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Strange Fates

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.

OMG I teared up at this chapter, at the very idea of the future of Connor being treated so horribly while raising a child alone. At least he would still have the Homestead and his people, but I never imagined how difficult it would be for business both and land and sea would suffer. Also <3 George for not giving up! Just not sure how he would fix this, Charles is just so diabolically clever and ruthless when there's something that he wants.

Yupyup! It always struck me how absolutely adamant Haytham was in the game about keeping Charles alive. Haytham seemed like a very practical man, so Charles must be extremely clever and ruthless for Haytham to view him as the "only hope."

But yeah, things would be very difficult for Connor. He knows this, but he's prepared to face it, knowing all the consequences. George isn't prepared to let him face it. :)

It's a reflection of being part of a population that is not accepted. A consequence of things like institutionalized racism, institutionalized sexism and a great many other things.

...like Jean Valjean in Les Miserables, the parole card identifying him as part of a class of undesirables (criminals). Or the Untouchables in India. Being marginalized often results in limited economic potential.

In this case, the authorities (and I think organized religion, too, but I'm not sure) were trying to limit bastards being born, because it was a question of 1) morality but more importantly 2) economics. Inheritances became a problem. And where money is concerned, people are...

So they try to make it as punitive as possible to commit adultery (defined as two people having relations who were not married to each other...so two singles count) and have a child in wedlock.

Interestingly enough, it could all be avoided if colonial New England were matriarchal, instead of patriarchal. If inheritances and family were traced through the female line... :D

Speaking of Haytham, wow, I knew he was be cold, but to allow his son to be punished by society after being nearly executed, raped and impregnated... /shivers/ he really would sacrifice everything for the Order

But yeah, things would be very difficult for Connor. He knows this, but he's prepared to face it, knowing all the consequences. George isn't prepared to let him face it. :)

Awww, they are so sweet together. I totally admire Connor for being so strong, but it's because he has no choice. The moment he breaks down, the Brotherhood will be in danger as well as George.

So now this new wave of rumors has canceled the wedding. I do wonder what George's next move will be. Will he try to get the other Generals to speak against this rumor considering that many of them could be married and are be accused of adultery?

I'm dying to know what Charles' next move will be, he's just so evil in this... I love it.

Well, the point of the trap was so that they'd make things so horrible that Connor would have to give in. The expected value of giving in would be much higher than the expected value of not giving in, so...

But yes, I always did get the sense that, even if Haytham loved Ziio and was rather curious and intrigued by Connor, the Order came before all else for him. He can still mourn those lost opportunities, but he wouldn't do anything differently if it would hurt the Order.

Strange Fates

Chatper 12 - Third Move

Charles walked past the few guard patrols and calmly ignored the pair of eyes glaring into his back. He strolled into the camp, noting that the bothersome commander was nowhere in sight, and slowly made his way to where his old tent would have been.

Slowly, but naturally.

It would not do to give his game away so early.

He carefully eyed the few wandering officers. No one seems to have really noticed him yet (except a certain pair of eyes), and that was precisely what he wanted.

It was not enough though. He needed the area to be completely clear, not a man in sight.

Thankfully, he was well versed in the routines of the men of this army. Most of them had been under his command. His lips twisted in a contemptuous sneer as he remembered that they were all also under Washington’s command.

But no. That was irrelevant. It would be irrelevant soon.

First, though, he needed to wait until all the officers went off to their tents and before the guards would come patrolling this area.

It was close, very close, and he could feel the eyes burning into his back.

Only one man left, and he was fast striding away.

Soon...

With a practiced whirl, Charles pivoted on his heel and caught the hand flying at him, hidden blade exposed.

While his other hand disarmed the boy’s tomahawk and closed about one fine wrist, he kicked at the boy’s feet, seeking to destabilize him.

It worked.

The boy stumbled back, off-balance, and he fell with him, making sure that his weight did not fall upon the boy’s softly rounding belly.

It would not do to harm his heir.

The fall dazed the boy, and amber-brown eyes blinked owlishly up at him before those full lips curved into a snarl.

The boy’s wrists he kept pinned to the ground. The legs he tangled with his own.

The boy, he noticed, fit under him as neatly as he did in the prison.

Delightful.

“In such a hurry to be under me again. I would think you’ve missed me, my dear,” he smirked.

The boy growled in anger. “Get off of me.”

