentor’s voice was deceptively calm. “Is there anything else you would like to tell me? Any other relatives that you decided to sully? Any friends perhaps? Acquaintances?”

He paused then, as Charles strained to breathe through the tight hold around his neck.

“Tell me why you felt the need to violate him in that way. Well?”

“I...“ he tried again, wheezing as he tried to draw in breath.

The hand around his throat loosened somewhat, and he gratefully took in a few large gulps of breath.

“I am waiting,” came the stern tone, and Charles hurriedly shook his head.

“I did not mean to. I only meant to judge for myself how to defeat our foe and—“

“Do not lie to me Charles.”

One look into those cold gray eyes caused him to shudder and fall silent.

“One does not simply go from planning to rape.”

He leaned close, and, for once, Charles was terrified of the man.

“I would suggest you not lie to me again.”

Charles nodded quickly.

“I-I am sorry, Master Kenway. I-I was frustrated. He kept getting in our way, destroying our plans, killing Pitcairn and Johnson and harming the Order, and when he lay there, looking so vulnerable...”

He trailed off, not sure how to say it.

Master Kenway did not look amused. “Do go on.”

Charles gulped again and then whispered, “I wanted to break him.”

His mentor was silent for a long, long moment and, emboldened by the silence, Charles went on.

“I wanted to make sure he would never again have the spirit to wage war against us, that he was defeated and taken care of so that we would have no more trouble from him. I wanted him to know that the Assassins would forever be subjugated by our power and that it was useless to struggle against us and—“

“—and did it work?”

The tone was mild, but Charles shivered nonetheless.

He thought about it. He thought about how the Assassin was now poised to wed George Washington, and how the Assassin would soon be directly allied with the continental army. He thought about the fact that the boy would be at the ear of one of the most powerful people in this new nation that they were building, and how he would protect Washington from attacks even more fervently than before.

“No, it did not.”

That did not seem to satisfy Master Kenway.

“And tell me, Charles. Just what has your actions led to?”

Charles flinched as if struck.

“The Assassin Brotherhood has strengthened its connection to the rising new group of power in the new government. Hickey is dead. Washington now likely knows about us.”

It sounded even more terrible said out loud.

“And is this a good thing, Charles?”

Charles ground his teeth.

“No, sir.”

His mentor smiled a smile full of teeth.

“I didn’t think so.”

And then the next moment, Charles found himself on the ground, holding his broken nose in his hand and curling on his side.

He looked up at his mentor absently cracking his knuckles.

“If you ever endanger our Order like this again, Charles, you will have far more to worry about than simply the Assassin. Is this clear?”

Charles looked at him with horror on his face.

Master Kenway growled at him.

“I said, is this clear?”

Charles quickly nodded his head, wincing at the pain on his face.

“Good.”

And then his mentor reached out a hand to him.

Hesitantly, George took the hand. He was promptly pulled to his feet.

“Here,” his mentor held out his handkerchief. “You’ll want to staunch the blood flow.”

He took the handkerchief and held it to his nose. He was disgusted at the red that it was dyed.

“It seems that the Assassin is, unfortunately, in a position to cause us a lot of harm. We will have to move up the schedule to have the Brotherhood eliminated, but, at this point, I confess that with our resources being what it is, it will be singularly difficult to take them out.”

This was true. And it was even more difficult than Charles had realized, now that he knew that the Assassin was Master Kenway’s son.

His son.

How was that even possible?

Suddenly, Charles remembered about Master Kenway’s relationship with that Native woman. The same woman, he remembered, that had died in the fire when Charles and his team had come across George Washington’s troops burning the little Native village.

When he came by later to inquire after Master Kenway’s wench, his contacts in that village had told him that the woman’s son had returned from playing in the woods to see her burn. The boy had apparently disappeared while playing and had been lucky enough to be away from the village when Washington’s troops were still there. Something about more white men who had happened upon the boy and waylaid him...

Charles blinked.

So much was clear now.

That boy he had met earlier in the forest. The little boy who refused to tell him where the village was even though he threatened him. The little boy that they had knocked out.

That was the Assassin.

He’d seen Charles in the forest.

He’d seen Charles when Charles was tired and cranky and in a plain foul mood that was not made any better by the child’s obstinance. He’d seen Charles when Charles had let his temper get the best of him and done a few things that he hoped Master Kenway would never find out about.

He’d seen all the Inner Circle except Master Kenway on the day his village had burned. And then he watched his mother burn to death.

Charles wanted to scream.

