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NON-FW - Shattered AU - Frostbite - Apple of Eden (alt. end ) 34
(Anonymous) 2014-02-05 07:29 am (UTC)(link)With Haytham and Charles, the stories go on for hours until a few hours before dawn when the young Alpha can no longer stop himself from nodding off. Gently, Connor wraps his arms around the small body of his son. He hopes his Alpha does not mind too much about postponing their nightly activities to make up for leaving their son alone the other night. The Omega does not have a chance to apologize, without realizing it, Connor falls asleep right after.
----
He dreams of his son's birthday party. Not the previous one that he had spied on many months ago, but one that might take place in the future. It was sunny and warm outside, where Haytham and his friends played, while the adults mingled in doors. The group of Alphas are discussing business and politics, while the Omegas chatter on about stories of their children and silly gossip.
Although he is welcomed by both social circles, Connor politely excuses himself from the guests and heads outside, where he sits in a comfortable chair underneath the shade. He smiles serenely as he watches his son - who is a little older and no longer so shy - play with his friends, both human and animal alike. Their joyous laughter fills the air, and it warms him much as the son's rays do.
Connor smiles as his bright eyes lock onto his own. Immediately the little boy is running towards him, joined by a large turkey and a small Pomeranian pup on either side. His son rushes forward excitedly, says something about winning a game, while he smiles back fondly.
One of Haytham's little friends calls out to the birthday boy, and with a gentle nudge, Connor urges his son to go play. Haytham turns to go, but not before giving him a kiss on the cheek and a short caress upon his mother's swollen belly. Already, his little son was a protective older brother.
As Haytham leaves to join his friends in a game of hide and seek, Connor sighs in content as large arms slide around him. He smiles as he feels gentle kisses rain down upon him. The Omega chuckles, reminding his husband that there were children present, but Charles does not cease until he kisses him fully upon the lips.
Such a sweet dream... but one Connor hoped would be real someday.
----
It was a bit disheartening to wake up alone, but it could not be helped as it was already past mid-morning. Miss Emma had explained, as he ate his breakfast, that the King had to attend court (the Omega wondered if many were displeased with Charles' lack of attendance) while Haytham had his lessons.
Connor spent the long hours of solitude, reading in bed. He had been intrigued when Shirley had mentioned a library, and asked if she would select a few books for him. Under Achilles' tutelage, the young Omega became an avid reader and devoured books whenever he had the time. Reading provided a good distraction, especially during his heat, when he had been too inexperienced and ashamed of pleasuring himself near others.
But upon Shirley's third trip back, he suddenly felt guilty. It had taken her some time to find a text that he had asked for, as the teenage Omega girl admitted that she wasn't knowledgeable when it came to literature and could barely read herself. Connor also remembered that the young maid most likely had other duties to attend to, and he was most likely holding her up.
Perhaps it was best if he went to this library himself. There, he could read what he wanted and as much as he wanted, without being a burden to anyone. Besides... it was not as if he were confined to the bedroom, and some walking around would do his body some good.
After a light dinner, he changed into some decent attire, before heading towards the library Shirley spoke of. It took some time to get to his destination, for his legs had felt a little stiff at first, and would not carry him as fast as he wanted. Also, he did not know his way around the palace and had gotten lost (as well as a few curious looks from the servants) a few times.
Eventually, he arrived at the library which had taken him longer than he would have liked. But his annoyance with himself was short-lived, as the Omega marveled at the tall book shelves that lined the walls.
Oh, he could definitely spend a few hours or even the whole day in here. After selecting a few titles from the shelves that he had remembered reading back at the Davenport Homestead, that is exactly what he did.
----
Connor was not sure when he drifted off, but the sofa was so comfortable, and the sunlight that filtered in through the high windows were just too warm. He could have slept there for several more hours, had it not been the murmur of voices in the room. Suddenly, his Assassin training took hold of him, and Connor was immediately awake before opening his eyes.
"I must commend you and General Binns on your success, Nicholas..."
The Omega relaxed upon recognizing the familiar voice of his husband-to-be. His eyes slowly fluttered open to see a group of men standing about. They had apparently had entered from a secret passage, that was closed when one of the book-shelves swung back to its place against the wall.
How interesting... the secret door reminded Connor very much of the one back at the old manor.
"We were lucky to catch the enemy unaware," Admiral Biddle began to explain. "If it wasn't for our new recruits here, we would have lost more than just a few men in the operation."
The Templar Spy Master made a gesture towards three proud looking individuals, that suddenly made Connor sit up in interest. His eyes focused on Doctor Benjamin Franklin for a moment, then towards Fillian McCarthy and Emily Burke. It was strange seeing them wearing guard uniforms, but stranger still when all three bowed reverently to Charles before being dismissed.
"That is a relief to know," Charles commented, "my Omega will be most pleased with the news once I tell him."
Connor perked at this, as he sat up upon the sofa.
"Tell me what?"
Companion Piece to Apple of Eden (34)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-06 12:55 am (UTC)(link)When Charles awoke the next morning, he swiftly disentangled himself from his slumbering Omega and tiptoed his way to the door. Once there, he quietly called for a palace servant and ordered that strong black tea be brought to him with his breakfast.
