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Not quite fluff, but at least it’s not angst! Yay! And hopefully semi-amusing. And there will be Pomeranians next chapter. :)

Master of the House

Chapter 9 – Dinner Conversation

By the time it was time for dinner, Charles had managed to compose himself again. The ink stains were cleaned, though the servants were still working on recovering the painting (Charles made a mental note to give Mary and her best helpers a bonus come Christmas), and he had much benefited from a splash of cold water against his face and a cup of calming hot tea in his hand.

Upon thinking the matter over, he could even laugh at himself a bit. What an absurdity his passions had led to! What insanity he had wrought!

And it was all due to his Omega, of all things.

Charles sighed and made ready to join the dining room table. Hopefully, one of Mary’s girls will have found James’s Omega and requested his presence at dinner.

Before exiting his office, though, Charles stopped and quickly glanced at the empty wall where Master Kenway’s portrait had been. He raised a hand and caressed the open space.

His temper was too quick. Oh, he had always known that his passions ran high, but he had thought he had them under control.

He snorted. How disgraceful. How inelegant. How ungentleman-like.

He had always resented the name Connor’s village gave him when he sent them word of his nuptials with the boy, but, ruefully, he began wondering if perhaps they hadn’t been on to something.

‘Boiling Water’ wasn’t particularly original, but it seemed those savage Natives had seen what he had not. And now he may have ruined one of the few things he had to remind him of Master Kenway.

Particularly if the man never acknowledged or called on him again.

His heart squeezed painfully at that, but he forced the feeling down and away.

He would not let it be. He would fix this...problem...with Connor and prove himself to Master Kenway again.

He relaxed minutely.

Master Kenway was a reasonable man, dignified in his bearings, cautious in his passions. He would forgive him.

He must forgive him.

Charles pushed open the door to the dining room and waited for his ‘guest’ to arrive.

-----

When one of the maids (not Mary, Clipper noted), arrived to fetch him for dinner, Clipper had already begun to plan his time with Connor.

Sadly, he was no doctor and knew very little about ailments of the body or of the mind. But if he could gain access to Connor’s doctor (though he shuddered at the thought of being anywhere near the greedy, ambitious Davies), then they might potentially puzzle out how to bring Connor back.

And in the meantime, when he was not allowed near Connor, he could study medical books on his own! Surely the Templar Order’s private collection of books must be enviable. All he would need to do would be to convince Lee to lend them to him. Or perhaps he could write to James...

But his first action must be to move Connor to a less...oppressive...room. His quarters felt like decay and death, and Lee really thought Connor could recover in here? Where Connor was, no doubt, forced upon nightly?

Clipper shuddered at the image and once more forced down the anger he felt for Lee. Lee would undoubtedly resist any attempt to move Connor, and his anger would not help him win the odious man over.

And, perhaps, Clipper remembered the way Connor’s eyes fixed on that window, perhaps it would do him good to breathe some fresh air. The window, he had already checked, were bolted tight, but if he could convince Lee to let them spend some time outside, against one of the trees that Connor used to love climbing or perhaps rest his head against a comforting pile of leaves...

The maid pushed open the grand doors before him, and Clipper spied Lee sitting at the head of the table. The man’s face was carefully blank, the insanity Clipper had seen in his eyes before when he had been accused of wanting his mentor gone.

Well good.

Swiftly, Clipper seated himself in the chair the maid pulled out for him. Immediately, man-servants entered bearing food, breads and meat and fresh vegetables and sauces.

Clipper made sure his face was as polite and his manner as non-threatening and relaxed as possible.

It was time for him to do battle.

-----

“I would like to request access to Connor’s doctor.”

Charles paused, a bite of mutton (imported from England, he wasn’t going to touch that lobster business) halfway to his mouth.

“Oh?” Feigned disinterest.

“Yes. I believe that, if we pool our knowledge, we can better help Connor.”

It wasn’t an unreasonable request, and Charles saw no reason not to grant it.

“I shall pen a missive to Matthew requesting his presence tomorrow, if possible.”

The Omega nodded. Then, “does your library contain any medical journals?”

Charles raised an eyebrow, slightly discomfited. He chewed for a moment, thinking and suspicious. Finally he swallowed.

“James seems to have confided a great deal in you,” he prodded, carefully.

The Omega only smiled at this.

“Oh no,” he replied. “James cares for me, and he is wise enough to know that were I to know too much, you or the Grandmaster would have me dealt with.”

Smart man. Accurate, very accurate.

The Omega continued. “Since the Assassins have tales of an exquisite library full of knowledge, it made sense that the Templars would have a similar library. And you yourself seem to be of a background to be able to collect books.”

Again, all true. Charles was fortunate that his father and his father’s father had known the value of books, and Charles himself had expanded the collection immensely...some of them from Connor’s old manor.

He nodded again, not seeing any harm in the request.

“I have no medical ones within my collection, but I will add a request for Matthew to lend you his.”

He returned his attention to the mutton stew. It was quite lovely today, all tender morsels of meat and rich broth. He shall have to ask that it be served more often in this style.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Omega fidgeting nervously.

He narrowed his eyes and set his spoon aside. He had the feeling he would need his full attention soon.

“You clearly have something you wish to say. Say it,” he ordered.

The man fidgeted for one more minute.

“I want to move Connor to my room.”

Charles saw red.

Trembling in fury, he abruptly stood and shouted, “So you admit you have intentions towards him!”

The man had the gall to shake his head in disagreement!

Briefly, Charles pondered the benefits of stabbing him with the cutlery.

“No, I do not! I only want him to get better and for your child to survive safely.”

Oh, but that was a low blow.

“Explain yourself.”

Clipper nodded.

“He’s stayed in that room for as long as he’s been with you, no?” While that was true, Charles didn’t see what it had to do with anything.