Was he the reason for the Assassin’s existence? Was it because of him that the boy hunted them down and continuously spoiled their plans? Had he driven the boy into the arms of the man who had actually killed Master Kenway’s Native?

He wanted to laugh at that. The irony of the boy being engaged to someone he ought to hate with all his being, to someone that he ought to have been hunting.

It was a joke. An insane, ridiculous joke.

That two people who, by all rights, should detest and hate each other, would soon be joining forces against them...

Unless they were separated. They needed to be separated.

The Order was still recovering from the losses that the boy had inflicted. They might not survive a frontal assault against the combined strength of the Brotherhood and the continental army.

It was an unacceptable risk.

Charles looked towards his mentor who was thinking aloud the scenarios they may face with an assault. And he found himself still struck by the fact that Master Kenway was the Assassin’s father.

Another cosmic joke. That two entities who should have been on the same side were, instead, trying their best to kill each other. That father and son be at odds...

It struck him then.

It merged well with the thoughts he’d had a few nights earlier, when he first overhead the Assassin speaking with Washington.

A way to split the deadly threat levied against the Order. A way to declaw the Assassin. A way to strengthen the Order.

After he obtained approval from Master Kenway, he would need to pay a visit to James Collins.

^______^ Charles so deserved a broken nose, but didn't he already make that revelation of Connor being the little boy in the woods earlier? But heh, I do love how he finally realizes that's he is the cause of his own misery. I love Haytham's furious response to what had happened, he's furious that Charles fanned the flames of Connor's hatred and how it just brought Connor and Washington closer together.

But OMG those last four lines - what are you up to Charles that you need a lawyer for? And heh, I love how James (who is Clipperless this time, awww) is Charles' go-to-guy. Can't wait to see how this Templar alliance works.

He realized Connor was the little boy in the woods earlier, but he only just now realized that the little boy in the woods = son of Ziio = Haytham's son. And that revelation has him reeling.

:D Yep, Charles has some schemes up his sleeve...

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Despite Connor’s warnings, George had not really expected Charles to act. It was difficult, changing his thinking about the man. Charles had been, if not a friend, then certainly a respected peer for a very long time. Even knowing what the man had done to his Wolf, George still automatically began walking in the direction that should have been Charles’s tent before his mind caught up to his feet.

As he had expected, Charles had disappeared the night after Connor’s revelation. They discussed plans for what they should do if he ever returned, and his Wolf said that his recruits would always be on the lookout for him, but, for all intents and purposes, Charles had vanished.

His disappearance had hurt the morale of the troops. They had come to like him and viewed him as a capable leader, and it was disheartening for them to see that he was no longer amongst them. When George first caught wind of the grumbles of discontent, he had thought to reveal Charles’s traitorous affiliations.

It was only consideration for Connor and the secret war between the two factions that George remained silent. Who knew how many other of the so-called Templars had been seeded into his men? And even if they had all been taken care of, who would believe him anyways? That Charles, who had fought in battles alongside them, was a traitor who put his allegiances to a nefarious group above their own?

And so George kept a lookout for his former second as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months.

The missing crates of medicine and bandages had been restored to him by his lovely Wolf’s recruits. George learned that there were other Templars scattered about his forces, though Church was dead by the young Omega Clipper’s hand.

George had thought it fitting, that it was an Omega as resourceful as his Wolf himself that restored his much needed supplies to him.

What a marvelous group of people his soon-to-be wife led. And how strong Connor was to lead and inspire them.

It made him anxious to be wed. Their wedding was only a couple of months away, but Connor had written in his last letter that he was already altering his clothes and expanding the waistline of his trousers.

His bride was beginning to swell.

It hurt, knowing that his Wolf’s child would be by someone else. It hurt, knowing that the child would have Charles’s blood, but he was proud of his bride nonetheless.

And he would be proud of the child too, once they were wed. He would raise the child as if he or she shared his blood. He would love the child and be a father such that no one ever questioned the child’s paternity.

If he was ever given the chance.

The rumors began small. So small, that George had not really noticed them.

It was just whispers. Whispers from the troops whenever he walked past. Whispers that soon reached the lower level officers and circulated around the troops.

Whispers that never quite reached him.

Not until he walked happened upon a group of his men, his brothers-in-arms, laughing about his beloved Wolf and wondering how Connor was in bed.

And if the Wolf only spread his legs for generals or if they would have in on the fun as well.

George felt sick.

Connor had given them his time and blood and sacrificed so much on their behalf.

For his troops to mock him so...

He’d had those men disciplined, ignoring the hurt looks thrown his way.

He would not allow his fiancé to be spoken of so. He would not allow Connor to be slandered so.

