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Finding Connor

Chapter 18

Charles wasn't sure what he was expecting when he followed his counterpart, Doctor White and Doctor Davies into the quarters of this world's Connor. A curiosity, perhaps. A reflection of the differences between his world and the one he now found himself in. Surely, a world that spawned this Charles Lee and this Doctor White should be different here as well. After all, it was clear that this Charles Lee did not care for his wife as Charles did.

And yet...

And yet...

He looked about and felt his breath taken away. It was all so similar. The drapery, a dark burgundy against the cream of the walls. He could just imagine his Connor running a hand along the lushness of the velvet.

His Connor had always liked interesting textures.

And that chair in the corner! Made of the finest redwood and padded with rich cushions. It was Connor's favorite. He'd often nurse their son in that chair, supported by those cushions, humming a lullaby as a tiny mouth sucked on his breast.

And that desk...

Connor would offer to help Charles with his finances, and he preferred to do the accounting there. He'd place his black bound journal and note their incomes and household expenses and the servants's salary. Charles had never liked that part of his duty and was only too glad to offload it onto his capable wife.

Every night, he would come to get Connor at that desk for their lovemaking. His wife would look up at him, smile and—

Charles bit his lip, feeling tears well in his eyes. It wasn't right that he lose Connor so soon. It wasn't right that he lose his young wife. He was near double Connor's age and that he still lived while Connor didn't...

It wasn't right.

Angrily, he brushed away the forming tears with the back of his hand. He could not afford to mourn. Not right now. Not when his counterpart already doubted him.

He needed the man's trust to ensure everything went well. So that this world's Connor could get better, and he could go home, back to his little Haytham.

How was his little son faring, he wondered. Did he wonder where his father had gone? Had he learned to speak more words yet? Was he in the care of his grandfather?

Charles hoped he was. His own servants would not have the means to continue the household expenses without him, and it would be difficult to raise Haytham in such conditions. Master Kenway's household was warm and welcoming. He had raised Connor well and would raise Charles's son well too.

But Master Kenway was old now. He had not many years left, and if Charles stalled too long...

Well, he shuddered to think what might become of his son.

All the more imperative that he speed this Connor's recovery then.

He took a breath and did what he had been careful not to do since he first entered these quarters. He looked towards the bed that held its ailing occupant.

His breath stalled in his throat.

Oh God...

Before, when he had wondered about this world's Connor, his imagination had spun him an almost Alpha-like Omega. Vicious as that Assassin who destroyed Charles's life. As cold and powerful.

But this Omega lying so still in that bed...

He was pale and thin. Fragile-looking amidst the white sheets. His amber-brown eyes were dull as they gazed at absolutely nothing, and he looked...dead.

Charles gulped.

This Connor looked almost exactly like his wife when he had been laid to rest.

And it was discomfiting, seeing that again.

Oh, there were differences. This Connor was thinner and, instead of Charles's wife's black coat, he was dressed in a simple nightshift. He was also in bed and not in a coffin. But...

But...

The image of his dead wife flashed before him suddenly, and Charles took an inadvertent step back, hand going to his pounding heart.

He had to remind himself that this was not his Connor, and it was not his place to demand that the two doctors do something. His Connor was dead anyways. There was nothing they could do.

Charles was beginning to doubt they could do anything for this Connor either.

Chalky cheeked, dull staring eyes and a thinness that could only come from sustained hunger...

It was a wonder he wasn't dead already.

What had Charles's counterpart been doing to him that led to this sorry state? Enemy or not, forced or not, one did not let one's wife starve.

Charles felt a frisson of anger crawl up his spine, and he made his way to the other Charles, who stood watching Doctor White and Doctor Davies consult over their patient.

“How have you let him get into this state?” he whispered.

The man shot him an irritated look.

“It was certainly not by my design—“

“You are the master of this house, are you not?”

His counterpart had to concede the point.

“Then how could you let him starve so?”

A raised eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

Charles gestured to the still body on the bed.

“Look at him. Skin and bones. He looks like death warmed over. How have you let him get into this state? Do you want your child to die along with him?”

The other Charles bristled.

“I did everything I could. I had Davies create a meal plan for him, to make sure he stayed healthy. I had him watched and constantly monitored so that we could be aware if he turned for the worse. What else would you have me do?”

What else indeed.

“It looks as if,” Charles began. “He looks so pale. As if he has not seen enough sun for many a day. When was the last time you took him outside?”

His counterpart colored.

“I...haven't.”

It was unthinkable.

“Connor adores being outside. How you could even think to keep him locked in here...”

“It was not secure.”

“Bullocks.”

His counterpart finally turned to look at him.

“Excuse me?”

“You've decimated the Brotherhood. You have their leader captive, pregnant with your child and completely insensate. You cannot tell me that you, with your resources and the lower ranks stationed out there, truly worry about security.”

To this, the other Charles said nothing but pursed his lips in irritation.

Well fine. If he wanted to pretend it was all nothing.

“Is it punishment?” Charles asked. “Control? It's control isn't it?”

No reply.

“You're trying to keep your dominance on him at all times, remind him of his own dependency upon you and of his limitations.”

His counterpart was at last driven to speak.

“And what of it?”

Charles let loose a small sound of irritation.

“You cannot expect him to get better when being reminded at every turn of how right he is to flee you. You cannot expect him to fight for life like this, and by the look of him, he will need to fight to live.”

“You sound maudlin,” the other Charles snapped.

“I sound reasonable,” Charles snapped back. “You cannot bring order about by sheer force. It takes a mix of force and persuasion. And you, cousin, have all of the force and none of the persuasion.”

“Is that how your Templar Order is? A fairytale?”

Charles frowned.