As if reading his mind, the next thing that came out of the Omega’s mouth was, “that means most of the times he’s been upset or—or intimate with you has been in that room.”

Ah, Charles was beginning to see where the Omega was going with this. Still, he would not abide his Omega staying with the man. Not when Clipper’s affection for his mentor was clear for all to see.

He thought for a moment, but could see no way around it.

Damn them both. He needed his Omega to get better and birth him that child too much, and it was forcing his hand.

He didn’t like it one bit.

“Connor will stay in a different room if you believe the change in atmosphere will help. But not yours.” Because he couldn’t give him that. His Omega was his.

James’s Omega looked as if he wanted to argue, but one look at the resolute expression on Charles’s face made him reconsider. Reluctantly, he closed his mouth.

Charles once again turned his attention to his stew, but found that the flavors were not as enticing as they had been. Somehow, it seemed bland on his tongue.

Pity, he had been so looking forward to mutton too.

“I hear,” he heard the Omega begin again.

Blasted! Would the man never leave him to eat in peace? Charles sorely regretted inviting the Omega to table with him. Even Connor knew better than to interrupt his meal!

“I hear you normally spend time with your dogs outside after dinner.”

What an inane statement.

“Yes,” he confirmed, wondering where the Omega was going with this.

“James always spoke admiringly about your dog Spado. He’s very loyal and affectionate and a great companion.”

Well.

Charles felt his cheeks redden. It was true that Spado was his favorite. A better dog had never lived.

“Do you think,” the Omega’s voice was soft, wondering, almost...innocent. “Do you think that being around Spado would help Connor?”

Charles immediately opened his mouth, ready to refute the ridiculous idea but...

He stopped. And he thought about it.

Connor had seemed fond of Spado those few times they had met, one of the few things Charles gave him credit for (it was certainly in better taste than many of the boy’s former companions). He supposed that it couldn’t hurt to see if Spado could help with the situation.

Certainly, his fine Spado was capable of many amazing things. What was one more on the list?

Slowly, he nodded his assent.

The Omega broke into a smile.

“Excellent,” he cried. Then he turned to Mary. “We shall have to make sure that Mr. Kenway,” (Charles twitched at the name), “is appropriately attired for the weather.”

Mary bowed. “I shall have him clothed in a warm cloak.”

The Omega smiled fondly. Then he turned back to him.

“I must find my own cloak. Please excuse me.” He stood, bowed slightly and left.

Charles was left sitting at the table, mostly uneaten mutton stew quickly cooling in front of him, and with the strangest feeling that he’d just been played.

OMG Clipper... you wonderful, wonderful human being. I loved how he was able to manipulate Charles like that (and loving Charles' jealous outbursts) he's going to have to pass these skills onto Connor.

BTW I am loving at how quickly you crank these chapters out, because I cannot get enough of them! //begins mashing the refresh button//

Thanks! :)

Though I may have to warn you that I am expecting a rejection letter... ): So may soon be too depressed to update.

...partly the reason I'm splurging now, I'm afraid.

...but since no one calls or sends work emails out over the weekend, that means a few more chapters before I'm in depressed zone. :)

But yes, I heart Clipper. And more to come on where Clipper learned these skills later on. :D

//HUGS ANON// I know your pain, believe me.

And yes, more Clipper - I love how you write him, he's just adorable. Can't wait to read the cute Pomeranian scene... and any potential flashbacks.

Well good news, I rushed and finished the next chapter.

Forgot to add that I love you mentioned Charles' native given name Ounewaterika "Boiling Water" in this, fits him perfectly.

Thank you hun! //sniffles//

But yes, even in the game, Charles always seemed a bit...unbalanced to me. One moment, he's a polite eager puppy trailing after Haytham (or at least a long-suffering colleague who looks down on the manners of Hickey). The next, he's holding a child to a tree by the throat for basically no provocation. It was...baffling, to say the least, but made sense given the historical man's alleged temper.

...which means Connor is the Mohawk princess Charles wedded. o.O

...which means Connor is the Mohawk princess Charles wedded. o.O

ppppfffttt... so now that Charles is a King... does that make Connor a Queen?

LOL!

Yes. Yes it does. :D

Um…so I lied. Clipper’s flashback took complete control and ran roughshod over this chapter so… Pomeranians will be next chapter.

Master of the House

Chapter 10 – An Understanding

Clipper knew that it wasn’t a nice or proper thing to feel, but he would not lie to himself. He felt just the tiniest bit of smugness at managing to have Lee agree to all his requests. Oh, the first two was a given. They were harmless and could only advance Lee’s goal, but the third?

Clipper had truly not believed that Lee would allow Connor to be moved at his request. Granted, he had not succeeded in convincing Lee that his quarters were best. And Lee seemed oddly and intensely possessive over Clipper’s mentor. But Clipper counted it as a small success that Connor would be moved out of that awful room at all.

Hopefully, once he was somewhere a little bit different, somewhere that did not remind him of the trespasses that had undoubtedly happened against his person, Connor would improve.

Perhaps.

Clipper gnawed his lip worriedly as he hunted through his pack for his light cloak.

He wasn’t a doctor. He knew very little about the ailment that was inflicting his beloved mentor.

All he had to go on was his own experience with James.

He hadn’t always worked well with his husband. When he’d first arrived, he had closed off, certain that his life was over, certain that this Templar would inflict many horrible acts upon him in the name of marriage.

And he was prepared to fight, to do whatever was possible against the man that jailed him and kept him from his friends and his comrades.

He had not expected kindness. To be given space.

James was firm with him. At no time was he allowed his weapons or news about Connor, Deborah or Stephane. He could not contact any of Connor’s old friends in the Continental Army, and his letters to Connor’s crew had been confiscated. He was not confined to James’s apartment, but neither was he allowed to wander about alone. There had been a small bevy of Templars guarding him, trailing him at all times.