It wasn’t until later that he wondered how they had known Connor was an Omega in the first place.

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“What?”

George was aghast. This could not be right. He couldn’t be hearing this right.

Israel Putnam looked uncomfortable.

“I do not know how or why this is spreading, but the men seem to be under the impression that Connor is a...”

Whore.

It was such a disgusting word, and George was furious that such a term would ever be connected to his Wolf.

“George,” Israel began. “This is not good for us. We rely on him for some delicate operations, and he has ever been helpful to us, but if the troops have no confidence in him because he’s been sleeping around...”

George snapped. How dare he? How dare Israel?

“He’s not a whore!”

Israel shrugged.

“I don’t really care what a man does on his own time. But the fact of the matter is, the men do, and...”

“And nothing. He’s helped us from the start. Without him, we wouldn’t even be this far. So suggest that we disassociate ourselves from him...”

He couldn’t leave Connor. They were going to get married in a couple of months.

Israel looked skeptical.

“Do you know what it’s doing? The men think that he’s allowed to lead on those missions because he’s sleeping with the generals. They think he’s being preferential treatment.”

George frowned.

“You and I both know that he’s not even officially part of this army.”

Israel shrugged.

“The troops don’t care. Men will say what they want to say, damn the consequences. And with little else to amuse themselves, they are turning to this...gossip...for relief.”

George paced desperately.

“It’s just gossip, Israel. Surely they don’t really...”

Israel put a weary hand upon his brow.

“It started out as gossip. No one knows who began it, but there is no doubt in my mind that it started out that way.”

He paused.

“Then it began to circulate widely. And the men started believing it. They said he...”

Here, he paused again, aware of the delicateness of what he was about to say.

“They said he slept with Charles and was impregnated with his child. They say that the reason Charles left is because he couldn’t stand seeing the Omega he loved sleep around with all the other generals.”

It was vile. It was disgusting.

And George had a sneaking suspicion he knew the source of those rumors.

“That’s not true,” he whispered. “Charles raped him. And then he fled when he found out that I knew—“

Israel cut him off.

“The men are never going to believe the truth. Not now. The rumors are too entrenched into their minds.”

Israel sighed then.

“The only good news about this sorry mess is that you’re not implicated in any way. They still hold you in high esteem.”

George gulped. Israel didn’t know about his engagement.

No one knew about his engagement.

They had made it secret for a reason, choosing to share the news with no one except Connor’s mentor.

He had the feeling it wouldn’t be staying secret for long.

“They said he slept with Charles and was impregnated with his child. They say that the reason Charles left is because he couldn’t stand seeing the Omega he loved sleep around with all the other generals.”

Oh god the Templar rumors are just evil. After all the amazing things Connor has done, it's suddenly overshadowed by widespread rumors that he was unfaithful to Charles. Israel is already talking about the Generals disassociating themselves with Connor was just painful ;_;

Just wondering, are George and Connor waiting to get married after the child is born?

BTW Love how Clipper ends up taking care of Church, Connor must be so proud of his student scoring his first IC member kill.

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Chapter 11 - Second Move

The new rumors started several days later. It was different than the last. The trusting camaraderie of his men turned chill, and many of them looked at him with questions and doubt in their eyes.

Israel noted the change. So did Sam and Paul, when they stopped to visit with their weekly news from the city front.

They told him that they had heard disturbing rumors. They told him that they had heard that Connor was seducing him to gain power. That he had fought all along for his own people and that, since George was the commander of the continental forces, he was trying to sleep with him to ensure his own people’s safety.

They said that Connor was wiling his way into George’s bed.

When George learned that, it felt as if all the breath had left his body.

His knees felt weak. They felt as if they would buckle at any moment.

That it should be so easy to stir up hatred against the young Omega he loved. That it should be so easy for his men to turn against the one who saved them time and time again.

He’d heard the recent stories. He’d noted how they’d subtly changed events, so that instead of Connor saving them, it was someone else instead.

Someone colonial. Someone Alpha. Someone white and of a solid protestant background.

And he’d been disbelieving at first, because they had all been there for many of his Wolf’s exploits. They had seen the truth with their own eyes. To hear them deny it now...

He’d thought it was impossible. He’d thought that, surely, it was just a bad joke going around. Surely they couldn’t believe something false when they had seen the truth with their own eyes.

He’d been wrong.

Men will believe what they want to believe, and will rewrite history so as not to challenge their sacred beliefs.

And they wanted to believe themselves superior to an Omega.

They wanted to believe themselves superior to a half-Native Omega who constantly saved them.