“I can only imagine what yours went through that you believe such to be a fairytale. We have always striven to guide, first by gentle means and mutual accord and then, if necessary by a show of arms and threats. Such is the foundation of life. A system with only a show of arms and threats...that leads to anarchy. No man or woman, Alpha or Omega, would stand to live in a life that gained them nothing, and that is what that system leads to. It is how that,” he pointed at the still figure on the bed, “happened.”

For a moment his counterpart looked as if he would strike him. But then he relaxed and let loose his breath.

“And what do you propose I do then? Let him outside, that's all it takes to heal him? Are you a doctor?”

“He is not, but I am, and that is exactly what I recommend.”

Both Charles turned to face the doctors that had, apparently, caught the last part of their exchange.

“Of course, it is not all I recommend, but it is a good start. Sunlight. Healthy food with more of the essential essences that he is currently missing, especially in his state. Exercise.”

And then his eyes hardened.

“And perhaps the right to sleep unmolested.”

The first part with Charles remembering his Connor by noticing all the similarities in the room, nearly had me in tears. Just being reminded of all that he had loss, and then of course his urgency to get back home and me knowing that will never happen, just... argh... my heart.

BTW Love FW!Charles getting upset with Moth!Charles, and of course he and Doctor White tag-teaming Moth!Charles. Doubt Davies as much to say, even though Moth!Charles is paying him to be there. Also, wonder if it's Davies who reports to Haytham about their Charles' identical cousin.

Davies definitely reports to Haytham. :) The sly doctor and all. A consummate businessman, he lets no affections sway him and neither does he let distemper blind him. Such was Church's problem. :D

But of course, Haytham's actually in New York, and in those days, it took quite a while to get from New York to Boston. :D

Once again, I liked the distinction between Church and Davies... but I'm sure thanks to his predecessor, Davies must know that Haytham is always keeping tabs on him somehow, as if just waiting for the moment to pounce before he has a chance to betray them.

Haytham's actually in New York, and in those days, it took quite a while to get from New York to Boston

Yeah, I noticed when in the game Haytham ditches Connor in that fight with the mercenaries and tells his son to meet him in New York, a month later, Connor shows up and Haytham is like "Church is probably days ahead of us by now" ... uh no, he's probably two months ahead of you now.

Yeah, Davies has a direct example in Church, and he's not about to forget what happened to people that get on the Grandmaster's bad side. :)

No update tonight. Too much work unfinished. But will update tomorrow. :)

Same here actually, was busy today to write.

Finding Connor

Chapter 19

Charles spared a glance towards his counterpart at that last suggestion. The man seemed unfazed.

“A wife's duty is to see to his or her husband's needs,” he stated casually.

Doctor White sneered at him.

“I am afraid that even our stubborn countrymen might disagree with you in this case. Your wife shows no sign of consciousness, and that you force yourself on him still does not reflect well on you.”

The other Charles shook his head.

“Unless I am damaging him by doing so—and I highly doubt that—I am afraid I would have to disagree with you.”

“And who is to say you are not?”

To his credit, Charles's counterpart paused at that. Then he scoffed at the idea.

“You are a credible doctor? And you believe that marital congress can damage a man? Please tell me this is some poor joke.”

Charles wanted to say something. Because it was clear, looking at that limp form still lying upon the bed that there was something to what the good doctor was suggesting.

It turned out the good doctor could speak for himself, because the next thing out of his mouth was startlingly clever.

“I think that when a man's wife is obviously dying that that man learn to take precautions and scrutinize his own actions. Whether or not your callous disregard for your wife led to this sorry state is unknown, but that your wife is dying is a fact.”

The other Charles, too, looked shocked at such a statement. He turned narrowed eyes to the bed, where the still body of his wife lay.

“You do not know what you are asking me to give up.” Then, he turned to the other doctor in the room.

“Your opinion, Doctor Davies?”

The Alpha doctor cleared his throat nervously.

“Well, I can't say for certain what is or isn't causing your wife's state. He ought to have healed from his miscarriage months ago. That he still lingers in this state does give credence to Doctor White's theories, as unlikely as it may seem.”

Then, seeing the man's face darken, Doctor Davies hastened to amend his reply. “While Doctor White's suggestion is certainly...interesting, I myself suggest a trial. For a period of a month or two, abstain from sexual congress with your wife. If he does not improve, then do as you will.”

Charles wondered what his counterpart would think. If the man was anything like him, then he would loathe the idea of abstaining from his wife. Connor was...

Well, that was neither here nor there. His Connor was dead and his counterpart's Connor was...dying. And if Charles was in his place, he would do anything to save him.

“You both would deny me my wife?”

Clearly, the other Charles was nothing like him. He was really wondering how it could be possible that they were the same people, separated only by a single incident.

Surely there must be something that marked him as different than this man. Surely he could not be someone this odious bar a single event.

“Perhaps not deny—“

“Yes.”

The blunt answer was from Doctor White, and Charles turned wide eyes to the man. He put so much effort into keeping him alive and getting them all to this point. If his counterpart decided to kill him, then...

“You are bold.”

“I speak as a doctor for his patient.”

Charles counterpart looked at him, eyes hard as ice.

“You mean you speak as a man for his friend. Or,” he looked at the doctor in suspicion, “is he more than that to you?”

And so very jealous. Of Doctor White. And even if the man were not married to Ellen in this world, the man was clearly displaying the concern of a friend and not of a potential love interest.

Charles could not recall being quite so bad as this.

“It says quite a bit about you that the only thought you have towards someone displaying concern for your wife is an accusation of lust. I wonder if it must reflect back on your own considerations for him.”

The other Charles purpled in rage.

“He is not merely some toy to me—“

Charles felt it necessary to join the conversation. If only to prevent bloodshed.

“I am sure,” he said, placing a placating hand on his double's arm, “that the good doctor means no such thing. He is merely making a suggestion to help his friend...”

“A bad choice considering the circumstances,” Davies muttered.

Charles shot him a glare.

