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So sleepy...Apologies for errors and things not making sense. Way too sleepy to think.

Strange Fates

Chapter 17 – Suitors

Charles paced in his drawing room, both anxious and impatient for his impending wedding. Even if the baby would not be born for several months yet, it was best to be married as soon as possible.

It would limit the boy’s options, for once. This was not the home country, where marriages had gotten rather lax and flexible. A wife in a marriage had very little ability to determine his or her own circumstances. Once safely married to Charles, the boy would be less dangerous (though certainly not harmless), and the doors once open to him would close.

It would also provide the veneer of respectability, though Charles doubted that it would be of much use in this case. Most of the army and their families already knew of the child that grew within the boy. Still, it would slow wagging tongues and, more importantly, allow the child itself some freedoms and rights. And Charles was anxious to secure as much of his child’s future as possible.

That included its mother.

Charles stopped his incessant pacing and glanced over at the figure reading one of the many books in his library. The boy had not moved from when Charles had last looked over at him. He was still sitting calmly at the table, amber-brown eyes lazily scanning page after page.

Like before, his back was straight, his posture perfect and elegant.

And he took absolutely no notice of his soon-to-be-husband.

It was deliberate. It had to be deliberate. A trained Master Assassin such as he could never be so unobservant. The boy was clearing ignoring him.

The knowledge didn’t make him happier.

Charles frowned.

He needed the boy to stay with him once they were married and the child born. He wanted the lovely Omega in his bed, welcoming him into his body. He wanted more children from him.

Pleading with Master Kenway had not worked. His mentor had scolded him for his earlier actions towards the boy and, after many attempts of persuasion on Charles’s part, had agreed that he would not allow the divorce to proceed only if the boy himself rejected all of his other choices.

Which meant that Charles had to sabotage one of his brothers.

Normally, Charles would never countenance such a thing but with his future family on the line...

The knocker sounded. Mary went to check on the visitor and then announced that Mister Biddle had come to call.

Well.

It was time for the games to begin.

----

Charles never wanted any harm on any of his brothers before, but he was seriously contemplating murder at the moment.

Biddle had come in, given him a few lines in greeting, and then spent the next hour trying to engage Connor in conversation.

Biddle was not the most eloquent of individuals, and Charles would normally have simply ignored his shenanigans except that Biddle was actually succeeding.

Connor had looked up at the inquiry after his crew.

(Damn him. Damn them both and their ships too!)

From there, they had discussed captaining their respective crews, with Biddle exclaiming his admiration for the loyalty the boy’s crew displayed, and other hazards of owning a ship. They shared humorous accounts of Robert Faulkner, and Biddle offered his various run-ins with the Aquila before Connor captained her, and really, there was no reason for Biddle to drape his own cloak over the boy.

Just because the boy had shivered didn’t mean...

Charles waited for the boy to shrug off the offending article of clothing but when no action was forthcoming, Charles had to stop himself from stabbing Biddles’s eyes out.

It was vexing, to see another Alpha’s cloak surrounding his to-be wife. It was offensive to see Biddle lean so close to Connor.

That Connor did not lean away was worse.

Where was the boy’s sense of personal space and his famous dislike of people? Where was his hatred of the Templars and cold demeanor to anyone of Charles’s organization?

Or was that reserved for Charles alone? Did the boy’s childhood notion of him poison him so much that the abhorrence was saved only for Charles?

Charles clenched his fist from where it lay on his knee.

And Biddle!

Did the man know no manners?

Entering another Alpha’s home and then spending the vast majority of that time conversing with said Alpha’s soon-to-be wife. It was disgraceful behavior!

Maddening that such a thing took place under his roof, and he could do nothing about it.

Charles had tried to distract them. He had tried to make observations that would discredit Biddle and tried to remind Connor that Biddle, like him, was a Templar with the same goals.

The boy simply ignored him.

He’d tried drawing Biddle away, drawing him into another conversation and away from the pretty Omega that he could see Biddle eyeing surreptitiously.

Biddle rebuffed each of those attempts, eyes never once leaving the figure of the Omega reminiscing about life on the sea.

Damn the man. Charles was ready to stab him.

If it wasn’t for his manners and sense of propriety...

Just then, Mary walked in and announced that dinner was to be served, and that they should all present themselves to the dining room.

When Biddle ignored even her and continued speaking with Connor, Charles had had enough.

It was beyond rude to ignore the members of a house, particularly someone like Mary with her station in the family.

Biddle ought not ignore Mary.

With a frown, Charles rose and walked over to where Biddle was seated, still speaking to a Connor that had the sense to heed the head maid’s call.

“Nicholas, if you cannot abide by the rules of decorum, then I must ask you to leave.”

The conversation ceased immediately, and Biddle turned towards him in shock. Charles was gratified to see a specific pair of amber-brown eyes regard him curiously, looking directly at him for the first time that day.

“I-I don’t,” Biddle began.

“You ignored Mary. You ignored the maid who has been with my family for over 16 years and displayed every bit of rudeness and impropriety one may have when calling upon one’s friends.”

If they could even be termed that.

“Get out.”

Biddle blinked incredulously at him, but, when he made no move to take back his words, stiffly made his apologies to Connor and rose to leave.

As he neared the door, he turned one last lingering look at Charles’s Omega, but, upon receiving a carefully blank stare, he resignedly walked out the door.

“Well,” Charles began, turning to Connor. “Shall we go to dinner?”

He held his hand out, as a gentleman ought, and waited to see if the Omega would take it.

To his great surprise, the Assassin boy tentatively put his hand in his and allowed himself to be pulled up.

Perhaps he would keep the boy yet.

OMG writer!anon, this chapter was gold. I simply love jealous Charles, having to suffer watching Biddle and Connor (wow, that's one pairing I never saw coming. Wow, Biddle really is attracted to the Aquila Captain - though who wouldn't be?) and score a point for Charles for kicking Biddle out and actually not being a total ass to his soon-to-be wife. Was totally surprised as Charles that Connor didn't bat his hand away, but I take it's because he's using Charles as a Templar suitor repellant (and probably finds his antics amusing).