Still, it had been much better than he was expecting. And they had lived with an uneasy truce for a few months.

It wasn’t until James had heard him cry out three months in and rushed to his room that they began to thaw to each other.

Clipper had disliked the room he had been locked in since he had arrived. It was small and, locked as it was on the outside, it made him nervous. The window was small and did not open. It had steel bars on the outside to prevent would-be thieves from entering, but, to Clipper, they seemed to be holding him in.

It was altogether too much like his cell, when he had been locked away from Stephane and Deborah. The walls closed in on him, and the door would not open, and he couldn’t get to Stephane as Stephane was dragged away by jeering Templars who made jokes about ‘seeing how much pain a Frenchman can endure’ and one of them slapped Deborah to the ground when she tried to rush out of her cell and grab a hold of Stephane because they couldn’t lose anymore, they just couldn’t.

Stephane’s cries had echoed through the cells all night, and when they dropped him back in his cell, Clipper couldn’t even reach him to give help or comfort...

Lost in his memories, he had cried out, unable to get enough sleep, unable to relax. And then James burst in the room to investigate the cries.

Clipper hadn’t thought a man who associated with a monster like Charles Lee would be capable of kindness. He hadn’t ever thought that a Templar would ever care for his comfort.

He learned differently that night.

Perhaps it was because of James’s lawyer profession. His husband consulted with many individuals who had been hurt in some shape or fashion, some of them Omegas seeking shelter from their Alphas husbands who beat them sorely, past the allowed form and limit. But he understood.

And he had immediately moved Clipper to a different room, to his own room.

It was a slightly larger room that had lattice metalwork to deter thieves outside the window instead of bars. And no lock outside the door. The window opened and allowed the cool night breeze in. And, perhaps most importantly, James trusted him not to slit his throat in the night.

James had led him to the room, sat him on the bed and spoke to him frankly. He had made it clear that it would be detrimental to both their sakes if Clipper were to try to run or harm him while he slept. He had warned of the Templar guards patrolling the area and the Grandmaster’s desire to remove all his son’s old bonds.

As Clipper was still absorbing the information (and rather shocked that he had actually been let out of that unbearable room), James had made his way over to the closet. He dug out an extra set of covers and a pillow and laid them on one half of the bed. He then climbed onto the other half and, turning his back to Clipper, promptly fell asleep.

It took many more months of slowly opening up, talking and learning about each other before Clipper could truly count them husband and wife. But he would always point to that instance where James had trusted him (a guarded trust at first to be sure) as the true beginning of their relationship.

Clipper’s eyes fell upon light brown leather. Ah, his light cloak. Perfect.

He shrugged it on and made ready to meet the servants who would be carrying Connor and Lee, undoubtedly already waiting with his dogs.

Lee was not James, and Connor had clearly suffered much more than he had suffered. But he had his own memories and experiences to draw on. His own determination, his loyalty and his new understanding of their Templar foes.

And he would bring Connor back. Somehow, sometime, he would make it so that the last of the Brotherhood did not wither away.

crap, formatting crisis. Forgot to close one of the italic markers. >.<

Okay, here's the formatting fixed. Derp.

Master of the House

Chapter 10 – An Understanding

Clipper knew that it wasn’t a nice or proper thing to feel, but he would not lie to himself. He felt just the tiniest bit of smugness at managing to have Lee agree to all his requests. Oh, the first two was a given. They were harmless and could only advance Lee’s goal, but the third?

Clipper had truly not believed that Lee would allow Connor to be moved at his request. Granted, he had not succeeded in convincing Lee that his quarters were best. And Lee seemed oddly and intensely possessive over Clipper’s mentor. But Clipper counted it as a small success that Connor would be moved out of that awful room at all.

Hopefully, once he was somewhere a little bit different, somewhere that did not remind him of the trespasses that had undoubtedly happened against his person, Connor would improve.

Perhaps.

Clipper gnawed his lip worriedly as he hunted through his pack for his light cloak.

He wasn’t a doctor. He knew very little about the ailment that was inflicting his beloved mentor.

All he had to go on was his own experience with James.

He hadn’t always worked well with his husband. When he’d first arrived, he had closed off, certain that his life was over, certain that this Templar would inflict many horrible acts upon him in the name of marriage.

And he was prepared to fight, to do whatever was possible against the man that jailed him and kept him from his friends and his comrades.

He had not expected kindness. To be given space.

James was firm with him. At no time was he allowed his weapons or news about Connor, Deborah or Stephane. He could not contact any of Connor’s old friends in the Continental Army, and his letters to Connor’s crew had been confiscated. He was not confined to James’s apartment, but neither was he allowed to wander about alone. There had been a small bevy of Templars guarding him, trailing him at all times.

Still, it had been much better than he was expecting. And they had lived with an uneasy truce for a few months.

It wasn’t until James had heard him cry out three months in and rushed to his room that they began to thaw to each other.

Clipper had disliked the room he had been locked in since he had arrived. It was small and, locked as it was on the outside, it made him nervous. The window was small and did not open. It had steel bars on the outside to prevent would-be thieves from entering, but, to Clipper, they seemed to be holding him in.

It was altogether too much like his cell, when he had been locked away from Stephane and Deborah. The walls closed in on him, and the door would not open, and he couldn’t get to Stephane as Stephane was dragged away by jeering Templars who made jokes about ‘seeing how much pain a Frenchman can endure’ and one of them slapped Deborah to the ground when she tried to rush out of her cell and grab a hold of Stephane because they couldn’t lose anymore, they just couldn’t.

Stephane’s cries had echoed through the cells all night, and when they dropped him back in his cell, Clipper couldn’t even reach him to give help or comfort...