Charles shook his head in amusement.

“Now, why would I want to do that?”

A push of the pinned wrists against his hand. The lovely body beneath his bucking against him in an attempt to break free.

So useless.

So...arousing.

Charles leaned down next to that tan ear.

“We have plenty of time for that later,” he whispered.

Then he stiffened and leaned away from the young man trapped underneath him.

Any minute now. Any minute...

His ears caught the faint sound of footsteps.

There.

Quickly, he leaned forward and seized the boy’s mouth in a deep kiss. At another time, he would have licked to taste the boy’s mouth, but doing so while he was not properly trained would only result in Charles losing his tongue.

And Charles was no idiot.

He was not so fond of what he would have to do now, but it would be necessary to keep the boy quiet for the duration.

That was all that counted.

Quickly, he jolted his head forwards, driving the boy’s head into the ground with force.

It was risky, but that was why he had protected his forehead with metal. He was sure he looked ridiculous wearing it, but he would take the ability to think and act over appearances any day.

As he expected, the boy’s eyes became dazed, glancing about in confusion.

Perfect.

He heard the gasp behind him and broke the kiss.

“I can’t tell you how happy you have made me,” he made sure to say quite clearly and loudly.

“I never believed those rumors. I knew that you were faithful to me, and that you’d never do something so crass as to seduce our beloved commander. And now my faith has paid off, and you have agreed to be my wife. Why, I am so happy I can hardly bear it! We will be married in front of the church and our child will be legitimate!”

He leaned down to kiss those lips again, still slack as their owner struggled to regain his wits.

The presence behind him quickly turned and ran from the camp, having seen and heard everything.

No doubt, the patrol guard would relay the news to the rest of the army. And those soldiers would share the knowledge in letters to their wives and family. And from there, well...

He could imagine George Washington learning about this. The man would be fuming and heartbroken. Perhaps he would be convinced that his precious Wolf had betrayed him. Perhaps he would realize what Charles had done and fume against him.

It did not matter. The man could not interfere at this point. Now that Charles had made his claim public, and all the army would soon come to know that the child that the boy carried was his, there was not a lot Washington could do.

If he tried to claim Connor, Charles would accuse him of seducing away his fiancé. And he would seize the child once it was born. The laws tended to favor the father over the mother.

And even if he did nothing, the loss of his beloved Assassin would surely cause him to begin making more mistakes than not.

Mistakes Charles fully intended to capitalize on.

Either way, Washington would be removed from power.

Either way, Charles would have a marvelous heir.

And perhaps...

A growl sounded below him. And Charles looked down to the amber-brown eyes glaring at him in hatred.

Perhaps he would have a lovely Omega to sate his lusts on, too.

It was...exhilarating, his options.

That was the thing about plans.

They were beautiful when they unfolded just as he had foreseen.

:D

OMG! I love evil genius Charles and that reunion was amazingly hot, poor Connor, why do I love it when you're tortured with porn? Oh, George, I'm not sure how you're going to out-smart Charles now.

Did I say I'd be nice to Connor? I meant that, at the end, I will be nice to Connor. :)

But yeah, was thinking of this rather like a chess move, with Charles moving first. How will our dear commander and his pretty Wolf respond?

:D

How will our dear commander and his pretty Wolf respond?

I have no idea! Charles is definitely cunning and (wow, he managed to block and disarm a Master Assassin, Haytham must be so proud...err... about his defensive skills and not about Charles raping his son) while Connor is good at sniffing out Templar plots, however, I don't think he's on par yet with countering Charles (and the rest of the Templars' moves). Also, George may be prepared to fight, but he's been so in the dark for so long about Charles' true nature.

Keep in mind that Connor is beginning to get a bit of added weight at a very awkward place. :)

And that this was effectively a trap laid out by Charles so Charles was expecting him at that moment.

Connor's really good with a weapon so any other situation would have led to Charles being removed from the fabric of life.

Delurker here and WOW, I knew a 'proposal' was coming but was not expecting this! Lee is so deliciously evil, and I love how he loves just pinning Connor to the ground. So is there actually going to be a wedding?

There's no way Connor will show up for that unless through blackmail involving George, but I also doubt his mentor, recruits and George would let him go through with it. After all, they don't know that the Templars know that Connor is the Grand master's son, right? Probably believe that after Connor gives birth the Templars would only do horrendous things to the helpless Omega or possibly even kill him

::bites nails::

The suspense is killing me anon, dying to know what happens next!

