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Washington/Connor, Haytham - Part 7 of ?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-21 05:28 am (UTC)(link)Connor was sitting on the docks with one leg pulled up to his chest and the other dangling over the edge. He wasn't alone. Duncan smiled in amusement as the stray dog Connor had been petting began to nuzzle him affectionately, and hard enough to nearly cause the assassin to lose his balance. Only a strong grip on the docks kept Connor from falling into the frigid waters below. The whole scene was too comical and adorable not to chuckle at.
"Hello Duncan," Connor greeted without looking up as he approached. "How did your mission go?"
"Well enough." The Irish assassin recruit moves to take a seat next to his friend and leader before pulling out a strip of dried meat to give to Connor's canine companion. "What about you, lad? I thought you'd be at Valley Forge helping out ol' Georgie."
Connor shifted a little while scratching the stray behind the ears. "I am assisting him. Just not on the battlefield this time."
As the leader of their pack began to explain the details of hunting down the Templar surgeon, Benjamin Church; Duncan couldn't help but sense that Connor was leaving something vital out. Connor had partnered up with someone outside their Brotherhood but was hesitant speaking about whoever it was and was clearly uncertain if this person could be trusted. Normally he wouldn't pry; but out of the pack, Duncan saw Connor more like a younger brother who had something he wanted to get off his chest.
"So this temporary partner of yours..." Duncan began as the gears started turning in his head, "is it your Dah?"
Connor flinched but did not answer. Got it right on the first try. The Priest frowned.
"You can't trust that man! He'll stab you in the back the moment you're not of any use to him," he protested.
It may have been brief, but Duncan Little still remembers meeting Haytham Kenway all those years ago back at the Opera House in London. He remembers his uncle's lifeless body and how grim reaper himself stared back at him with cold soulless eyes, while gesturing for his silence. Many times, Duncan wonders, what would have happened had he the courage to scream back then. Perhaps Haytham could have been apprehended and the Assassins wouldn't have been purged out of America. Most likely, he would have just been another causality that night.
"...I know," Connor admits finally, "but I still need him to find Church and those stolen supplies."
"No you don't. Let's just wait for the others. We'll help you..."
"There isn't time!" The stray makes a startled yelp at the sudden outburst and quickly scampers off. Watching it go with a some regret, Connor lowers his voice. "Without those supplies, who knows how long Washington and his men will last."
Duncan relents, especially when Connor speaks of the General's last name with such urgency. "Does the ol' man know about this?"
Connor flinched again. "No... before I left for Valley Forge, we had an argument."
They had, in fact, been arguing for weeks on whether or not to keep Washington in the dark. Duncan and the others had learned of this from Benjamin Tallmadge, who frequented the Homestead Manor. The arguments left the pack torn on which side to take. Even though they all saw Achilles Davenport as a mentor, Connor was still their leader. Duncan thought he would always be on Connor's side; but with the very heart of the Templar Order involved...
"Are you sure this is all about helpin' the Patriots?" the priest couldn't help but press. "You're not lookin' for anythin' else?"
The boy fidgeted with his hands and lowered his head a little so it was hard to see his features under the hood. "Please understand, Duncan. I grew up learning of two different sides of my father. As the Templar Grandmaster, I know of the atrocities he and his kind have committed. The lengths they will go to ensure their order. Their desire to control has brought nothing but suffering and ruin to my people, the Brotherhood, and countless others."
Connor took a moment and stroked the single feather that hung from his native armband. "Yet, despite all that, I still remember the few things my mother ever told me of my father. That he had been kind and honorable. That she missed him, and how I reminded her of him."
"Lad.."
"With this temporary truce, I have this chance to know the man my father is, before we must become enemies once again."
Duncan could not think of anything else to say after that. Connor sounded so very young, and at the same time, very old. Instead, they sat in silence. Watching the sun sink below the horizon before Connor finally stood up and disappeared into the night.
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"Will zat be all, sir?"
Washington gave a short nod to Lafayette before he turned to retire to his room for the evening. So mentally and physically exhausted, he barely manage to shrug off his cloak and boots before collapsing onto the awaiting bed. Unfortunately, the dreamless sleep he desperately desired did not follow.
Guilt and anxiety racked at his very core over the suffering of his men. Hunger and illness would soon cripple his forces before he could lead them into battle again, and there was not he could do about. As a leader, a part of him already felt like a failure and wondered if this situation would have happened had Charles been nominated as Commander-in-Chief.
'What has come over me?' he mentally berated himself. 'It is far too early to give into despair and offer our enemies this victory on a silver platter.'
Sighing, he rolled over onto his back and began unbutton the front of his coat. While doing so, his hand brushed up and felt a foreign object tucked away in his breast pocket. Washington frowned in confusion and quickly pulled out whatever it was.
"Connor, may I ask you something?"
"Hmm?"
The said young man turned halfway to face him from where he stood getting dressed, and Washington was thankful for the heavy comforter that hid the effect his lover's half-nude body had on him. Swallowing hard, he forced his eyes to meet his lover's and tried to remember what he wanted to ask. The subject quickly came back to him as he watched Connor tie up his dark hair.
"What is the significance of feathers to your people?"
As he finished putting on his clothes, Connor moved to sit down by the bed and gestured to the two white and black feathers hanging from his armband.
"They are important symbols of our way of life," Connor spoke with pride. "We wear them for what they represent: honor, wisdom, strength, power, freedom, and so much more."
Reaching out, Washington could not help but gently take hold of a single feather with his thumb and index finger, rubbing the vane softly before his hand trailed up Connor's arm. His lover made a surprise but pleased noise as he was pulled him down for a kiss.
"You have all of those qualities," Washington told him after another kiss that left them both breathless. "I hope someday, I could be half the man you are."
Connor stared at him in disbelief and shook his head. "You are already more than that, Commander. Believe in yourself. Now..." eager hands moved down to lift up the quilt, exposing Washington's hard arousal to the cool morning air, "let me take care of this before I have to leave."
Washington jolted awake at the sound of patrol making their rounds outside. When he sat up to rub his eyes, did he remember the object that had been in his breast pocket. The same feather he had touched briefly in his dream was now laying in the palm of his hand.
How Connor manage to place this feather on him without anyone - including him - was a mystery he would never solve. The young man had a talent for accomplishing the impossible after all. Washington's lips twitched into a small tired smile. As sleep started to claim him once more, he curled his fingers gently around Connor's keepsake, before bringing his clenched fist to rest over his heart.
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A/N: A thousand apologies, if this part seemed strange and sappy. I really just had the urge to have Duncan confront Connor about the whole truce with Haytham. Also, Washington was making lonely puppy noises in the back of my head so I squeezed the scene in the end for him.
Re: Washington/Connor, Haytham - Part 7 of ?
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