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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).

Strange Fates

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.

:)

Ah yes, Charles does have a way with words. Also, Haytham initially thought that Charles raped Connor the first time because he wanted to break him. But now he knows Charles is more driven by lust than anything (what he doesn't know, is that Charles is in lust with him, and sort of the main reason why he forced himself on Connor in the prison, because he reminded Charles of his beloved mentor).

capatcha: Edward's name is?

I think Capatcha wants me to update GSTQ

Charles lies to himself a lot too. It's definitely a mixture of lust, hate, possessiveness and domination that motivates Charles. His is a personality that really hates it when he gets denied, and that mixes badly with his lust for Connor and his pre-existing hate.

I think both Captcha and I look forward to GSTQ. :D

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.

Eh, Charles more than earned what's coming to him. :D He really should've worked on his temper issue long before now. And I always felt it was absolutely ridiculous how he attacked a 5 year old kid for absolutely no reason.

This fic is mostly Charles and George POVs, but I'll see what I can do to include mentions as to earlier conversation. :)

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.

Although Connor is clearly the victim, but I actually felt for Haytham and Charles. Haytham being blamed for Charles' actions. Charles already lower than scum, having to bear his feelings out in the open - I'm pretty sure the Kenways have figured out that Charles has an unrequited love for Haytham... and errr unrequited lust for Connor. But, oh the end, where he's begging to keep his child did get me in the feels... it's too bad that he didn't realize that Connor had no intention of marrying his Templar brothers if it meant being separated from the child he wanted to keep to begin with.

Dying to know how this works out. Even though they feel guilty, I doubt Haytham and Charles will let Connor go, but even if they keep him, the recruits are planning on rescuing their leader.

And rrgghhh had another plot bunny attack. Tried shaking it off, but it's already started brainstorming ideas and writing notes and pieces down. It's where Charles dies in the main story line, and is reborn an alternate universe where he didn't strangle Connor as a child. Things work out amazingly well for him, but he's still carrying the guilt of what he did to his previous timeline Connor. Lots of angst and of course more smut. Ehh...so when I finish Honeymoon when I get back from vacation, I might start working on that along with the other neglected fills.

I must suck at writing villains or something if everyone ends up feeling sorry for them. D:

But yeah...the recruits are definitely planning on rescuing Connor (or more like removing Washington and handing Connor his weapons so he can rescue himself).

Lol at the plotbunny! I was actually bitten by the same plotbunny awhile back and had even thought to write a 'second chance' piece. But then the 'prison' plotbunny of yours bit me and the rest is history. :D Looking forward to reading it when you get back!

Strange Fates

Chapter 23 - Stalemate

The Assassin’s response was immediate, automatic.

And absolute.

“No.”

Charles glared at the boy.

“That child is from my seed—“ he began.

“—and grows within my body.”

Charles scoffed.

“What importance is the soil and the pot to that of the seed? If I hadn’t, as you so quaintly put it, forced my attentions upon you, you would not even be with child.”

The Assassin’s lips narrowed into an angry line.

So did Master Kenway’s at his reasoning.

“You are oft an exceptionally persuasive speaker, Charles,” his mentor cut in. “Take care that to actually engage that ability.”

Charles winced.

It was true that the Assassin did not look particularly impressed with his words.

“My apologies.”

And really, he was sorry if it cost him the child.

“Assassin, Connor,” he began again. “You do not even want to be pregnant. I actually want the child and will do what is best for—“

“—I do not want to be pregnant by you. That has no bearing on whether or not I want to keep the child.”

Charles blinked owlishly. Surely the Assassin wasn’t suggesting...

“...you want the child?”

The Assassin looked equally bewildered.

“Why do you suppose I do not?”

Because the child was conceived of rape. Because most children conceived that way ended up unwanted. Because Charles was its father.

“You’re an Assassin.”

The boy looked at him.

Master Kenway looked at him.

“Charles,” Master Kenway began slowly. “Assassins have children.”

The words, that is how I am here, did not need to be said.

Charles flushed.

“I-I did not think that, with your line of work, Assassins enjoyed bearing children.”

In reply, the Assassin rattled off a few names.

“Maria Thorpe, who converted to the Brotherhood after she left your Order. Malik Al-Sayf. Claudia Auditore da Firenze, later in her life.”

“They conceived their child willingly.”

Charles was somewhat gratified to see the Assassin flinch at the reminder, but then the boy glared at him.

“I despise you Lee. I despise what you did to me and the fact that the father of my child is a vile Alpha who sought to gratify his own lustful desires for the Alpha that is my father.”

Charles started, glancing wildly at Master Kenway who simply frowned at the statement.

His mentor looked frustrated, but not altogether surprised.

“But I have no intention of giving this child up. Mark this, the both of you.”

He glared at each of them in turn.

“I will not be parted from that which now grows within me.”

Master Kenway did not look pleased at the announcement.

“You realize, Connor, that now that everyone knows that Charles fathered your child, they will demand that you marry him and stay with him? And that if you should refuse and if he ever challenges you in a court of law, they would decide in his favor?”

