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[(Anonymous)]

At this point, my biggest hope is that no one will see this, but that this was left unfinished just bothered me endlessly. Here’s an ending. I have so many mixed feelings about it.

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He's here. Right in front of him. Charles Lee, the murderer of his mother and the new leader of the Templars.

If he was anyone else, Connor might let himself be moved by the too obvious grief the man displays at the idea of his father's death, but this is Lee. He deserves everything he feels right now and more. He's never been this open or this vulnerable before. This is his chance.

Maybe a frontal attack wasn’t the best move. He’s quickly arrested by the guards and brought to Lee. He can’t fight back without endangering the civilians surrounding him, but submitting in front of Lee of all people leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

The man is devastated. His first words to the presumed murderer of his… leader? friend? whoever Haytham was to Lee betray how close they were, how much Lee cared. That affection obviously was returned, Haytham’s last act having been protecting Lee. How like Haytham to make sure Connor’s plan be thwarted even if everything goes wrong for him. It’s not like he ever showed such attention to Connor, who’s not envious. At all.

Even when threatening Connor’s loved ones and his life, one can hear how affected Lee is. Maybe too affected. Connor knows quite well how omegas are judged by the alphas around them. Such a display of irrationality will only urge his fellow Templars to overthrow him. He’ll be considered too weak, too emotive. Postponing his death for personal reasons and having him guarded only by a few guards until an undefined moment in the future doesn’t exactly demonstrate well-planned leadership and control.

Not his business. It only makes escape easier.

Finding more clues about Lee’s current location is child’s play with so many of his soldiers spread around, as if they’d been left there for him to find. They lead him to the ship. Now, he only has to wait two days until Lee comes out of hiding once again. The chase goes on.

At least he can console himself with the knowledge that his long-term plan went off without a hitch. With Lee out of hiding and Haytham safely tucked away at the Homestead, things are going his way.

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He tried to reach Charles before the end of his own funeral, and how strange witnessing this would have been, but he left the Homestead quite a bit after Connor and had to take care not to be discovered, and thus arrived too late. All his allies have already departed, but Haytham didn’t get where he is today by letting circumstances stop him. He is, or, to be exact, he was the leader of the Order, and he knows Charles better than anyone. It takes him a few hours, but he finds Charles holed up in one of the lesser known outposts of the Order, a small isolated house in the northern part of New York, nursing a bottle of substandard rum.

He’s predictably wrecked. Poor Charles was always too attached to him.

“Charles.”

Charles turns his head in his direction, snorts, and goes back to his bottle.

“Charles !”

“Shut up ! Neither hallucinations nor the dead talk !”

“How glorious ! This must means I’m real and living, doesn’t it !”

Charles blinks. “Haytham ?”

“Yes, that would be me.”

“You’re dead.”

“Obviously not. You’ve been bested, my friend. The Assassin faked my death, but I assure you I’m alive and well.”

Charles rises, stumbles toward him and raises his hand to caress his cheek. His eyes widen as he feels the warmth beneath his fingers. “Haytham.”

Haytham ends up trying to soothe an overwhelmed omega back to his senses. He can’t work with Charles when he’s like this.

Somehow, what should be familiar feels strange, wrong. He’s had Charles’ frame nested against his so many times; done this, or something similar, so often it should be second nature, but today it leaves him uncomfortable. He has to fight the urge to push him off. He shouldn’t be the one here.

Damn it.

Once Charles is pacified, Haytham enquires about the state of the Order and of their plans. Charles assures him everything is going smoothly. The transition of power wasn’t as rough as Haytham feared. It was common knowledge that Haytham had been grooming Charles as his successor. The few that opposed him were apparently dealt with without too much trouble. Reassured, Haytham gently removes himself from the embrace and bids him farewell. Or tries to.

“You’re leaving ?”

“I must.” Why? “Everyone thinks me dead. My reappearance would only cause chaos and discord.” Nothing that couldn’t be controlled. “You can take care of things. I believe in you.” He does. “I’ll contact you again if,” If, not when. “I need to, but I must take care of the problem of the Assassin before he ruins us.“ You. Me.

“Haytham, be reasonable ! He almost killed you ! You were gone for weeks ! Stay. We’ll dispose of him together.”

“Them. The Brotherhood is growing. We have to find out just how wide their reach is before open warfare starts. We can’t afford to risk everything we worked for because of … my son.” my omega. Connor.

