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And forgot to say this, but apologies to anyone who actually knows English (as opposed to American). I tried to look things up, but it was actually really hard to find half of what I wanted to say.

Thomas Hickey

When Thomas Hickey first met the boy, he wasn’t very impressed. The lad was good-looking in that proper and vastly boring way, but he really didn’t see what all the fuss was about. Then again, he didn’t see what the fuss was all about with Haytham Kenway either, and he turned out to have a pretty penny behind his name. Enough to keep Thomas interested, anyhow.

So he turned the other ear whenever Lee, that smarmy git, would go on about their new arrival. About how articulate and poised and how such a gentleman he was. About his skill in assassinating the Assassins (and wasn’t that a hoot?) and the ease in which he gathered intel from the bleeding redcoats and the way he so eloquently put that Washington into his place without the man even knowing of it — Gawd blimey, it’s enough to make a bloke sick. Any one would think that Lee wanted to bugger the boy or something…

Thomas blinked.

Well, that would certainly explain Lee’s attempts to throttle him the one time he stole a kiss from the lad. And speak of the devil…

There is the lad himself, with Lee following on his heels sniffing after him like a mutt in heat. Let it not be said that Thomas doesn’t recognize an opportunity when he sees one.

“Say, how’s about some whiskey after a hard days work,” Thomas slides a companionable arm around the boy, “Sweetheart.”

Thomas Hickey may not have appreciated some new boy coming onto his turf — but anything that causes Lee to turn purple ought to be encouraged.

/HYPERVENTILATES/ I love you anon YES finally a Charles/Connor/Thomas triangle. I loved pre-story-twist!Charles and I'm giggling like mad how he has TWO Kenways to have man-crushes on

Phew, glad Hickey was over. I spent so much time looking into English slang for that…and I’m 90% positive I got the regions wrong anyways.

…we really need a dictionary for future fic-writing.

Disclaimer: none of these views are my own, though I tried to stay true to what I believe were the mores of the time

William Johnson

William is considered unusual amongst his compatriots. For one, he had a true desire for peace between the natives and the colonies. For another, he has always found himself fascinated by those of different cultures. He mourned the loss of further knowledge he could have gained before the nearby Kanien’kehake tribe had been razed and was genuinely sad over the slaughter of its people a decade prior.

What a pity that the opportunity to study such a rich, though undoubtedly inferior, culture was lost. Though it could only be expected of the brutes under George Washington’s regiment. Speaking of which…

William turned to the young man that kneels beside him. “And how goes your recent endeavors with the Sons of Liberty?”

The young man can be close-mouthed at times but — there. The narrowing of those large brown eyes in consternation (the same eyes William’s brain had catalogued 10 years ago as spitting with fire and desperation as he watched his village burn…).

“As well as can be expected.” A tanned hand pushes a single stray black hair back (hair that had been singed from the embers as the boy leapt forward ineffectually, kept back from the flames and his burning mother by William’s arm…)

“I suppose you are here to continue our previous studies in Kanien’kehake culture?” A measured glance, carefully devoid of expression (in contrast to the screaming crying child that William had handed off to Reginald’s men…)

“I am in your tutelage…Master Johnson.”

William is not sure what to make of who this strange child of Haytham has become.

I agree with you writer!anon, as much as I liked Hickey, I find it terribly difficult to write him and his slang; but I never get tired of him calling Connor "sweetheart"

Johnson ended up being a doozy. O.o

John Pitcairn

John Pitcairn did not consider himself a fanciful man. He took pride in crisp, clear orders and appreciated those who knew how to follow them. It was how his friendship with one Matthew Davenport (pity the man’s relations) began, and it is how he came to meet and, to his great surprise, appreciate one Connor Kenway (though he wonders at the surname).

Though, perhaps it should be no surprise at all, given how the young man has won over Lee (Johnson, oddly enough, remains wary). Connor is diligent and tempered, executing his orders with utmost precision and likened to an angel of death by his men on the battlefield. He is cognizant of the chain of authority and has proven himself to be an asset amongst John’s ranks.

And yet there is something unsettling about the man. Perhaps it is the duality of the images he projects. A cordial, well-mannered gentleman in drawing rooms and war councils, a cyclone of death and destruction (to enemy forces of course) in battle. Perhaps it is his heritage, English mixed with native. Or perhaps it is his similarity to Matthew (brilliant strategist, consummate soldier) and his utter dissimilarity to Matthew (knives casually ripping out throats, promising safety to enemy soldiers during interrogation and executing them afterwards).

John wasn’t sure, but he knew that Connor Kenway was a man that merited watching as much as he merited admiration.

Pitcairn was difficult to write. Wish I knew more about him.

Benjamin Church

Benjamin Church had dreams. Dreams of importance, of being much admired and praised and liked. In his dreams, he would be the top physician to the most important person in the colonies. No! To King George himself! Ladies would crowd around him and beg him to lavish his attentions on them while the men would toast to his genius and success.

Pity he’s stuck here in this backwards location with these troops for company instead. Just who did that bloody commander think he was, ordering Benjamin to mix with these common soldiers? None of them even have a penny to their name or even come of good stock, save perhaps Charles, some of the higher ups and the French. And by God, Haytham has some nerve to demand he share his information with that half-breed Templar Assassin of his.

Bah! Benjamin knew what he was truly destined for, and it wasn’t to play spy with some Mohawk boy. This Connor may have bamboozled the others (Benjamin really thought John, at least, would have had more sense), but the boy wasn’t important enough for him to waste his time on.

And not to mention, the redcoats weren’t so bad. They, at least, accorded Benjamin the respect he truly deserved and, if Benjamin played his cards right, why, he could have the ear of the King himself! Pity those starving soldiers of Washington. Can’t be helped.