“But I am sure he means nothing untoward by it...“

Wisely, Doctor White kept his mouth shut this time, and Charles was able to calm his counterpart.

Somewhat.

“My child grows in my wife's belly, and I would do nothing to harm him.”

Doctor White looked unimpressed.

“My professional recommendation is as follows. Give him fresh air and sunlight. Increase his food uptake with a larger array of nutrients than simple broth.”

And here, he cast a scathing look upon Doctor Davies, who simply shrugged it off.

“Allow him near items, people or animals with which he has good association. Give him a reason to get well.”

Charles's counterpart relaxed.

“Is that all?”

“No. There is more. Leave him be at night and let him heal from all that you've done to him since the wedding.”

Charles looked nervously at the other Charles, who had gone still.

The doctor's voice softened, then.

“What you've been doing so far isn't working. Isn't it time to try something new? For the child in Connor's belly, if not for him.”

Silence.

The other Charles stared wordlessly at Doctor White.

Then, “I will have the servants feed him better and let him outside. Those are not a problem. However.”

He paused and cleared at each of them in turn.

“It is out of the question that I deprive myself of the company of my own wife, and I will thank you to not mention it again.”

And Charles let out a disappointed sigh.

His counterpart was getting to be a real problem.

Heh, I knew Moth!Charles would not give up slaking his lusts upon his wife. In the original timeline, it had taken so much to convince to finally force himself to... not force himself on Connor. But oh wow, I should have known he would question Doctor White's intentions, just like he had with Clipper - who I hope will make it into the story as well.

Had a freaky dream a few nights back, of what if Moth!Connor's mind had actually drifted off, or he had died during the miscarriage and FW!Connor's mind had taken his place. Meaning, Moth!Charles was raping FW!Charles' wife without knowing it. Sorry, I have a twisted mind...

Next update might be a little late - was feeling really sick today to get any writing done.

Lol anon, you have the most interesting of dreams. :D Poor FW! Connor. He'd be so traumatized. ):

Passerby anon here. I'll admit reading this story has given me a sort of bizarre dream where FW!Charles was singing (badly mind you) a lullaby to Connor while he was still unconcious and it was like a lullaby that his Connor used to sing to their son. And the lullaby was a song that Ziio used to sing to Connor when he was little.

lkwehflkwjaef these fanfics have consumed me.

-hides in corner-

FW!Writer-anon here, and OMG... I love the idea of Charles singing, and of course the reaction Connor would have. Also, it's good to know that there are more people out there who are suffering from fics taking over their dreams.

<3 this idea! :D You're really tempting me to incorporate it now...

Short chapter this time. Sooo sleepy. zzz

Finding Connor

Chapter 20

It was the small things about the would-be corpse that Charles's counterpart insisted on bedding that turned him into someone real for Charles.

He was not truly, not at first. He simply laid in bed, eyes closed or vacant, and Charles would feel ill-at-ease looking upon him. The thought that this Connor was separated by his own Connor with only a single defining event...

Well, that was more frightening than Charles cared to admit.

This Connor, though, he was not real. He was an abstraction, an idea, and Charles was resolved to continue thinking of him in that way. Nothing good could come from his attachment to someone so wholly removed from his own world.

Except...

Except Charles would watch over Doctor White as he looked over this Connor every day and notice that the same little scar on his own wife was on this Connor as well. Looking at that little scar, Charles had to wonder if this Connor also slipped off a tree when he was very young and gained it then?

Then there was the way that he seemed to, well, relax on the grass. The first time they set him there, Charles could have sworn that he seemed to breathe a little easier. His color seemed better at least, though that may only be due to the warming rays of the sun.

Still, there was a connection to his Connor and the way he would glow whenever they made love on the lush grass of Charles's lawns. There was something about being next to greenery and plants that Connor took very well to and it seemed probable that this Connor shared that trait.

They were startling similar in some ways, despite the differences that spawned them.

And Charles was intrigued despite himself.

Who would this Connor be if he came out of this dying state? Would he be like Charles's Connor? Mischievous and playful? Proper and resourceful? Or would he be more like that blasted Assassin, being one of their ilk?

Charles wasn't sure it really mattered all that much. He meant to return home as soon as possible, and it would soon cease to matter to him, but it was an interesting thought. A way to pass his time besides working with Doctor White to bring cognizance back to this Connor.

As if on cue, the good doctor turned to him.

"He has those bruises again."

Charles blanched, then grimaced.

Not only was his counterpart apparently incapable of acting unselfishly, he was also unable to abstain from sex for any length of time.

God only knew how he led the continental army without taking his wife with him.

"It is preposterous that he continues this travesty. His wife is dying and all he can think of are his own lusts?"

Charles winced. It was a rather apt description of the situation, and he was uncomfortably aware of how the man would have been him had a single event been different in his own life.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when Doctor White glared at him.

"Don't you dare say anything to defend him. I have never met someone who was so undeserving, and to think that he won his ambitions..."

It was galling indeed, Charles supposed, for a man in Doctor White's position. However, as Charles's eyes slid to the pliant figure on the bed, Charles privately thought that his counterpart may not have gotten all he wanted.

Certainly, his wife was not the obedient creature he had hoped to make him.

Charles felt a sense of vicious satisfaction at that.

The man had not ceased his ridiculousness, even as he held those who would help him in contempt. True, neither Doctor White nor Charles himself offered that help for the other Charles's sake. Charles rather thought that the good doctor would like to poison the man.

But there was manners to be had, and it seemed that his counterpart was quite lacking in them.

Or perhaps, a thought came to him, his Connor had impressed them upon him.

Charles reflected back and griamced to himself. It was true that several of his associates had remarked on his improved manner after little Connor had been found, particularly after his visits with Spado and the others. It could just as easily be Master Kenway's return to his life, but Charles somehow suspected differently.