It was...heartening, if unexpected, to hear Master Kenway speak in his defense.

It meant he had not lost all of his mentor’s esteem, even after his desires were made known.

It meant more to him than he cared to admit.

“You cannot believe that I would stay amongst people that would force me to...” And the Assassin boy glanced hatefully at him. “...to stay with the man who has done his best to wreak havoc on my life.”

Master Kenway did not look fazed.

“I do not believe you have a choice in that matter.”

The boy looked up at Charles’s mentor then, startled and bitter and disappointed.

Had he really believed that they would just let him go?

Even if he wasn’t quite so valuable a commodity as he was (an Omega who was proven to be of strong and intelligent stock), he was the enemy. They would have to be daft to let him go.

“And that is your answer to what I requested for before,” the Assassin replied dully.

It wasn’t a question.

Master Kenway looked aggrieved then, but determined.

“I gave you your choice earlier, and you know it.”

“You gave me no choice at all—“

“—you can wed a Templar of your choosing, the child stays with Charles, or I can kill you.”

Charles started. Surely, surely he wouldn’t before the child was born.

He wasn’t ready to lose the child.

“You owe me for breaking—“

“—and my allowance is the choice of servitude or death.”

The Assassin looked away in anger, hands helplessly clenching into a fist.

“Do not mistake me, Connor, for some maudlin. The best way to serve my Order is to continue my line...within the confines of this Order. And while I will try to make things as...comfortable...as possible for you, I will not guarantee it. You chose to go against us, and you reap the consequences of that action.”

He paused and then looked disapprovingly at Charles.

“However, given Charles’s recent actions, I am willing to allow you the option of death instead. And I will make sure it is as painless as possible, with no shame for you.”

He sounded regretful as he said it.

Charles suddenly realized that, despite his words, Master Kenway did not want to lose what is likely one of the last members of his family either.

He still cared for the Native whore.

The realization left Charles conflicted, and he was not sure whether to be bitter that the slut left such an impression on Master Kenway or relieved that the child within the boy was not lost to him yet.

If Master Kenway had not cared, then the boy would have already been slain long before Charles had gathered his courage to intrude.

“But do not mistake the man I am, Connor. The Order will always be first. You will either serve the Order in life or escape it in death. I will brook no other alternative.”

Father and son were both silent for a long, long moment.

Before...

“You are truly the monster I have always believed you to be. Father.”

And from a certain point of view, Charles could rather see how the accusation reflected truth.

But he could not allow it.

Charles’s loyalties were far more equally matched.

“Master Kenway,” he whispered, too shocked to put much force behind his words.

Thankfully, his mentor heard him immediately.

“What is it Charles?”

“Please, Master Kenway, not before the child is born.”

He wanted the Assassin boy for his own, yes, but he could not let his first and only child be the first casualty of this never-ending war between their two factions.

He was too in love with the idea of the child to ever give it up.

Master Kenway did not look surprised at this.

“It is regrettable, Charles, but there is no other option available after your...actions.”

Charles flinched at the reminder that it was his doing that led them to this pass.

Had he not forced himself on the Assassin, then Master Kenway would not be offering death to both boy and child.

“...I will be in no position to work effectively if that option comes to pass,” is the only thing he can think of to say.

A silence.

Then, “are you threatening me, Charles?”

The tone was mild, even if the words were not.

“No, sir. I am merely making a statement of fact.”

Another silence.

Master Kenway’s lips thinned in disapproval.

“The boy cannot go free. You know this. I know this. He knows this, even if he chooses to think that he can change my mind.”

The boy tensed at that.

Charles thought about it. No, he didn’t want the boy to go free. He had meant what he said earlier, and the thought of their enemies reuniting with the strongest member in their fold...well, it was frightening.

And yet, and yet...

He turned to the boy then.

“Say you will live. I will...” he gulped, “cease my attentions to your person. And I will stay away from the child except for supervised visits.”

Because he could not promise never to see his child. He was incapable of that.

The boy turned surprised eyes on him, took a breath as if to answer and...hesitated.

Those amber-brown eyes stared at Charles as if they were reading through him.

Searching. Judging.

But those full lips remained closed.

Still, Charles did not have his answer.

Master Kenway rose from his chair at this point.

“Gentlemen, we are no further now than we are earlier, and it is time for me to return to my affairs.”

He turned to Charles.

“Charles, as you have not demonstrated any sense of restraint, I will remove Connor from your care.”

Charles only nodded at this. He had been expecting no less.

Master Kenway then turned to the Assassin boy.

“Connor, you will reside with me for one week, under guard from Gerhard and Frederico who will guard you to make sure that no untoward actions are taken.”

Here, he looked sternly at the Omega, who worried his lip at the news.

“And during that week, you are to make your decision. Live or die. It is your choice.”

And with that, Master Kenway stalked out of the room.