Thanks! :)

I think of it as an elaborate chess set, so there are still more moves to be played. :D And you are absolutely right, given time and space, Connor would find a way to wiggle out of it. The trap is actually 4-fold.

Strange Fates

Chapter 13 - Check

Charles was rather enjoying the glare in those lovely amber-brown eyes. Strange how they seemed so fetching now that he knew they came from Master Kenway.

Without those eyes, the boy would be nearly so unique and desirable. Amber was such an unusual shade. Most unlike that of the other Natives and, indeed, of most people that Charles knew. Only when Master Kenway was using his talent did he ever see it, shimmering in the back of the eyes. It was mesmerizing and strange and beautiful all at once.

It spoke of the spark of wildness in both Master Kenway and his son and formed a most exquisite contrast in the elder Kenway.

He was such a dignified, ordered man, that to see that wild shimmer...

It was what separated Master Kenway from the others. The others were tame dogs. Trained to obey and heel. But Master Kenway would always be a wild wolf. Majestic and predatory and awe-inspiring. Calm one moment, unleashed the next.

So caught up was he in his fantasies on the elder Kenway that Charles completely missed the sudden movement of the Assassin.

That is, until a sharp mind-erasing pain seized him.

Charles curled up, hands protectively shielding his aching crotch.

The Assassin boy shoved him off with one hearty push and leapt to his feet, snatching up the fallen tomahawk and threatening him with the edge.

Charles knew he should protect himself from the deadly weapon, but all he could think to say was—

“—you bloody kneed me in the groin!”

He was heartened to see the boy sway somewhat, no doubt still a little dazed from the earlier head impact.

“It was deserved.”

The boy might have a point there.

Charles grimaced and contemplated putting some distance between him and the infuriated boy with the tomahawk aimed at him. However, a quick twitch of his thigh muscles told him that his groin was in no condition to be moving anywhere.

Well bugger.

His plans had all involved getting out alive, preferably with the Assassin in tow but that was not a necessary part of his calculations. However, it would all fall apart if the boy ended his life here...

“It will not go well for you,” he gasped.

Ah good. The pain was subsiding.

Somewhat.

The boy did not look convinced, but Charles was gratified to see that the tomahawk had not already flown at his head.

“Taking you out will remove the threat to the commander’s position and ensure that I and my child are left in peace afterwards. I do not see how this would be to anyone’s detriment save yours.”

“The world would never leave you in peace. I’ve left enough gossip to ruin all three of your lives forever if I die here.”

To Charles’s disbelief, the boy shrugged.

Shrugged.

“I know how the colonials think. I know there will be no welcome for me after this. It does not matter.”

And then, as quick as a viper, he leapt at Charles.

Charles managed to roll away just in time, the tomahawk biting into the dirt where his head had been.

“You don’t care about your child? You don’t care about the commander?” Charles spat, dodging the blows as best he could.

He kept his eye on both the deadly tomahawk and the equally deadly hidden blade. The Assassin, young as he was, pregnant as he was, was still quite the master at this most lethal of dances.

If Charles weren’t so busy trying to stay alive, he would’ve been highly aroused. As it was, he was torn between admiration between how expertly the boy moved (smooth, practiced, almost elegant) and frustration at the boy’s obstinance.

He was definitely Master Kenway and that Native woman’s son.

Charles wondered why he didn’t see it before.

“You make the mistake of thinking that I am trapped here, forced to bear the scorn of those who do not matter to me.”

Charles sneered at this. The boy was still so naïve. He truly didn’t understand the world.

Hardly surprising from an Assassin.

“It would not just be scorn. You would not be able to buy food because no one would trade with you. You would not be able to sell goods and earn a living. No one would help you. No one—“

The tomahawk scored a slice on his upper arm, and Charles stumbled backwards.

“Do you always speak so much in a fight?”

Charles growled at the boy.

“You are naïve if you think anyone will have anything to do with you.”

Again, the boy shrugged.

It was infuriating. “It would cause me grief, yes. But my people would not act such. And there is more than one world in which I may retreat and find a life if this door becomes closed to me.”

Charles narrowed his eyes. There was still one more card he had to play.

“And you would leave your commander to shame? The troops are already whispering that you sought improper relations with him after you left me. If I disappear, suspicion will fall upon him.”