And it was...disconcerting. That were it not for his Connor, he might have become this creature he was beginning to detest.

"How such an insufferable man is said to be the first king of our fair land is beyond me. It is quite disgusting."

Charles glanced at the scowling Omega.

"Politics," he began slowly, "is rarely aboveboard. I am certain that there were many influential people who stood to gain from his popularity."

Doctor White snorted in distaste. His hands remained still and steady as he examined this world's Connor.

"And you," Doctor White began. "Are you of high position in your world?"

Charles smiled. He supposed one may call it that.

"It sufficed to meet my ambitions."

And really, he already had what he really wanted. A wonderful wife, a true partner in every sense, a little Alpha boy, good reputation amongst the army...

The smile slipped.

And it was all taken away.

Just as this world's Charles sought to throw all he had away. And only for the sake of banal lust.

Charles's fist shook.

That such a man still had his wife while he lost his...that such a man might be expecting a child from that wife while Charles had no access to his beautiful little boy...

That was not justice.

"You are completely right," he whispered. "That man doesn't deserve all he has."

But Charles would give it to him anyways. Because he wanted to return home to his little boy, to what he had left.

Wrrrrrryyyy!!! /sobs/ everytime Charles reflects on his past and his Connor, gets me in the feels every single time! And while Moth!Charles might be jealous of him, he's also jealous of his counterpart for still having what he had lost though not deserving any of it.

Btw thanks for the making love on the lawn idea, I'm going to have to use it later :)

Thanks anon! :) Connor always seemed to be to be very naturey, what with the climbing trees and everything. The grass bit seemed so very...appropriate. :D

Finding Connor

Chapter 21

The other Charles was troublesome.

Charles gritted his teeth as he watched Doctor White try to convince the man to let Connor's old friends and comrades visit him.

"He needs friendly faces about him, ones that do not see him as an empty vessel for lust and ones that do not resent him for detesting you."

It was a very reasonable argument. Even Charles, as generally apathetic as he was about medicine, knew of the beneficial effects that friends, trusted comrades and family could bring. Why, whenever he was ill, he sought out the company of Spado and his other dogs. Just having their softly panting bodies next to him as he stroked their soft fur always made him feel better and livelier, and he always seemed to recover faster too.

"Out of the question."

His counterpart, it seemed, did not agree.

"Mr. Lee..."

"Commander."

"Commander Lee, as his professional physician, I must recommend that you allow your wife near the things and people with which he has good association."

The other Charles shrugged.

"I allowed him to be taken outside, did I not?"

Charles could clearly see Doctor White struggling not to punch the man.

"Yes," the good doctor said through gritted teeth. "But it is hardly enough to spur any change. He needs familiar faces, people who truly care for him and wish him well."

"And are you not a friendly face?"

"I," Doctor White stressed, "am only one friend. The more you surround him with, the better. Doctor Davies is correct that there is little physically wrong with him. He was a bit malnourished, no doubt due to his extended lapse, but it should slowly be corrected with his new diet."

"I fail to see the problem then."

"He does not wake. There is a problem. We know it rests not in the body, so it must rest elsewhere."

"But do you know what it is?"

Charles could see Doctor White slowly counting to ten.

"No, but I believe it is an affliction of the mind."

"You believe." It was only slightly mocking.

Doctor White did not rise to the bait.

"Yes, I believe. And since this suggestion is relatively harmless, I do not understand your refusal to consider it."

Charles thought he understood his counterpart's refusal. This Connor had been an Assassin, and from what he understood, his counterpart had kept a number of his wife's recruits alive as collateral. If he let them near him...

"Surely your wife must have many friends to choose from?" He suggested. He did not know for sure about this Connor, save the association with Doctor White, but his own Connor had been friends with a man named Dave, Ellen, a number of the people in Boston, Noah, Clipper...

Though he supposed Noah would never have survived in this world. He had blossomed only under the guidance of the Templars and without that...

Without that, he would have starved in the streets when the orphanage kicked him out as he came of age. Or forced to prostitute himself. What terrible thoughts these were to be having about their best spymaster and Binns' adopted son, but it was very probable that that had been Noah's fate in this world.

A thought came to him.

"You mentioned that your wife was friends with a Clipper C-Wilkinson?"

His counterpart growled.

"Collins now. The Omega's name is Collins."

Ah yes. The Omega had also wed James in this world, though it was likely not by choice.

How twisted they had all become. All strange this world was, and all because the other Charles had had the audacity to strangle Connor.

"What about Mr. Collins then? Surely, as you are well acquainted with his husband, it should be no difficulty?"

His counterpart scowled and threw a furtive glance at Doctor White.

"I do not know him well. I do not trust him in my house."

Charles lifted an eyebrow in surprise. Really. And he had still given him away to James?

"Do you not trust his husband then?"

"Of course. James, as you know, is of an impeccable character. A bit soft at times, but stalwart."

"Then," Charles continued, "can you not consult with him for his opinion? If he vouches for his wife's good behavior..."

The other Charles looked displeased at that.

"It can do no harm to consult him, at the least."

His counterpart scowled again.

"I do not see the point. James is a busy man, and I would not call upon him for no reason."

Charles stared incredulously at him.

No reason? The chance to help his wife while mitigating the risks of letting ex-Assassins near him was 'no reason?' Did the man wish his wife to recover at all?

"Well," Charles thought about it. "What about his other friends?"

He turned to Doctor White.

"Does Mr. Lee have any other friends? Acquaintances?"

Doctor White nodded.

"There is Ellen, a seamstress," and Charles started at that, "Big Dave, a blacksmith, old man Faulkner who was Connor's first mate though he has not yet returned from a months long trip down south, Norris and Mi--"

"No," Charles's counterpart interrupted, "I will not allow them into my house."

Charles stared at him. This was ridiculous. This was beyond ridiculous. The man was deliberately hindering his wife's progress at this point for no reason!