“There is no changing your mind, isn’t it ? Never has Master Kenway not go after something he wanted, consequences be damned.” So much bitterness in Charles’ voice; it startles Haytham. Charles takes a deep breath. “I know I can’t change your mind. I never could.” Haytham opens his mouth, but Charles cuts him off. “I won’t even try. Just. Please. Come back safely.”

Haytham rarely finds himself without words, but at the moment, they have all deserted him.

“Goodbye Charles.”

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Next on the list : find Connor. He’ll be looking for Charles, and if Haytham himself isn’t at the head of the Templars, he has to make sure their leader will be safe. Their plans can’t unfold without a Templar at the head of the country.

That shouldn’t be too hard. He has to be in the city still. Haytham just has to follow the pull linking him to Connor, almost undetectable now but getting stronger by the moment as he closes on his son.

It has been a while since they’ve been alone, or at the very least without the interference of Connor’s posse. Despite spending what seemed like an eternity of days in Connor’s territory, they barely saw each others, both preferring solitude while tending to their wound and, quite frankly, neither of them eager to reveal more than necessary to bystanders. They were close enough for their purpose.

Ah, there he is, approaching in the distance. Bruised, battered and soaking wet, Connor has seen better days. It’s no surprise that a scowl mars his face, but then again, when doesn’t it? "So, I take it your search hasn’t being successful ?"

"I highly suggest you do not try me right now. What are you doing here ! If you dared hurt any of my friends, you won’t leave this place alive this time, I swear it."

"As if I even needed to attack those spectacularly inept novices. They probably didn’t even realize I left. But that’s not important right now. Did you manage to find Charles ? You probably did, even you should be able to discover a public funeral. How is he ?" It’s better that Connor doesn’t find out that they already met. Also, antagonizing Connor is always both easy and quite entertaining.

Connor snarls, but answers. He'd hate himself if he grasped just how often he obeys Haytham’s orders without question. "If you rely on him to carry your legacy, you’re out of luck. The man can barely control himself; he’ll never control your beloved Order. One would think he’s the one who just lost his alpha. I’ll be surprised if rumours of just how exactly he got his position aren’t flying everywhere by now."

"Of course there are. He’s an omega in a position of power. Most alphas find such a reason much more plausible than the idea that they’ve been bested by someone they consider inherently inferior. You yourself should know a thing or two about that." Connor doesn’t have to know that those rumours have been around for much longer, or that he was bedding Charles. Haytham isn’t stupid enough to promote someone just because he’s sleeping with them, and so those rumours are meaningless. Haytham only took Charles to bed after he had joined the Order; only after he was sure that Charles wasn’t planning to use him or felt coerced in any ways. He came willingly, and that was all there was to it. ”Where is he ?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know ? After all those hours? How spectacularly inept. This is my fault; I allowed myself to expect something from you.”

“I know where he’ll be in two days.”

“So we have to wait until then. Oh well, it’s not like wasting my time all day will change much to my current routine. Let’s find accommodations.”

Connor doesn’t seem to respond well to his suggestion. Such a sensitive boy. “Just like this ? You appear, having escaped my custody, and expect me to roll over and do as you say ? Maybe you should have stayed in bed; your wits are still addled.”

“Do you have a better plan ? A concrete proposal to make ? God knows I can’t stop you from speaking your mind. You complain and grumble constantly, and yet, you abdicate. When did I force you to do something you didn’t want ? When did I take the ability to make your own choices from you ? Are you so weak-willed that I must take responsibility for your actions ? You can follow me; you can leave; you can attack me right here in the streets. But you can’t blame me for the path you choose.”

Silence is his answer, and after that, it’s to be expected. That is a lot more than he intended to say, and definitively a lot more than Connor needed to hear.

Haytham didn’t realise how Connor’s omnipresent blaming and disapproval weighted on him. This surprises him; Haytham prides himself on knowing his own heart and mind perfectly.

“How nice it must be for you. Not having to deal with those impulses wrecking havoc with your reasoning. Your mind is always your own.”

If only. “You’re an assassin. You decided to become one and so you became one. It is not exactly a typical path for an omega, but you chose it. So did others before you. There are omegas who chose to join the army, or to enter politics. None succeed when they start blaming their failure on their nature. They work with it. So should you.” Haytham can see Connor open his mouth. This will degenerate. Haytham doesn’t think he can handle it right now. “Also, if you need to know, impulses are hard to handle for us too.” These were all the weaknesses Haytham is going to expose tonight. Enough.

Connor chooses now to become perceptive. He understood his admission as what it was. The fight leaves him.

Silence falls between them. It isn’t awkward, just present.