Lost in his memories, he had cried out, unable to get enough sleep, unable to relax. And then James burst in the room to investigate the cries.

Clipper hadn’t thought a man who associated with a monster like Charles Lee would be capable of kindness. He hadn’t ever thought that a Templar would ever care for his comfort.

He learned differently that night.

Perhaps it was because of James’s lawyer profession. His husband consulted with many individuals who had been hurt in some shape or fashion, some of them Omegas seeking shelter from their Alphas husbands who beat them sorely, past the allowed form and limit. But he understood.

And he had immediately moved Clipper to a different room, to his own room.

It was a slightly larger room that had lattice metalwork to deter thieves outside the window instead of bars. And no lock outside the door. The window opened and allowed the cool night breeze in. And, perhaps most importantly, James trusted him not to slit his throat in the night.

James had led him to the room, sat him on the bed and spoke to him frankly. He had made it clear that it would be detrimental to both their sakes if Clipper were to try to run or harm him while he slept. He had warned of the Templar guards patrolling the area and the Grandmaster’s desire to remove all his son’s old bonds.

As Clipper was still absorbing the information (and rather shocked that he had actually been let out of that unbearable room), James had made his way over to the closet. He dug out an extra set of covers and a pillow and laid them on one half of the bed. He then climbed onto the other half and, turning his back to Clipper, promptly fell asleep.

It took many more months of slowly opening up, talking and learning about each other before Clipper could truly count them husband and wife. But he would always point to that instance where James had trusted him (a guarded trust at first to be sure) as the true beginning of their relationship.

Clipper’s eyes fell upon light brown leather. Ah, his light cloak. Perfect.

He shrugged it on and made ready to meet the servants who would be carrying Connor and Lee, undoubtedly already waiting with his dogs.

Lee was not James, and Connor had clearly suffered much more than he had suffered. But he had his own memories and experiences to draw on. His own determination, his loyalty and his new understanding of their Templar foes.

And he would bring Connor back. Somehow, sometime, he would make it so that the last of the Brotherhood did not wither away.

Love this chapter since it filled in a lot of blanks and again, I'm so glad Clipper got a nice Templar Alpha in this. The flashback with Stephane being tortured and Dobby getting slapped down trying to save him - really hurt my heart. I love Stephane and I'm hoping he and Dobby are doing okay somewhere. I'm guessing he was tortured the most because he probably mouthed off a lot.

Back to Clipper, I love how James helped him adjust and deal with his nightmares, then straight out told him that the Grandmaster really wanted to be rid of all of Connor's bonds with the Assassins by killing the last three recruits off; while Charles is keeping them alive to tame Connor ... do I sense conflict there?

Absolutely. :) Haytham wants his son to be "saved from [his] ignorance" and sees the best way of doing so by removing all the 'bad' influences he's surrounded himself with. He figured that with Charles at the reins and tempering Connor, that he would accept the truth of the world, quietly settle down and be a 'good' wife (though if Charles weren't to be the next Grandmaster, he would have had Connor given to someone who hated him less). Bleh at the definition of 'good' wife, but society definitely had some rather annoying ideas at the time.

Charles started with a much more negative view of Connor (it was pretty clear Connor had it in for him) and, as such, has much less cause to look down on Connor's Assassin recruits. Thus, he views them as valuable assets to dangle in front of Connor. He may lie about their well-being and have kept Clipper's being gifted to James secret from Connor, but they're no use to him dead, and he never had quite the dislike of them that Haytham, being Connor's father, would have.

Stephane was tortured because, yeah. He mouths off a lot. :D I still remember that annoying mission where I first met him and he kept getting the attention of the guards while I was trying to get the kill-streak. Gah. Stephane does not know when the better part of valor is to shut up.

But also, Stephane was likely Connor's second-in-command. He was the first recruit and had very close ties with Connor. The Templars figured that he would know more Assassin secrets than the others.

Almost done with next chapter. :) Just wrapping it up at this point.

Pomeranians! :3 And Spado based on the character art (hence a tan/brown Pomeranian rather than historical Spado, a black one).

And this chapter has actual fluff! I was beginning to worry that I wasn’t capable of it!

Master of the House

Chapter 11 - A Seed of Hope

However much James had regaled him with tales of the...unique...bond between master and dog, Clipper was still stunned to see Charles Lee drop down to his knees and start scratching the small brown head of the canine.

The sight transfixed him. The big, bad Templar, second-in-command to the Grandmaster himself, defeated by a small fluffy dog. The man didn’t even seem to notice the stains on the knees of his trousers from the grass he knelt in or the slobber from the dog’s tongue as Spado took to licking him.

Soon, the other dogs joined in, and Lee was buried in a pile of Pomeranians of all colors and sizes, all eagerly yipping and playing with him affectionately.

It was a bizarre and, were it anyone but Lee, a heart-warming sight. However, Clipper had not forgotten what that same man had driven Connor to or what he had ordered done to Stephane, and he resolutely turned away, seeking out his mentor.

Ah. There. A couple of the man-servants came out carrying him.

Out here in the open, Connor looked even worse than he had before. The illuminating sun brought attention to the lackluster quality of his skin, the gauntness of his cheeks, and the shadows under his eyes.

“I hadn’t realized he had become so fragile,” came a voice from behind Clipper.

Clipper stiffened.

Lee.

So he had noticed Connor’s arrival even through the throng of dogs demanding his attention. For some reason, that thought made him think just a little bit better of Lee.

The man strode toward the two man-servants bearing Connor, his dogs following him.

“He loved climbing trees and rolling through grass, didn’t he?”

It took Clipper a moment to realize that Lee was speaking to him. He nodded, then realizing the man was still staring at Connor’s limp body, answered in the affirmative.