Ellen and Dave were certainly not Assassins or they would have been long jailed for it, and Charles could not comprehend why his counterpart would deny this.

"And why is that?" Doctor White asked.

"I need not answer," he replied. "Suffice to say, my wife will not see any of those...people. That is my final word."

Yes, Charles's counterpart was a problem indeed.

Charles shared a glance with Doctor White. The Omega looked as troubled as he felt.

If the man kept turning down their suggestions like this, if things continued on the way they had been...

Charles remembered how pale and wan this world's Connor looked. He remembered the purple bruises that Doctor White had uncovered, peeking slyly up at them from the opened nightgown as Doctor White worked to massage Connor's belly. They were mostly hidden, but one strayed too close to the edge of the nightgown, and Doctor White had pushed the cloth aside to uncover more.

It had infuriated them both, seeing those purple bruises on the Omega's hips, to know that not only was Charles's counterpart still slaking his lusts on his wife, he was doing so almost viciously.

As if he was taking his anger and frustration out on his helpless wife in a forced and rough coupling.

It made Charles feel ill, seeing those bruises. This Connor would never get better. He had daily proof of the atrocities that would greet him when he regained himself. And Charles would never be able to return home to his son.

This other Charles was beginning to be an obstacle. And obstacles needed to be removed.

Wow, I knew moth!Charles would be stubborn... but not by this much, too afraid to lose his prize or to jealous that other people would be near his wife. But it looks like moth!Charles' is digging his own grave here, but I'm worried what will happen to FW!Charles if he goes through with it after all there are still the Templars and the Lee servants to deal with.

My update might be a little later tonight or tomorrow, but at least I'm off and will have more time to write.

Unfortunately, Moth! Charles never had his epiphany here. And the pressure on him to change from FW! Charles is only making him more stubborn. He doesn't see him as an enemy, but he certainly still distrusts him. So this leads him to do very, very stupid things...

Super busy tonight. Update tomorrow. :)

Crap sorry. Work materialized out of nowhere and ugh...

Tomorrow night. ):

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The long chapter, as promised. :)

Finding Connor

Chapter 22

Scheming was strange. It was not so much that Charles was not used to the activity (he was one of the Inner Circle and had unfortunately found it a most necessary part of delivering on his responsibilities), but it felt strange to be scheming against himself.

Of a sort.

Charles still vehemently denied any degree of resemblance between his own impeccable person and that utterly ridiculous individual who called himself Charles Lee in this world.

The form of the scheme was also vexing. Charles's usual affairs were limited to keeping rivals and enemies silent, mostly through removing them altogether or, if necessary, through blackmail and other means of leverage. There occassionally needed to be someone in the continental army who stood in the Order's way or a British Templar who possessed too much loyalty to the Crown and not enough to the Order. And a long, long time ago, Charles was one of the leaders of the operation to wipe the colonies of the Assassin Brotherhood.

He smiled bitterly.

What difficulty that was. The Brotherhood was a tricky lot, quite formidable foes, and it took both his own resolve and Master Kenway's genius to stamp out their rot before they could fully take hold. They'd been utterly exhausted afterwards, both from the mental and physical exertion required and from the loss of life that the execution of their plan resulted in. But they had done it and, to date, it had been the most difficult operation that Charles had participated in.

This planning, while small in comparison, was so vastly dissimilar that Charles was not sure where to begin.

He wanted this world's Connor to improve. To do that, he must remove the man from his wife. And with the way his counterpart insisted on watching over his wife at every available opportunity and vehemently opposed their suggestions to leave the Omega alone...

And that was the problem, wasn't it? This world's Charles had an unhealthy fixation on his wife. A fixation that knew no reason.

It occurred to Charles that it was somewhat amusing that he of all people should note another man's obsession, but he supposed that his death experience and removal from his own world altogether gave him new perspective. He saw now how he was utterly single-minded in his objectives, and how he had let his devastation over Connor's death allow him to destroy everything else he held dear.

It was a most unworthy thing to have done, to abandon his son like that, to ignore Master Kenway's orders and to shirk his duties. And it stained Connor's honor, that he did so in his wife's name. Connor would not have wanted him to take this route, and now he cannot return to his son.

And while his counterpart stood in his way, he did not quite want to kill his counterpart. The man was irritating, insulting and demeaning. He was mostly definitely a nuisance, but not quite a threat, and Charles had honor enough to look first to nonlethal means before resorting to the lethal ones.

It gave him a headache.

How did one scheme against what was technically oneself? And how did one do so successfully when the target had more power, standing, support and connections? His counterpart had the support of this world's Order, was the respected commander of the continental army and was master of his house. Charles was, at best, his estranged cousin and a guest welcomed only until his counterpart's patience ran out. It was a fine line that Charles was seeking to walk, and he did not know how to begin his first step.

What could he do to remove the other Charles's toxic influence on this world's Connor, so that the Omega could heal and Charles could return home?

That was the crux of the situation, wasn't it? From his and Doctor White's observations, his counterpart was toxic to his wife, and while this world's Connor would likely last to the childbirth, there was very little chance he would survive it.

And Charles knew that his stay in this world was connected to the Omega. That brief image in the green room, the certainty in that disembodied voice he heard back then... It all made sense.

So what would happen if this world's Connor died? Would Charles ever be able to return home? Or would he be stuck here, in this world where he could never hold his son? Where he could not even take ownership of his own identity?

It was not a comforting thought, and so Charles struggled to think of a way to remove his counterpart's influence.

There had to be something. Something that would work.

But what?

His counterpart would never allow his wife to be away from him, and the only people who could stand against him, the Assassins, were defeated. The survivors were under house arrest, crippled to prevent their ever being a threat again. Clipper was under the watchful eyes of this world's James. And Connor himself could be of no help, his mind wandering away somewhere while his body lay in his enemy's possession.