Binns and Biddle were already waiting for him at the breakfast table, though Charles did not bid them a good morn until after he had several cups of strong and potent tea.
"Late night?" Biddle waggled his eyebrows at him.
"Shut it you insufferable man," Charles grumbled.
He wasn't quite awake yet, but he will be. Just a few more cups...
"You know, coffee is much stronger and would actually rouse you enough so that we can discuss strategy," Binns chimed in.
Charles made a face.
He was a tea man. Coffee was vile.
"I wager even coffee might not be enough. If I had an Omega as toothsome as his, you'd need to serve me barrels of the stuff before I could string a coherent sentence together."
"Do keep your lecherous thoughts to yourself, my good Alpha. Some of us would rather not have debauchery on our thoughts so early in the morning."
"Just because you are far past your prime and wouldn't know a pretty Omega if it shimmied naked onto your lap--"
"Really Nicholas! This is hardly the time for such talk. And I would mind how you refer to Charles' fiance. Just because he's not quite awake yet does not mean he won't remember this when he is."
"Quite right," Charles drawled. He licked the last drop of tea from his lips and watched in satisfaction as Biddle paled.
"Now then, today we are to eliminate the Assassin threat and, potentially, gain a few...recruits."
Charles smiled a shark's smile.
"General Binns, are your men ready?"
"They have gathered near the locations we were told, in plainclothes as ordered. They are ready for the ambush."
Good.
Charles turned to Biddle.
"Admiral," he barked. "Have you blocked off all routes of escape? I want no one from England or that wretched France to catch wind of this until it is complete. We must consolidate our power here and crush all opposition before anyone is any the wiser."
Biddle sobered immediately at the question.
"The inspectors are working double-time stalling anyone trying to leave, sir. We came up with a story about counterfeit goods to justify the extra searches and lengthened inspection time. Franklin reported that they had not been planning to leave for near another fortnight so they ought not suspect anything."
Excellent.
"And the new...recruits?"
"They have volunteered to come along. Franklin will stay in the back, of course, as the man is old and feeble. But we will need his help with a few of the gadgets he has constructed for us."
"Gadgets?" Charles asked.
"The smoke-bombs that he copied off the Assassins," Binns clarified.
"Ah of course."
"They have been tested as well as we were able to in so short a time, and they are reliable as far as we are able to discern."
"And the other two will be joining in the attack, I assume?"
Binns nodded.
"Yes, they proved very skilled, especially the Omega sharpshooter."
Binns shook his head.
"To see a female Omega so skilled in the art of warfare...I admit I am very surprised."
Charles frowned.
"You do not think she will be a liability?"
Binns shook his head.
"The opposite. I would like some of the Alpha boys to train with her after all this is over."
Charles hid a smile behind his cup.
It looked like his Omega was just as talented as ever in attracting skilled assets and helping them reach their full potential, much like his father before him.
"What of the roles they will be in?"
Binns nodded and drew ought a scroll. With a flick of his wrist, he opened the roll of paper and held it down on the table to be viewed.
It was a map of the Assassin's hideout, as drawn by their newest recruits.
"The lady sharpshooter has been outfitted with sleeping darts. She will target as many Assassins in the room as possible provided they are located here, here and here."
The Alpha pointed to several locations on the map.
"These are open to targeting from long distance, and she will take care of any Assassins that lie in those areas. The remaining Assassins will likely run until they can recoup. The boy knows all of the escape routes, and he will lead a team to block the primary one, while Admiral Biddle and I each head a team to cover the others."
The older Alpha's hand trailed along several corridors.
"Each team has three separate marksmen, outfitted with smoke-bombs and sleeping darts. We also laced all our weapons with nerve poison and the like. We should be able to capture all the Assassins, alive."
Charles nodded.
"I will be at court, as usual, but send me word as soon as you arrive back. Take a scout with you to send me word if anything goes awry. It is not so far away that I cannot come with reinforcements."
"God permitting, that will be unnecessary," Binns murmured.
"We must also have contingencies in case our plan does not work out," Charles cautioned.
"Of course."
Charles nodded.
"Then, godspeed."
They stood up to leave. Right as Biddle was about to walk out the door, Charles called out to him.
"We will need to have a talk," he said mildly, "about how your eyes continue to linger upon my bride."
He smiled when Biddle rushed out in a hurry.
----
Charles shifted uncomfortably upon his throne, waiting for news--any news--to reach him.
Had the operation gone as it ought to have? Were the backups necessary? Did any of the Assassins escape and should Charles expect a future attack on his family, on his bride?
It was all Charles could do to remain seated on the throne, and the hours felt like molasses to him, slow and sticky and nearly unmoving.
So when he saw the scout ran towards him, out of breath, he leapt off his throne and called for an early end. Ignoring the angry mumbling, he grabbed the out-of-breath Alpha and demanded the story.
"Operation success," the man gasped.
Oh thank the Lord.
Charles felt the tension leave his body, and he could have just melted into the floor.
"My Lords await you, Your Majesty," the man gasped.