So I take it Connor is living at Charles' manor or town house and not with Haytham? Interesting... wonder how many close calls are there going to be with Charles nearly forcing his attentions on Connor again. So is Biddle out of the running? I wonder who is next on the list for Husband #2 Collins? Some new OCs? I'll LOL so hard if Edwards shows up and pretends to be a candidate... that would just make Charles explode.

Yay! :) Yeah, you can't blame Biddle for trying his hand with Connor. Especially since most of Biddle's interactions with him were when Connor was in his captain's outfit. //drool//

Connor is on his best behavior so as to lower his enemies' guards. He's fully planning on making contact with his recruits, securing George's safety and then hightailing it out of there, preferably before he's forced to marry Charles.

And yes, Edwards would totally try his own hand, whether or not he's allowed. :D

Heh, Connor is going to have to struggle to keep up the facade with Edwards reminding him of Hickey

I think Charles is probably going to lose it before Connor with Edwards. :D

Strange Fates

Chapter 18 - Plans

The Assassins, George decided, needed a better method of communication. Because their current one had nearly scared him to death.

He had been walking, following two of his officers as they discussed one of the reports they had obtained from the local populace of movements by the crown (George despaired to think of good Colonial homes forced to house the redcoats) when he had suddenly been seized, hand upon his mouth and forcibly dragged into a nearby haystack.

It was only the soft “shhh” in his ear and his glimpse of the man’s face that allowed him to relax and try to ease his quickly beating heart. Once Stephane saw that he wasn’t going to shout, the Alpha released his hold on George’s mouth.

“Was there no better way to get my attention?” was the first thing out of George’s mouth when he found himself free to talk. “We’re in a bloody haystack!”

And who knew what was in there with them.

George mentally cringed at the thought, and then made a note to thoroughly clean his uniform.

The thought of some of the insects that lived within them...

“My apologies,” the man began. “You have enemies at the camp. The Templars have placed agents amongst your soldiers, and they have orders to kill you if Connor does not wed Lee.”

George growled at the thought.

Enemies. Amongst his troops. To force his fiancé into marriage with that, that...

George can’t believe he ever thought Charles Lee a comrade. A friend. A brother-in-arms.

The man was clearly a viper set at his bosom.

“Do you know who?” he felt compelled to ask.

If there were traitors, he wanted them dealt with. He wanted them out of his troops and away from his person.

The Assassin shook his head in frustration.

“Unfortunately, they have hidden themselves from us. Connor would’ve been able to identify them, but, unfortunately, we lack that ability.”

Oh?

It sounded curious.

“Are you not all Assassins? Is there some training that you haven’t yet undergone?”

George really didn’t like the thought of that. The Templars all seemed very trained and competent. It would make it even less likely that he and his allies would be able to take back Connor.

To his relief, Stephane shook his head again.

“Connor has a special ability, one that was passed down through his father’s line.”

Connor’s father. That rather terrifying man who bargained with his own child’s life and then leveraged his advantage over them both to try and force his child to wed the man who forced his attentions upon him.

He was despicable, and George’s heart sank at the thought that such a man might have abilities that would give them an advantage.

“Connor can use this ability to see his foes more clearly and to notice obscure details and facts that ordinary people cannot. As a result, Connor is able to solve difficult puzzles and conundrums that most other people will not be able to. And he can do it quickly.”

Stephane sounded rather proud (and George thought he ought to be proud), but there was only one thought going through George’s mind.

“Does that father of his—“

“—Haytham Kenway,” Stephane interrupted.

“Does this Haytham Kenway have that same ability?”

Stephane pursed his lips in frustration, and George’s heart sank at the sight.

It was difficult enough as it was, fighting this new foe to get his Omega back, but against such a man as Haytham Kenway who, in addition to his clear physical prowess and cunning, also had such a skill...

Well, it was disheartening at best.

And it made George’s task that much harder.

“How can we defeat such a man?” George wondered aloud. “How are we to release Connor from the Templar’s hold if such an awesome power is that their disposal?”

“That is exactly what I came here to speak with you about.”

That got George’s attention.

“Oh?”

“We’ve managed to make contact with Connor.”

George felt his eyes growing wide. He wanted to ask so many things (how, when, can he send a message?), but his tongue felt tangled with all the thoughts in his brain.

“It was difficult to do so without detection, but we’ve managed it with the help of a rather...interesting...creature.”

Creature?

How...mysterious.

George then thought he heard Stephane murmur something about hoping that it doesn’t peck him so hard next time, but he must have heard wrong.

It didn’t make sense.

“Suffice to say, we managed to locate where they were holding him, and we sent our...agent...in. He’s the only thing that they can’t detect, and he managed to deliver a letter to Connor while we stayed out of sight in the trees. He came back with a couple of letters and...”

Here, Stephane reached into his satchel. He held out a slightly crumpled letter.

“This one is for you. Connor asks that you burn it once you read it.”

George took the precious letter, trembling as he did so.

A letter from his beloved Wolf.

It was...momentous.

Stephane continued. “We don’t have a lot of time, so I would like to ask you to read it in the privacy of your tent. Keep it on you always lest it gets stolen.”

George nodded. It was good advice.

Although he really wanted to read it now. It would do him good to see Connor’s writing again.

To hear his light tenor in his head and pretend that he was here with him.

“Connor relayed the details of his captivity to us, and a very important part of the hold they have on him is you. They have instructed their own agents to kill you if Connor tries to escape or refuses to wed Lee.”

Here, Stephane grimaced.

“This Haytham Kenway is a monster, for forcing his son with the man who hurt him so,” George mused.

Stephane shook his head.