George was ashamed to realize that he had been like that too.

After all, hadn’t he ordered Native villages burned down in the past when they resisted? Hadn’t he ordered the seizure of some of the land?

He wanted to deny it. He wanted to console himself with thoughts that he was only alleviating the suffering of the colonies. That he was taking land not fully used and giving it to people who would be productive with it.

That was the problem, wasn’t it? He was taking land to the loss of one group of people to benefit another group of people. He was constantly making the decision that one group of people were more important than another.

And it wasn’t because he truly believed himself to be better as it was with other people of the colonies. He had told no lie when he last spoke to Connor. He was a student of history and fully cognizant that without the Natives, the colonies would never have survived, would never have progressed to the point they had.

And he respected them for that, though he had forgotten that respect when Braddock died. But he learned that respect anew. With Connor. With his beautiful Wolf.

No, his crimes were simply because the people he chose to benefit were his people. His duty was first and foremost to them, and if that meant he had to hurt other peoples...

It was no defense, he knew.

And it was sickening, in light of his attachment to his beautiful Wolf. But he could only move forward and resolve future issues through an impartial lens.

He would be better. He would give Connor no cause to doubt him.

And he would change his men’s opinions. He would change this somehow so these slanderous rumors against Connor would stop.

He must.

If they continued...

If they continued, his men would doubt his leadership. They would question his orders at critical times. People would die. They would lose.

It was inconceivable, the thought of the colonies suffering once again under the Crown’s rule. Spinning wheels being banned so that the colonies would be forced to trade their valuable raw goods for textiles and other goods made in England.

Smelters and metal-workers and other craftsmen forbidden to craft, so that England could have the best and most favorable market with which to gain economically, while the colonies are left behind to slave away for her glory.

They would decay. They would never be allowed to gain independence. They would never be allowed favorable trading terms or the abilities to make their own goods, all because the Crown needed to maintain the yoke around their necks.

The colonies were full of people who wanted to make their own way. They were industrious (though George personally loathed the squatters who refused to budge from his property). They desired to make their own textiles, rather than importing expensive British textiles. They wanted to work their own metal and make their own goods and be a nation that could be proud of itself.

A nation that was free and could stand on its own feet.

That was their dream.

It was the dream the Crown wouldn’t let them have.

Just like they’ve done in many, many other places.

They’d fought to rid themselves of the necessary yoke. They fought long and hard, and everyone made sacrifices.

And now this rumor was risking all of that. His men were letting the rumor risk all of that.

He could nip it all in the bud. He could deny his affections for his lovely Wolf.

He imagined what would happen if he did not marry Connor. He imagined the child being born into wedlock.

He saw, in his mind’s eye, his beautiful Wolf. He saw Connor being spat upon by the townsfolk and generally avoided. He saw that everyone refused to buy his goods and that he was cheated all the time when they did. He saw his proud Wolf reduced to a husk of his former self, relegated to the outskirts of society.

He would be lucky. He had enough hunting skills that he would never starve. But it would be a difficult and miserable life for him. He would turn cold and bitter.

And his child...

A child in his arms, whimpering at the cold glares from the townsfolk. Innocent of the world and yet condemned by it.

Or, his mind grasped frantically, or Connor would remove himself back to his people. He would be accepted there.

But...but there were already whisperings of jealousy at the vast tracts of land that belonged to the Native tribes. The colonies lusted over that land, over all that land going wasted and most being made to better use.

Livestock. A farm. A respectable living.

It wasn’t a far leap to imagine that there would be conflict. And what would happen to Connor? What would he do, if the Natives and the colonies ever warred against each other?

It was unbearable. He could not deny his affections. He wouldn’t.

He’d just have to find some other way to rid himself of these rumors.

He wasn’t about to lose his future with Connor.

“Sir!”

He looked up to see a young messenger drop a letter in his hand.

“From the Wolf, sir.”

From Connor. Quickly, he thanked the boy and handed him a coin and then retreated into the privacy of his own tent.

The situation was too delicate to read it out in the open.

At the first words, his countenance stiffened, and his mouth fell slack-jawed.

Dearest George,

My recruits have relayed to me the happenings at the camp. I am sorry that I did not foresee this.

Your position is too important to this war and to your people. And, so, I respectfully withdraw from our arrangement.

Please forgive me.

I remain respectfully yours,

Connor

His hands crumpled the letter, and he snarled.

He was not losing the Omega he loved. He refused to lose Connor.

Not to Charles Lee’s manipulations. Not to his own men’s jealousy and wounded pride. Not to anyone.

Not even to Connor himself.

He would fix this.