“Yes.”

Lee nodded, a pensive, serious expression on his face. He turned to the man-servants.

“Set him there, against the bark” he pointed to a single large oak a short distance away. “On the grass is fine, I’ll have his clothes washed later.”

He turned to Spado and, giving him one fond rub, sent the dog over to Connor as the servants set him down on the grass.

As Spado eagerly licked Connor’s limp fingers, Clipper found himself staring at the dog’s master in surprise.

Spado and the other Pomeranians he could somewhat understand given that Lee was famous amongst Templar circles for his too intense love of the canines. On more than one occasion, Clipper had overheard several lower-ranked Templar grunts complaining to James that Lee treated his dogs better than he treated them (although since they also claimed that Lee had relations with said canines, Clipper never put too much weight on the drunken ramblings).

But this. This was another thread in the weave, another portion that made Lee who he was. The thread may be a single random thread, lost in the myriad of such that comprised Lee, but, given Lee’s reaction to his dogs and the way his servants seemed to adore him, it was probably the start of a pattern that Clipper was just beginning to see.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to see that pattern. He didn’t want to be seeing this in the man who had torn his life apart. Who had torn his friends apart and left his mentor a shadow of the great man he used to be.

He would never forgive Lee, no matter what. He wasn’t sure Stephane or Deborah or, if he were awake, Connor would as well. Too much was between them. Between their respective organizations. Between them personally. Too much had been done. And not enough.

But perhaps.

Lee made no move to join either Connor or his happily playing dogs. Instead, he chose to watch them from a distance, an unreadable look on his face.

Perhaps there was some hope.

-----

Charles watched as James’s Omega hesitated before making his way over to Connor and Spado. The man seated himself gingerly beside his former master, careful around the dogs and the man he professed to admire.

A few of the dogs came back over to him though Spado (loyal Spado who somehow sensed that his master’s wife needed him) stayed where he was. He knelt down to scratch the furry heads, feeling a warmth rush through him at the softly licking tongues and the bright happy eyes.

He reached into his pocket and, pulling out several small balls, sent them flying over the field with a flick of his wrist. Immediately, his wonderful Pomeranians took off after them, fur flying as they hurtled towards the balls.

The sun shone down on them so beautifully, making their coats glimmer and shine. They ran back to him, wagging their fluffy tails, soft balls in their mouths. A couple dropped their balls and began to tussle, yipping joyfully as they rolled in the grass.

Watching them play, innocently, blissfully, Charles felt happy for the first time that day.

Spado and his dogs. They were one of the few beings that would never betray him or disappoint him or be disappointed in him.

As he set the balls loose again, laughing at the antics of his beloved pack, he finally let himself relax.

It was good to be with his family.

-----

On the grass next to his beloved mentor, Clipper leaned against the trunk of the tree and began to speak.

“Spado really likes you, sir.” He stroked the soft fur of the dog. “He has good taste, that dog, despite his master.”

He sighed.

“I don’t know what has become of Stephane or Deborah. I hope they are well. They were being treated for injuries last time I saw them.”

He didn’t mention that the injuries were not the same ones they had sustained at the church.

He shook his head. Now was not the time for such thoughts.

“I know you will be surprised to hear that I am treated well. You never did think much of the Templar Order. But it seems the new inner circle is not as evil as the last one was.”

Except for the Grandmaster and Lee, of course.

“One of them is now my husband. I hope you won’t be angry with me, sir.”

And it hurt his heart to think of that possibility, that his mentor would disapprove of his life.

“He is not bad, my James. He did not force me when I was first given to him. He was kind.”

Clipper smiled fondly in remembrance.

“Sir, you wouldn’t believe what he has done for me. You wouldn’t think him a Templar if you knew. I cannot think him a Templar.”

Clipper hesitated, but the words slipped out of him like water from a broken dam.

“When I was first given to him, I was afraid. But he gave me a separate room and did not force the issue as some Alphas might have. And then...”

So engrossed was Clipper in the telling of his story that he missed the slight twitch of one of Connor’s hands.

Captcha: Thomas' name is?

Even Captcha wants me to bring Hickey back. O.o

Sooo fluffy! The Pomeranians... Clipper and Connor... and Charles... //dies of cuteness//

Really, this was adorable. I love Clipper's reaction to Charles playing with his dogs and going... who the hell is this guy?! OMG Connor's hands were twitching at the end! I really wonder what's going on in his head right now.

BTW Don't know about you, but I'm actually pulling my Connor out of the cinematic trailers RISE and GIVE US LIBERTY OR GIVE US DEATH trailers. Cinematic!Connor is just Omega material... and in-game!Connor is just too Alpha in appearance.

:D Glad you liked the Pomeranians! I was always amused by the accounts of Spado (such a lovable dog).

Haven't seen the trailers so actually drawing my Connor from the prison scene, where we see Connor in prison rags for the first time. He looks a lot younger (and more vulnerable) in that scene than the others, imo.

Interestingly enough, it's clear from that scene that it's only the Assassin clothes that he's wearing one size too small. His Aquila and prison rags and underclothes and the clothes he stole off the redcoat fit him fine. :)

...next chapter may have some insight into Connor... :)

Really?? I practically fell in love with cinematic!Connor, and of course these trailers lead to my love for ConWash

RISE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pUhraVG7Ow

GIVE US LIBERTY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVF5-W5iV80

Yay Connor-insight, and of course I'm eager to see how awakened!Connor and Charles act towards one another. Also, if I EVER finish the Honeymoon story, I have yet another side story for this series we've started (it's hijacked my brain!) featuring Washington lamenting for Connor, and Charles being a giant troll.

