Clarke' sears rung, the girl standing slowly as she slowly began to sway. Glancing over, she saw British ships firing on the Fort, causing her to become confused. Why would they fire on themselves? Unless, of course, they weren't British and merely flew their flag.
The blonde leans against the wall of a building, holding her head with one of her hands. She had to find Haytham, since she was sure that Charles had to be on his way by now. It has to be Connor, that's all that makes sense. And he's here for one man in particular.
The girl stumbles through the courtyard of the Fort, looking around in hopes of finding anyone. Her body hurt from the fall, but she knew she had to be careful since she now had a human growing inside of her. Just thinking about having a baby with Haytham made her excited.
And, being so connected to her lover, she could somehow manage to make out his voice. It causes her to go as quickly as her spinning head would allow, towards an opening in front of a burning village. She had to kneel on the ground, her chest sucking in as much air as she could take.
"Come now," Haytham's voice comes in a grunt. "You cannot hope to match me. For all your skills, you're still but a boy - with so much left to learn."
Looking up, he girl sees the Grand Master with an arm behind his back, none other than Connor holding it in place. Without giving him another opportunity to talk, his son shoves him forward roughly and stabs his knife right through Haytham's arm with a sickening sound.
The girl's lover lets out a small cry of pain, holding his arm and moving away.
"Give me Lee!" Conor shouted.
"Impossible. He is the promise to a better future. The sheep need a shepherd." Somehow, Haytham keeps his voice steady.
"He has been dismissed and censured. He can do nothing for you now."
"A temporary setback. He will be restored. And with him, Clarke at his side. The girl is good with her words, when she uses them properly. You would know."
"Do not speak of her at a time like this! I hope she is far from here, so she will not have to see me put an end to your pathetic life!" In his hand, he grips his Tomahawk, him clearly on the verge of breaking. "She will be rid of you once and for all! She will see..."
"See what?" Haytham demands, drawing his sword as well. "That you are nothing but an ignorant fool? Who has no reason to support a man like Washington? You're pathetic. And you've made a mistake if you want her safe. She's here. What on earth makes you think I'd let her be anywhere but with me?"
The realization in Connor's eyes is visible, the dark orbs widening as a weight was applied to his chest. With a scowl, he charged at his father, delivering a swift knee to the gut before kicking him into barrels to their left, causing them to break and make him fall. "You best pray she makes it out alive!" The native slowly raises his Tomahawk. "She wouldn't be here if it weren't for you!" It was clearly they had been fighting before, and had the same affects as Clarke did from the canons.
Finally, the girls legs regained their ability to move as she sprinted for the man she loved, praying she'd be there in time. Time practically slows down as Connor lifts the weapon higher, the blonde only thinking of when she lost Hickey to the same weapon.
Luckily, praise god, she made it just in time. Positioning herself she was hovering over Haytham's body protectively, the girl has her arm raised to block the attack. Surprisingly, it never came. Connor stopped.
"Please don't kill him!" Clarke begged, shaking her head as she looked up at the man only a few years older than her. "Please, I love him! I need him!" The girl who previously threatened to kill him and seemed so strong more times than not, was now on her knees, begging him to spare the love of her life.
"Give me one good reason," Connor demands, attempting to not go soft on her.
"I'm pregnant," the words slip from her mouth with a warm hum to them, causing not only Connor to look at her, but Haytham as well. "If you won't save him because I need him, save him because my baby does. They can grow up without a father. I know what it's like living without my real parents and it fucking hurts. So please, please leave him for me. I don't know what I'll do without him. And I don't want to kill you."
The native takes a step back, lowering his weapon as he looks at the girl. His eyes flick between the two lovers, knowing that by killing one, the other would stop at nothing to end Connor. They'd be in the same rage he was in.
"And," the girl continued, giving him a warning. "If you turn and try to run after Charles then I promise I will kill you just as quickly as if you were to shoot Haytham. Just walk away. Please."
"Don't you see that I can't? They want Washington dead, he's all that this new land has!"
"They're all I have!" She cried. And for the third time, Connor watched her cry. "Don't you see? You've killed my family! And no matter what you do, I will come after you. So you decide, will it be today or another? You can't protect George Washington if you're dead, you fucking moron. So give me a reason to kill you today and I will! But then whoever I have left, we will strangle Washington ourselves, no matter how much you fucking try. It'll be over the moment you draw anymore blood."
Connor visibly hesitates before hooking his Tomahawk to his belt, kneeling down in front of the blonde girl. "Clarke," he said gently, the girl shying away from his hand as it comes to gently cup her cheek. "I'm going to leave." The shock was visible across the girl's face. "I am going back to my village to help repair it. I will give you one year of no interference. If you get done whatever it is you need done in that year, I will do nothing to change it. As long as you keep my people or of it. Do you understand?"
Clarke nods quickly, wiping her tears from her cheeks. "Yes. Yes, yes, I understand. A-And you'll... leave my people alone as well?"
"Yes," he nods. "Goodbye, Clarke. Take care of yourself and the baby. I know you do not trust me nor care for me, for what I have done to your family, but I will make it up to you." With that, the native stands and turns on his heel, bolting away from her and his father.
Without further hesitation, the blonde turns to her lover and quickly helps him up. He's weak, and leaning heavily on her the moment he makes it to his feet.
"Please stay alive," Clarke says quietly, leading him slowly to the nearest doctor outside of Fort George. "Please."
"You're... having a baby?" Haytham asked through the pain. "My baby?"
"Yes," she nods. "It's a miracle."
That puts a broad smile on the Grant Master's face, despite their situation. "It'll take more than my son to kill me. Especially when I have you and my baby still here. No one will be able to care for you like I, and I wouldn't miss our moments with each other for the world."
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The Right Side
Fanfiction{{ FINISHED }} The right side is at his side. A young girl from England has some how found her way to America, though when stumbled apon by the Grand Master and his men, it is soon revealed that she has no memory of who she is or where she came fro...