“Haytham’s plan is more complicated, actually. He is not pleased with what Lee did and will divorce them as soon as the child is born. He then plans on wedding Connor to another Templar and is—”

Stephane sneered at the thought.

“—he is offering an increase in rank to whoever manages to be husband to Connor.”

What?

“What?” George echoed.

Stephane sighed.

“Apparently, he wishes for Connor to have some semblance of choice, so the top two tiers of leadership all have a chance to...woo,” Stephane said the word with distaste, “...Connor.”

George raised his eyebrows, genuinely surprised.

“He has a choice?”

“He has a farce of a choice. It is either choose a Templar of his liking, and you can bet that the Grandmaster himself will be vetting them for their ability to control Connor, or stay wed to the monster Lee.”

George growled at the thought.

“We can’t let that happen. We can’t let Connor—“

Stephane held up a hand.

“—I know. We have a plan.”

George was all ears.

“The key to this entire threat is you. Connor fears for you and will do nothing to jeopardize your safety.”

George wanted to groan and cry and rage at this. Connor was too self-sacrificing. He shouldn’t have to protect George. George should be protecting him. He wasn’t worth Connor’s freedom...

Stephane continued.

“So the obvious solution is to remove you to where there can be no threat.”

George sighed and, loathe as he was to do it, shook his head.

“I cannot leave the troops. They will think that I deserted, and that would be catastrophic for us. It’s a critical time with the crown and—“

“—you would sacrifice Connor? Force him into a life of misery and slavery to the Templars,” and Stephane spat the word, “because he loves you so much he will not let you come to harm?”

It hurt, hearing that, but he knew that he couldn’t abandon his troops.

Seeing the look on his face, Stephane sighed again.

“Connor wrote as much himself. He said that it would not work.”

Somehow it made George feel even lower, knowing that Connor knew that he would put the colonists’ welfare above that of his love’s.

“The second option is for you to declare a temporary leave.”

Stephane held up a hand before he could protest.

“Tell your troops that you’ve uncovered a plot, and that, due to it, you must withdraw for a couple of days to foil it. They will believe you. Despite the rumors, they still hold you in high esteem.”

George thought for a moment. A couple of days would be fine. According to his intelligence, the crown would launch another offensive in a month or so.

But what could he do in a couple of days?

“We will use this time to rescue Connor, once you are away from possible avenues of danger. And then Connor can ferret out the traitors in your troops and remain with you to protect you during the fighting.”

It seemed like a sound plan except...

“Connor’s pregnant. He’s beginning to swell. Are you sure—“

“—he will only stay for a short time, enough to identify the traitors for us to dispatch. We will then take his place and guard you day and night until the Templar threat is taken care of.”

That sounded all well and good, but...

“You cannot guard me forever.”

“We do not plan to. We will launch an offensive to remove the Templars from being able to wreak such havoc and end the threat once and for all.”

It was a bold statement.

And it bordered ridiculous. Two Alphas discussing plans to rescue his Omega in the middle of a haystack. It was like a scene out of one of those novels his mother used to enjoy so much.

George found that he believed the hard-eyed Alpha next to him.

“—once you uncover their agents, tell me who they are.”

Stephane started. The French Alpha looked at him curiously.

“Oh?”

“I will write a note of execution for them, for treason against the country. Your Brotherhood can remain clean of this and safe.”

And it was the least he could do to keep Connor safe.

He could not do much in the actual rescue or in much else, but he could do this at least.

He owed them.

Stephane chuckled.

“You are as he says,” he said wonderingly.

It was George’s turn to look intrigued.

Stephane laid a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re a good man. You’re good for him.”

George was startled. It was gratifying to hear, but...

Well, he couldn’t even put Connor’s welfare above that of the colonists.

Stephane shook his head when George said as much.

“He would’ve been disappointed in you, I think, had you agreed. Do not forget, he fought for these people too. He fought for the right of all peoples to be free and to live to the best of their ability.”

George knew.

It was part of why he loved the young Omega so much.

Connor had the most gentle and loving heart he knew, and his goals were equally as gracious and generous as the Omega himself. Connor fought for the freedom of all people.

“You should leave the haystack soon,” Stephane whispered to him. “The officers will have noticed your disappearance by now and will be looking for you.”

It was a good call. Thanking the man, George stepped out of the haystack, making sure to remove extraneous pieces of hay from his uniform.

He felt newly hopeful.

Soon, he would see his beloved Wolf again. His Wolf will soon fight at his side for freedom and for justice.

And George would fight for Connor’s freedom.

LOL Yes, brought back the Turkey Assassin! Oh Yusuf, how I've missed you :p I loved the whole meeting in the haystack, and I'm dying to know what Connor's letter says. I do hope George manages destroy it, cause if the Templars find out, there's going to be trouble.

I <3 Yusuf. He's such a little scoundrel. And yes, George will be tempted not to burn it, but he'll remember the danger Connor is in and follow directions.

//hugs Yusuf//

I lol'd at Washington's 'capture'. Poor man must be befuddled by all the assassin stuff - haystacks, Eagle visions and turkeys...

So all that ado with Biddle was just an act, eh. As expected from Connor, I guess. Though I really wonder if some Templar might actually catch Connor's attentions...

In another world, where they weren't mortal enemies and they didn't have all that history, then Connor may have well been charmed by them. But they have too much history at this point for Connor to ever feel love for them. Respect, yes, but it's too late for any inkling of love on his part.

Charles feels a bit differently because Connor hasn't really been on his radar until recently. Charles has been on Connor's mind since he was 5, but Charles didn't really think him significant until shortly before the prison.

:D

I've decided. My hands are weird. They type weird stuff. :O

Strange Fates

Chapter 19 - Captors and Captive

Charles paced, waiting for the Assassin boy to emerge from his quarters.

It had been a trying couple of days, with suitors dropping in left and right (though Charles was glad to see that James had not been one of them). Charles had been surprised that a few of them had even gained Master Kenway’s permission to court his son.

