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FILL 24/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-24 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)He'd forgotten all about Achilles and the Brotherhood when Haytham had returned. Not in the sense that he'd forgotten they had existed, but that he had forgotten what his situation must look like to them. How worried Achilles would be, despite his letter.
Right now, he's sitting in Haytham's study, wallowing in overwhelming guilt as Haytham pores over maps and letters, mapping out somebody's movements. He ought to be concentrating on that information, he ought to be escaping, begging to be allowed to visit Achilles or something, anything more than just sitting and moping like a child.
Haytham rolls his head as though he has a crick in his neck, and before he even thinks about it, Connor is standing behind him, stroking the tendons and muscle below his shirt collar in the way he's learnt Haytham likes. Haytham lets out a soft sigh.
"You want to visit the old man, don't you?"
Connor winces. Of course Haytham would guess why his mood is so low. He hopes Haytham won't guess the cause of his bad dreams, that he can continue to pass them off as stress and rememberance of the tragedies he has lived through. Even a man as wonderfully kind and compassionate and clever and... and everything as Haytham could not want someone who had been so broken, so defiled.
He bites his lip at the sudden surge of shame he feels. It's not fair. It's not right. People are truly monsters. Monsters, monsters, monsters.
"Yes," he says, quietly.
He had heard from Duncan about the Christian deadly sins, though at the time he had thought it was rubbish. Now, he wonders idly which of the Inner Order correspond to each sin. Lee is wrathful, certainly. Johnson and his fetish would be lust. Church... now, he would be avarice, with his love of money. What would that make Pitcairn, Hickey and Haytham?
Hickey was worrying, but he also seemed fairly reasonable. Apparently, the reason he had done so little to Connor was laziness. Perhaps he would be sloth. Pitcairn seemed perpetually angry, though their brief meeting was no grounds to judge the man's whole personality. He does not want to think about Haytham's faults.
"You can go, if you'd like," Haytham says, after a minute of tense silence. "Sort out whatever business you have. Return when you see fit."
"Are you sure?" Connor is almost too surprised to speak. How could he trust him so much already? They had barely known one another two months. He fiddles with the ring on his finger, feeling guilty again, though this time his guilt is due to doubting Haytham's kindness, his love.
"I have no wish to see you sad. I have kept you a long time from Achilles, and as much as I would love for you to remain by my side, my work is finished. You understand the Order. We have a truce. We have more than those things, in truth." Haytham catches his wrist gently, tracing his finger along his ring meaningfully.
"I won't be gone long," Connor promises, and even though Haytham is letting him go, showing no sign of being even the slightest bit upset or angry at his wish to return to the Brotherhood, he feels terribly guilty. "A month, maybe. We can climb trees when I get back."
"I'll have a carriage prepared for you. The driver will take you anywhere you wish to go, within reason." Haytham stands, somewhat tiredly. "Perhaps you ought to put on your robes."
Connor nods.
"I'll fetch your weaponry. Pack whatever you feel you'll need."
And all of a sudden, Haytham has left and Connor is trying not to think about how he'll explain this all to Achilles and the others. He can't tell them about the... he'll have to take the ring off. Maybe he'll put it on a chain and wear it round his neck, or sew it into the pocket of his robes.
He takes a deep breath and takes the lone chest from under the bed, shucking off his jacket and shirt, folding them neatly on the bed.
Haytham is pride, he decides. Not pride of himself, but pride of the Order. He seems blinded by their long-term goals to the faults of those around him, to the damage they have done over the centuries. Connor could very well say the same thing about himself and the Brotherhood.
...
Connor stops the driver before they reach the manor, just past the farm, where the manor is still hidden from view by trees. He has nothing on him but his weapons and the small pouches he keeps tools and money in.
He tips the driver a gold sovereign, and tries not to feel bad about the way Haytham insistently pressed the extra coins into his hand, kissing his neck affectionately before he left. He had paid close attention to the route they'd taken- the manor was not far from New York, hidden from trade routes and roads by clever use of the landscape.
He trudges up the road, vaults over a couple of fences. It's dark, but his path is well-lit by moonlight and candlelight streaming from the windows of the manor.
Now, he feels only anxiety and fear. Haytham is not here. Achilles will be angry. He opens the door, body braver than his mind, and calls out.
"Achilles? I'm sorry I took so long."
There's nobody in the dining room, and the kitchen looks empty. The study is empty, as well. He jogs to Achilles' room- he isn't there, but it's obviously still been in use the past few days. Achilles is either here, or left within the past day or two.