The Assassin paused at this. But then shook his head.

“The rumors are not so bad. He would not accused over this.”

That tomahawk raised suddenly and aimed at him.

“You have done everything possible to bring yourself to this end. May you rest in peace.”

And that tomahawk swung back and—

“You might want to put that down. Son.”

Startled, both Charles and the boy Assassin turned to stare at the elegantly blue and black clad gentleman. Said gentleman held the arm of a pale George Washington.

To anyone else, it would’ve looked as if the man was merely escorting an old friend. But between Washington’s pallor and the hidden blade Charles could just barely see glinting against Washington’s side, it was clear to both him and the boy Assassin that Washington was not there by choice.

For a moment, all four stood staring at each other. The boy’s gaze darted from Charles to Master Kenway back to Charles and finally to Washington.

The boy looked sad and torn and frustrated, and Charles was afraid that he would decide that killing Charles was more important than saving Washington.

But then the tomahawk fell from listless fingers. And the boy looked away in anger.

It was a strong move indeed, and Charles felt a wash of gratefulness sweep over him that his mentor had actually come to save him.

And with such a well-played move.

Bravo, Master Kenway, bravo.

OMG! OMG! OMG! Haytham! >D I was wondering when he would reveal himself to Connor and wow, taking George (say hello to your would-be father-in-law) hostage - check, indeed. Also LOL at Connor kicking Charles in the groin, so well deserved! ARGH! Dying for the next part, anon!

Also, got home late from work tonight so running behind, will post new update tomorrow.

Oops I meant kneeing Charles in the groin. I also love Connor's calm nonchalance and shrugging at Charles' threats.

Yupyup. Despite everything that happened to him, Connor is not to be messed with. :D

I felt so gleeful when I wrote Charles getting kneed. Sooooo deserved.

Strange Fates

Chapter 14 - Negotiations

George Washington shook in fear and fury. He’d been tricked.

When he first saw the unknown man, he had wanted to sound the alarm at the presence in his tent. He had disregarded the threat to his own life and was planning on yelling out to alert the guards. It was worrisome that a virtual stranger, though a somewhat familiar stranger, had managed to infiltrate the camp, and the odds were high that it was a hitman from the Crown, seeking to eliminate him.

The man must have seen his intent, because he then whispered that they would kill Connor and the unborn child he carried within him if he so much as made a sound. That the young Omega would wed death if he brought any guards running.

It was...petrifying. George ordinarily would never have believed such a threat, but the fact that the man knew about the planned wedding at all...

Only Charles Lee knew of it. Only Charles Lee had eavesdropped on them while they were discussing Connor’s condition.

And George had realized that the man threatening him must have been a Templar. To know of the particulars of his and Connor’s relationship and to be able to subdue such a skilled and powerful individual as his Connor...

It was frightening.

And while he had considered for a moment, he really didn’t have much of a choice at the end. He could not let his Wolf die so. And even if he did alert the guards, what chance did they have against such a fearsome foe? If they had managed to subdue even Connor...

And so he had meekly followed the man. Pretending that nothing was wrong even as a blade was pressed firmly against him, hidden from view by his own jacket.

It wasn’t until he saw his beautiful Wolf holding Charles at bay and about to end him that he realized he’d been tricked.

He was about to yell, the consequences be damned, when the man holding him captive leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“I’ve been told I am very good with a pistol. In less than 5 seconds, I can leave you fatally bleeding to death while I shoot him through the heart. You wouldn’t want that would you?”

The fiend.

He’d been tricked.

And now there was nothing he could do, as the threat that he had been tricked with turned into reality.

George had no doubt that the man was fully capable of doing what he threatened.

He ground his teeth in frustration.

It wasn’t until the man called out to his beloved Wolf that George realized just who the man was.

Connor’s father...

George shuddered as he remembered the coldness in the man’s voice as he threatened his own child.

The man was heartless indeed.

----

Charles felt relief as that tomahawk dropped.

He wouldn’t die.

Not this day at least.

Hurriedly, he made his way to Master Kenway’s side, ignoring the white and shaken Washington glaring fiercely at them both.

Master Kenway was first to speak.

“Your taste in men is quite deplorable, Connor.”

The boy did not look pleased at this statement.

“Your taste in brothers is far worse.”