Although if Haytham found out he’d been double-dipping, Benjamin would be in danger. Best to destroy the evidence. Speaking of which, where are the men rerouting those supplies? Surely they haven’t gotten lost…

Benjamin gulped as a young half-Mohawk stepped into the doorway.

“Benjamin Church, for your crimes against the Order…run.”

Benjamin Church had many dreams. None of them involved becoming prey.

Wow…Church is an utterly unsavory character. I kinda despise him.

Haytham Kenway

There are certain things a man expects when one is Grandmaster of one’s own branch of Templars. Simple things really. Respect. Having one’s orders followed and not questioned. Not having to look after impertinent brats that one’s mentor and friend in England decided to offload into one’s care.

Sadly, Haytham Kenway was feeling very much imposed upon by all three in the form of a smiling half-native Templar Assassin (and of all the epithets, must Reginald gift the child with that one?). It is clear that the child’s mission must be to disrupt all of Haytham’s carefully ordered world for during the short time since he first stepped onto these shores (mayhap returned might be a better world for he was surely born to a nearby tribe) he has managed to somewhat usurp Charles’s devotion, spook Johnson, make Hickey even more insufferable than the man usually is, capture Pitcairn’s attention and assassinate Church (much deserved though it might be).

And while Haytham appreciated the discovery of the traitor and the kill, he would have been much happier had the child sought his permission before he took action. Cheeky child. Really, the boy reminded him of himself during his youth. Intelligent if somewhat impulsive. Thoughtful yet deadly. A most singular puzzle, considering the boy’s heritage and raising.

Which led Haytham to his current predicament. Reginald had requested that he continue the boy’s education in Templar affairs. There is no one better, the man had claimed. And while Haytham agreed with the sentiment, he did not understand exactly why he agreed with the sentiment. What was it about the child that struck him as…familiar?

The child was always following about Haytham, inserting his opinions where they were not wanted and doubting Haytham’s own pronouncements. He had ignored Haytham’s warning not to enter a pub for fear of animosity towards his very obvious native-heritage (Haytham pointedly ignored the fact that the drunkards had apparently decided Haytham was a better target) just the past week and proven himself disgustingly at ease on treetops.

Why, if Haytham didn’t know better, he’d think the boy was related to Ziio (though that couldn’t possibly be true, Ziio had told him she was an only child)! He certainly took after her stubbornness and ability to both infuriate and fascinate Haytham at the same time.

Really, how Reginald could ever expect him to mentor the boy is beyond Haytham…

/CRIES/ This was so perfect! Anon, you have me hooked... and even though you've touched every character, I'm still craving for more. Like Haytham finding out Connor is his... oh Reginald your desire to control the Kenways might be your undoing (again)

:DD

So happy to read that comment! Unfortunately, I can't say I've read Forsaken and therefore, really can't do Reginald's voice. But I've somewhat closed the look (and might have opened a new one) with Connor's brief epilogue.

Glad you liked! :)

Haytham was fun to write, whee!

Connor Kenway

Revenge is a dish best served cold. And Connor has had a decade to chill and let it age. Ever since Johnson stole him away from his village that night Washington had murdered his people, he has bided his time, waiting for the time to come back to this land and destroy those who destroyed the boy he had been. But his efforts (and Master Reginald, he must never forget Master Reginald) have borne fruit, and Washington lies disgraced, removed from his high authority as commander and his precious plantation sacked and burned.

And Connor…Connor can finally let himself relax in Haytham’s, in his father’s presence. Oh, there are, of course, still the Assassins, diminished in number due to his efforts, and Connor had vowed to support his father’s Templar cause (indeed, that was the condition on which Reginald allowed him to journey across the Atlantic). But the Assassins are scarcely a threat, as weak as they are and will fall soon (though Connor hopes to recruit the master Assassin rather than kill him for Kanen'tó:kon is one of the few members of his beloved village remaining).

No, what Connor will focus on now is ...

“Father, will you allow me to join your for afternoon tea?”

bleh, noticed typo at end. I was trying to be so careful too... ;_;

That last line should be "Father, will you allow me to join you for afternoon tea?"

Thanks to all the kind feedback anons! :) This was a fun ficcie to write, and I hope you don't all strangle me at the end.

How could you end it like that??? Oh but this was a wonderful set of drabbles, I do adore the Colonial Templars even if they were cast off as the villains in the end

So Charles becomes the new Commander in Chief... and Kanen'tó:kon is the assassin that Connor has to face /HYPERVENTILATES AGAIN/ That is also an eeeevil cliffhanger ending, anon... I think you've killed me x_x

Noooo! Don't die! //resuscitates//

/BREATHES/ Thank you again for writing this, anon. I loved all of the parts written from each character's perspective... the ending with Connor was just /SHIVERS/ in the end he completed his revenge against Washington and with Father and Son joined together they will rule the galaxy... I mean vanquish the Assassins.

There's a difference? ^_~

Thank you thank you thank you thank you again for writing this! This one line sums up Templar Connor perfectly: A cordial, well-mannered gentleman in drawing rooms and war councils, a cyclone of death and destruction (to enemy forces of course) in battle - You must have been joking when you said you were new to writing fics, because this part was amazing and so was your Pitcairn (he really needed more story time in the game).

Oh Church, you thought you were so clever. Can't wait for Haytham's part... oh and more Lee would be awesome (wait am I starting to ship ConnorLee...)

:D Glad you like. Hope Haytham doesn't disappoint (though I admit I decided to tease at the end...)

Why thank you! :D I was worried about getting those right (I couldn't get a good feel for them since they barely had any real interaction in the game).

Oh god Lee having a crush on Templar!Connor and Hickey being a giant troll, I love this so much.

I am so loving this story, Troll Hickey is awesome!

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