"Hello?" he calls again, pulling at the candlebra. The door in the wall opens, and he can hear voices murmuring. At the sound of his voice, they go silent.
"Achilles?" he tries again.
Clipper appears at the bottom of the steps.
"Connor?" he asks, evidently shocked. "What are you doing here? I thought..."
"They let me go," he replies. "Don't you live in Boston?"
"Yes, but--"
Clipper is shoved aside by Achilles, and Connor can see a few others congregating near the foot of the stairs. He wouldn't be surprised if all the recruits were here.
Achilles looks furious.
"What were you thinking, you stupid boy?!"
"I--"
"You could have been killed!"
"Achilles..."
"Don't 'Achilles' me! Dining room, now."
Connor bows his head, and obeys. He sits at his usual place, next to Achilles' seat at the head of the table. Clipper and the others follow, and arrange themselves around the table. Connor keeps his head down. Achilles is as disappointed in him as he'd feared he would be.
"Well?" Achilles demands, after a few moments of silence.
"Well what?"
"What happened?"
"I..." Connor clears his throat. He can't tell Achilles everything. He's old and stubborn, and it would break his heart if he knew what Lee and Johnson had done. He would consider the current situation with Haytham a betrayal. "I was careless. I was exhausted. I was captured by Thomas Hickey and his associates, who took me to the Templar headquarters. While I was there, the Grand Master made me an offer- I could either be executed or I could attempt to make peace with the Templars."
Achilles' expression was unreadable.
"I thought it would be best if I played along. We have lost too much already. We have a truce. For the moment, that is."
"You don't believe it will last?" Achilles asked, quietly.
"Our goals are the same, but our ways of achieving peace and prosperity are vastly different. I do not know if it can last." Connor speaks carefully. He is treading on eggshells.
"And what is your plan now?"
"I... well, I didn't think much further ahead than getting back here. It's been a long couple of months."
"I'll say," Achilles says, quietly. He gives a tired smile, and the tension Connor had been feeling evaporates. He's not mad, just worried. "You must be hungry. It's almost nine."
They eat and drink, and it's enough to make Connor forget his worries. Achilles gives him leftovers from that day's lunch, and the recruits tell him all about what's been happening while he's been gone. After recieving his letter, the Brotherhood gathered and they'd been planning a rescue effort, with varying levels of sucess.
"We knew roughly where the Headquarters were," Duncan says. "About five miles out of New York, but that's still a huge area to scout."
"There is a lot of security. Hundreds of guards, most disguised as servants and civilians. All highly trained. The woodland and grounds are full of traps. There are no entrances or exits from the buildings left unlocked or unguarded. Even if I had my tools and weapons, I could not have escaped."
The night wears on and it's all going so well and Connor is starting to feel almost at home, and then Stefane claps him on the shoulder in a gesture of friendly affection and he can't breathe.
"Are you all right, my friend?" Stefane asks, looking worried. Connor tries to relax. Stefane is a friend. He would never harm him purposely. He tries to breathe normally, his heart suddenly pounding, adrenaline flooding his body. His mind is muddled, he can't think.
"I..." Connor starts, voice cracking. He swallows and tries again. He needs to be alone. Alone is as safe as he can get without Haytham. "I am fine. I think I will go to bed now. It has been a long day."
Even as he stands, he can feel their eyes upon him, devouring him, his head starts to spin and he almost doesn't hear Dobby ask if he's all right.
"You haven't finished eating," she says, looking anxious.
He can't think of a reply to that, so he walks faster, fingers fumbling at his hidden blade and his weapons and in mere moments he's in his room, leaning against the door, wishing it had a lock. He can hear the faint murmuring of the others, still in the dining room, and he can feel his eyes burning.
He undresses and crawls into bed, biting down on a folded handkerchief to stop the pained whines and choking sobs escaping his throat.
Who has a nervous breakdown from being touched on the shoulder? He had been getting better. How can something so small and meaningless break him so easily?
He tries not to remember the way Lee had touched him, casual pats on the back before 'training' and hands bruising hips during violations. He tries not to make a sound. He tries to sleep.
He fails.
fill anon caught a typo
(Anonymous) 2012-12-24 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 24/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-24 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)Oh poor Connor. My heart aches for him. The end of this chapter was so terribly sad. He's so broken, and so dependent on Haytham now. I'm worried for him. And he actually believes that Haytham is kind and loving...I wonder if he'll ever find out that Haytham was the one who planned all the terrible things that happened to him from the start?
I hope Achilles and the recruits can help him... :(
Re: FILL 24/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-29 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)fillanon
(Anonymous) 2012-12-29 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you again for all your kind words and patience! :3