What of this world's Templars? If Charles contacted the Haytham Kenway and explained the situation, would the man help? Connor was his son, and Charles's mentor had always had a close relationship with his Omega son.

It was one of the many reasons Charles had been so hesitant to pursue his suit at first. Master Kenway was protective of Connor, as was his right as the Omega's Alpha father. And after Charles had impregnated Connor, he had been worried that Master Kenway would take his balls as a lesson to him. Thankfully, Charles's mentor had done no such thing, but Charles secretly suspected that that was due more to consideration for Connor and the thought of future grandchildren rather than any restraint on Charles's behalf.

Ah...but this world's Haytham Kenway had only known his son for a very short time. Too short to form any substantial bond, and they were enemies besides.

It was unthinkable in his own world to think of Master Kenway as less than supportive and adoring of his son. But this was not his own world, and Charles could not bank on any potential affections that Haytham Kenway might hold for his child.

Who else was there? Charles's own resources were limited here. He had no home, no fortune, no connections. His sole support was his counterpart, and his counterpart would not listen to reason.

Charles paced the length of his room, frustrated and disappointed. To have striven so much and accomplished so little...

It rankled. Charles was not used to failure, especially not with such consequences at the end of it.

What more could he do?

A knock sounded on his door, and he walked over to answer it.

Doctor White.

“May I speak with you?”

Charles blinked.

It was...late. He had expected the Omega to be asleep.

“Please come in,” he murmured, opening the door. The Omega doctor quickly slipped in, looking about furtively as he did so.

Huh. That was...odd.

“Can I help you?” Charles asked.

The doctor spun around to face him.

“You must do something.”

Charles blinked.

“I—“

Doctor White grasped him by the arms. There was an air of fatigue about him, and his face was strained in a look of pain.

“I fear for my friend. He is not getting much better, and at his current strength, he will not survive the birthing process. It is impossible.”

The hands on Charles's arms trembled, and Charles moved to hold the man's shoulders, to support that shaking form.

“Doctor,” he whispered. “You are not well. You must rest.”

He moved to help Doctor White over to a chair. The man shook his head and refused to move.

“No,” Doctor White sighed. “It is not rest I need. It is justice and hope. And I fear that I am low on both.”

“You must not give up, Doctor. Your friend will never recover if—“

“He cannot recover anyways.”

Charles's breath caught in his throat. He wanted to deny those words. He wanted to forget that they had ever been spoken, but he could not. The words were horrible, but they had the air of truth to them. His hands tightened convulsively.

“Surely, surely there is still hope?” He whispered.

The good doctor shook his head.

“Birthing can be a tricky and difficult process as it is, even in the best of situations for female Omegas. Our science is not advanced enough to ensure safe delivery all the time. For a male Omega who, for all intents and purposes, already looks and acts a corpse—”

Charles swallowed thickly at those words.

“—I do not have any delusions that Connor would survive it.”

It was said with such finality, and Charles felt despair crawl up his belly. To lose this chance to return home, to perhaps never see his baby boy again...

“There must be something, something we can do,” he urged. “Better food, more medicine, more fresh air—“

“No. We tried all of that. The improvement is minimal, and these days, I fear that I was only imagining it.”

Doctor White sighed.

“We are only treating the minor causes of Connor's illness. The major one remains, and so Connor does not improve.”

The major one. Charles's counterpart himself.

It was now Charles's turn to sigh.

“I do not know what to do about that,” he admitted. “This other Charles is so stubborn, so determined to have his way...”

He paused, suddenly frustrated beyond all measure.

“I do not know what to do to change things,” he finished finally.

The good doctor shiftened underneath his hands.

“When I first agreed to do this, to treat Connor rather than end his pain, you made me a promise.”

That drew a startled look from Charles.

“I—“

The doctor moved to grasp his shoulders.

“You promised me that if this despicable version of you persists in his idiocy, that you would take care of him.”

Charles fidgeted uneasily.

“I—“

“I came here at this time to ask you to keep that promise. Or,” the doctor looked at him archly, “do you sympathize with him? After all, he is you, albeit with a different life. I would not blame you for your loyalty to him.”

It went unsaid that the doctor would consider Charles a man of uncertain morals, who only kept his word for those things that were convenient for him.

“I am not loyal to him,” Charles stressed. “But I have tried to think of a solution, and I do not have one yet. I try to think of what I can do to convince my counterpart of the error of his ways. I try to think what I can do to remove Connor from him. But he is the commander in this land, with friends who back him and resources that I do not have.”

Charles paused and wet his lips.

“Do not forget that I do not actually exist in this world. I am simply a phantom that appeared, that this Charles allowed to be called his cousin. My influence and power here is limited, and I fear there is little I can do if he does not listen. I—“

“Get rid of him.”

Charles blinked. Then he gaped as he understood the meaning of the words.

“You want me to kill him?” He whispered in a frantic whisper.

“I do not see another solution.”

“Killing him is not a solution!”

“Then what would you suggest? You said it yourself, he does not listen to reason and your ability to move against him is limited. He will continue his ways, and things will remain as they were until Connor dies in childbirth. Is this what you want?”

“Of course not, but—“

“So kill him.”

Charles gaped.

This Doctor White was so bloodthirsty and different from his own.

How could this world be so wrong? Doctor White, himself, Mary, so practical and reasonable and normal in his world were all so wrong here. Bloodthirsty, suspicious and paranoid.

Charles wanted to be gone from here.

“It is not so easy to kill such a man as he.”

“But you have experience in that, do you not?” The question was asked archly, and Charles had the sneaking suspicion that the good doctor knew full well his measure.

While he was not quite the monster his counterpart was, he was also no saint.

“It is extreme—“

“This problem needs an extreme solution.”

“It would not be a solution if everyone is out for my head for having killed this world's Charles Lee,” Charles muttered.