OMG, that side-story sounds like GOLD! O.O Would love, love, LOVE to read it! :)

Those trailers look very nice, very nice indeed. I think I'm more partial to GIVE US LIBERTY (RISE was slightly too patriotic for this particular game, given the undertones that Ubisoft Montreal wove in). But yeah, Connor's Assassin robes actually fit in and aren't two sizes too small. Hurrah!

...always wondered about that in-game, of course. Trousers that constricting isn't good for the little swimmers, and isn't Connor supposed to procreate so that Desmond exists? o.o

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And finally, Connor’s POV again! Lol. It only took 10 chapters. :D
It's a very brief interlude, but hopefully fills in a few things (like how Connor's been surviving the way he is).

Master of the House

Interlude

He remembered pain and hopelessness and despair. He remembered blood and pressure and something wet inside him that he didn’t want-didn’t need-nonononoNO.

He remembered stretching and an unwanted rippling in his belly and something trailing down his thighs and...

He remembered pain, of his breath leaving his body in one giant burst because he was...was—

This was punishment. This was punishment for the, for losing the—

He hadn’t wanted it in the first place, but he never meant to lose it. It was the only thing that didn’t hate him, that didn’t love to make him miserable and didn’t hurt his friends, his people, his family and...

Everything was gray. He was...so tired. Too tired to protect those he loved. Too tired to protect those he could love.

What was the point anyways? Nothing worked. Everything turned to dust.

Faces swam in front of his gaze and talked at him. That doctor. His husband.

They thought his mind gone, that he was dying. And he wasn’t, but he wished he were.

Better to simply be discarded.

At least if he were discarded, he would finally be free of this bed, these walls, this air.

The servants would not have to come by twice a day to spoon broth into him. The doctor would not have to prod him once a week. And he could sleep.

He hoped his dreams would be peaceful. He hoped he would dream of the forests that he grew up in, the lush grass against the soles of his feet, the brush of bark in his hand as he flew through the trees like the birds he had once adored.

He’d wanted to be an eagle once when he had been young, when his mother was still alive.

And so he waited to sleep, to rest.

But then a new face came. And this one was young, gentle, kind.

Familiar.

So familiar.

He knew him. He knew that man!

A sharpshooter, an eager voice wanting to set young boys free from forced enlistment.

A man who bravely fought beside him.

His recruit. An Omega like him.

Clipper...

He was talking to him, whispering softly, begging him to wake up.

And, for the first time in months, Connor wanted to.

I am awake, he wanted to reply, to shout.

He wanted to throw his arms about the man and hug him, to know that he was real and that he hadn’t lost everything and that there was still something left to fight for.

But he was tired. Too tired.

His arms would not lift, his body would not move and his throat would not work. His body rebelled against his wishes, and all he could was lay there, in the bed where he had been raped, in the room he was a prisoner of, in the house of his jailer and tormentor.

He was so afraid that Clipper would go away, that he’d lose him again, like he’d lost everyone else...

But then the servants came. And...

...and they took him out!

Out of that bed. Out of that maddening room.

And they brought him outside!

For the first time in a year, Connor smelled the scent of fresh grass.

The warm sun against him, the cool breeze upon his face, bark of an oak behind his back, grass underneath his fingers and a warm tongue licking at him.

It was overwhelming.

He wanted to cry.

But there was Clipper, and he was telling him something.

Something about Stephane and Deborah and...James. Who was this James?

His husband? Clipper had wed?

A Templar then, one of them.

Connor felt a brief flare of anger.

But then, he listened. And he heard. And he absorbed.

There was little else that he could do.

But as he lay there, entranced by the tenor of Clipper’s voice, by the softness of the fur against him, he began to feel something else.

It was...it was...

He didn’t know what it was, but for the first time in over a month, he felt himself beginning to rouse.

Poor Connor, you so don't deserve this fate /PETS/ love how you write his thoughts from depressed and angsty (during and after the miscarriage0 to excited when he sees Clipper again, and there's even a spark of him being all protective of his brother at the mention of him being wed to a Templar... however, I wonder if he's going to remain suspicious since all the Templars Connor has known only manipulate and hurt people.

Finally broke my updates streak :( half-way finished with the next Honeymoon chapter but the Washington side-series (yes series, though significantly shorter) sunk its fangs in me... so I wrote that. Will type it up and have the first part (out hopefully 3) up soon.

ooo...Washington side-story. //grins evilly//

You do have some very shiny distractions. :D Can't wait to read that.

But yes, Connor doesn't deserve the things we put him through. //pets him//

The Templars like to hurt him. Ubisoft likes to hurt him. We like to hurt him. Really, he just gets hurt a lot.

I think he'd be...practical...when it comes to James. Probably never going to like the man much on principle and always going to be suspicious of him (they are on opposite sides, after all), but will be more inclined to observe himself before taking action. Especially since he's at a disadvantage, with the Brotherhood scattered and him the 'wife' of Charles and with extremely limited rights as a result (particularly since it's Charles).

No more Pomeranians and distressing news from Haytham, so Charles is back to his evil bastard self. ...have to say it felt good to write evil bastard Charles. :)

Master of the House

Chapter 12 - Two Steps Back

“I’d like a moment of your time, please.”

The request took Charles by surprise. He paused, the lapel of his jacket still clutched in his mind but the sight of one of the maids waiting nearby prompted him to finish removing his outerwear.

Best not keep the maids from more important chores anymore than necessary.

“What is it?” he asked the Omega brusquely, now working to remove his boots and locate his house slippers.

“The matter is of some sensitivity and requires discretion.”

Charles halted, laces partly untied. He glanced up at the Omega watching him intently. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the rather...intense but open expression the man wore.

Strange.

It was more open than he’d seen the entire morning, and he couldn’t begin to imagine what brought it on.

Still, he was rather curious what this ‘sensitive matter’ might entail. If the man had discovered anything about how to treat his wife in the brief time they’d been outdoors...