There were no weak Alphas or stupid Alphas, but the appearance of Gerhard at his door had caused shivers to go up even his spine.

And the way the Hessian had stared at the wide-eyed and unarmed Omega, pale with anger and fear...

Charles hated to admit it, but if anyone could utterly cow the boy, it was likely to be Gerhard. OF course, it wasn’t like that there would be anything left of the Assassin once he finished with him.

Gerhard was sadistic when it came to their enemies, and it was highly doubtful that the boy would survive the man’s...attentions if, by some reason, Master Kenway took leave of his senses and gave the boy to him.

At least that was something Charles didn’t have to worry about. The boy looked as if he wanted to cling to Charles to escape Gerhard’s malicious gaze.

Gerhard might as well be driving Charles’s suit for him.

Charles had found Gerhard afterwards and warned him not to come near the Omega. His was a suit that Charles would not be allowing, no matter what Master Kenway said about the matter.

After all the excitement after Gerhard’s visit, the boy claimed fatigue and retreated to his room. He had not made an appearance since, and Charles was beginning to suspect that the boy had escaped somehow.

Impossible with the number of guards he’d stationed around the perimeter of his house (and the boy’s weapons were with Master Kenway besides), but the thought surfaced in Charles’s mind and just would not disappear.

So when he heard the click-clack of boots making their way down the staircase, Charles breathed a sigh of relief, turned to greet the boy...

...and stared.

He’d known the Assassin would clean up well once he was out of that infernal white outfit, but...

A small voice in the back of his head wondered if this was the reason Biddle was positively salivating over the boy. If this was the reason that someone like Gerhard would decide to court him.

The boy could not wear the same clothes every day so, in preparation for when the boy would become his wife, Charles had arranged for a pieces of clothing to be tailored for him. He’d arranged for the servants to lay out one of those he was told was quite similar to the boy’s captain uniform.

He’d been curious as to how the boy would appear, and when he turned and caught sight of him...

A succubus. The boy was a succubus.

His body was lean and slender, his legs long and fine. He was wholly transformed and looked...looked...

He looked as elegant and beautiful and commanding as Master Kenway had that first day he set foot in the colonies.

Charles wanted to ravish him.

Charles unconsciously licked his lips, then shook his head.

As much as he would love to pin the boy to the ground and have him, Master Kenway had forbidden it of him.

It was to be his punishment for his earlier transgressions, and he must suffer it.

But oh, how he wished he had not been asked that.

How he wished Master Kenway had acquiesced to his pleas to keep the boy, after the child was born.

There was always the chance that the boy would decide on one of the other Templars, just to spite him, and he would then forever lose the mother of his only child.

It was a thought that could not be borne.

He may not be the most kind or generous of Alphas, but he cared for the idea of family. He had a happy childhood with his own parents, and it was his fondest wish to extend that to his son or daughter, Alpha or Omega.

Family mattered to him. Blood mattered to him, and for it to be his fault that his child was deprived of a mother...

“You do not look very well.”

Charles started, staring at the boy who deigned to speak to him for the first time since he was first brought to Charles’s house.

He seemed to have gotten over his earlier fear of Gerhard.

“It is not easy to win this war.”

The boy did not look surprised.

“Allow the commander to do what he must, and the war will be won speedily.”

Charles’s mood soured immediately.

Washington again. Always Washington.

He stalked over to the boy and leaned into his face.

“He was not doing so well before you lent him your aid.”

The boy merely looked irritated.

“He was not yet tried in being a leader that everyone looked up to. His military exploits in the past were of smaller scale, so I am told, and so, he faced a truly astounding learning curve. What seemed to be his greatest weakness, his humility, has proven to be his greatest strength and endeared him to the hearts of many. And while his military tactics may not be the best against the crown, he is a genius in logistics, and it is mostly due to his organization and foresight that the army remains fed, stocked and able to fight.”

Charles stared again. The boy did not talk to him for nearly the entire couple of days he’d been here and now...

Loathe as he was to admit it, it was an accurate assessment. Washington was rather skilled when it came to army logistics and his operations management abilities made it possible for the army to operate for as long as it did.

They might have perished without Washington’s skill with supply chain management.

The thought did not sit well with him.

“Managing logistics does not make a great commander,” he felt compelled to say. “He ought to have been the army supplies officer, not the commander-in-chief.”

The boy shook his head.

“His understanding of the subject means that the person with the most say and power understands a vital but poorly understood area. Had it been anyone else in the position, they would not have seen the importance of his suggestions and the army would have been doomed. Whereas everyone understands the importance of good military tactics. George is blessed with a humility and willingness to listen to others, and that lack has been well complemented by the skills of his officers.”

It was...a very thorough understanding. An understanding that Charles himself had not come to.

He stared at the boy. At the unexpectedly brilliant mind that was capable of such analysis.

He had known Washington for longer than the boy.

He had not seen this.

And he did not want to see this now.

“His officers will trust him less with the rumors that I sent around camp. He’ll soon find himself outwitted.”

At least, that was what Charles hoped.

If the man kept blundering, then Charles may yet receive the position he was looking for.

The boy glared at him, and Charles was discomfited to discover that he looked just as magnificent when he scowled as when he was stoic-faced.

How could someone like this be so blinded by Washington? How?

And why hadn’t he been raised as a Templar, as he ought to have been?

Master Kenway’s brilliant and beautiful Omega son...an Assassin.

It was such a waste.

He remembered how it felt to have the boy under him. He remembered how it felt to be inside the boy, wrapped in his tight heat and driving towards blissful completion...

He leaned in, intent on smelling the boy.

He wouldn’t touch him, just smell him and remember how it was to be on top of him.

The boy leaned away, flinching from his proximity.

He reached out a hand. Just a small touch.

Just one...

“Boss!”

They both jumped at the sound, and Charles turned incredulous eyes towards the door, where Edwards had strolled in.

“Boss, the big boss says I can has a go, too!”

