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FILL 33/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-17 12:00 am (UTC)(link)Hickey is gone for less than a week. Connor is sent off to New York just before Hickey gets back, and Haytham wonders, briefly, how he managed to fall so far. His son, for God's sake.
"Any news?" Haytham asks, almost as soon as Hickey walks into the entrance hall.
"You're still 'ere, boss? I fort you was goin' to New York."
"Tomorrow. Or the day after." Haytham glares at him.
It's been a rather long day, helping Connor pack and making plans to rearrange his New York bedroom so two people can live in it. Lots of little things have taken up his time, and all have taken their toll. He is not in any mood for Hickey's distractions.
"I don't know one 'undred percent, right, but I fink they know what we're plannin' for Lee. After blowin' up the ships an' stealin' papers from the captains, two of 'em was talkin'. They said they was chattin' 'bout Washington's vendetta wiv the Natives, but they ain't such good liars. Takes one to know one, ya know?"
haytham nods.
"Do they know that you know?"
"Dunno, Boss. Prob'ly safe to assume they do, just in case."
"All right. Then we'll provoke them into action."
"The assassination might be a good place to start, sir," Hickey says.
"Indeed it might," Haytham replies, noncommittally. He has a slightly different plan in mind.
…
Connor's face lights up in pure joy when he sees Haytham standing in the hallway, hanging up his cloak and hat.
"You are early," he says, his voice calm, his face radiating happiness. Haytham finds himself smiling back.
"I am, aren't I? Have you had a chance to speak with your Brotherhood yet?"
"Ah… I have not. I have not yet given them an address for correspondence."
"Well, that won't do," Haytham says, pretending to give the matter a great deal of thought. "Why not give them this address?"
Connor's face falls.
"I, uh… They do not know. About us. I told them I had a lover, yes, but… Achilles would be disappointed."
"Oh," Haytham says, sounding sadder than he actually is. Achilles, if he could, would probably kill him slowly and painfully after many months of torture for deflowering his precious . He dreads to imagine what worse would happen to him if word got out out that they were, in fact, father and son. What would happen to Connor. How much further the boy would break.
"It is not because I am ashamed," Connor says, quickly. "The Brotherhood, the ones I told about… about my preferences, they were supportive. But they would think I was a Templar. I could not do that to Achilles, even momentarily. And if they became spiteful, the truce would be over and all our hard work would be for nothing, and..."
Haytham nods, and holds up a hand, to indicate that Connor ought to stop talking.
"Perhaps you could tell them that you are staying in the wilderness, and that you are having all correspondence sent to this address, stopping by every few days to make plans and further our joint cause."
"That…" Connor begins, slowly. "That is not a bad idea. I may do just that. Thank you."
"I can think of several ways you can thank me," Haytham says, putting on his best seductive smile. "Did I ever tell you about one of our most interesting customs?"
Connor blushes and shakes his head.
"Well, after a wedded couple return to their new home together for the first time, it is customary to… baptise each room. In a manner of speaking."
Connor's expression after Haytham leans in close and whispers in his ear exactly what he thinks they ought to do over the kitchen table is a picture. A dark pink, not-exactly-surprised, half-aroused picture. A rather beautiful picture, when all is said and done.
…
Haytham climbs off Connor's hips and and picks up a clean cloth. He wipes the mess from his stomach and between his thighs. Connor lurches into a sitting position, and starts rebuttoning his shirt.
"Washington's assassination is a week next Monday," he says, not having fully caught his breath.
"So soon?" Connor asks, sounding tired and melancholic.
Haytham can understand his sadness. It was only a few days ago that he had been able to show Connor evidence of the Commander's genocidal tactics against the Native population. The boy had been silent for a long while, whatever remnants of faith he had in Colonist forces shattered.
"Better now than later. It means we can get a Templar to head the new country. Peace and order at last. Never thought I'd see the day."
Haytham pulls his clothing on, slowly. He's hungry, but far too exhausted now to cook or… well, do anything. In all honesty, he wants to curl up somewhere warm and sleep. Half eight in the evening isn't too early to retire, is it?
"The plan?"
"There's a meeting in Philadelphia. Washington will be in attendance, as will several others. We will be keeping watch on proceedings, and if an opportunity should present itself, such as… oh, if he decides to visit the privy, we'll take it. If not, we have an agent who will pounce upon Washington the moment he leaves the meeting. Since it's an enclosed area, he'll have his face covered and several smoke bombs. A spare jacket and hat to change into. That ought to be sufficient means for a getaway."
"It seems sound enough," Connor says, still clearly not entirely happy with the whole situation. He ties the laces on his breeches.
"Mmm," Haytham says. "I'm glad you approve."
He takes a glance at the kitchen shelves- they are mostly empty, given the length of his absence. There is a small loaf of bread, half-gone, wrapped in a cloth. He picks it up, and breaks off a chunk.
"There is leftover stew if you want it," Connor says. Before Haytham can say yay or nay, Connor is fetching him a spoon and filling a bowl from a covered pot on the cold stove. Connor presses a spoon into his hand, and kisses him on the cheek.
"Thank you," is all Haytham can say. He wonders if perhaps he went too far in remaking the boy, if he made a slave instead of an agent. He feels a little guilty over that, and for what he is going to manipulate Connor into doing.
Re: FILL 33/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-17 12:45 am (UTC)(link)And Haytham, so not.
Lol, Achilles is going to want to roast Haytham over a spit. Alive.
:D
Loving this and looking forward to the drama!
Re: FILL 33/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-17 01:07 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 33/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-17 01:12 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 33/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-17 06:28 am (UTC)(link)I can't wait for the next part, OHMYGOSH. It'll be epic, just like all the other parts of this fill are, I'm sure. :) Keep going, WriterAnon!
(BTW, the next part of Body Swap will most likely be up tomorrow or the day after. ^o^)