Well, that would be ideal, wouldn’t it?

He turned back to his bootlaces.

“I have business affairs to sort out—“

“With the new government?”

Again, he looked sharply up at the Omega, dark gaze inscrutable.

“...Quite,” a bit of uncertainty crept into his voice. “May I ask how you know?”

James’s Omega stared back at him in confusion.

“You were one of the principle players who pushed back King George’s forces. The new governing body cannot exclude you.”

Oh. That.

Yes, it was the obvious connection most people would make, wouldn’t they?

Charles shook his head to clear it. Evidently, he was still too high-strung from the morning’s events, despite the relaxing session with the dogs.

“As I said, I have business affairs to sort out until supper. However,” he paused, handing off his boots to one of the man-servants and easing his feet into his comfortable slippers, “I can spare a few minutes in my office presently.”

“Thank you.”

Charles looked perplexingly at the odd expression on the Omega’s face but decided to let it be. He would see what this matter was.

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Clipper’s thoughts ran nervously, wildly in his mind as he followed Lee to his office.

This, this thought he had, when he had been regaling Connor (and what was he doing regaling a man who did not respond, who was in all likelihood unconscious?) with stories of James, it would not leave his mind.

And he found that he had to know. Had to ask Lee even though he knew that Lee would rage at him for it, that the tenuous peace they only just built in the last hour would be destroyed.

But it was worth it. Would be worth it.

It was one of the things that made all the difference in his own relationship with James, and while Lee clearly wasn’t James, he had shown some indication of...humanity. Of an ability to feel affection for something that was not his own person. Of what may possibly be a kinder side.

At least to his Pomeranians.

But it was a chance that Clipper had not thought possible before. That that particular man was capable of such emotions...

Well, it was hope.

But first, he needed to see if his suspicions were correct and, if they were, if he could change anything.

He would be amazed if he could change anything.

They entered the office, and Lee sat down at his leather chair and ornate desk. While Clipper looked around curiously, his eyes were immediately drawn to the oil painting of Lee himself, hanging on a wall.

Wasn’t that...?

Clipper wasn’t terribly certain about it, as Connor mostly went to them to hand out missions rather than requesting that they travel all the way to Davenport Homestead, but he could have sworn that that particular portrait had hung in their secret basement room.

However, he saw no sign of the other portrait that had survived unscathed, that of the Grandmaster’s who was, by all their reports, greatly admired by the man in front of him. It was unlikely that the portrait he was looking at was the same one, then.

“Well?”

Clipper turned back to the man he had been contemplating. He wetted his lips, suddenly very, very nervous.

“I was wondering—“

No, no, that was too direct, too personal.

“—that is, this morning, when we arrived—“

No, that wouldn’t do either.

Clipper took a moment to take a breath, before blurting out...

“Do you still have...carnal relations,” his cheeks flushed, “with Connor?”

The worst part was when, for a moment, Lee just stared at him, almost disbelieving, uncomprehending that such a question had been asked.

For just one moment.

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When the boy started stuttering in sheer nervousness, Charles almost smiled.

As personally distasteful as he found the idea of Assassins and his wife’s little recruits, this one, at least, was rather...cute.

Though God forbid that James should ever hear him utter such. He did believe that the man would cheerfully disembowel him for it.

Or at least stab him a couple of times.

But that was rather before the man’s actual question came out.

He was sure his ears had to be playing tricks on him. The man couldn’t possibly have—

One look at the still blushing Omega removed all doubts.

Charles felt familiar anger rush through him.

Why that impertinent little...

Who does he think he is, to be asking that sort of...

Has the man no sense of propriety?!

He was mortified. Past mortified.

With effort, he reined back his temper and calmed the angry blush on his face.

He would not let the little—the little tart affect him so!

“I fail to see what business it is of yours.” His voice, he was dissatisfied to note, trembled in outrage.

The Omega looked suitably abashed at his, but then seemed to draw strength from somewhere and stubbornly lifted his chin.

“It is my business as one of the few people who can help you with him.”

Oh was it? Stubborn man.

“We are married.”

There, that ought to suffice.

“And do you still...visit him nightly?”

Clearly not. Charles gritted his teeth in frustration.

“Yes,” he bit out, shame blooming on his cheeks.

The man’s mouth tightened, and Charles was taken aback.

Did the Omega not understand what happened in the marriage bed? Surely James could not have been so remiss as to let his wife escape his wifely duties.

“Has he come to,” the man paused, “welcome your advances?”

Confound the man, his incessant questions, and his seriously lack of boundaries!

“Do not be obtuse, Omega,” he snarled. “My wife will fulfill his marriage obligations, will he, nill he.”

The Omega jumped up, eyes enflamed with righteous fury.

“You would force him even now?!”

Charles glared coldly at him. “Yes. He is my wife. It is his duty.”

For a moment, Charles was certain the man was contemplating strangling him with his bare hands. Or, remembering tales of the man’s marksmanship, thinking about using him as target practice.

“Can you give him a reprieve?” The man was clearly grappling with his emotions, trying to remain calm.

Charles was genuinely curious. That this should upset the Omega so...

“For what reason?”

“So that he has some semblance of control again. So that we can show him he hasn’t lost everything and can coax him back.”

Then, “please.”

Charles thought about it for a moment. But the thought of his wife’s body, of that tight arse milking him, of giving that up...

“No.”

Flat. No room for an argument.

“But—“ Clearly, the man wasn’t used to taking hints.

“If there is nothing else, you may let yourself out now.”

The Omega stared at him in disbelief, and Charles was startled by the glint of tears in his eyes.

“You monster,” he spat before turning around and rushing out.

Charles felt that slamming his poor door was a bit excessive.