...What?

“So this is the big boss’s little Omega. A looker, ain’t ‘e? Wouldn’t mind getting a tooth in ‘im.”

Charles stared at him.

The Assassin stared at him.

“Wazza matter? Not scared of little ‘ol me, are ya? Don’t ya worry yer sweet little head. I’ll be gentle wit ya.”

He reached a grubby hand toward the disbelieving Omega.

Oh no. This wasn’t acceptable.

Charles caught his wrist midway.

“Do not touch him.”

Edwards had the temerity to look confused.

“But sir, he really did say—”

Charles was so furious, he grabbed a hold of the man’s shoulders and threw him at the door.

“Out!”

Edwards took one wide-eyed look at his face and then ran.

“Well.”

Charles calmed his breathing and then turned to look at the Assassin still in front of him.

“I can handle a drunk idiot.”

...it figured that Edwards was drinking on the job again.

Charles made a mental note to half his pay.

The Assassin then turned to leave, probably to head back to his own quarters.

That was it? Not even a thanks for Charles throwing Edwards out? Or acknowledge the fact that Charles was protecting him from the likes of Gerhard? He wasn’t even going to get his customary silence as the boy read?

No, he would not be scorned like this.

High on adrenalin and anger, Charles grabbed the boy, spun him around and kissed him hard on the mouth.

Immediately, hands pushed at him and scratched him, but he easily grabbed a hold of those wrists and brought that struggling body to the ground.

Every involuntary brush against that bucking body was delicious, if ineffectual. He was just bigger and heavier than the Omega.

“Don’t struggle,” he whispered. “I don’t mean you any harm. Just stay still.”

He just wanted the boy’s company.

He wasn’t about to force himself on the boy.

Again.

Master Kenway would have his head.

The boy did not listen to him and continued thrashing. One lucky knee hit him painfully in the stomach as the boy squirmed to escape from him, and Charles saw red.

Here he was, trying his hardest to restrain himself, and this was the thanks he got?

Fought against and hurt when he had even protected the boy?

Charles would not stand for that.

With one quick strike, he backhanded the boy and tore at his clothes.

If that was what he was returned for his kindness, then so be it.

Half an hour later, as he came down from his euphoric high to the sound of soft sobs and a litany of “stop, stop, please stop, no no nonono” from the finely trembling body beneath him, he felt sanity return to him.

Oh God.

He stared at the ripped clothes, at the way the boy flinched away from him, at the dull amber-brown eyes.

Oh God, Master Kenway was going to kill him.

O_O OMG CONNOR! /HUGS/ Thought Charles would have some restraint but having Connor so close, being hit on by his brothers (even Edwards, LOL), and in addition to the captain uniform replica... poor Connor didn't stand a chance. Wonder if Haytham is going to find out about this, or if Charles can work a deal with Connor to keep him silent.

Wow, you made Gerhard scarier than I imagined him to be, especially if Connor was nearly clinging to Charles. Heh. Wonder how that courting session went, in my headcannon, I would imagine Connor is fluent in German thanks to Jacob.

OMG Edwards, there's no way Haytham would have allowed anyone Hickey-like to be Connor's husband. I love that Charles threw him out :p

No worries. Connor's momentarily shocked, hurt and frightened, but the rage takes over pretty quickly. :)

Haytham will most definitely find out about this (Connor gives Charles an ultimatum), and things should get pretty interesting. :D

Not yet sure where this is going (like I said, my hands are in control), but everything just went truly bizarre so lots of possibilities!

Oh Charles, you are in troooouuuuble. Poor Connor, though. Since Haytham has spies everywhere and Charles did take Connor out in the open like that, the Grandmaster is bound to know what happened. Curious to see what he does, he did sort of promise Connor that Charles wouldn't force his attentions on him again. Probably has to move Connor out of Lee's house or something.

Yes indeedy. Charles is in trouble. With a capital T. :D

Haytham may or may not have done something naturally (it's tricky to tell), but he'll have to do something now.

And it was all because he let Charles have Connor until the wedding (big mistake).

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Chapter 20 - Anger

As soon as Charles rolled off of the boy, the boy scrambled away defensively.

Neither said anything.

Charles wanted to say something, but nothing came to mind.

It wasn’t like that time in the prison.

The boy had only been the enemy to him then. A pretty enemy conveniently going through an Omega’s heat, but nothing more than that.

Now he was Master Kenway’s son. Now he was a formidable foe with a keen intellect, absolutely devastating with weapons in hand and the mother of his unborn child.

He’d forced himself on his soon-to-be-wife.

Charles felt ill.

He’d always considered himself a decent man.

Compared to the likes of the deceased Hickey and even Church, Charles truly did what he felt was right.

To those that he felt worthy of such consideration, that is. He’d had no qualms strangling the boy when he was a child in the woods because he was only a filthy savage at the time. Charles didn’t know that he was Master Kenway’s son. And he’d not held back when it came to the Assassin Brotherhood.

They were, after all, the enemy. It would be foolish to be kind to the enemy.

And even then, he’d sometimes been, if not kind, then fairly considerate to them. He hadn’t killed the boy as he could have that day in the woods. And he did not necessarily torment the Assassins before killing them.

And so, when the boy had only been a filthy savage enemy, well...

Charles wasn’t particularly proud of that moment, but he didn’t dwell much on it.

But now...

He glanced at the boy watching him warily through those lovely amber-brown eyes.

Now he’d forced himself onto a boy he was soon to marry. A boy he was beginning to admire and whose father he greatly respected.

A boy he was not yet married to and, thus, had no right to bed.

He had done something despicable.

Master Kenway was going to kill him.

He had to fix this.

He started towards the boy, but then halted when he saw a visible flinch.

“A-are you injured?”

It was a stupid thing to say. He could see the way the boy winced at every involuntary movement and knew that he must have caused some damage in his mad entry.

“I, I’m sorry. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I truly did not mean for this.”