Charles growled at that. Unlike Washington, he and his deceased comrades were perfect companions for Master Kenway. They certainly didn’t need saving time and time again.

His thoughts stalled at that upon thinking about their current situation.

Well, not all the time at least.

Master Kenway chuckled.

“It is true that some of them,” he glanced quickly at Charles, “have done a few truly regrettable things as of late. You may rest assured that such an occurrence will not happen again.”

Charles looked chagrined at that.

“Do you keep them on leashes, then, to make such a declaration?”

“Of a sort.”

The Assassin did not look convinced.

He glared away, looking too disgusted to even look at them.

Charles felt offended on Master Kenway’s behalf.

How dare the boy treat them so? As if they were scum on the bottom of his boots?

How dare he act as if Master Kenway were telling a falsehood? As if Master Kenway would waste his time lying to him?

But before Charles could put the boy into his place, Master Kenway shook his head.

“They will not come, Connor.”

Charles froze at that.

They?

“I disabled the guards that were due to patrol this area before this all started and left instructions that will send the rest of patrol on a wild goose chase. No one is coming, so you can stop looking for them.”

The boy turned his glare back on them.

Oh.

So the boy’s seeming dismissal had had a purpose.

Well.

Charles felt admiration grow for Master Kenway.

To know in an instant what the enemy is doing and thinking, to plan ahead of time and take away the enemy’s moves...

His mentor was clearly a genius.

“That is not precisely true, father.”

Charles turned back to the Assassin in shock.

Master Kenway narrowed his eyes at his son.

“Oh?”

The tone was mild, but Charles knew that the milder Master Kenway sounded, the more deadly and dangerous he was.

“There are two patrols headed this way. My recruits made sure of that, lest something like this occurs. I knew that it was likely to be a trap, given how oblivious Lee seemed. And though I did not anticipate his...exact...actions, I did plan for your interference.”

That...wasn’t good.

And Charles felt grudging respect for the boy rise. The Assassin was more like his father than he cared to admit.

Both dangerous and beautiful.

And almost as beguiling as his father.

Charles swallowed uncomfortably, realizing that if his plan did succeed, he would have a very dangerous wife on his hands. It aroused him.

Master Kenway did not look pleased, but also did not seem very worried either.

“Ah, so you are more perceptive than I thought. Good, though it inconveniences me terribly.”

The Assassin looked suspiciously at him.

“You seem quite relieved despite the fact that multiple patrols are headed this way.”

Master Kenway smiled.

“You seem unconcerned by the fact that I am holding your beloved hostage.”

The boy shrugged.

“You will not kill him.”

Charles looked at him in disbelief at that. Of course Master Kenway would kill Washington. They’d been trying to kill him for quite some time now!

Master Kenway raised a brow. “Oh?”

“If the commander dies, neither of you two will escape alive. The patrols will join me in fighting you, and, between our combined strengths, we would be able to end Lee’s life there, at least.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed.

“Despite the loathsome man he is, you seem rather taken with him. I do not think you would let him perish.”

“You are definitely more perceptive than I thought.”

Charles looked at Master Kenway in shock. It was one thing to know that he was valuable to the Order, but to have Master Kenway admit it...

“I will make this quick then. We will spare your lover. We will allow your comrades to live and work in a temporary truce.”

What?

“What?” the boy repeated, looking as shocked as Charles felt.

“We will even end some of the rumors that malign Washington’s reputation.”

Charles frowned. He had worked hard on those!

“We hate the Crown just as much as you, and this war should be first priority. We will help this nation become independent.”

The boy looked suspicious again.

“In return for...?”

Master Kenway smiled again.

“No Assassin can kill us while the truce is in effect, the Brotherhood works with the Order against the Crown...”

The boy thought about it.

“That is fair.”

“...and you marry Charles.”

The boy jerked back as if burned.

“You want me to...” He looked as if he would be ill.

“It solves many of our problems. Your child would be legitimate. You would not be scorned and would still be able to exert your influence here, the way you could not if you simply bore the scorn or retreated to your village. And...”

“...And you would be able to seize my assets. You would control my life and that of my child’s.”

Charles’s mentor inclined his head gracefully.

“There is that.”

The Assassin looked disgusted.

“No.”

Master Kenway raised an eyebrow in mock surprise.

“You would have us slit Washington’s throat? You would take away the combined might of our forces against the Crown?”

The boy looked torn at that.