Once again, can't get enough of your lightning fast updates! Oh Clipper I <3 you. Heh Charles also thinks Clipper is cute, and poor James must be sooo lonely now. I knew Charles was going to say no, I mean how can you say no sex to Connor who is both dead sexy and adorable? So angsty noncon soon? /evil eyes/

Lol! :)

Possible angsty noncon. Though I might decide to be evil and just have Clipper listening in or something. Imagination's a wonderful thing. ;D

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So no angsty porn this chapter (except implied), but will be there next chapter! I think...

Master of the House

Chapter 13 - Complicated Men

When Clipper had marched out of Lee’s office, he had been fuming with righteous rage, distraught at the thought that his beloved mentor would have to continue to bear that, that odious man’s touch.

He felt vexed and horrified and betrayed.

Clearly, he must have imagined the Lee who played so with his dogs. The man showed his true colors now, and he was despicable. Despicable indeed.

Clipper marched furiously to his quarters and, slamming the door shut, paced in his room like a caged tiger.

The dogs. The servants. The household even. The obvious care and love that went into them. The consideration and the fair treatment (more fair than many another man) and the respect. Lee noticing such details about Connor that a more callous man would not have cared to.

But, Clipper’s thoughts stalled.

But insisting on visiting him nightly. When he was in that state. Against his will. All to sate—what? His physical lusts? To torment him further? To state his dominance?

He did not understand it. He could not understand it. He could not comprehend how someone so good in one area of life could be so evil in another.

It was as if Lee were both a paragon of society and the lowest, most disgusting Alpha Clipper had ever known.

It was perplexing, and it made him miss James.

James, who was stalwart and supportive and uncomplicated.

For a moment, Clipper toyed with the idea of writing to James, of appealing for his intervention.

But he knew it would be no use. It was officially acknowledged that Charles was to be the next Grandmaster of the new country. And while James was a member of the Inner Circle, he had only advanced recently. Charles outranked him, and Clipper knew it.

And even if he could do something, Clipper wasn’t sure he would. It hurt his heart to think of it, but James was completely loyal to the Templars and completely loyal to the Grandmaster-to-be. While James had offered a degree of freedom to Clipper in their own marriage, he was under no delusions that his husband would work against his soon-to-be leader and friend for the sake of Clipper’s mentor.

No, Clipper was on his own in this.

And so he paced and considered ideas. And discarded them.

So he passed the time from then to supper and, rejecting one of the maid’s requests that he join them for the light meal, continued thinking all the way until the sun had set.

Suddenly, he recalled that Lee had agreed to move Connor to a different room. He wasn’t coming up with any useful ideas, and it would be good to familiarize himself with the new location...

Clipper strode to his door, flipping open the locks, pulled and—

Nothing.

He pulled again.

The door didn’t budge.

A suspicion crossed his mind, but he banished it. The door must be stuck.

Yes, that was it. Stuck.

Frantically, he pounded on the wood, calling out.

To his relief, he heard footsteps making their way over to him.

Hopefully, he could get out soon and visit Connor and...

“No need to fret.”

Clipper felt his blood run cold.

Lee.

“My servants are simply moving my wife to a different room, you did ask for that, no?”

Clipper was alternately frightened and infuriated by the pleased smirk he heard in that voice.

“L-let me out. I just want to see him, to wish him a good night before I...”

Lee interrupted him.

“Oh, you’ll have a chance to do so, of course. I am not so cruel.”

Clipper stilled, disbelieving, hopeful.

“R-really?” he whispered.

Lee chuckled.

“Of course. He’ll be right next door. These walls are not so thick. If he’s conscious at all, he’ll be able to hear you.”

Clipper suddenly kicked at the door in a fit of anger.

“Let me out! What reason have you to lock me in? Why?”

Lee snarled.

“Do not pretend, Omega. You wished to keep my wife away from me, you wanted me to abstain.” He voice dripped pure venom at the word.

“I mean only to give Connor a reason to come back,” Clipper whispered. “Doctor Davies mentioned that he thought Connor was gone because you’ve taken away so much from him that he doesn’t want to return. I only seek to return a few of those things he cherishes...”

Lee remained silent at this.

“I’m here to help him, and help you help him. I want him whole, I want him with us again and become healthy. And then he can have your son. And they’ll both live,” Clipper pressed, softly, desperately.

“Don’t you want that too?”

Lee still said nothing, and Clipper waited. His heart beating quickly in his chest.

A minute passed.

“When Matthew calls tomorrow morning, I will ask him. If he thinks it best, I will consider it.”

Clipper sighed, suddenly relieved.

That was hopeful. That was—

“But in the meantime, I will not be kept from my wife.”

Clipper heard the man leave his door. He slid down on his side, appalled and horrified.

Connor...

Not ten minutes later, he began to hear...sounds.

From next door.

...from the room Connor had been moved to.

He could hear throaty moans and a bed beginning to creak and groan and...

Vile. It was vile.

Clipper began banging on the door again immediately.

“Stop! Hasn’t he suffered enough? Please, leave him be!”

But the moans only came stronger, louder, and with it, the most lewd and disgusting set of litanies Clipper had ever heard.

Oh God.

He plugged two fingers in his ears and, when that did not help, frantically looked about the room in search of something, anything to keep from hearing such...filth.

He did not to hear such things. He did not want to think about his mentor in such a way.

He dived for his bed, thankfully on the opposite wall, wrapped the pillow about his head and threw the covers on top.

Lee was, without a doubt, the most depraved person he had ever met, and he sorely hoped he would have the opportunity to, one day, end his life.

Wow... that was... wow... I love how evil Lee was in this chapter. Poor, poor Clipper /hugs Clipper/ forced to listen to his mentor being forced upon while he can do nothing to stop it, it's like the wedding day all over again.