Doctor White snorted.

“Is that your concern?”

Charles looked at him angrily.

“I wish to return home to my son, to the remainder of my family. I cannot do that if I am dead.”

The Omega doctor shook his head.

“The solution is so simple, and you truly do not see?”

“See what?”

“Who are you? Who is this person that I am speaking to?”

Charles was confused.

“You know who I am—“

“Humor me.”

Charles shrugged.

“I am Charles Lee of...“

He stopped.

And he understood.

“A way to tie all loose ends, removing my counterpart's influence and power to inflict retaliation should we intercede.”

Doctor White nodded.

“Yes. It solves all our problems. If,” he pointed out sternly, “you can act.”

Charles smirked.

“I need not act. I am Charles Lee, am I not?”

“So you are.”

And so he was.

It was about time he remembered that.

Oooh dying of suspense, and I love how Charles and Dr.White become partners in crime in this. Also love Charle's thoughts regarding Haythams relationship with his son in the FW world, and of course the fear of losing his balls for impregnating Connor LOL

Thanks anon! :)

It seemed logical to me, and I wanted to highlight how very different Doctor White has become due to the atrocities he was forced to witness. Really, MotH! Charles is to blame for all of this, because Doctor White would never push so hard were he not irrevocably changed by witnessing his friend's forced wedding, the slaughter of a number of respected and notable figures, and the beginning of Connor's rape. Add the jeopardy that Connor's life is in and...

:)

I think I'll have to rework updating schedule to once every 2-3 days. Too much stuff to do and too much crap going on.

Re: Finding Connor 23

(Anonymous) - 2013-08-13 03:55 (UTC) - Expand

Finding Connor

Chapter 23

The thought of killing his counterpart did make some part of Charles squirm in discomfort. The man had, after all, not done anything worthy of death (to Charles at least), and it felt unusual plotting against him.

But he did stand between Charles and home, and Charles was ruthless enough to set aside his own discomfort. Doctor White certainly did, and although the man was more firm in his insistence on Charles's counterpart's death, it was quite obvious that he, too, was not fully at ease.

It was nice to see that something of the gentle doctor that Charles knew had remained intact. Some measure of concern for a man who had done him and his far more wrong than Charles had ever thought possible.

Charles shivered and wrapped his coat more securely about himself. He should not be surprised, he knew, from what he saw of the Charles Lee of this universe, but even though he knew the man's measure, even though it had been near two weeks since he learned of the Alpha's trangressions towards this world's Connor and his friends...

Charles never thought himself capable of such atrocity. To be given proof and see it daily was...unsettling.

And to see Doctor White struggling so hard for his friend...it was humbling.

Had he struggled so hard for his wife? Had he struggled so hard for his family?

“What about poison? I know of many substances that would cause an averse affect similar to a disease...”

Charles shook his head.

“How will we explain away the fact that no one else got sick? And is not poison too obvious? Mary and Ronald would likely call Doctor Davies back, and I guarantee you, he would know.”

The Templar Doctor had gone away, likely to report on these strange circumstances to the Haytham Kenway of this world.

Charles shuddered again. While he had the utmost respect for Master Kenway, he knew how ruthless his mentor could be. That he was not incarcerated and kept careful watch over meant that they did not yet suspect him of anything nefarious.

And how could he do anything while imprisoned?

“And if I just stab him and hide the body?”

It was Doctor White's turn to shake his head.

“And how will you explain his disappearance? The servants will likely be suspicious of you, especially since you look so similar to him.”

Charles considered that.

“If I learn his habits? From what I see, they are not so different than mine.”

“No, because you cannot hope to learn all his history, all the changes between your timeline and his. If you arouse the servants' suspicions, they will test you, and you cannot afford that. You need to make him disappear in a way that is natural.”

“Natural,” Charles murmured to himself.

This was all giving him a headache. Normally, when he needed someone to disappear, he ordered one of the lower ranks to remove the problem and, if necessary, he would explain it all away.

It was partly why his brothers in the Templar Order said that he had a silver tongue.

“An accident, perhaps?” Doctor White theorized. “Does he enjoy any activity that may be dangerous?”

Charles scoffed.

“Too convenient. The servants are already suspicious of me, and I am sure that they would find it odd that my counterpart only had a fatal accident while I was around, and not during the other many, many years of his life.”

Barring those ridiculous days chasing after Master Kenway on top of roofs and nearly falling and splitting his head open, Charles had always had uncanny good luck and the same seemed to be true for his counterpart.

Honestly, Charles did not even truly want to kill him. If only he would just leave on vacation or something and never come back...

He straightened from where he slouched in his chair then.

“Or I could just leave.”

Doctor White looked alarmed at that.

“If you even think of leaving me to this travesty, of leaving Connor to this, then I—“

Charles impatiently shook his head.

“No, no, not that. I meant a send-off. Where I will leave and, because my counterpart is a paranoid bastard, he will follow me to make sure I truly go.”

A glimmer of understanding entered Doctor White's eyes.

“Ah,” he murmured. “You plan to lure him away under the pretense of leaving. Kill him when the opportunity comes and—“

“—return here in his place.”

Doctor White looked thoughtful.

“There would be no suspicions then because only one of you is supposed to return.”

He then looked at Charles archly.

“Provided you make no mistakes.”

Charles shook his head.

“As much as it pains me, we are very alike in mannerisms and attitudes. It is only the way he treats his wife and you that truly sets us apart.”

Doctor White sighed.

“We shall have to feign that then. It would be strange if he suddenly started being cordial to me.”

Charles shrugged.

“I will pretend you are one of my enemies. It should help with the mindset.”

Doctor White suddenly seemed to think of something.

“But the servants...will they not expect you to bed Connor?”

Charles stilled at that. His mouthed worked, but no sound came out.