"Good, my man," Charles nodded. He dropped a gold piece into the scout's hand. "For a task well done."
And then he ran off towards the holding rooms in the hidden dungeons, his hand already reaching for the Apple at his waist.
He could not wait to eliminate his threat.
Perhaps he would even allow the captives to greet their old mentor...after they were converted, of course. It would be a present to his Connor, an appreciation for how good the Omega had been to him.
He did so like delighting his bride.
----
The Assassins were awake when he walked up to their cells, and they were not happy.
"You dog," the wounded hook-handed one spat.
Charles merely lifted an eyebrow at that.
"Weak," he declared. "My bride is much better at insulting me--are you sure you are one of his students?"
The man looked as if he wanted to lunge at him, but his comrades held him back, pointing out his injury and how they were still behind bars.
Ah, pragmatism. Charles could definitely use some of that in his forces.
"And what do you know of our mentor?" another cried. "He'll never be yours!"
"Oh?" Charles murmured in nonchalance. "And why might that be?"
"He's run off already," the hook-handed Alpha declared.
Charles snorted. So it seemed they did not yet know their mentor was already in Charles' grasp. How...cute...that they were trying to bluff!
"Really?"
"Yes."
"How very odd. I was just enjoying him last night--"
Cries of outrage fill the room.
"--and he seems so taken with having me inside of him. I truly cannot fathom why he would ever consider running."
"Monster!" The hook-handed Alpha spat.
"You may think that for now," Charles mocked.
His wounded enemy stiffened.
"So it wasn't my imagination," the Alpha murmured.
Another Assassin shook her head and sobbed. "Fillian...Emily...What did you do to them?"
Charles smirked. "They are more enlightened now than they have ever been. And they are happening serving my bride, just in a different way than they used to."
"They are Assassins!" The hook-handed Alpha cried. "They serve no one, only aid and help each other as brothers ought!"
"Well, now they have learned to serve. As you will."
Another one of the Assassins threw herself at the bars.
"What did you do to them? What did you do to Connor?!"
Charles smiled.
It wasn't a nice smile.
He slowly held the Apple up for them to see.
"They are mine. He is mine. And you, too, shall be mine."
With a single thought, bright golden light flared...and Charles took hold of all the rich potential his bride had trained.
Afterwards, when the former Assassins had each sworn loyalty to Charles, and Charles had assigned them tasks or, with the hook-handed Alpha, sent to the infirmary, Charles went to the back room to speak with Binns and Biddle.
He found the two Alphas with the new recruits and Franklin.
Excellent. They could all debrief.
"A most excellent performance gentleman," he congratulated the two Alphas.
"Thank you," Binns murmured.
Biddle still looked to be avoiding his gaze as much as possible.
Ah, so the Alpha could learn.
Good.
Perhaps he'd learn some decorum around Charles' Omega.
Charles nodded towards the exit to the library.
"Walk with me, gentlemen," he commanded.
"So..." Charles began as they ascended the stairs, "how many did we lose?"
"Three," Binns said sadly.
Charles raised a brow at that.
"So few?"
"Yes," the other Alpha nodded. "The Assassins managed to evade some of my men, and that made things harder than we'd anticipated. However, we did succeed in our goals, and no Assassin escaped. According to our new recruits, they are all accounted for."
Ah, good.
"I also received news from the docks," Biddle muttered. "We captured the contacts of the Assassins and felled the entire Assassin network. They are being brought in as we speak, but my men tell me that they are just merchants and seamen, for the most part."
"Network?"
This was troubling.
Biddle nodded.
"Aye, it was how the Assassins had been planning on falling back to France. One of those contacts was supposed to spirit your Omega away."
Charles' lips thinned in anger at that thought.
"But they are all captured now. My men noticed suspicious activity when they were playing out the ruse of counterfeit goods, and we have caught them all."
This was good news.
This was great news!
It was even enough for Charles to forgive Biddle his earlier statements.
Barely.
"Then I must commend you and General Binns on your success, Nicholas."
Biddle pinked.
"We were lucky to catch the enemy unaware. If it wasn't for the new recruits, we would have lost more than just a few men in the operation."
Charles turned to regard his earlier acquisitions, who stood proudly at attention.
Truly, most excellent acquisitions.
"That is a relief to know. My Omega will be most pleased with the news once I tell him."
"Tell me what?"
And Charles whirled around to see his lovely Omega lounged on the sofa right at the hidden entrance to the library.
"My dear," Charles said only just managing to hide the sheer surprise in his voice. "I was truly not expecting you here."
His Connor smiled, amber eyes molten in the orange light of the setting sun.
"Well, then," the Omega stood up and languidly wrapped his arms around Charles' shoulders. "I should surprise you more often."
And he laid a deep kiss onto Charles' lips.
"Oh yes," Charles murmured when they separated. "You should."
Re: Companion Piece to Apple of Eden (34)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-06 03:04 am (UTC)(link)Re: NON-FW - Shattered AU - Frostbite - Apple of Eden (alt. end ) 34
(Anonymous) 2014-02-06 12:56 am (UTC)(link)I do love that little bit at the end. Connor loves to turn up in unexpected places and keeps Charles on his toes!