“You would not do that. Your Lee would...”

“Try me.”

And with that, Master Kenway grabbed the pistol at his belt, flicked back the safety, brought it to Wsahington’s temple and pulled the trigger.

Both the Assassin and Charles jumped in shock.

Washington looked faint.

“I forgot there was a missing round,” Charles’s mentor muttered to himself. “But the other rounds are there.”

The Assassin swallowed.

“You would ruin whatever chance you yourself have if you killed him.”

Master Kenway did not look fazed.

“I would gladly take that chance to prevent you from wedding someone so unworthy.”

It was a bluff. It must be a bluff.

So why did Charles feel worried?

“I...” the Assassin looked unsure, nervously at Washington, who began to struggle.

“Let him, Connor,” he choked, unable to shout against the pressure against his throat. “Don’t tie yourself to the bastard who raped you on my account!”

Master Kenway calmly knocked him about the head, dazing the man.

“Well?”

He looked at the Assassin expectantly.

The boy gulped.

“I-I will wed Lee.”

Charles let out a sigh of relief. To have this actually work out...

“Excellent. Charles, restrain him.”

The Assassin looked shocked.

“What?”

Master Kenway sighed. “I cannot have you renege on our deal. So you will disarm yourself and come with us. And in return, we will leave Washington here.”

The boy looked angry, and Washington began to struggle again as he recovered his wits, but one additional knock laid the man unconscious.

“Do not hurt him!” the boy cried, eyes worriedly and tenderly looking over that still form.

“Then surrender to us, son.”

And the Assassin nodded, eyes still on the form of his lover.

Charles never hated Washington more than he did at that moment.

Wow, Haytham is truly a master manipulator. OMG what's going to happen to Connor now? What will George and the Assassins do? Big manhunt for the Templars? And LOL Charles getting aroused at the thought of having a dangerous wife... Oh he's going to regret it

Yeah...not sure how yet myself, but definitely heading in that direction. :D Charles is definitely hot for the dangerous Kenway boys.

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this is so exciting, anon, I was holding my breath towards the end - so thrilling! I'm totally hooked, these fills are all awesome.

Thanks! :D

Wow, is Charles jealous of Connor's affection towards Washington already?

Not quite. He hasn't begun to feel jealous and possessive of Connor specifically yet, but he is definitely jealous of the fact that Washington inspires loyalty, dedication and love in people (including Connor). They picked Washington as commander over him. And, despite the rumors, the troops still think kindly of him and love him. And now Connor, who Charles is beginning to get intrigued by is also devoting himself to Washington.

Charles is really jealous of Washington, because he's never the person people are devoted to.

Um...so story took on a life of his own...no idea where my hand'll take me at this point...

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Chapter 15 - Hostage

The Assassin boy stalled three more times on the way to the horses Master Kenway had arranged for them. Each time, Master Kenway had needed to remind his erstwhile son that he had agents within the continental forces besides Charles who were instructed to shoot Washington unless the boy cooperated.

And each time, although the boy would glare at them in hatred, he acquiesced.

Charles wanted to despise him. It should have been easy. He was half-Native. He was that boy that has been causing trouble for them since he was 5. He was besotted with that fool Washington.

But just as Charles could feel himself falling into the old thoughts of contempt and derision, he would notice something the boy did.

The way he walked. Dignified and proud, despite his captivity.

The way he looked for any advantage at all, sharp mind clearly always at work.

The way he stared disdainfully at them, as if they were below his notice.

Even the way he sat in the saddle. Master Kenway had ordered him to sit in front of him, not wanting to be able to access his own horse (that was just asking for him to escape) and the boy was clearly uncomfortable.

But he made no complaint. And he sat with clear poise, back ramrod straight despite the burgeoning burden he held in his midsection.

Despite his Native heritage, his oozed the same grace that Master Kenway had.

He felt like Master Kenway.

It was a paradigm shift for Charles.

And it confused him.

What was so good about Washington that people of worth, people like this boy was turning out to be, continually praised and honored him? Sacrificed their own futures for?

What about Washington inspired those who, by all means, should have been his betters so?

It was vexing.

The second continental congress, who Charles had respected. The fellow generals who advanced alongside them. The people of the colonies who adored the bumbling commander-in-chief far more than they celebrated his own successes on the battlefield. The Assassin boy who was the only reason that Washington was even still alive.