And he really didn’t. Not at the beginning.

He’d, well, he didn’t know how he came to this. He was mad at the boy for ignoring him again and...

It was rude. It irked him.

He’d been on his best behavior for the boy and to be rewarded thus...

“If you had been polite and observant of—“

The boy’s eyes flashed a solid gold.

Charles’s mouth shut.

“Polite?”

The word came out as a whisper.

It sounded no less dangerous for its softness.

“And pray tell, how am I to be polite?”

Engaging him in conversation. Being grateful for his protection. Letting him near him and...

Charles did not say any of these things.

He was aware of how ridiculous they sounded.

“You mean whore, I suppose. An obedient, perfect little whore for you to take as you please and feel proud of how you conquered and tamed your foe.”

Charles squirmed uncomfortably.

Through a different lens, then, yes, he supposed it could be seen in that way.

But he really did not mean it like that.

Really.

The boy stalked forward, fury triumphing over his earlier fear.

“You are a beast. A ravenous disgusting example of an Alpha who only seeks to whet his own appetite. Do you think I have not seen you pawing over me the past few days? Do you think I did not see the way you glared at your so-called Templar brothers when they dared press their suit?”

Charles gulped. He’d believed Master Kenway to be dangerous to his health.

He was not sure if he had the correct Kenway.

“You like to think yourself so much better than me and mine. You like to think of yourself as smarter and more capable than the commander, as more civilized and worthy than my people and more righteous in your cause than the Brotherhood.”

The boy was nearly to him now, and he could see the way his hands clenched, as if he wanted nothing more than to strangle Charles.

Charles was larger and could pin the young Omega again, but...

There was something very frightening about him.

“And now you have decided that you want me. Because I carry your child in my body.”

Quick as a snake, the boy’s hand jabbed forward, grabbed Charles’s knife from his belt and had him against the wall, blade pressed firmly to his throat, body trapping one of his hands and the boy’s other hand immobilizing the other.

“You are heavier and larger than me. And you caught me by surprise earlier. But that will not avail you now.”

The blade pressed into his vulnerable throat and a single red drop of blood formed.

Charles looked about for a way to free himself, but the stiffening of the boy’s muscles told him that any move on his part would end up with his throat slit.

Oh God, he was going to die.

The boy leaned close to whisper.

“If it were not for the fact that your men have the commander in their sights and would risk the entirety of this war with England for you, then I would kill you right here and now. And I want to. Believe me, I want to.”

He paused.

“But unlike you, I can put the end goal above myself. I can make sure that my emotions do not jeopardize everything else I care for.”

The boy abruptly released him, and Charles fell gasping.

The boy then turned and began to make his way back to his quarters.

“Tell my Father that he broke his word to me and owes me recompense. I will not marry you, and he will not order the commander killed.”

No!

Charles opened his mouth to remind the boy that he was surrounded by Templars, and that there was little he could do if they decided to kill Washington.

The boy paused on the staircase and turned to face him.

“Know this, Lee.”

Charles was taken aback by the utter hate on that face.

“I will kill you in the end. Not now, and maybe not for a very long time. But I will.”

And with that, he hobbled up the stairs and disappeared into his quarters.

Oh, Charles you dropped the ball on this one... and heh Connor is every bit as scary as his father and all without raising his voice (always remembered in the game, when Connor starts yelling, you know someone is going to die), but still poor baby... even if Haytham is usually a man of his word (err sometimes) I doubt he or Charles will let Connor go freely.

Also, doesn't look like I'll be able to update tonight. Been busy with work and packing for my vacation, leaving Wednesday... and whaaa no internet, and that means no beautiful updates for fourteen days ;_;

Awww...I'll miss you anon! //waves//

...I could always go on a brief hiatus for 14 days. :) It's fun bouncing ideas off each other.

...though, tbh, Strange Fates might be done by then...

Sweet Lucifer, Connor was scary as hell... I'm so proud of him! Hahaha. I'm excited to see Haytham's reactions, this fill is gold.

Why thank you! :)

I wanted to convey that Connor faces extraordinary situations in these fills, but that he's still his usual amazing self. That he gets attacked has more to do with circumstances rather than anything under his control.

And Charles is in such deep shit...

Captcha:

If a person is called Charles, what is their name?

lol!

Strange Fates

Chapter 21 - Considerations

It was no surprise when Master Kenway dropped in for an unexpected visit later in the day. Charles knew that he had his own sources of information and, being only a couple of hours away in his townhouse in Boston proper at the moment, it would not have taken long for him to hear about the incident.

The incident. What an apt way of describing the mess Charles now found himself in.

He’d had so many thoughts as to how to solve his little problem, but they all unraveled before he could follow them.

He was paralyzed from where he stood outside the Assassin’s door, hand held up to knock, unable to think or move.

He was paralyzed when the servants announced that Master Kenway had come for a call.

And he was paralyzed as his mentor swept into the house and made straight for his son’s quarters without a single word or glance.

Absentmindedly, Charles made his way back down to the drawing room.

He imagined what would happen when that door opened again, and Master Kenway would step out, fresh from negotiations with his son.

He thought of how the man he so respect would look, how he’d gaze at him in contempt.

He shuddered at the thought of how he would be punished.

The options were myriad, and he could not influence a single damned thing.

Charles took a shuddering breath as he kept watch on the door to Connor’s quarters.

He wanted to blame Washington, for offering marriage to Connor and beginning this entire thing in the first place. He wanted to blame Edwards, who tried to weasel his way into Connor’s bed. He wanted to blame Biddle, for musing about how toothsome the boy looked in his captain’s uniform. He wanted to blame the young Omega himself, for being so very interesting and exciting and capturing Charles’s interest.

Charles was many things, but a liar, he was not.

It was his own fault, and he knew it.

His temper, his inability to control himself. His excitability and rage and feeling things so strongly.

It was a character defect of many Alphas, though common folklore would paint the Omega as the more emotional.