Once again, I love your Haytham. He's perfect, both compassionate and yet cold. He may care for his son, but the Order of course comes first, and that he's even willing to kill his son and grandchild for it ;_; So what exactly happened to the 'truce' they were planning with the Brotherhood? It's a good thing Achilles is still alive, otherwise the Templars would have inherited the Homestead ...although it could already be in Connor's name and he's got quite the fortune (why he didn't just by his village, I have no idea).

Won't be able to update for the next two week, but once I'm not traveling through International waters, I'll definitely check in for updates.

Also... Malik was an Omega? Did Altair have two :p

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Sweet Lucifer... this was intense. Never thought a conversation alone could create such an atmosphere of anticipation. I was more surprised by Charles than anyone else here. Can't wait to see Connor's next move/decision!

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Strange Fates

Chapter 24 - Troubled Thoughts

When George heard nothing from the Assassin Brotherhood for a few days, he felt trepidation. He had given his top officers his notice as planned and then...nothing.

Neither Clipper nor any of the other Assassins appeared to let him know if the operation was underway, and he was getting worried.

The thought crossed his mind more than once that something had happened to them. That, for some reason, they were unable to retrieve him and rescue his beloved Wolf.

It made him nervous, and he found that he spent what little spare time he had pacing in his tent. What if something happened to the Assassins. What if something happened to Connor?

The young Omega was now trapped in the den of his enemies, of Charles Lee no less, and George worried for him constantly.

He’d seen with his own eyes the extent of Charles’s strange fascination with the Wolf and just the thought of the man ambushing the young Omega when he was unarmed...

But no.

George shook himself.

He had to remind himself that Connor was strong and capable. He wouldn’t let anything untoward happen to him.

He wouldn’t.

It didn’t stop George from worrying and pacing and wishing that there was something he could do.

And so when a familiar head popped into his tent and casually greeted him, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Hand on chest, George tried to calm his quickly beating heart.

Stephane frowned at him.

“We need to go, commander.”

The Alpha was as brusque and curt as usual, and he swiftly turned and left the tent.

George straightened and, grabbing his packed bag, went to follow the man.

“Have you heard from Connor?”

Stephane didn’t stop walking, but his frown deepened at that.

“This is not a topic to be broached here,” he replied, casting wary glances around them.

George felt his heart constrict as he realized the implications of his words.

If one of the spies for the Templars had heard them or had any indication that he was removing himself to allow the Wolf escape...

It was risky enough as it was to inform the officers of George’s absence. The Assassins had secretly vetted them and determined them safe from Templar influence and wise enough to keep the knowledge to themselves.

Should word of their plans reach the Templars, then Connor would be in danger.

George knew this.

But it was hard to hold his questions.

He needed so much to hear from Connor.

The letter he had received was a soothing balm to him, but it wasn’t enough.

He needed the young man.

He needed to hear those words from his Omega directly.

As George walked, he recalled the contents of the letter and how thoroughly those words had seared themselves into his mind.

Dearest George,

I must beg you for forgiveness. I know that you did not want me to do what I had done, but you mean too much for me to let you die so.

I should not care so much. I know this. A man in my line of work cannot afford such luxuries.

But, George, I find that I do not care for the rules around you.

I love you.

I love your humility, your compassion and your empathy for others. I love you for being the opposite of everything I despise, everything that brought me pain.

I want to thank you for the role you have played in my life, for your generosity towards me.

And your proposal.

You do not know how happy you made me then.

And you cannot know how much I hated having to rescind my acceptance.

But I cannot allow anything to happen to you because of me. Nor can I allow you to be tainted by my association.

I do not know if we will succeed, though I hope we will. Without weapons and surrounded by the likes of Charles Lee and his allies, the chance of success is not high.

I would have you know that.

If, by chance, we should succeed, then I look forward to seeing you again with all haste. I would kiss you and love you as I did that first night.

And if, by chance, we should not, then please guide this budding nation of yours into freedom. Let all who live here in this land, your people and mine, enjoy that freedom.

And know that I love you, and I always have.

Yours with love,

Connor

George had read it over and over and over again until the paper was soaked with tears. And then, regretfully, as instructed, he had tossed it into the fire, watching it slowly burn until it became dust.

He’d believed that they would succeed. Any other outcome was unbearable.

They must succeed. He must see his Wolf again.

But now...following Stephane, watching the man’s face grow more and more tense the further they got from the campsite...

George can’t help wondering.

If they lost, if that second option in Connor’s letter came to pass...

...what would happen?

What would it be like to fight the war, match wits against the Templars...without the Wolf at his side?

It was unthinkable. Ludicrous.

The Wolf had had a hand in their most important operations!

He’d been one of the turning points in the war and, even as his men whispered amongst themselves those disgusting rumors that Charles had no doubt spread, they still believed in the spirit that Connor embodied.

He was the Wolf.

But George looked at Stephane’s face and saw how those brows were knit together in worry and...and something else.

And he couldn’t help but feel dread pool in his stomach.

He’d had no news from the Assassins in days, much later than he expected. Much later than they’d said.

Surely it was just an insignificant delay and there was nothing wrong, but...

But.

George hurried after the quickly walking man and tried his damn hardest not to think.

His thoughts were not friends to him right now.