“They see him visit Connor nightly, and they are the ones responsible for dressing Connor. They would notice the lack of bruises.”

Charles reddened, remembering the finger-sized bruises on Connor's hips. Such lovely skin marred by such ghastly purple.

“And it's not as if you could take the monster's place in this. It would make his demise utterly pointless. And I would kill you.”

“There is also the fact that I would not cheat on my wife,” Charles muttered.

Really, he would not. He meant it when he said the Connors were not the same. He would not betray his own with this one, no matter how alike they looked.

“Good. That means I won't have to kill you.”

Charles wasn't sure whether he was relieved at the Omega's protectiveness over his friend or unnerved by the matter-of-fact tone the doctor used.

“Thanks,” he settled on saying.

The good doctor waved it off.

“I see now way around it. You'll just have to deliberately bruise him.”

Charles nodded unhappily. He had no desire to hurt the convalescent Omega, but if it meant keeping them all safe and letting Charles return home without breaking his commitment to his Connor...

“The only thing left then,” Charles whispered, “is the when.”

Doctor White looked slyly at him.

“Why, the end of this week of course.”

Charles blinked.

“Why the end of the week?”

“It is Connor's birthing day. It would be a fitting present.”

Ah...

“The end of the week it is.”

Heh, again love the scheming going on. Apart of me was worried how they were going to pull it off what with the servants in the household knowing about their master's identical cousin, and now Haytham knows it as well thanks to Davies.

Once again I <3 Charles' devotion to his own Omega... because it's not technically cheating on your spouse if your spouse is already dead. Can't wait to see how moth!Connor and FW!Charles react to one another.

Re: Finding Connor 24

(Anonymous) - 2013-08-16 03:58 (UTC) - Expand

Finding Connor

Chapter 24

Charles had been afraid. A plan like that, even one so much simpler than his usual plans...

Well, there was a reason that he had gained a short patience. His plans rarely worked out the way he wanted them to, and it took many failed attempts for him to learn the hard lesson that complexity was simply inviting disaster.

And so he waited and dreaded his counterpart discovering their plot. Or the servants overhearing them working out the details. Or even this world's Haytham Kenway deciding to eliminate the unknown element in this world and terminate his presence.

He was not afraid to say that these fears kept him up at night, and he often found restless strolls to be somewhat comforting, even as they gave him even more time to ponder what could go wrong.

Damn his ever-thinking mind! Would that he were able to turn off his thoughts as the likes of Hickey could do. It was a very useful trait, and certainly his fretting was not helping any. Even Doctor White had noted it and warned him that the chances of his having a mishap were all the greater for his ceaseless anxiety.

If only he could take such advice. Alas, his mind was not so easily stopped, and with his memory of his failure with his wife so clear in his mind, he found sleep difficult.

One day turned into two, and then two into three. And soon, he declared that he would leave to seek his fortune.

As expected, the servants looked relieved, though no less wary. Doctor Davies did not seem to suspect a thing, but his counterpart...

The man was clearly suspicious, but was cuaght between a desire to see Charles leave and a distrust of Charles's intent. It was exactly as Charles and Doctor White had hoped. Caught between the two sentiments, the other Charles ended up voicing nothing at all and instead made arrangements to see Charels off.

It was as Charles had planned. It was a vital part of the plan, and Charles should be feeling rather triumpahnt that his plan had nearly come to fruition with minimal effort on his part.

And he would be, under any other circumstances.

But...

Charles shifted atop his horse and glanced at his companion. His counterpart had done him no real wrong. Nothing like what the man had done to his own wife. For Charles to be killing him still felt rather disgusting to Charles.

Surely, Charles thought. Surely there must be a way to resolve all this without the unnecessary bloodshed.

Ah, but he had made the promise to Doctor White, that he would do everything in his power to make things right and give this world's Connor the best chance at life at this point. And while Charles was not so foolish as to believe it unthinkable to ever break a promise, he was not sort to break them easily.

Promises were not forever. They could be broken and often were with impunity. But Charles was a man of his word, and he tried, at least, to keep as many as possible. Within reason.

But he did not revel in the sight of mindless killing or blood either, and that he had to erase his own double in this world...

That definitely felt uncanny somehow.

Perhaps if he tried again to get his counterpart to understand the part he played in his wife's ailment, if he tried harder to influence the other Charles...

Yes. He didn't really try hard enough. He needed to do more, so that he could return home without effectively killing himself.

It would be for the best. If the Connor of this world woke, what then? His land was seized in the name of the Charles of this world. His monies and properties were confiscated and added to his husband's property. He had survived before, or so Doctor White had informed Charles, but that was largely due to the generosity of Achilles Davenport. The man had raised Connor, give him food and lodging and taught him skills. That initial help from Achilles was enough to make a successful businessman out of Connor.

Charles's lips curled.

And an Assassin, yet another trade that Connor earned somewhat of a living on. But both these avenues were now closed to the Omega and unlike before, there was no more Achilles Davenport to bequeath properties and a living onto him.

Keeping the other Charles alive would enable the Connor of this world to survive.

And the servants! Surely they would be devastated if their master disappeared as Charles was likely to do once this world's Connor woke. It would be best for Mary and Ronald and all the others if he did not kill his counterpart. They needed their master, needed his employment and needed his use of their services. It was all they had known for a very long time, and while Charles did not doubt that Mary and Ronald could find work with little difficulty, he did worry about the other servants.

Their skills were rather simple, something that most indentured servants fresh off the boats could do. And unlike those indentured servants, they were freemen and freewomen and thus would require a higher salary than those indentured servants. In this day and age, they could not hope to compete against them.

Which meant the master of the house had to stay alive. If Charles Lee disappeared from this world...

The consequences would be disastrous. And Charles planned to disappear, to return to his own world.

He shot another glance at his companion, still watching him warily.

That meant he could not kill his counterpart.

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