And Charles was the epitome of that.

Suddenly filled with manic energy, Charles paced relentlessly in his drawing room, casting frequent glances at that closed door.

It was hard, knowing that his mentor was inside with the boy who carried his child. It was hard, knowing that, in all likelihood, the boy would be trying his hardest to persuade his mentor to dissolve the engagement, and that Master Kenway would likely agree given his own anger at Charles’s behavior. It was hard, knowing that one of the items up for discussion would be Charles’s life.

Idly, he wondered if the Assassin would reveal everything.

He hadn’t told Master Kenway about the incident in the woods long ago, or the way he’d brushed the Assassin off in their earlier encounters, certain that he was just an idiot savage.

It would hurt his position in the Order.

It would ruin Master Kenway’s faith in him, shaky as it was these days. It would cause Master Kenway to doubt in his ability to make good and rational decisions for the Order; it would cause Master Kenway to question his competence.

Charles stilled his pacing.

And still, still he worried most about the child in the Assassin’s belly.

Would Master Kenway even allow him access to his own child after this? Would he want his grandson being raised in his care?

Even if, by law, Charles had final say (he was the father after all), Charles was not naïve enough not to realize that, as Grandmaster, he was powerful enough to challenge Charles’s right and deny him his child.

It would be different if Charles were commander (as he ought to have been), but he was not.

Charles stood to lose his child, his position, his fiancé and possibly his life as well.

It was ridiculous a single action on his part not 10 hours ago could cost him so much.

And here he was, meekly waiting for the verdict.

God, he was as ineffectual and pathetic as Washington.

Waiting here? Doing nothing but fret?

It was despicable!

He’d made a mess of the situation, yes, but standing around like an idiot wasn’t fixing anything.

Waiting for Master Kenway to exit that door, for a pronouncement to be handed out...one would think him a coward!

And a fool.

There was no possible way he could push for his own considerations out here. It was not possible to increase his influence and represent his interests when he was out of the actual conversation!

Determinedly, Charles walked up the staircase, and made to knock at that door that had captured his attention for the better part of the day.

He’d made mistakes. Grave, grave mistakes, true, but there was no going back and undoing them now.

All he could do was make sure that he didn’t allow future opportunities slip him by.

And he couldn’t do that locked outside of the negotiations. He couldn’t do that without being his own agent.

He’d made mistakes, and the only thing he could do now is make sure he didn’t make more mistakes later.

He’d make sure that the child was not taken away once it was born. He’d bargain for reconsideration from Master Kenway and his son. He’d push for a second, a third chance and remind his mentor of all he had done on their behalf.

He’d make sure that he had the chance to not make the same mistakes in the future.

He was sometimes rash and most definitely over-emotional and sometimes unstable. But that did not mean he couldn’t learn.

He refused to believe he couldn’t learn.

That would mean that he had no chance, and that was something to horrific for him to consider.

And so, steeling himself, Charles firmly knocked three times on the Assassin’s door.

He felt as if he was about to enter battle.

Omg was not expecting such a wonderful early update, I almost feel bad for Charles, but he did dig his own grave. I also would give anything to be a fly on the wall and listen to Connor and Haytham's conversation... cause I know Connor also blames his father for making him stay with the Alpha who raped him in the first place

Yeah, Haytham wasn't thinking very clearly when he did that, but, to be fair, Charles can be very persuasive. Haytham was originally going to keep Connor at his temporary townhouse, but then Charles was begging for a second chance and made some legitimate points about how Haytham's townhouse was not as secure as Charles's permanent house...

Haytham is totally facepalming now.

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Whoa, for a moment there you almost made me feel bad for Charles, kudos for that. I agree with the anon above, I'm curious as fuck to know what Connor and Haytham have been talking about. Your speedy updates are like Christmas presents, anon, bless you.

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Apologies if this isn't coherent. Anon is sleep-writing...

Strange Fates

Chapter 22 - Triangle

Charles walked into the room on the third knock. At his entrance, both occupants looked up at him, a near identical frown on their faces.

Charles briefly froze, struck by the uncanny resemblance.

For a split second, it was as if Master Kenway had split himself into two for the sole purpose of doubling the force of his displeasure with him.

Despite Master Kenway’s gentlemanly demeanor, he was a very forceful and commanding man. His disapproval was not easily borne, and Charles always hated having it directed at him.

For there now to be two sources of that sentiment, both directed at him...

It was enough to make a grown man tremble.

Thankfully, the moment passed quickly enough, and the little differences that differentiated the two registered in Charles’s mind.

Master Kenway and the Assassin were not the same. Of course they were not.

But Charles still remained somewhat shaken.

“Charles.”

Master Kenway was the first to address him.

“I had believed you to be occupied.”

It was a thinly veiled command to explain himself for intruding so.

“I—“

How to explain his sentiments, his motivations? How to make Master Kenway listen to him and capture the attention of those amber-brown eyes that had turned away in disgust as he approached?

It was a difficult task, approaching his mentor when the son he had wronged sat curled in a chair not three feet away, but he had asked for this.

There was little else to be done now anyways.

“There is something very important at stake here, and I mean to contribute in any way I can.”

Master Kenway’s frown deepened at that, and Charles could see the Assassin tense.

“I thank you for your...enthusiasm...” and it was rather clear that his mentor had had another word in mind, “but your contribution is not needed.”

Such a brusque response.

Brushing Charles off completely.

Had he truly fallen so far in his mentor’s eyes?

To be dismissed so was...

It meant things had fallen more than Charles had thought.

And it meant that it was even more important that he gain back as much ground as possible here and now.

“With all due respect sir,” Charles carefully noted the very brief flinch from the Assassin boy as he took a step closer, “this is a conversation I cannot sit out.”

If the boy had been tense before, he was absolutely rigid now.

“Charles...”

It was a warning.

A warning to back down. A warning to leave and pretend all of this never happened.