It takes a few steps for Haytham to admit to himself he’s literally dragging Connor toward accommodations by holding his hand, and that Connor allowed it. It was one of those impulses they just fought about, the unconscious need to touch imposed by both their nature and their bond.

It is comforting to feel Connor so close. Their joined hands are so different from every other touch they shared, always violent if not always harmful.

Being here, with Connor, even after they argued, even if they don’t fit, it feels like belonging. It is what’s missing between him and Charles, what’s missing between him and everyone else.

He wishes he didn’t know.

He wishes he hadn’t know.

______________________

If Connor didn’t tell Haytham where Lee was, it was by design. Lee must die, no matter what. Haytham will never approve, but Connor doesn’t require his approval. Assassins are familiar with many drugs, and Haytham forever underestimates him. Slipping him a soporific is child’s play. It’s not enough of an attack for the bond to impede him. He leaves Haytham’s sleeping body in their room and departs for the Green Dragon.

The man is not there, but his lackey is. Finding out where he really is isn’t a hardship. Though, why is Lee leaving the country ? Shouldn’t he stay here, leading the Order ?

Lee’s future plans don’t matter. Dead men don’t have a future.

The fool runs the moment he spots him. Connor doesn’t care. He’s only delaying the inevitable. He pursues him through the city and a burning ship until the scaffolds crumble under them.

Lee recovers before him. He seems better than during the funeral. More settled. “What did you do to him ?”

What. “Who ?”

“Haytham. I know you held him. He’s different.”

That bastard. He went to Lee.

But he didn’t tell him about Connor. “Nothing that will matter to you now.” He shoots. He passes out.

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When he wakes up, Lee is nowhere to be found. He gathers his strength. He follows his trail, all the way to the inn.

He’s exhausted, but Lee is dying. He won.

There is a strange kind of surrender in Lee’s eyes when he passes the bottle, no fight left in him when Connor stabs him and ends his life.

When it’s over, it still doesn’t feel like a victory.

______________________


To say that Haytham is angry when Connor comes back to their room would be too much of an understatement. He’s raging. Connor can tell. Others might not. He looks perfectly in control of himself.

When he speaks, his voice is like marble : smooth and cold. “He’s dead, isn’t he.”

“Yes.”

“Where is he ?”

“I don’t know. Someone probably disposed of his body by now.”

Haytham’s hands curl into fists; loosen; tighten. It’s like he doesn’t know what to do with them. Connor will help him with that. “Hit me.”

“Excuse me ?”

“Hit me. I killed him. Left his body to rot. He might not even get a decent burial. Do it.” He’s quite aware that he’s looking for the fight he didn’t get. Aggression is still running through him (it wouldn’t in a good omega). Lee’s death was too anticlimactic. He needs release.

Haytham refuses him, as he always does. “No.”

“Why not ! You cared about him, more than you ever did about me. Are you not going to avenge him ?”

Haytham’s rigid frame slackens and slumps. Something is… wrong. “Why ? He’s dead. You spent your whole life looking for revenge. It led you here, so unsatisfied that you’re already looking for an enemy to replace him.”

That leaves him cold. “I…”

“We don’t have to fight anymore. My ambitions as a Templar are over. You eliminated all my allies. Charles can’t lead this country; Washington will take over. The Templars will continue no matter what, but without me. I lost.”

Connor was prepared for Haytham’s anger, his sadness, his distrust or even his hatred. This total surrender leaves him helpless.

Haytham isn’t done. “You’re also wrong about Charles. I liked him, but I should have cared about him more. It was common knowledge that he desired me to be his alpha. It was less known that we were sleeping together. But I could never be what he wanted me to be. I didn’t need to; he gave me everything while I had to give nothing back. Would that the two of us be this easy.”

Connor moves before he can stop himself. His bondmate is hurt. He was never faced with this before. Haytham never let himself be this vulnerable in front of him. He hugs Haytham, his face buried in his neck. It’s strange. unusual. perfect.

He can’t see them, but Haytham’s hands fumble around his waist before settling, fingers twisting in the fabric.

Connor’s voice rises against his conscious will, softly. “I am also done. My goals have been reached. We will find a way.”

Haytham snorts. “I sincerely doubt it.”

Connor smiles, hidden. Haytham not trusting him is the most normal thing to happen tonight. “Maybe you’re right. We’ll find out.”

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[(Anonymous)]

Oh, oh, oh. I had to admit i have forgotten about this piece. It's very rare nowadays for haytham/connor fics and i do miss them a lot. I really thank you for you to finish this, anon. Appreaciate it deeply :-)