What was it about him that inspired such devotion and such sacrifice?

It would have been so much easier to write off all of his supporters as men of little skill and no intelligence. Fools blinded by self-effacing humility of Washington.

But it was difficult to do when he saw with his own eyes just how competent those supporters tended to be in their own rights.

Putnam had engineered several major victories for them (with the help of the Assassin boy). Without Adams and Revere’s initial meddling, they would never have been where they were today. The continental congress was comprised of skilled and thoughtful men who, although enamored of their own ambitions, still managed to align those ambitions with the cause in such a way as to champion it. The people of the colonies cleverly optimized their recycling of old metals such that they made up for the lack of new materials in their weapons-craft. And the Assassin...

Charles glanced at the boy staring evenly ahead, face carefully blank and one hand lightly on his swelling belly.

He’d managed to take out three of their Inner Circle. He’d personally won some vital victories that allowed the continental army to progress as far as it did. And he’d foiled Washington’s assassination.

The adoration for Washington was widespread and undeserved.

And it was utterly vexing.

To be shown as second to such a man time and time again...

It was beyond vexing.

Charles couldn’t even rejoice in the fact that he had snatched the man’s fiancé away from him.

He glanced at the boy again. He remembered how the boy had seemed as he fought against him.

Feral beauty held in check by tightly controlled demeanor. Dangerous grace in each lunge and each swipe. Feet and lean body moving in tandem in a tightly controlled dance as he sought to end Charles’s life.

Smart, accomplished, alive.

Someone to be feared. Someone to be wary of. Someone to be, almost, in awe of.

Someone to lust over and desire.

And Charles was forbidden from him.

He’d been shocked, learning that.

Master Kenway had laid out the terms to the Assassin boy, and it seemed to calm him.

It did not calm Charles.

Master Kenway wanted them married, but, he had made it perfectly clear that Charles was not to visit his attentions upon his son again.

Charles’s mentor was not pleased with the way he had forced himself on the Omega and gotten him with child. Convenient as it was for their plans, the Grandmaster did not approve of force against Omegas in such a way.

The wedding was to be chaste.

He would marry the boy. He would have his legitimate heir. And then Master Kenway would quietly arrange for a divorce and give arrange another Templar husband for the boy.

A divorce was not usually done, especially given the sensibilities of the colonials, but it could not be helped.

The boy needed a Templar more suited to him and who would not act so brutishly.

It made Charles cringe, thinking about his mentor’s words. It made him furious that the Assassin knew this as well.

There were not a lot of other suitable Alpha Templars of high rank. Binn was woefully uninterested in marriage, Davies was already married and Collins had too gentle a mettle for someone like the Assassin boy.

He suspected that Master Kenway was negotiating with Biddle.

And so, even this triumph, this only triumph over Washington, was to be taken away from Charles.

Because of his rash actions with the boy in the prison.

It was...infuriating.

Was he to be forever supplanted? Victory snatched from his grip with no care for his own feelings?

He glanced again at the boy and his mentor, both seemingly serene on their horse.

To his satisfaction, he saw that the boy’s lips were still swollen from that kiss he’d taken from him earlier.

He had only briefly noticed the boy’s beauty as he took him in that dank prison—he readily admitted that his motive was more on crushing the boy’s spirit and dominating him than anything else—but now, as he paid attention to the gently swelling belly, to the boy’s poise atop the horse, as he remembered the way the boy felt underneath him, he felt it hit him.

He would lose this.

Not to Washington, at least, he was glad they made sure of that, but Charles would never have him.

Not really.

And it wasn’t that Charles actually cared for the boy, but that he was the mother of Charles’s unborn child. And proving to be so much more than what Charles had thought. And he was intriguing.

Washington wanted him.

Charles gritted his teeth.

Washington wanted him, and one of his Templar brothers would have him instead. If not Biddle, then someone else.

Someone Master Kenway deemed more worthy.

Charles almost growled, suddenly furious.

He wouldn’t abide by it. It was tearing his budding family apart before it even had a chance to exist, and he would not stand for that.

Charles wasn’t sure how, but he was determined to have the boy.

Heh, I knew Haytham wasn't going to condemn Connor to be Charles' sex slave... or maybe he's hoping Charles will reform. Yeah, Charles don't give up on your Omega! Awww why can't George and Charles just share? :p Also, hehe Biddle will probably very interested.

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