The Right Side

Love In All The Wrong Places

"We'll bring them back to my quarters at Fort George and see what secrets they might share," Haytham says to the two after finishing with the commanders restraints. As he does so, the commander on he end allows the ropes to drop from his hands before sprinting away. At that, the Grand Master sighs. "Really?" With that, he turns to Connor. "Well you'd best go after him."

"You go, I will watch the prisoners."

"No, you do it."

"Why me?"

"Because I said so! Now go!"

Connor was clearly annoyed, shaking his head as he went around his father to follow the escaped commander; Clarke was right behind him. "Why are you coming?"

"To make sure you get the job done. We need him." With that, she focuses her eyes on the red coat and sprints towards him. Being smaller than Connor, she manages to be ahead of him by a few feet. That was an advantage, since the man would've gotten away if it wasn't for her.

Her hand reaches out, fingers hooking onto the collar of the commanders jacket and yanking him onto his back. With a loud thud, he hits the ground. Before he can get up and run, Connor has him by the arm. The girl can see that he was holding tightly, not wanting to screw this up as he began shoving the man back to Haytham.

"Wait!" The commander pleaded. "I'll tell you anything you want, anything! Only don't make me go in there!"

"We only have some questions for you," Connor responds, continuing his walk. Clarke stayed behind, in case the man made a run for it again.

"Cross that threshold and I'm a deadman!" At that, the native seems to hesitate, though it doesn't last long when his father jogs to them.

"There you are! Clarke, I was worried you'd get lost. It's dark, you shouldn't run off on your own, even if you have Connor here."

"I had to get him," the girl offered a small smile, moving closer as her lover pressed a kiss to her forehead. He then turned to the commander, gripping his arm.

"Come along then, you and Connor both. I may need your help."

With a nod, Clarke passes the native and makes her way to the Grand Masters side. She follows him like a lost puppy, and it drove Connor mad. Before they got too far, the native stops them.

"May I have a word, first?" He asks, making the both of them glance back. "With Clarke?"

"No, of course not," Haytham shakes his head. "Unless you have a death wish, you are not to speak with her alone."

"Please? He practically begged. I need to speak with her, it is urgent."

"Then you can say it to the both of us."

"It's not my place to tell you."

"Fine," the blonde crossed her arms, turning to face him fully. "I'll be back soon, Haytham, no longer than five minutes."

"Are you sure?" He asks. "You don't have to do this."

"He won't stop pestering if I say no, we best get this over with."

The Grand Master hesitates, before nodding. "Stay safe," he says before tugging the Commander away from them.

Neither person moves until the older man is out of sight, Clarke'a patience beginning to wear thin. It's no secret that she hates Connor, despises him with every inch of her being, and her here he is wanting to talk. He confuses her to no end, though his father often does the same. Damn the Kenways and their odd personalities. They're all the same, despite what anyone says. They all have the Kenway strive.

"You better talk or I'm going to-" the girl is cut off, feeling a pair of unfamiliar lips on her own. At that, her blue eyes go wide. The smell of pine and firewood fill her nose, causing her to tense where she stands. A large hand is at the back of her head, in her hair to keep her close. She could barely comprehend what was happening, but when she did, the girl pushed the native back roughly.

Connor seemed shocked, though mostly at himself. Had he really done that? He planned to explain how he felt about her, but he had the urge to kiss her. He didn't know why, but he just did it. No other explanation.

"What the hell?!" Comes the small girls high-pitched voice. It was different from her normal, angry voice. This was different. This was... well, the native couldn't place it. She wasn't completely scared, or angry, or shocked. Perhaps a mix of all of them? "Why would you do that?!"

"I feel... I don't know!" Connor exclaimed, trying to understand it himself. "I don't know why I did it, I just had to! I feel this way about you and-"

"Don't you understand?" Her voice crack, clearly straining. "Don't you understand what you've done to me? What you're doing to me every time I look at you?"

"I-I..."

"Every time I look at you, all I can think of is William, Pitcairn and... and Hickey!" His name hurt he most to say. "I loved them so much! And you can't seem to realize how much you've hurt me by killing them! Now you want to go and... and try to say you have feelings for me?"

"Clarke please, I don't know-"

"Let me finish!" She demanded, taking a step forward. "I have no choice but to side with you in whatever the hell Haytham has planned, because you help us! So I have to look at the man who killed the only family I ever had every day! Everyday I'm reminded that I wasn't strong enough to save them! Everyday I'm reminded that I'm fighting such a big battle that I have no chance in winning!" The native watches as her eyes fill with tears, eyes turning pink as well as her cheeks. He's made her cry again. "I loved them so much," her voice cracks. "And all I do is get the people I love killed. And you can't even see or accept that Washington killed my brother. A-And I can't... I can't tell anyone that I'm scared. They want me home and safe but even then, I'm terrified. I don't know what I'm doing and now someone like you tries to admit they have feelings for me? Do you know how hard it is for me to just be with your father? After putting together what Jack did? If you really cared about me you'd just leave me the hell alone."

Connor was speechless, unsure of what to say or do. He knew he messed up, big time. He didn't mean to hurt her like this, but he knew that up till this point he was only thinking about himself and not how his actions would hurt anyone. He's hurt her a lot, and with his plan set in stone, he's only going to hurt her more. Perhaps he should stop trying to build a relationship with her, for it will only hurt her more in the end.

"Clarke... I-"

"And if you ever decide to actually come after Haytham or Charles," she speaks through gritted teeth. "I will not hesitate to do what you did to Hickey. I will put your own damn Tomahawk through your thick skull. Do you understand?" At that, Connor gave a swift nod. "Good. I'm... going to be a minute. Tell Haytham I'll be right there."

The man turned on his heel quickly, keeping his head down as he walked. He fucked up big time, no doubt about it. Why was he so stubborn before? Why did he have to have feelings for the girl he already lost and fucked up so badly?

Why him?