Charles had always followed Master Kenway’s instructions in the past. He may have interpreted some of them rather...creatively...but he prided himself on his ability to follow orders and deliver results above and beyond what was asked of him.

Espeically when it was Master Kenway doing the asking.

Charles took a few steps forward, pulled out an extra chair and seated himself in it.

This was one instruction he could not follow.

Already, he could see the Assassin’s lips thin in anger. Already, he could see Master Kenway’s eyes narrow in disappointment.

Charles did his best to ignore it.

This was too important.

“I want to cl—“

“—Did you plan this?”

The Assassin had interrupted him, looking straight at his mentor.

The Grandmaster shook his head.

“No, I did not. I meant what I said earlier. My goals at this point are—“

“Then why is he here?”

Charles decided to step in.

“I am here because the child in you is mine and—“

Both Kenways ignored him.

“Surely you do not think I invited him here now, after all that I’ve said?”

“I have noticed that you say a lot, but your actions rarely correspond to your words.”

“I do not lie, Connor.”

“I do not believe that.”

“Must I apologize once again? I had no way of knowing that Charles was quite so fixated on you and that he would force himself on you a—“

“—I am not so naïve as to think that a worldly Alpha such as yourself would not realize that lodging someone who has already been forced to...entertain...unwanted advances once with the Alpha who initiated those advances would not result in such an outcome!”

Charles tried to defend himself here.

He really hadn’t planned on taking the boy again. It had taken him by surprise almost as much as it had taken the boy by surprise.

“Really, I wasn’t planning on—“

And once again, he was ignored.

“You cannot mean to suggest that I planned on having my own son raped.”

“That is exactly what I am suggesting.”

A silence then.

Charles was shocked at the temerity of the boy to say such a thing.

And to Master Kenway.

“You...” Master Kenway looked shaken then. Pained even. “You think me capable of that.”

It was not a question.

“I think that the man who ordered the death of my mother and knowingly forced me into an engagement with the Alpha who raped me is capable of such a thing.”

Charles started.

The boy thought what?

“I did not order your mother’s death.”

Master Kenway was so stunned at the last accusation that all inflection and emotion left his voice.

“My mother burned to death within hours of Lee and the rest of your Templar ilk ambushing me in the forest and demanding the whereabouts of my village. Lee and the others never do anything without your orders. You cannot possibly expect me to believe that you had nothing to do with it.”

Master Kenway stared at him.

Charles stared at him.

He knew that the boy blamed him, but to shift that blame onto Master Kenway...

“We acted alone that day.”

And finally, finally the boy looked at him, acknowledged his presence.

“Master Kenway had traveled back east for some Order affairs in mother England. We were left with instructions not to pursue your village any longer, but I could not help thinking that Master Kenway was letting his sentiment for that—for your mother to cloud his judgment. And so I gathered the rest of the inner circle and went to make my own investigations.”

Silence again, and Charles could see the anger begin to build in Master Kenway.

“We had nothing to do with your mother’s death.”

Those amber-brown eyes bored into his own.

“It was more difficult than we thought to find your village. By the time that we finally found it, most of it was on fire.”

Charles debated telling the boy that his beloved Washington was responsible for the inferno that took his mother’s life, but decided that it would be counterproductive. The boy would not believe him, and it would throw doubt on his account of the events.

“I do not believe you.” It came out as a whisper. The boy was shaken by the news.

“You may ask that clan mother of yours. I spoke to her to extend my condolences about the tragedy.”

Both Master Kenway and the boy looked skeptical at that.

“I do not like the natives, it is true, but I do not wish for the indiscriminate slaughter of helpless people either.”

“And yet, you would force yourself on someone who was at a severe disadvantage. Twice, no less.”

Charles winced.

It was a valid point.

“You were the enemy the first time, and—“

“—do you usually go around raping enemies?”

...no.

“No. But—“

“Then I must ask what earned me the...distinction.”

Charles swallowed his words, and then looked briefly at Master Kenway.

“I wanted to break your resolve. You are our enemy, and it seemed like the fastest way of stopping you from protecting Washing—“

“Do not lie to me.”

Charles snapped his mouth closed.

“You had already come up with the plan to hang me at that point. There was no need for you to ‘break’ me as it would not have mattered. You could not have known that my friends would save me, nor could you know that I would kill Hickey before he was able to kill the commander. Why did you force yourself on me?”

Charles wetted his lips nervously.

“You are very attractive and—“

“—you have made clear your distaste of all natives. And I have not heard of you attacking other people you find attractive.”

Because those other people did not remind him of Master Kenway.

“...you should have been one of us.”

Both Master Kenway and the Assassin looked startled at this.

“Pardon?”

“You are Master Kenway’s son. You should have been one of us. You should have been mine from the start.”

The boy stared at him, eyes wide.

“Of all people for someone as distinguished as Master Kenway to entangle himself with, it has to be some Native bitch. And then she has his son. A son who, by all accounts, is extraordinarily clever and accomplished and beautiful and talented as Master Kenway himself. An Omega son who seeks to derail the very organization that Master Kenway gave his life to. And then, that is not all, and then that Omega son falls for the most worthless Alpha in existence, giving him victory after victory in a position that he does not deserve. And now, that Omega son is pregnant...with my child. And he still seeks to marry that worthless Alpha who does not deserve him. And you ask me why?”

Charles pauses briefly.

“You should have been our ally! You should have been my fiancé at the beginning! That is my child in you and—“

“That is enough, Charles.”

Charles blinked, then looked at Master Kenway.

“What did you come here for? What did you barge into this conversation for?”

Charles started, then looked back at the Assassin boy staring at him with wide eyes.

“I want to make sure that my child is not given away. That child is mine, and even if the engagement is broken, I want to raise the child once it is born.”

Because...because if he lost the boy to Biddle or Gerhard or anyone else, then he would have something, at least. Something of Master Kenway’s.

It would have to be enough.

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